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As Intimate As Chocolate Cake
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Pairing: Sweet Pea x female!reader [2nd-person pov]
Word Count: 3.3k
Rating: T for swears; no warnings
Description: When Toni is put in charge of the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm, she decides to use the opportunity to set up two of her friends
A/N: Loosely based off a scene from Hart of Dixie season 4, episode 5: Bar-Be-Q Burritos, where George and Annabeth are set up on a date by their friend Lemon
Disclaimer: I’ve only seen up to parts of season 3 of Riverdale, therefore I know nothing about the current seasons and what has transpired, so there will be no spoilers. Also, this was written with minimal editing, so any errors are accidental. Gif credit to the owner, as it is not mine.
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Cheryl Blossom walked into Pop’s, looking for Toni, but instead she found someone else.
Two someones, actually.
You’d been enjoying your strawberry malt and fries all by yourself when Sweet Pea had decided to join you without warning.
“Careful now - rumor has it if you drink too many strawberry milkshakes in one sitting, you’ll wake up as a strawberry.”
You couldn’t resist the urge to roll your eyes, dunking a pair of fries in the malt before bringing them to your lips. “Thank god this is a strawberry malt then, or I’d be fucked.”
He sat down in the booth across from you without asking, grabbing a fry before you could pull them away. “Milkshake, malt - same thing.”
“Nope,” you replied, popping the p. “Malts have malted milk powder; milkshakes do not.”
Sweet Pea pulled a face at that. “And why would you want that?!”
You shrugged. “Personal preference.”
“Weirdo.” 
You looked up to give Sweet Pea a piece of your mind at that, but found him smiling instead. It was rare to see a smile from the Serpent, and seeing it made something that felt awfully like desire pool in your stomach. You ignored it, taking a sip of your malt while you gathered your thoughts. “Wow, a compliment? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the world was ending.”
Sweet Pea snagged another fry, popping it into his mouth, the smile turning into a smirk. “Who knows? It might be.”
“Guess we’ll find out.”
Before you could respond to that, Cheryl interrupted. “Well, well, well. Fancy seeing the two of you here. And looking chummy, no doubt. What’s so funny?”
“The end of the world,” you quipped, causing Sweet Pea to snicker and you couldn’t help joining him. 
“Haven’t you looked outside, Cheryl? Pigs are flying!”
Cheryl let out a huff, shaking her head. “Ignoring all that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “have either of you seen Toni? She said she would meet me here, but I can’t seem to find her.”
“Whyte Wyrm?” Sweet Pea supplied. “You know she’s been spending all her free time there ever since she became part owner.”
“I just didn’t think she’d get so caught up in it that she’d forget about date night!”
“Have you tried calling her?” You suggested, regretting it when Cheryl fixed you with a glare.
“Of course I’ve tried calling! She didn’t pick up and I-”
Just then, the door to the Chock’lit Shoppe opened, the bell signaling a new customer. The three of you turned to see Toni Topaz making her way over, pulling Cheryl in for a hug and a kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” she murmured. “Got a bit caught up reviewing the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm’s grand reopening.”
“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Cheryl said, her smile returning. “Ta-ta, you two. Don’t get too cozy over there.”
You and Sweet Pea burst into laughter once Cheryl and Toni were seated at the opposite end of Pop’s. “God, she can be so eccentric at times,” you giggled, shaking your head. 
“I don’t know what Toni sees in her, but I’m glad the two of them have each other.”
“She sees in Cheryl what I have since elementary school: a girl with a lot of love to give who just needs someone to see her potential.”
Sweet Pea shot you a look as he grabbed another fry. “If you say so.”
“Hey, if I said the same thing about Toni, you’d be defending her, too. Cheryl’s my friend like Toni is yours - we go way back.”
“True.” You were almost taken aback when the Serpent agreed with you. He slid out of the booth before you could process what had just happened, but not before stealing a handful of fries off your plate. “Let me know when you’re here again - I can always get behind free fries.”
“In your dreams, Serpent!” You shouted at his retreating back, no malice in your voice at all. 
- - -
“See what I mean?” Cheryl whispered to Toni, the two of them tucked away in their usual corner booth that surveyed the whole of Pop’s, splitting a milkshake. “There’s definitely something there.”
“Maybe,” Toni drawled, narrowing her eyes as she watched Sweet Pea duck his head and smile to himself when his back was turned from you. “I haven’t seen Sweet Pea look this smitten in a while.”
“Do you think they’d have a chance if we worked our matchmaking magic?”
“What is it you’re always saying? Sometimes the craziest ideas are the most brilliant ones?”
Cheryl smiled, leaning in to kiss Toni. “You’re absolutely right, Tonikins! Shall we start plotting now?”
- - - 
“What’s up, Toni?” Sweet Pea growled into his phone, his frustration bleeding over from one phone call into the next. Fangs had been giving him shit for something and while he was glad to have Toni’s phone call as an excuse to hang up on his friend, he was still pissed.
“What’s up, Sweet Pea, is that I have the perfect solution to your dilemma.”
“What kind of solution?” He paused. “Wait. What’s my dilemma?”
“Nevermind that. Meet me for breakfast tomorrow morning so we can discuss.”
“Discuss what? I’m gonna need more details than that, T.”
Toni couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “All will be revealed tomorrow morning, Sweets. Riverdale Cafetorium at seven sharp - don’t be late!”
She hung up a moment later, leaving a stunned but obedient Sweet Pea in her wake.
- - -
“Cheryl? Is everything okay?” You asked when you answered Cheryl’s phone call. Before she’d met Toni, you and Cheryl spoke on the phone almost nightly; now she rarely called so you figured something had to be up.
“It will be. Meet me in the cafetorium tomorrow at seven?”
“Uh, sure? Why the phone call, though? You could’ve just texted.”
“Just wanted to hear your voice, YN. See you then!”
Nothing was said after that, the line going dead as Cheryl presumably hung up. “See you then,” you said into the void before going back to your nightly routine.
- - -
Toni and Cheryl were already seated at a table when you arrived, the two of them sharing a pastry as Sweet Pea looked on across from them.
“What’s he doing here?” You asked, unable to keep the harshness out of your voice. It was way too fucking early for this and you didn’t even have time for coffee.
“Calm down, dearie. Take a seat.” Cheryl was unusually perky but the tinge of obey me in her voice had you doing just that.
“Yeah, dearie. Take a seat,” Sweet Pea mimicked, and you couldn’t help shooting a glare in his direction. “But really, you two. What is it that was so urgent you couldn’t tell me over the phone last night?”
