#sweet pea x fem!jones!reader

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Strawberries

Request: Yes / No  Can i ask for a Sweet PeaxfemaleReader where SP  prepares a picnic date with his gf the reader, but he forgets that she is allergic to strawberry and she have an allergic reaction, her face start to swallen and changes her color to red so Sweet Pea takes her to the hospital cause she can't breathe. He feels so guilty but when she wake up she tells him that it's okay and she love him anyways. Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader 

Word count: 1331

Warnings: An allergic reaction to strawberries, but that’s all! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Sweet Pea had borrowed my Dad’s truck and currently had me in the passager seat with a blindfold on. He said he had a surprise for me and that I had to keep the blindfold on until he said I could take it off. He had some of my favorite music playing as we drove and I was getting excited. 

“Sweets, where are we going?” I asked and he gently placed his hand on my thigh. 

“Somewhere special, we’re almost there.” He said and I dramatically sighed. 

“Can’t you just tell me?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That would ruin the surprise.” He said and I once again sighed dramatically. It took another five minutes of driving, but the truck finally stopped. 

“We’re here.” He said and I reached to take the blindfold off, but Sweets stopped me. 

“Not yet, patients babe.” He said and I could hear the smirk in his voice. Sweets got out and opened my door. He helped me out of the truck and we started walking. It felt so disorienting to walk without being able to see, but I just knew it would be worth it. When we stopped walked, Sweets stood behind me and gently took the blindfold off. 

“Oh my god! Sweets!” I said when I saw the surprise. There was a baby blue blanket on the ground with plates and sweets on top. It was right near Sweetwater River and it was just so perfect. Pea took my hand and led me to sit down next to him on the blanket. 

“Toni helped me make some things, so I hope you like them.” He said and I smiled. 

“It all looks so tasty!” I said and picked up one of the sweets. 

“Mmmm, soo good!” I smiled. Pea pulled out his phone and put on some music. It was all so perfect, Sweets was so perfect. 

“Here, try this.” He said and held up what looked like a donut with whipped cream in the middle. I took a bite and smiled. 

“Oh my God, that’s so good!” I said. It tasted amazing, but it tasted like it had a fruit in it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what is was, but who cares, it was sooo good. I took another bite and moaned in happiness. Sweets laughed and I offered him a bit. He took it and smiled at me. 

The two of us were enjoying everything Sweets planned and it was fun. However, maybe five minutes after I had the donut thing my mouth started feeling itchy. I didn’t think much of it, but then I started coughing. I grabbed a glass of the sparkling apple juice Sweets poured for us and took a big gulp. The liquid did nothing to stop the scratchiness I was feeling in my throat and mouth. I felt my chest start to get tight and Sweets looked over at me with wide eyes. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked. I shook my head and placed my hand on my chest. I began wheezing and Sweets eyes widened. 

“Were-Were there Strawberries in anything?” I asked and his eyes widened more. Sweets quickly picked me up and ran to the truck. He left the picknick basket, food, and blanket right where it was. Luckily he remembered his phone. He called my Dad and asked him to meet us at the hospital. I was caughing and scratching at my skin the whole way there. I put all my focus on my breathing, since I could hardly do that at the moment. Sweets picked me up and quickly called for help. I was laid on a stretcher and rushed into the back. 

*Sweet Pea’s POV*

The doctors and nurses rushed her into the back and ran my hand through my hair. I might have just killed my girlfriend! How the hell could I be so damn forgetful!? It’s the one fucking thing she’s allergic to and I forgot! I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down before everyone showed up. I took a seat and hung my head. I just couldn’t believe I was this stupid! God FP and Jughead are gonna fucking kill me… 

“Pea!” My head snapped up and I saw Toni, Jughead, Fangs, and FP coming towards me. 

“What the hell happen, boy?” FP asked and I sighed. 

“She had a reaction to something Toni and I made, but it’s all my fault.” I said and he sighed. 

“You gave her strawberries?” Jones asked and I sighed. 