Toni sat up a little straighter, glancing at Cheryl briefly before she spoke, “Well, because Cheryl and I have a favor to ask. As you know, I’ve been stressing over the reopening of the Whyte Wyrm - particularly the menu - and I was hoping that as my friend,” she looked at Sweet Pea, “and my girlfriend’s best friend,” she looked at you, “that both of you would be willing to come over this weekend for a sample meal.”
“I knew she wanted something,” Sweet Pea leaned back, crossing his arms and muttering under his breath, and you couldn’t help but agree with that statement.
“Of course she did,” you said in the same tone before turning your attention back to Toni and Cheryl. “All you had to do was ask! Of course I will!”
“Me, too. But YN is right - next time just ask us. Not everything has to be a big scheme.” 
His statement shocked you. The two of you hadn’t ever really agreed on much since Toni and Cheryl’s relationship had started, and now you were both agreeing with each other more than once in twenty-four hours? It was almost too much for you to handle. Sure, the two of you were polite and cordial with each other - for the most part - but lately it seemed to be getting out of hand. 
“That’s really good advice, thank you,” Cheryl said, cutting in. “So, we’ll see you Saturday at eight? Oh, and dress real nice. Tonikins and I wanna see what the vibe could be like if we manage to bring in some fancier customers.”
And just like that, Cheryl and Toni stood up in unison just as the bell signaling first period rung, leaving both you and Sweet Pea stunned for the second time.
“Why do I feel like the scheming isn’t over yet?” Sweet Pea asked, turning to look at you.
Your eyes narrowed towards the doors where Cheryl and Toni had just exited. “Probably because it’s not…” Your voice trailed off as your gaze met his and you finally got a glimpse of his face up close and in broad daylight. A flash of his face from last night illuminated by the neon lights of Pop’s crossed your mind, specifically of him grinning as he popped a fry into his mouth. That same desire came flooding back and you knew you had to leave before you did something stupid and make a fool of yourself in front of the Serpent.
“See you Saturday at eight!” Sweet Pea called after you as he watched you walk away, wondering what the weekend had in store.
- - -
You sat in your car, putting the finishing touches on your lipstick and tugging at your dress one more time before taking a deep breath and getting out. After the ambush in the cafetorium by Cheryl and Toni, you’d spent more time than you cared to admit agonizing over your outfit, but in the end it was a no-brainer. You’d worn the dress you felt most confident in, pairing it with strappy heels and light makeup that accentuated your favorite facial features.
Seeing Sweet Pea all dressed up made you stop in your tracks. His version of ‘fancy’ was nice jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. His Serpent neck tattoo was on full display, standing out against the stark white of his shirt.
“Hey,” he said, crossing his arms and drawing your attention back to them. “You ready for this?”
“I guess so. There was never really an opportunity to back out now, was there?”
“Those two make it very hard to say no, don’t they?”
You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t I know it.”
Before either of you could say any more, the door swung open and out stepped Cheryl, clad in her signature red. “There you two are! Come on in! Welcome to the new and improved Whyte Wyrm!”
“You look…nice, by the way,” Sweet Pea murmured as he held the door for you, letting you in first.
A shiver of need raced through you at the feeling of his eyes on your body. You paused, looking back at him and meeting his gaze. “Thanks. You, too.”
Your mouth was practically watering as Cheryl set down a filet mignon in front of you. “And this is our bourbon-maple glaze filet mignon.”
“This looks delicious,” you said, smiling at Cheryl. “Give my compliments to the chef.” Toni stood off to the side, the first time you’d ever really seen her look nervous about anything.
“I gotta say, everything has looked fantastic tonight, Toni, and I’m sure the Whyte Wyrm’s reopening is going to be a huge success,” Sweet Pea chimed in, surprising you. You hadn’t really ever heard him give anyone a compliment, but you figured if anyone deserved a compliment from Sweet Pea, it was Toni.
“Thank you,” Toni murmured, nodding stoically. 
“Well, you both have exquisite taste buds and despite how much you both have grown and changed over the years, I knew I could count on you-”
“Okay, what is going on with you?” Sweet Pea asked, the two of you exchanging a suspicious look.
Toni laughed awkwardly, trying to drag Cheryl away.
“Yeah, what’s so funny?” 
“It’s just that we’ve all known each other for so long…” Cheryl trailed off, realizing her mistake.
“I knew it!” Sweet Pea clapped his hands, more excited than you’d seen him while he was stealing your fries at Pop’s. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?” Toni asked, her turn to look suspicious.
“You and Cheryl are out here trying to get YN and I closer so we can be some weird, messed-up version of the Breakfast Club.”
You let out a groan, shaking your head. “Seriously? Cheryl, you know how I feel about you trying to set me up with people! I thought we agreed you were going to stop doing that after eighth grade.”
Sweet Pea crossed his arms and your attention diverted to his delicious forearms once again. “And that’s why we’re here…this is a scheme within a scheme,” he tutted, giving both Toni and Cheryl a reproachful look.
“Excuse us for wanting to try to get the two of you to see in each other what Cheryl and I see in both of you!”
“This is just like that time Toni and Cheryl left us in the woods for some fucked up bonding experience over our hatred of Weatherbee.”
“Or when they sent us on that futile mission to the abandoned Southside High and we had to hide in the janitor’s closet until they were able to get us out.” Sweet Pea glared at them. “The two of you can be so annoying.”
“So fucking annoying,” you agreed, seething as more memories popped up where you and Sweet Pea had been thrown into situations thanks to Toni and Cheryl’s scheming.
“Do either of you want dessert or not? Cuz if you keep whining, Cheryl and I will just eat it ourselves.”
That shut the two of you up and Toni nodded, satisfied. “Enjoy your filet mignon.”
“We’ll be here,” Sweet Pea said, finally getting a chance to cut into his steak.
“Oh, fuck this is good,” you couldn’t help groaning at the first bite. “I had my doubts about a bourbon maple glaze on steak but this is…wow.”
“Mm-hmm.” Sweet Pea’s hum of approval sent another foreign feeling racing through you. 
You tried to think of another conversation topic, but all you could think of was yet another time you and Sweet Pea had been forced together by either Toni’s or Cheryl’s schemes.
Conversation flowed pretty easily after that, and neither of you paid any attention when Toni slipped in and cleared your plates while Cheryl served a single slice of chocolate cake between the two of you.
The cake was delicious, maple syrup infused into the icing, of course.