“I forgot she’s allergic to strawberries!” I asked and FP placed his hand on my shoulder. 

“She’ll be fine, you did everything right.” He said and I sighed. 

“I hope so…” I mumbled. 

*Y/N’s POV*

I woke up feeling pretty tired still, but tried to shake it off. Took a deep breath and my lungs were very happy with that. I smiled as I felt like I could breath pretty normal again. The door to my room opened and I looked over to see a doctor smiling at me. 

“How are you feeling, Miss. Jones?” He asked and I smiled. 

“Much better now that I can breath.” I answered. 

“Good, as I’m sure you know you had an allergic reaction.” He said and I nodded. 

“I didn’t realize there were strawberries in something I ate, honest mistake.” I said and he smiled. 

“Maybe make sure before you eat something next time.” He said and I nodded. 

“I will.” I said and he gave me a nod. 

“I’ll send in your visitors now.” He said and left. I figured it would just be Sweets and my Dad, but I should have known better. 

“Y/N/N!” I looked over and saw my brother rush over and engulf me in a hug. 

“You’re alright!” He said and held me tightly. 

“I’m fine, Juggie.” I said and gently pushed him off me. 

“Jug, let your sister breath.” Our Dad said and I giggled. 

“I’m fine Daddy, it was an honest mistake.” I said and I looked over to Sweets, who had his head hung in shame. 

“Sweets?” I asked and he looked up at me with guilty eyes. I opened my arms for a hug and Sweet Pea reluctantly made his way over to me. 

“Everything’s alright, baby, I’m fine.” I said and he held me tighter. 

“I’m so sorry I forgot…” He whispered and I think I felt a tear hit my shoulder, but I wasn’t sure. 

“Sweets it’s fine, I’m alright and I don’t blame you.” I said. 

“How can you not? He literally almost killed you!” Jughead said and I rolled my eyes at him. Dad smacked the back of his head while Toni and Fangs glared at him. 

“You’re so dramatic Jug! I’m fine, it’s my fault too if anything. I didn’t have my EpiPen on me because I haven’t exactly used one in years.” I said when Sweets pulled back. 

“You didn’t taste the strawberries?” Toni asked and I shook my head. 

“It tasted so good, but I couldn’t really think of what the flavor was. I haven’t had strawberries since I was a little kid and I don’t really remember what they taste like.” I answered and my Dad sighed. 

“Maybe you should start carrying your EpiPen on you, just to be safe.” He said and I nodded. 

“Fineee.” I groaned and my Dad shook his head with a smile. 

“So you like strawberries?” Fangs asked. 

“Yes! Why do they have to be so good, but hurt me so much?” I asked and everyone laughed, even Sweet Pea chuckled. 

“I don’t know, darling, but don’t even think about eating anymore!” Dad said and I sighed. 

“I know…” I said and everyone smiled. I grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. I knew he was gonna beat himself up about this for awhile, but I’d remind him everyday that everything was perfectly fine and I don’t blame him.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Northside Serpent - Fangs Forgarty

Fangs x Fem!reader (eventually)

Jughead x Toni x Reader (friends)

Warnings: bullying?

Word count: 1,154

Summary: Being a Northsider who is very quiet but when the bulldogs and Cheryl are being mean to the Southsiders she speaks up.

Authors Note: That summary is the idea I came up with but it turned into something with that as the underline plot but also something. So I can’t say it's really a good description and I can’t say it's a bad one.

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“Hey, Juggie.” Y/n waved towards her beanie wearing friend as he showed up in the school parking lot with his friends.

“Y/n/n, long time no see.” Jughead smiled as he approached the Y/h/c-ed girl along with Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea.

“Jug I saw you two days ago.” she laughed, hugging him once he got close enough.

“We haven’t gone to school with each other in a while.” Jug nod's his head at her statement.

“True.” Y/n smiled

“Why are you outside?” Fangs asked the pretty girl who obviously knows Jughead.

“There’s a welcoming party for you all.” Y/n smirks shaking her head as she answered the handsome young serpent.

“Huh?” Jug looked at her confused and suspicious.

“Only a few put it together and yes, it’s who your thinking Jug. But be warned the Bulldogs and Cheryl are very against this.” she explained, shrugging in the process.

“Well before we go in mind introducing us to your friend here Jones? Toni?” Sweet Pea crossed his arms, not missing how Toni had also greeted the girl with a hug.

“Well, if either of you ever paid attention to anything other than pole at the Wrym you would’ve met her already.” Toni stated giving them an annoyed look that screamed ‘I told you so’.

“We’ve known each other since we were in diapers, she’s not just a friend she’s like my sister.” Jug explained to his followed Serpent boys. Jughead could tell Sweet Pea was still wary and Fangs seemed to not be able to take his eyes off her.

“She use to hang at the Wrym all the time.’ Toni added.

“Having known Jughead here all my life FP’s like a father to me.” Y/n smiled at the two boys standing in front of her.

“Like?” Jug scoffed tilting his head in her direction.

Y/n was family, there was no question. There was also no question that she was the honorary adopted daughter of FP.

“Oh haha. Fine, he is practically my dad. He helped my mom raise me and has been there for me my whole life.” Y/n answered.

“So are you a Serpent?” Sweet Pea asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes.” Y/n nodded as she answered his question holding her head high. She could understand his skepticism from his point of view.

“Y/n is the Serpent Princess.” Toni smirks nudging her friend, teasing her with her nickname.

“A title my dad gave her and I believe it’s fitting.” Jug stated.

“I’m gonna be the polite one between me and Pea and ask your name.” Fangs smiled

“It's Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” Y/n smiled reaching out to shake his hand. “An you?”

“Fangs Forgarty.” he smirked slightly but it ended up just turning back into a smile.

“Nice to meet you Fangs.” Y/n nodded

Once they let go of each other's hands Fangs elbowed Sweet Pea. “ow” Sweet Pea glared at Fangs.

Toni raised her eyebrows at the tall boy. “Introduce yourself instead of integrating the girl.”

“Sweet Pea, nice to meet you Serpent Princess.” he introduced himself after giving the pink haired girl an eye roll.

Y/n laughed at the exchange before shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Now that we're all acquainted, why don’t we all head into school now?” Jug asked, always the lover of education.

With that said they all grabbed their stuff and headed in. After the greeting by Archie, Veronica, Betty, and etc etc … Toni turned to Y/n with a look before asking. “This is Northside hospitality?”

“Welcome to the Northside.” Jughead snarked

“You know Y/l/n I thought once we were rid of Jones here, you would finally understand where you belong.” Cheryl spoke as she approached the group of young Serpents.

“Oh? And where would that be Cheryl?” y/n asked with her voice full of sarcasm as she crossed her arms turning to fully face the red headed Bombshell.

“By my side and the Bulldogs of course, silly. Not with these street rats.” Cheryl smiled her fake Blossom smile. Y/n would know the difference.

“Listen here Bombshell. These street rats as you call them are way better friends than your bulldogs would ever be. As for you Cheryl Blossom. You and I were good friends once upon a time until you decided to become a snot-nosed Bitch.” Y/n spoke pissed off stepping into Cheryl's personal space. Looking the HBIC right in the eyes. Y/n honestly missed having Cheryl as a friend. But then Cheryl she became someone who wasn’t the Cheryl Y/n grew up being friends with. If Cheryl ever came back then they could be friends again. “So leave us alone. I’m where I should be. Are you?”

With that said everyone started to head off to where they needed to be for the first period. After Toni and Y/n left off to their first classes the boys stood in the hallways for a minute. Sweet Pea and Fangs were ready to intervene when it came to Y/n and Cheryl’s talk. But Jughead and Toni had convinced them to back down. Y/n could fight her own fights, they know that for a fact. But they still stood ready as back up if the Bulldogs so much as moved a finger.