“Fuck, this chocolate cake…Wow. You’d think Toni would’ve splurged and given us two pieces,” Sweet Pea shook his head as he brought his fork in for another bite.
“I know,” you agreed, nodding. “It’s like you’re stealing my fries all over again.”
“Ha ha,” Sweet Pea deadpanned, making you giggle. “Doesn’t Cheryl have some weird, fucked up saying for this?”
His question took you by surprise, but you knew exactly what he was talking about, rattling off the phrase as if Cheryl herself was saying it. “It’s the most intimate thing two people can do other than…” You stopped short, your eyes widening as you realized the final word.
Your eyes met Sweet Pea’s, his expression mirroring yours as you both finished the word in unison. 
“Sex.”
The sounds of your forks hitting the fancy china were the only sounds in the room as the two of you processed what had just happened. 
“Are they…?” You started.
Sweet Pea finished. “Trying to set us up?” You nodded and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “They better not be.”
“They’re really outdone themselves this time. It’s a goddamn scheme within a scheme within a scheme.”
“I mean, I just don’t understand why they think we would make a good couple. It’s so random and strange - no offense.”
You shrugged, truly unoffended even though you’d have been lying if you said you hadn’t been entertaining the idea all night. “None taken.”
“I’m still not convinced there isn’t more to this scheme.”
“God, I hope not,” you said, resisting the urge to run your hands over your face but you didn’t want to ruin your makeup. “There’s only so many schemes I can participate in during a year and I think I’ve already hit my limit.”
Sweet Pea looked around before leaning in, a smirk on his face. “What do you say we get out of here? We’re not technically dining and dashing because this was free, but I could definitely go for some fries and a chocolate milkshake.”
You didn’t have to be asked twice, dabbing your mouth with your napkin before pushing your chair back and heading out, Sweet Pea instinctively taking your hand in his as the two of you made a mad dash for Pop’s.
“Thanks,” the two of you said in unison as Pop Tate set your malt and Sweet Pea’s milkshake down in front of you, placing a large order of fries in the center of the table. 
“I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to finish all these fries after the meal we’ve just had,” you said, eyeing the basket as you took a sip of your malt.
“I’m sure we’ll find a way if we sit here long enough.”
Your phone vibrated with an incoming text from Cheryl but you ignored it, turning your phone facedown on the table. Sweet Pea did the same and you couldn’t help feeling secretly thrilled that all his attention was now focused on you.
“So,” you started, picking up a fry, “Fancy a trip down memory lane?”
You didn’t think you’d ever seen the Serpent smile as much as he did tonight, and it was starting to affect you. Before tonight, you never would have thought twice about considering someone like Sweet Pea as boyfriend potential, but there was something about both Toni and Cheryl butting into your dating life to bring Sweet Pea in that was making you reconsider. 
You reached for the last fry at the same time he did, your fingers brushing his. You recoiled as butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but it didn’t seem to affect him. “It’s all yours,” Sweet Pea said, gesturing to the solitary fry.
“You sure?” You hesitated. “We could split it.”
Sweet Pea shook his head. “Like I said, it’s yours.”
You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your lips as you dunked the last fry into the dregs of your malt. “Maybe there’s more to you than just a Southside Serpent.”
That made him chuckle and duck his head - and in that moment, he had never looked more attractive. “Well, maybe there’s more to you than just Cheryl’s sidekick.”
It was well past midnight when the two of you exited Pop’s, making your way to your separate vehicles.
You stalled at the door to your car, part of you not wanting the night to end. “I…had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Me, too.” Sweet Pea stepped closer and you sucked in a breath. “Maybe, we could do this again without Cheryl and Toni’s interference?”
“I’d like that. Are we counting this as a date?”
“I don’t know. Would you like it to count as a date?”
Not one to shy away from getting what you want, you decided to go for it. “Well, if you were planning to kiss me goodnight if this was a date, then yes, I would like tonight to count as a date.”
Sweet Pea towered over you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and mouth. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stared up at him, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’d never turn down an opportunity to kiss a pretty girl goodnight.”
With that, your lips met in a tender kiss, the promise of something more lingering in the air when you finally pulled away. “Goodnight, YN,” Sweet Pea murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he stepped back. “Get home safe.”
“Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”
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urfavdarkskinn · 1 year
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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader
Warnings: implied smut, swearing
Word count: 220
side note: sweet pea and the reader have an ESTABLISHED relationship
y/n was laying on sweet pea’s couch, reading her book before she heard the faint jingle of keys and the turn of the doorknob. she glanced away from her book to see her boyfriend and continued reading while greeting him. “hey sweets i missed you.” he didn’t respond but instead plopped down next to her and nuzzled his head into her neck.
she smiled a bit and continued reading before feeling a soft kiss on her neck. she kept reading while he peppered small kisses until she felt him lightly suck on the skin. “need you so badly baby,” he spoke softly, his breath getting heavier. y/n turned her head to kiss him and he kissed back, his hand on her hips to deepen the kiss. 
she pulled back and he quickly moved his head to kiss her neck, “baby as much as i want this to happen, you’re drunk.” he whimpered and you felt the heat go to certain areas, “please hun.. wanna fuck you so bad.” she almost moaned at those words but tried to stay strong. “i’m sorry sweets but tomorrow, when you’re sober, okay?”
“mm okay,” he muttered and moved her down so he could lay on top of her. she massaged his scalp and he quickly fell asleep before she fell asleep as well.
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ghxst-heart · 2 years
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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold.  When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k
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‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red.  His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale.  Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting.  Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out.  He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening.  He had a burning rage within him.  His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before.  He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began.  It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away.  When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school.  His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor.  A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say.  Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins.  His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital.  Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby.  My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame!  What are we gonna do about it?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability.  One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it.  A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town.  Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors.  He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach.  Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls.  He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school.  His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air.  A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son.  This had to help him.  He didn’t know how else to handle it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths.  It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea.  It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge.  This was what the Northside deserved.  They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding.  It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved.  The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them.  He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood.  Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs.  It was Mrs. Klump.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom.  She’s down at the station.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life.  Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now?  You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him.  The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it.  He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there!  You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance.  So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him.  They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands.  Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket.  He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows.  His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched.  He was prepared to rumble like never before.  He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog.  He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start.  The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs.  Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens.  Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man.  He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people.  He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee.  His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from.  He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there.  He never looked back.  He just kept running.  Even after he escaped the school, he ran.  He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease.  He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk.  (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count.  Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times.  It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N).  Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital.  He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her.  She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits.  She was his safe space.  And he left her alone in her time of need.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her.  His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch.  (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was.  Sweet Pea carefully watched her.  He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek.  Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand.  His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away.  He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him.  His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket.  (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly.  Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her.  Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her.  Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head.  His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body.  Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably.  Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt.  Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes.  The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you.  I just . . . I just needed to break something.  Or, honestly, a lot of things.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head.  Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed.  Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body.  He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go.  He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him.  He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now.  He had his girl in his arms.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in.  Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now.  He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest.  He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders.  She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said.  Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck.  Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines.  Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying.  Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road.  He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me.  I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N).  I’ll always be by your side, always.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them.  She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket.  Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her.  Love, betrayal, fear, anger.  Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again.  He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises.  Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling.  His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him.  (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets.  That’s all that matters.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling.  There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool.  Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created.  Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers.  Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside.  Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar.  If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him.  Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N).  (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him.  He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something.  (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.  Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought.  Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him.  Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge.  He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy.  Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense.  Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion.  His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb.  His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in.  Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies.  Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered.  He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight.  Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak.  Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her.  He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her.  So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something.  We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay?  We can’t allow that.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing?  No, not me.  I can’t just sit here -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him.  Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face.  Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea.  You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him.  Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself.  The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them.  As soon as my dad gets back -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead.  He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right.  You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot!  You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die!  And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back.  Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N).  Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words.  Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour.  That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead.  He needed space; he needed time away from everyone.  He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it.  He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about.  Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from.  He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air.  His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage.  He knew he hurt her.  He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child.  God, why did he have to do that?  Why was he always saying the wrong thing?
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley.  He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet.  Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew.  She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one.  The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said.  Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body.  Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him.  He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky.  He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew.  Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N).  She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations.  Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s.  She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes.  She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips.  She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader.  He’s under a lot of stress right now.  We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping.  He comes first right now.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall.  He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N).  Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry.  God, I’m sorry.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events.  The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often.  Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung.  One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his.  He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck.  Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him.  He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important.  I hope you know that.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything.  God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century.  He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words.  Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.  (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair.  She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.  A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones?  C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return.  Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all.  (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later.  The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found.  A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.
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‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow.  Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm.  (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps.  Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh.  (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses.  Something terrible had happened.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command.  Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech.  Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check.  His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy.  Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni.  I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside.  She wants the Southside.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear.  He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy.  Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up.  They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight.  They had to protect what was theirs.  They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight.  I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier.  He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning.  Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops.  His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle.  Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore?  This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die.  A rumble with the Ghoulies right now?  It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her.  Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead.  Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face.  Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones’ voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm.  Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off.  His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop.  FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature.  But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents.  Something was wrong.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office.  Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it.  He’s gone.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N).  She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself.  If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway.  Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will.  But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command.  (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote.  All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents.  He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed.  He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school.  Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it.  He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents.  One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance.  (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms.  She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same.  They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.
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storkmuffin · 30 days
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7 new chapters are up for The Shining Forest.
Sweet Pea has finally been sprung from prison. Jughead hustles him into a meeting with King Archie and then tries fold the two of them into a cocoon of love and safety. But it's not to be.
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*posting that month's output on the last Sunday of every month. (This month cleared 20k words but then smut and arguments are fun to write 😉 ✍️ 💋)
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toxicanonymity · 6 months
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Kkkkk one last one, sweet pea & raider energy 👀
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boots drabble | raider master list
500 words, raider!Joel x f!reader
WARNINGS, A/N: I8+ PWP oral f receiving. Pic is for mood; reader has no physical description including size but he can pick sweet pea up. Ty gracie for the pic 🖤
"Still ain't dressed?" He grumbles and his massive hands come to your back as you step onto his boots.
"Do we have to go anywhere?" Your hands rest on his shoulders.
He looks at your mouth then your chest and takes in a breath as he glances up at the ceiling. He sighs and his hands slide down. He grabs your ass with both hands, then you jump up and wrap your legs around him. He grunts as he catches you and shifts your weight to rest your crotch on his bulge and you put your arms around his neck. He walks you to the bed and lays you down so your hips are on the edge.
"Do we gotta go anywhere," he mutters to himself as he kneels between your legs and hikes up your dress. He takes a deep breath through his nose and brings his face between your thighs.
He lazily fondles your breasts with both hands and noses at your clit through your panties. He smells what he's after and his hunger takes over. He kisses at your cunt through the cotton, slips his tongue in through the crotch, then backs up to pull your panties down.
"Goddamn " he murmurs when he sees you dripping onto the bed. He laps it up, then when his mouth covers your clit you moan and his eyes flicker up to you. He leaves one hand on your breast and brings the other to your mound, thumbing your clit as he eats you like he couldn't stop if he wanted to, moaning and grunting into your cunt. You feel it building quickly. He lightens his grip on your breast while intensifying the work of his tongue. Your nipple hardens almost painfully at his feather light touch, then he palms your breast again. You whimper his name and slide your fingers into his hair. He looks up at you, mouth and nose still buried between your legs.
"like that," you whine. He keeps doing what he's doing and you whimper as you approach the edge. He works his thumb on your clit and his nose nudges you while his mouth greedily consumes what's his. He moans into you and the vibration sends you. "Joel, j-ohhhh," you sigh and your hips lift into his mouth with each burst of pleasure. You pant as he releases his mouth and gives you the hint of a smile.
Someone knocks. Joel wipes his mouth off and mutters, "Yeah, we gotta go somewhere," as he pulls your panties back on. Then he yells, "BE RIGHT THERE," and stands up with a groan. He adjusts himself and sighs, "fuck," under his breath.
"Take your time," Carter yells.
Joel unlocks the door and says, "just a sec," then turns back around without looking. Carter doesn't come in. Joel picks up your shoes from near the door. He brings them back to you, putting them by your feet. He kneels down to put them on you and you're like "okay okay, I can do it."
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this is a good one for Carter's crack fic
and ty all for reading. your thoughts are always appreciated 🖤
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blac-ivy · 6 months
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You know what I love? A break from the monotony of regular fics where the reader mc is a victim.
I love when the reader is the unhinged one. I love it when they're so deluded, so far gone that you as sane as you are (which can't be alot if you're on tumblr lol), that you start to see their point and even root for them.
It's like the ultimate girl power thing for me in like a screwed up way, to have the reader be the pursuer, the predator. It's so rare to see Yandere! Or obsessive! dark fics from that perspective.