“I think I’m in love.” Fangs stated as they watched the girls disappear.

“She’s a Serpent so I’m cool with it.” Sweet Pea stated with a shrug at his friend's words. Truth be told he’s just glad it’s not a Northsider.

Jughead cast a glare at Fangs before saying. “She’s like a sister to me. If you hurt her Fangs I’ll bury you somewhere no one will ever find the body.”

Fangs gulped looking Jug in the eyes promising. “If I can get her to actually say yes then I promise I’ll never hurt her. At least I won’t try to.”

Sweet Pea suddenly got a thought in his head and he smirked. “Jones, you said she’s like a daughter to your dad right?”

“Yup.” Jughead nodded, casting a confused look to the tall dark haired boy. And then it hit him.

Sweet Pea clapped Fangs on the back as he let out an amused laugh. “Good luck Forgarty.”

Fangs turned his head to look at Jughead hoping he could explain since it seemed like he understood what Sweet Pea meant. “Huh?”

“Sweet Pea’s hinting to the fact that you’ll be dating the honorary daughter of Fp Jones, leader of the Serpents.” Jughead explained, and it was true if Fnags could get Y/n to say yes then he would be seeing the confusion leave Fang's face and was replaced by worry and a hint of fear. Jug patted him on the shoulder before continuing. “Don’t worry Fangs. She’s worth it.”

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#there's really no other way to say this but #i want. au. daddy sp with cutie baby infant son jr. and he promises himself he won't be subjected to jughead jones' plans again #even if she's still walking sunshine and smiles at him even if he's being a jerk and makes his son giggle #but one night as jug comes to talk to him abt some moth people or whatever- his formula is finished. and his baby is famished and sp is. #well. he's freaking out. but jug does what she does best - she helps him. has a hand on his shoulder (luckily sitting down) and says #' if you're comfortable maybe i can- i...Ronnie doesn't have enough milk for her baby sometimes. i help out if i can' #anf i think we know hoe it goes #riverdale #jughead jones #fem jug #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #jugpea #jughead x sweet pea #text

[ghxst-heart]

ꜰᴏᴏʟ'ꜱ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by one of my lovely Does!

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

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6k

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Emotions were already running high, and the Black Hood’s looming presence over the town wasn’t helping.  (Y/N) paced the length of her trailer, her arms crossed protectively over her stomach as she chewed on her lips.  Her laptop was on the coffee table, and the leaked video of Fangs and the now deceased Midge on Carrie’s opening night was paused on the screen.  Her eyes would drop to the screen any time she passed the coffee table, narrowed in a harsh glare before she’d scoff and continue pacing.  She walked the same path so many times that Sweet Pea thought she would wear through the cheap carpet.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"(Y/N), babe, please sit down." Sweet Pea sighed, his large hand reaching out to hold hers.  (Y/N) continued to pace, ignoring her boyfriend’s pleas as her mind ran through hundreds of scenarios.  It was only a matter of time before the Northsiders turned their gaze to the South.  Somehow, everyone on the wrong side of the tracks got blamed for the bad things happening in Riverdale.  It wouldn’t be long before they decided that the Black Hood was from the Southside.  Sweet Pea watched (Y/N) shake her head as she mumbled to herself, almost so quietly that he couldn’t hear her, but he picked up bits and pieces.  He hummed, his eyes falling to (Y/N)’s stomach, where his child was actively growing, and he frowned. "Babe, all this worrying can’t be good for him."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stopped moving at that, the reminder that she had not only herself to care for now, stilling any movement she was about to make.  Her hand subconsciously ran over her stomach, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath.  She knew that if she didn’t regulate her emotions soon, her baby would start feeling it, too.  All that stress, anger, everything that she was feeling was doing no favors for them.  She sighed, nodding as she slowly walked toward Sweet Pea, her hands rubbing her stomach.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"I’m sorry, you’re right." (Y/N) quietly said, her eyes big as she met Sweet Pea’s.  He instinctively reached out for her, one hand settling on her hip as the other enveloped hers.  He ran his thumb over her knuckles as he looked deep into her eyes, the evening light coming through the blinds bringing out the hazel highlights in his dark eyes.  (Y/N) sighed, her free hand combing through Sweet Pea’s hair and pushing it back from his forehead before letting her fingers trace the Serpent tattoo on his neck. "I just -- those ignorant Northsiders are coming for us.  Especially now that the stupid Black Hood killed Midge, and Fangs got pinned for it.  Every time you walk out that door, I think it’s going to be the last time, and I -- "