I love seeing the common themes in dark fics, with a female reader as the instigator,
like the misogynistic "you're going to be my housewife and have my kids whether you like it or not" thing turned to " I'm just trying to be a good housewife for you and give you a family, I promise you'll love it" or " just let me make you feel good, I know you need it even if you don't know it yet" vibes
I love that. I'm going to eat it up everytime
If y'all know of any go ahead and comment. And to any writers who come across this don't be shy to self promote.
My preferred fandoms the MCU : the avengers, Captain America, TFAWS.Harry Potter, Twilight (which is dead as fuck)
Any C. Evans works, or S. Stan
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fanfics4all · 5 months
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Unexpected Snowstorm
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Request: Yes / No List was made by @alpaca-clouds 
Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related <3 Have a nice day/night
Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader 
Word count: 759
Warnings: Nothing! 
Y/N: Your Name 
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
Prompt(s):
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It was dark on the cold december night. I was hanging out at Sweet Pea’s place when the snow started coming down hard. Neither of us noticed, until we started getting cold. I felt the shivers and looked over at Pea, who was also slightly shivering. 
“It’s cold in here.” I mentioned and Sweets nodded. He got up and checked the head, which was on. He looked out the window and his eyes widened. 
“Uh, I guess it started snowing.” Sweets said and I got up to look. 
“Oh my God…” I said as I looked at the snow quickly piling up. I heard my phone ring and quickly went to answer it. 
“Hello?” I answered. 
“Y/N? Where are you?” My brother, Jughead asked. 
“I’m at Pea’s place.” I answered. 
“Dad! She’s with Sweet Pea!” I heard him call out. 
“Darlin’? You’re still at Sweet Pea’s place?” Dad asked and I nodded, before realizing he can’t see me. 
“Yeah.” I answered. 
“Stay there tonight, there’s a bad storm outside and it looks like we’re gettin’ snowed in.” He said. 
“Yeah, Sweets and I didn’t realize it even started snowing until we both felt how cold it was getting.” I said and looked over at Sweets. 
“You both are gonna be able to stay warm, right?” He asked. 
“Yeah, I think so.” I answered. 
“Good, alright, try and keep your phone charged. We might lose power.” He said. 
“Okay, Daddy.” I said with a nod. We hung up and I turned to Sweet Pea. 
“Guess we’re stuck here until the storm is over and people can start digging us out.” I said and he nodded. 
“Fine by me.” He said with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes and started to rub my arms. 
“Dad said he thinks we might lose power.” I said and Sweets groaned. 
“We’re gonna freeze to death.” He said and I giggled. 
“I might freeze first, so you can eat my body if you need to.” I joked. Sweets chuckled then noticed me shivering harder and rubbing my arms. He walked off and returned with a warm looking sweater. He tossed it to me and I happily put it on. 
“That looks better on you then it does me.” He said with a wink and I blushed slightly. Sweets and I returned to the couch and started watching another movie. 
Maybe half way through the power cut out. Pea groaned and I sighed. It almost instantly got colder. I checked my phone and saw Jughead had texted me. He was making sure my phone was charged and we were okay. I texted him back and told him that my phone was charged and that Pea and I would be fine. I started shivering again and Sweets looked over at me. 
“Sweets?” I asked. 
“Yeah?” He asked.
“C-Can we move t-to your bed?” I asked. He nodded and we both quickly went to his room. I rushed to his bed and wrapped the blanket around my body and felt a little warmer. Sweets left the room and came back a few moments later with extra blankets. I smiled and moved over to make room for Sweets. He got under the blankets with me and wrapped the extra ones around us. Sweets laid down and pulled me to lay on his chest. I smiled as I felt the warmth of his body. 
“Imagine Jugs face if he saw us frozen like this.” I joked and Sweets laughed. 
“He’d find a way to bring me back just to kill me again.” He said and I giggled. My brother was alway protective of me when it came to guys. When he found out me and Sweet Pea were dating, Dad had to stop him from killing my now boyfriend. Dad wasn’t exactly happy about me dating Pea either, but he could tell how happy I was with him. That’s the only reason he was a bit more lenient with us. 
I could feel myself growing tired, but I didn’t really think I should sleep while being this cold. My eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, I could hardly fight it. 
“Get some sleep, babe, it’s pretty much the only thing we can do right now anyway.” He said and I sighed. 
“I don’t wanna freeze to death.” I mumbled. Pea chuckled and pulled me closer. 
“I’m not gonna let you freeze babe, I’ll keep you warm all night.” He said and my eyes finally closed. I mumbled something in my sleepy state as I finally lost the fight.
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blogginthewind · 2 years
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It Isn’t About Cheryl
You are Cheryl Blossom’s best friend. She thinks you’re mad at her. Turns out you’re not. Sweet Pea x reader / sick!reader
You were Cheryl Blossom’s best friend. You had been since you had taken your very first ballet class as toddlers. Whenever Cheryl was lonely or needed someone, you were there right alongside Jason until… Until. When Jason had died, Cheryl’s whole world shattered. At one point, she even stood on the thin ice at Sweetwater River, hoping to join him. It was the only time she had seen you that angry.
“You are not going to leave me behind, you understand?” You had screamed, while Veronica and Betty tried to get you to be calmer with her. You had brushed them off in angry tears. “No. No! If you go, I go. Do you understand? We are a non-negotiable. You have to know that.”
She loved you dearly and could be a tad bit overprotective when it came to things such as say, dating. Cheryl had wanted you to marry Jason and officially be her sister, something you had thought of as well. Jason’s death had crushed you too, the boy that you loved for years had not only passed away but been engaged to another. You had a brief fling with Reggie Mantle, which Cheryl now wished she hadn’t allowed, then ended up with more tears. Yours. Not his. 
So when she met you at your locker one morning, your vanilla swirl latte in hand, she was surprised to see you scrunch up your nose. But you took the cup anyway. 
“Thanks, Cher. I just have a bit of a stomach ache. Mom made oatmeal for breakfast and made me eat the entire bowl.”Your mother was a notoriously awful cook and oatmeal was a bland, lumpy food already. Plus, you almost always had a bit of a stomach ache. Stress, nerves, too much dairy. It wasn’t that abnormal.
“My condolences. So we’re still on for the new stunts with the Vixens after school, yes? Then we can celebrate. I’m thinking of a movie musical marathon. Sing-a-long required. With cherry phosphates from Pop’s. My beloved can join us if she wish. If not, it will just be us but that has always been good, yes?”
 You nodded. Cheryl smiled. Most people found her to be a bit…much. She worried about over-showering Toni with love, though she deserved every bit of it. You never seemed to get tired of Cheryl though. And you hadn’t hesitated to forgive her when she may have blown you off a few times at the start of her relationship. When she looked over, you were on your phone, smiling at a text message. Ugh. Sweet Pea.
 Cheryl didn’t have a problem with the Southside Serpents, Toni was one, after all. She didn’t even have a problem with Sweet Pea, per se. He was a good friend to the girlfriend she adored and she trusted Toni’s judgment but you had taken quite a shine to the boy so she had to be cautious. After all your heartbreak, she had to be careful. Sweet Pea was known to get into fights and react emotionally. While you claimed you and Reggie were friends now and he hadn’t been able to help his feelings for Veronica, Cheryl had no problem allowing him to house all the blame. She looked at you again. Your cheeks were heating up. You were blushing. Were you pale behind the blush? It was clear that you were enamored with the boy. When Toni had asked you to help tutor her friend, Cheryl hadn’t been concerned but now? Her concern was high.
She shared her concern with Toni later that day, as they waited for you at their lunch table. The other Vixens would join them soon, you along with them. Toni shook her head, adorable but unable to see reason. “Babe, he’s a good guy. I’ve known him forever. Besides, it’s none of our business if they want to see each other.”
The conversation was ended when the others arrived. You picked at your lunch, your favorite salad, which Cheryl had the chef make specifically for you. She was annoyed at Toni’s lack of alarm and that caused her to snap at you in a way she immediately regretted but didn’t acknowledge to save face. “Do you still have a stomach ache? We have a very important Vixen’s practice after school.”
“I’m fine. Thanks for your concern,” you grumbled back sarcastically as you took a huge bite of the salad as though you were suddenly starving. This surprised Cheryl, as you very rarely snapped at the girl. Toni gave her a look but Cheryl felt herself prickle. She had taken the time to get your favorite latte, which you barely drank, and to have your favorite lunch made for you. So, even if she was a little snippy, she had earned some leeway. Usually, you would both brush these things off. Instead, you powered through your salad before loudly and pointedly announcing how much you loved it. Sarcasm. Since when were you so rudely sarcastic with her?
The prickles lasted throughout the day until Vixens’ practice. Cheryl watched you from the corner of her eyes throughout the day. When she caught you grimacing and rubbing your temples, she was going to brush everything off as a headache but then Sweet Pea said something to you and you smiled and laughed. Cheryl was your best friend and it was some temperamental boy you were smiling at? Ridiculous. Unacceptable.
“Let it go, babe,” Toni told her as everyone lined up for practice. The weather was finally nice enough for them to be outside. Kevin, Fangs, and Sweet Pea loitered in the stands. The football team practiced on the other end of the field.  It should have been a good day.  Something was going on with her best friend. Were you actually mad at her? Over a silly comment? You always had a stomach ache. It was a thing. Cheryl didn’t feel bad. Not at all. Really. “She’s been weird all day. Sweet Pea asked me if I knew what was wrong with her. Something about groaning or moaning or whatever.”
Immediately, she was filled with worried. Groaning? Moaning? About what? Her? Cheryl knew she should relax. Let it go. Talk to you. Instead, she stepped away from Toni and clapped her heads, calling the girls together.
“Alright, Ladies! HBIC is speaking. Our new routine is fire. Or it would be if you all would stop fumbling. So we’re running it until we get it right. Start from the beginning and go through until my solo. I. E. The only part of the number that is currently flawless.” The girls began the dance as Cheryl stood by the radio. It was a solid synchronized beginning that broke off. Toni and Lisa took the front while you and Veronica were lifted into the air. You were tossed and gently placed down and then the girls made a path for the soloist, who would be Cheryl, of course.  The first run was shaky, which Cheryl informed the girls better be a warm-up. The second run was better but not good enough. Not perfect. Everything had to be perfect.
What surprised Cheryl was that you were dragging your feet. You never dragged your feet, dancing being your first love. Your mother ran the town's dance studio and you practiced your moves until they were perfect. Almost annoyingly so. Cheryl kept any jealousy she felt about your talent to herself because she loved her best friend. When Cheryl went to your dance competitions, she was filled with pride. She made everyone run it two more times.
“We’re getting better but still not quite there. Ginger, your arms need to be straight for the opening move, don’t flail. Veronica, adequate. Betty, try to look…I don’t know, interesting? And your kicks need to be higher and crisper. Get Veronica to help you if you can’t figure it out. And Y/N, get it together, please. We’re the River Vixens, not a charity team.” A stunned silence followed her words and no one moved. Cheryl never snapped at you, she never had to. Your face burned red and you moved into position to start the routine. The other girls followed you. You had a strange look on your face and Cheryl thought she saw tears in your eyes. Still, she hit play. She wasn’t even watching the girls, instead watching you give your all but still seem….off.  When the girls tossed you into the air, you missed all your marks. When they caught you and placed you down, you froze causing Betty to bump into you. You stayed frozen in place until Cheryl paused the music. “Y/N! What is going on with you?”
Cheryl took a step towards you. Her commanding voice was gone. The tears were back in your eyes and you seemed to be shaking. “Okay, you’re officially freaking me out, Y/N. Is this about lunch? I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay? You’re my -”
“I’m going to be sick.” You announced before darting off the field. There was no sarcasm to your voice. No anger. Only a terrified certainty. You had never been angry with her at all. You were ill.
“Toni, take the girls through the routine again. I’ll be back.” Cheryl took off after her friend, prepared to hold back her hair like you had done for her so many times before. Before she rounded the corner, she stopped. You were standing next to a large trash can, gripping both sides tightly. But you weren’t alone. Sweet Pea was standing next to you, rubbing your back.
“This is mortifying,” You sobbed, tears streaming down your face. Instead of bounding in to take over, her first instinct, Cheryl stayed where she was, peering around the corner.  “You do not have to stay for this. I should - I should - ”
You gagged and leaned over the trash can but didn’t vomit. Sweet Pea brushed a few tears from your eyes as you leaned back. “This is nothing. Fangs’ seventeen birthday? That was gross. Trust me. Like the exorcist.”
You laughed and then groaned again, placing one hand over your stomach. “I should have let you take me to the nurse in fifth period. You were right. I’ve been feeling sick all day. I didn’t even tell Cheryl, I just got snippy about her stupid salad. Ugh. That salad.”