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea shook his head, scooting to sit on the edge of the couch to be closer to her, "You can’t worry about that, baby.  Jones is gonna get it figured out, as much as I hate to say it.  He’ll take care of Fangs."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"I don’t know how to not worry about it!  You saw how those Bulldogs reacted yesterday when the video leaked.  I can’t bring this child into this world without you, Sweets.  I can’t." (Y/N) said, her voice dripping with sadness and anxiety, a combination that Sweet Pea had heard far too much of since that rumble back in November.  Sweet Pea hummed, dropping her hand so he could cradle her stomach.  He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on (Y/N)’s stomach before looking up at her once more.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"You won’t have to, okay?  I’m not gonna let that happen.  Let’s just watch a movie or something?  Try to get your mind off of everything?" Sweet Pea asked, trying to derail her spiraling mind.  His big hands trailed over her stomach, almost as if he were waiting to feel the baby kick in agreement.  That milestone was still several weeks, if not a month or two out, but he was hopeful.  (Y/N) could see it in his eyes as he looked at her again. "We can watch The Matchlerette."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) dryly chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to sit beside Sweet Pea on the worn sofa.  She immediately cuddled into his side, letting him wrap an arm around her shoulders as his other hand settled on her stomach. "Well, we did miss the mid-season premiere last week.  We’ve got two episodes to catch up on."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned and let his head fall onto the back of the couch, his chest rumbling with silent laughter as he poked fun at (Y/N). "I gotta suffer through two episodes of that shit?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, her eyes tracing the pattern of the Serpent tattoo on his neck. "Can’t be too upset, you offered!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sniggered, his head lolling to the side so he could meet her gaze.  He grinned at her, that stupid grin that (Y/N) loved so much, and sighed. "I guess we gotta find out who Teresa is gonna choose, huh?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"It’s Tammy, not Teresa." (Y/N) corrected, her nose scrunching slightly as she smiled at Sweet Pea. "Teresa was last season, Sweets."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea raised his hands in surrender, "My bad, babe.  You can’t blame me for not knowing their names; I can’t focus on the show too much when I’ve got such a pretty girl under my arm."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) rolled her eyes and reached for the remote lying on the coffee table, dismissing his sweet words by turning on the television.  The rest of the night was spent curled up on the sofa, arguing about who was the better choice for Tammy or spitballing names for the baby.  It was a beautiful painting of domesticity, a glimpse into what their future could be after Riverdale.  (Y/N) felt totally relaxed, a feeling she hadn’t had in a long time.  She always felt that way in Sweet Pea’s arms; it was as if the rest of the world slipped away, and they were the only two remaining.  It was just as it should be; just (Y/N), Sweet Pea, and their beautiful child enjoying one another’s company.  No Serpents, no Northsiders, just them and their little family.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sometime before midnight, both (Y/N) and Sweet Pea had nodded off, limbs tangled together and their chests slowly rising and falling in time with one another.  The television was still playing an old episode of The Matchlerette, the warm filter over the show producing a faint light over the dark room.  It was peaceful, but it seemed that the moment the clock switched from PM to AM, the peace was broken.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s body jolted as the sudden sound of a ringtone echoed through the room, drowning out the group date on the television and sending a wave of panic down (Y/N)’s spine.  (Y/N) groaned, her eyes squinting as they adjusted to the room’s dim lighting.  She gently pushed herself into a sitting position, her hands braced on Sweet Pea’s chest as she fumbled through his Serpent jacket to find his phone.  Unfortunately, it was slung over the back of the sofa, carelessly so, making it hard for (Y/N) to find the phone before the ringtone ended.  Sweet Pea grumbled under (Y/N)’s hands, and he shifted slightly before relaxing again.  (Y/N) sighed and continued to search for the phone, finally fishing it out of the inside pocket as it started to ring again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Get the phone, baby." Sweet Pea mumbled, his arm covering his eyes to shield them from any possible light so he could try to sleep again.  (Y/N) glanced at the phone in her hand, briefly registering Jughead’s name flashing across the screen before she swiped the answer button and held the phone to her ear.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"What, Jug?" (Y/N) asked, her voice heavy with sleep.  The sounds of shouting and angry voices filled her ear, and she flinched as she pulled the phone away from her ear in shock.  That woke her up.  She could hear Jughead yelling into the phone, his tone urgent and nervous, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying over the angry mob around him.  (Y/N) prepared herself to be bombarded with the shouting and placed the phone on her ear again, "Jughead, what the hell?  Where are you?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"They’re letting Fangs out!" Jughead managed to yell, and (Y/N) heard him curse at someone who bumped into him before he continued. "The Northsiders are going batshit!  You and Sweet Pea need to get here!  Fast!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s brows furrowed, and she reached down to pull Sweet Pea’s arm from his eyes, her hand shaking his shoulder as she started to scoot to the end of the sofa. "Where is here, Jug?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"The sheriff’s station!  They’re gonna kill Fangs once he gets out!" Jughead shouted.  (Y/N)’s body stilled, her blood like ice as Jughead’s words echoed in her mind. "Get here as fast as you can!  Please!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead ended the call, leaving (Y/N) to stare blankly at the screen in confusion.  Her drowsy mind struggled to catch up, but once it did, she leaped into action.  (Y/N) jumped up from the sofa, her mouth running a million miles a minute as she rushed around the small living room, struggling to pull on her boots.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Sweets, get up!" (Y/N) loudly said, shoving her foot into her boot with one hand while shaking Sweet Pea’s chest with the other. "Fangs needs our help, Sweets.  Get up!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea grumbled and rolled onto his side, his arm hanging off the edge of the sofa to find his shoes, and his eyes narrowed as he became reacquainted with the world around him. "The hell’s goin’ on?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Fangs is being released," (Y/N) rushed, not bothering to tie her boots as she stood up.  She flipped on the lights, flooding their sight with the bright fluorescent lighting of the trailer as she grabbed her Serpent jacket from the hook by the front door. "Sweets, the Northsiders are livid.  We gotta help Fangs."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like (Y/N), it took Sweet Pea a moment to understand the severity of the situation, but once he did, he fell from the couch and scrambled to throw his Serpent jacket over his shoulders.  The couple was silent as they ran around the small space, ensuring they had their switchblades and anything else they might need before racing out of the trailer, not even bothering to lock the door as they ran to Sweet Pea’s motorcycle.  Sweet Pea peeled out of the makeshift driveway outside the trailer, the sudden movement blowing (Y/N)’s hair off her shoulders and making her tightly grip Sweet Pea’s jacket.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It didn’t take long for (Y/N) and Sweet Pea to arrive at the sheriff’s station, even if they had to park Sweet Pea’s bike two blocks away because of the massive crowd surrounding the station.  The clashing mantras of "Justice for Midge!" and "Free Fangs!" pounded in (Y/N)’s head as Sweet Pea cleared a path for them to elbow through, his hand never leaving hers as he pushed aside Northsiders and Serpents alike.  Sweet Pea’s height allowed him to spot Jughead before (Y/N) did, and he forced his way to the young leader with a ferocity that (Y/N) had never seen from him before.  She would have been scared if it wasn’t for the circumstances, but she was feeling the effects of the crowd as well, and her body surged with adrenaline.  The Northsiders were out for blood, Serpent blood, and that terrified her more than Sweet Pea’s locked jaw and fiery eyes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Jones!" Sweet Pea shouted, somehow able to let his voice carry over the crowd and earn Jughead’s attention.  The Jones boy whipped his head around, searching for Sweet Pea and (Y/N), his eyes wild with fear as he finally found them.  