You leaned over the trash can again and this time, everyone came up. Cheryl shuttered but watched as Sweet Pea stood by, brushing your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. It was sweet…in a disgusting sort of way. When you leaned back, he brushed the sweat from your forehead. He didn’t even flinch when you whipped the back of your mouth and spit. Instead, he pulled a water bottle out of his backpack and offered it to you. It was used, Cheryl noted, being half empty but it was a dire circumstance. You rinsed out your mouth and leaned again him, giving him your weight. “I think you have a fever. You feel any better?”
“I feel disgusting and queasy and embarrassed and I never want to show my face to the River Vixens of you ever again,” you confessed. Sweet Pea shook his head.
“Nah. That’s okay. You don’t need to do that. I’d miss your face.” Despite being disgusting and ill, you smiled at him. Cheryl felt her heart swell. It was so awkwardly cute. “I uh - I guess I’m trying to say that I don’t really care about my grades but I’ve been studying with you a lot. Like, I’ve been passing math for weeks and I’m still asking for your help. You know?”
“So you weren’t just in it for your love of learning,” you teased. Then your smile faltered and you brought your hand to your stomach. “I don’t know how I’m going to walk home. Ugh. I’m gonna lose it on the Cooper’s lawn.”
“I’ll drive you. Your mom gonna be home?” You shook your head. Your mother was rarely ever home. Often staying at the studio until 10 PM or later. It allowed you a lot of sleepovers but Cheryl knew you were often lonely, especially when you were sick. And Cheryl had been spending most of her time with Toni lately. “We’ll stop at the drugstore and I’ll grab a few things. I got you, okay?”
Sweet Pea wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you away from the foul-smell bin. Cheryl returned to her squad and grabbed her phone from her bag off the bench - she was the only one allowed to have her phone on them at rehearsal. Toni was leading the girls into a much smoother looking routine. “Ladies! I knew you had it in you. You are the Vixens I knew you could be. Take 5 - Nay, take 10. Then we’ll run it from the top and I’ll let you watch my solo.”
Cheryl joined Toni and wrapped her arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Toni hugged her tightly. When she pulled back, she asked “How’s our girl? You two make up?”
“Let’s just say, you’re much more intuitive and smart than the world gives you credit for. Mi amour, you deserve all the credit in the world.”
Cheryl kissed Toni firmly before pulling out her phone and texting you three words.
                                          Seal. Of. Approval.
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ilymusic27 · 11 months
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Dear Sweet pea
A/N this is not proof read and first time
Word count : 201
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Dear sweet pea,
I thought what we had was love but when i see you talking to her laughing, smiling. All I can think about is what we could have been or what we were a story together. I see she makes you happy 
I just wish we had a better ending to our story. Sometimes I get in my head when i watch the shows we binge watch on your couch in your trailer and think about how you would kiss me on my temple and cuddle into my side when it was a hard day at school.
Fangs and toni stopped coming by to see if i’m still okay which is understandable because it has been 3 months since the last time you kissed me, looked at me, hugged me, talked to me.
School just started up again as you know, but every time i see you in the halls it feels like there is a ghost so in love with a boy that doesn't even know she exists but the boy and his posse doesn't care or are willing to spare a glance.
I love you and you loved me and people change grow but I didn't
—--Love Y/N <33
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sakusamusimp · 2 years
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Serpents and Dragons: Prologue
Sweet Pea x Reader
Summary: After her father’s psychotic break, Y/N and her family moved to Seoul from Riverdale. After joining a mafia group, she and her family wind up back in Riverdale. Nothing could prepare her for the wonderful things she would experience there, nor the horrific events that would change her life forever.
Content Warnings: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence and/or injury, gang/ mafia activity, cursing, occultism, toxic family, bullying, harassment, inaccurate depictions of mafia lifestyle and medical information. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING YOU READ! Reminder: I am not responsible for your triggers and cannot cater to everyone who reads my works.
Word Count: 1.4k
Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this account so I hope you all enjoy it. I have not proofread this chapter, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. This is going to be a multi-part series and it will follow an adapted version of the Riverdale timeline. Feel free to like, comment, and reblog this post! Thank you and enjoy!!!
In the town of Riverdale it was rare for a newcomer to show up and even rarer for an old resident to return, but that’s exactly what happened the summer before sophomore year. Y/N Kim was born and raised in Riverdale, until her father had a psychotic break, which led to her older sister and mother taking her away to live in Seoul, South Korea. She wasn’t aware of her family’s affiliation with an international crime syndicate, known as NCT, until she turned 12. Her older sister had joined the mafia 4 years earlier, when she was only 15 and in love with none other than Jung Jaehyun, a member of NCT by blood.
 Their father had been an NCT member since he got out of high school and dragged their mother into it with him. That’s when the Kim family became NCT members by blood. Even though they had their blood relation to NCT, they weren’t forced to become active members. They were entitled to NCT’s protection with or without the logo tattooed on their bodies. Lana joined NCT of her own volition, much to the dismay of her mother, who feared she would end up just like the man she had once loved. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t aware of her family’s lifestyle until her mother sat down with her and had a long talk, knowing full well she couldn’t keep from her forever. After the shock and rage subsided, Y/N talked with her older sister, who explained in more detail exactly what being an NCT member entailed. On her 12th birthday, she decided that she wanted to become a full-fledged member of NCT. That’s when three long years of gruesome training began.
 It started with basic hand-to-hand combat, then escalated into weapons training with both guns and knives. After that, it was the psychological training, in order to ensure that she was mentally capable of protecting NCT’s secrets and withstanding interrogation. Once she passed her mental evaluations, they moved her onto basic first aid training and then negotiation lessons. Soon, she became one of the best soldiers NCT had to offer. She’s still one of the most respected and feared NCT soldiers, gaining almost as much respect as the caporegimes.
 This leads us back to six months ago, when Mrs. Kim passed away. It wasn’t a sudden death. In fact, both of the sisters had seen it coming from a mile away, but it still took quite the toll on them. After weeks of grieving, the sisters finally composed themselves enough to return to work. In the higher ranks of NCT, discussions were being held regarding the branches of NCT. The Riverdale branch had been dormant since the capos who resided there before left, and now all the NCT members who lived there had either hidden as normal citizens or temporarily joined smaller gangs, like the Southside Serpents and Ghoulies. 
“I’m just saying. It would be in our best interest to start running the Riverdale branch again.” Johnny, a caporegime and the consigliere, argued.