The couple shoved aside a few more people and eventually met with Jughead in the middle of the mob, but no words were exchanged as Jughead grabbed a handful of Sweet Pea’s jacket and hauled him to the front of the station.  It was a difficult feat, but they managed to snake through the crowd and up the stairs to the front doors.  Jughead pounded on the glass doors, and once Toni saw the group, she lunged for the door to let them in.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They shoved their way into the building, Jughead abandoning the couple and making a beeline for the new sheriff.  (Y/N) latched onto Sweet Pea, her chest tight as she glanced over her shoulder to see the angry mob of people on the other side of the glass.  Their eyes were glowing with fury, and their mouths chanted angry mantras.  A few were holding signs with support for Midge or Fangs.  It was indeed a sight to behold, but she couldn’t bring herself to be impressed by the sheer magnitude of it all.  This was Riverdale, her home, as much as she hated to admit it, plagued by a serial killer and forced to divide in a way that it never has before.  It was heartbreaking.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"You can’t take Fangs out the front.  We have to take the side entrance." Jughead demanded, marching up to Sheriff Minetta and squaring his shoulders with authority.  He almost looked like his father, like a true Serpent King.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Crowd’s out there, too.  So pick your poison, Serpent." Sheriff Minetta spit, his face firm and unwavering from the indifferent expression he held before he turned and left the teens in the station’s lobby.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder again, the sound of the shouting getting louder as silence fell over the teen Serpents.  Sweet Pea tightened his hold on (Y/N), his hand securely splayed across her waist as he kept her against his chest.  Then, finally, he spoke up, pulling Jughead’s attention back to them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"What do we do, man?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"I don’t wanna die!" Fangs cried, seemingly materializing out of the shadows.  (Y/N)’s attention snapped toward him, and she realized that he was witnessing the people of Riverdale turning on him with his own eyes.  She hadn’t even known that he was in the lobby.  She thought that he was still in a holding cell.  (Y/N) reached out for Fangs, tightly holding his hand in what she hoped was reassurance.  She could feel herself shaking, but she hoped Fangs wouldn’t notice it.  She needed to be strong for him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sharply inhaled, and (Y/N) could practically see a switch flip in his brain as he turned to his Serpents, a new look of determination on his face as he stepped closer to Fangs, his hands cupping Fangs’ jaw and forcing him to keep his eyes on him. "Fangs, you’re not going to.  Look at me, okay?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Toni, (Y/N), and Sweet Pea banded together beside Fangs, and Jughead let one hand fall from Fangs’ face to grip the lapels of Sweet Pea’s jacket.  His tone was assertive, but (Y/N) could hear a faint shake in his voice as he told them the plan. "We stand together, so none of us falls.  In unity, there is strength."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The five Serpents pulled each other in, their foreheads pressed together as they spoke in unison, hoping to conjure enough courage to face the crowd. "In unity, there is strength!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Everything happened in a flash.  The Serpents surrounded Fangs, flanking him on all sides to ensure he couldn’t be touched by any Northsiders hoping to settle the score, and pushed their way out the doors.  They were engulfed in the yelling and shouting of the crowd, their senses flooded with nothing but the uproar of the people of Riverdale.  (Y/N) bunched a fist into the back of Sweet Pea’s jacket, the other holding tightly onto Fangs’ arm as she pushed the boys along.  With each step, they were further surrounded by more Serpents, all hell-bent on keeping Fangs safe.  Jughead, FP, and an older Serpent led the group, shoving people out of the way and spitting in their faces to back off, carving a path for the horde of Serpents to follow.  (Y/N) tried to keep her eyes forward and find the end of the crowd, but it seemed that there never would be one.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎She felt hands grab her and tug on her jacket and hair, pulling out strands at a time and leaving her scalp stinging with pain, but she fought through it.  