 “Johnny’s right, TY. While the Riverdale branch has been dormant, we’ve lost almost half of the members that were there to other gangs and lost about $20 million in income per month.” It was rare to see Doyoung, yet another capo, agree with Johnny.
 Virtually all the other caporegimes in the room agreed with Johnny’s argument, all except for Taeil, the eldest capo and underboss. “Riverdale has nothing to offer us anymore. All the drug and weapons deals have been taken over by other organizations and there’s nobody of importance for protective services. Besides, it’s such a small town, it would benefit us more to start up a branch in the big city.” 
Taeil and Johnny had been going back and forth on the matter since the meeting started almost two hours prior, which thoroughly annoyed Taeyong. “Majority is in agreement that we should restart the Riverdale branch, so I’ve decided that we will do just that. Jaehyun and Lana pack your things, you’ll be the branch boss and underboss, respectively. Capos Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle will also be accompanying you in case of another incident like three years ago. We’ll also send a few extra soldiers to add onto the ones dormant in Riverdale. And obviously, Y/N will also be accompanying you.” Taeyong finished, waiting for confirmation from the new branch leaders and then ending the meeting.
 Once they had been dismissed, Jaehyun and Lana left the room and headed back to their shared apartment in NCT’s complex. “So, how do you think Y/N will feel about moving back to Riverdale?” Jaehyun asked.
 “ I don’t know, Jae. I guess it really depends on if her old friends are still there, but I don’t know how much our father’s… incident affected her.” Lana responded earnestly. It was true, Y/N had changed a lot since her father’s breakdown. She wasn’t as in tune with her emotions anymore and used the mafia lifestyle as an escape. Maybe having those old friends back will help her to regain some sort of emotional sentience, but nothing can be assured. 
Opening the door to their home, Lana and Jaehyun were greeted by Y/N sitting at the kitchen bar on her computer, likely typing out an essay for her literature class. “Y/N, we have some important things to discuss.” Lana said, carefully as if her little sister would scurry like a mouse if she were too blunt. 
Y/N closed her computer, saving the document she had been working on. She looked between her sister and brother-in-law, eyes guarded and suspecting. “What’s up? I don’t like how cautious you’re being right now.”
 Lana took a deep breath. Y/N had always been absorbed in her schoolwork, busting her ass to keep up her 4.0 GPA by constantly studying and working to improve her education. “As much as you love the school that you’re going to now, soon, we have to move…back to Riverdale-” 
Y/N quickly stood to her feet, eyes wide. “What?!” She exclaimed, nearly knocking over her chair with her sudden movements. “Back to Riverdale? Seriously?!”
 Lana, assuming her sister was upset, gently tried to calm her down. “I know you may not want to go back because of what happened, but this is for official NCT business.” 
Y/N quickly shook her head back and forth, “No, no, no. I’m happy about this.” The confusion written on Lana and Jaehyun’s faces would have been comical in any other situation, but the need for an explanation trumped any humor there was. “I can see Archie and Betty and Juggie again. All of my childhood friends, I’ll be able to see them again.” A sigh of relief left both Jaehyun and Lana, who were genuinely terrified that Y/N would be upset.
 “We’re leaving once this semester of your schooling ends. Monday, once office hours are open, we’re gonna start getting your credits transferred with the school and start contacting old NCT members from Riverdale.” Jaehyun explained, turning on the electric kettle he had filled with water. “After that, your sister and I will work on rebuilding the Riverdale branch and you will be enjoying your summer and rekindling old friendships, I hope.” He smiled, setting two cups of tea in front of the sisters. Small thanks were heard from both before slow sips.
 Lana stood from her seat, grabbing the cup of tea and heading towards her bedroom. “Since there’s only a couple weeks left before school ends, I would suggest packing up most of your things, especially your small things, beforehand so we can save time. While Jae is taking care of your school stuff and relations, I’ll be here all day packing up the apartment.” She nodded off before disappearing into her bedroom.
 Jaehyun, now with his own tea, whispered to Y/N before leaving into the same room. “Make sure to go easy on her the next few weeks. Taeil’s still making a fuss about the Riverdale branch and I can guarantee he’ll be harassing her about it until the profits start showing up.” 
Y/N nodded in agreement before reopening her laptop. “Got it.” 
The next few weeks were spent with constant phone calls, a lot of packing tape, and several moving men taking things to either be put into storage, sold, or sent to their new home in Riverdale. After a long 18 hour flight and 4 hour drive, the black SUV with tinted windows finally passed by the nostalgic sign. “Riverdale: The Town with PEP!”
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whoalookatthegays · 4 months
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Ok sooo heyyyy guyss
I haven't been active for a long time and I'm sorry :(
But if anyone thinks they'd like to read more of my jugpea fic I can update it for you
If not more free time for me ig
Okk thanks for coming to my TED talk byee
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ghxst-heart · 2 years
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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold.  When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the mother’s feelings about it)
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ─ ꜰᴏᴏʟ'ꜱ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ─ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪʀᴇ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ─ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ─ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ
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storkmuffin · 2 years
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Almost a year after he left Riverdale with Josie & the Pussycats to be a roadie (and more) on their tour, Sweet Pea returns to pack up and leave for good. He’s visited by Jughead Jones, forcing Sweet Pea to remember all that they shared, secret from everyone, in their high school years.
moodboard by @taratantsi
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scorpionwins · 2 years
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I'm not saying i'd sell my soul for someone to write a varchie fic with mob boss! Ronnie and house husband Archie, who ran off upon realizing his beloved wife is, in fact, participates in an underground crime society and running into Jughead and Cheryl, ALSO mob spouses who ran away, by some strange, almost fated universal alignment, who bond together while their spouses chase them down, but. My soul is in good condition. I clean it weekly.
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shiploverr · 1 year
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Invisible Strings Chapter 6 is up on AO3!
Do You Call His Name Like You Do When You’re With Me?
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“Hey Baby, everything ok with Fifth Avenue?” Sweet Pea said. Betty closed her eyes and finally spoke. “No, Sweets. Veronica lied. It was all a ruse to get to me to talk to Jughead, and before you say anything, I got this handled. Baby, I need you to trust me, please. Let me deal with this, and then we can go home and talk, ok?”
Sweet Pea growled through the phone, and she heard a loud crash. He was pissed. “Sweet Pea, do you trust me?”
“Yes, cupcake, I trust you. It’s Jones I don’t trust.” He breathed heavily. “We will talk about this as soon as this is done. Call me when you're at the trailer.” The phone line ended, and she cursed herself. She walked back into the apartment, frowning.
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