They had to get Fangs out alive; that was all that mattered.  Her back was being pummeled with fists, and she felt a set of nails drag down her neck, but she didn’t let it phase her.  She could take a few bruises and scratches if it meant keeping Fangs safe.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Somehow, over the shouting and the screaming, she heard the frantic voice of Archie Andrews. "Reggie!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) knew she shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t help herself.  She looked back, realizing that the Serpents that were supposed to be around her had disappeared.  She was the last line of defense between the mob and Fangs, but that wasn’t what made her stop.  Archie had tackled Reggie Mantle to the ground, using all his body weight to hold the ringleader of the lynch mob after Fangs against the concrete of the street.  In Reggie’s outstretched hand, shining under the intense streetlight, was a silver gun, his finger laying over the trigger.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s body froze, the reality that she could have been shot settling into her mind.  Not only her but her unborn child could have been shot.  (Y/N)’s lack of movement earned Sweet Pea’s attention, and he turned to grab her and force her to continue walking.  She could deal with that later.  She had to.  Fangs was their main priority right now.  (Y/N) hardly registered the feeling of Sweet Pea’s hands on her shoulders before a gunshot rang through the air.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The entire mob stopped, and that half-second that followed the gunshot was met with a chilling silence that (Y/N) knew she’d never experience again.  After that, everything slowed down, the following moments forever cementing themselves in (Y/N)’s brain.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A woman screamed.  The crowd reanimated.  Chaos ensued.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but that was enough time for someone to get a clear shot at Fangs.  (Y/N)’s head whipped around, her eyes wide and her jaw slacked as she watched the Serpents struggle to keep the crowd off of Fangs, leaving him momentarily unguarded.  Then, finally, her eyes met Fangs’ before they dropped to his stomach, where a deep red patch of blood started seeping into his shirt.  He seemed to be glued to his spot, his body immobilized by the shock of being shot.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Fangs!" (Y/N) shouted, and she started to run toward him.  She had to do something; she had to guard him against getting shot again.  She got only a few steps closer before being thrown to the ground with the full force of someone’s body.  She tried to hold her hands out to soften the blow, but she wasn’t fast enough.  She landed on the curb, her stomach slamming onto the raised concrete before her chest fell to the sidewalk and her head landed on someone’s shoe.  The blow left her feeling like a rag doll, her body completely limp as she fell.  The person kicked her head off their foot, and she lurched sideways, her shoulder crashing into the asphalt of the street before her head followed.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Her vision started to fade, black spots rushing to cloud the scene in front of her.  She didn’t know what happened next, but she could hear Sweet Pea’s distressed voice as he called for help.  She could feel him lift her off the ground, cradling her body to his chest as he rushed to get out of the chaos.  She remembered smelling Sweet Pea’s cologne, feeling the cool leather of his Serpent jacket pressing into her cheek, and hearing his voice crack as he screamed.  She tried to hold onto consciousness, but she was beginning to feel lightheaded.  Finally, her body fell totally lax, her arm dangling by her side and her head lolling back to hang over Sweet Pea’s arm.  She couldn’t do anything but welcome the cold feeling of nothingness.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The first thing that (Y/N) could hear was the sound of hushed voices, but one stood out to her.  It was Sweet Pea, and he was angry, that much she could tell.  No, he was furious.  He had gone into a fit of rage, pacing the same path (Y/N) had not six hours ago as he ranted.  He tried hard to keep his voice down, but Sweet Pea was never the poster child for emotional control.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"She needs to go to the hospital!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Sweet Pea, we can’t have another Serpent there right now.  She’d be in more danger there than here!" That was Toni’s voice, just as calm and level-headed as ever.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"It’s not just (Y/N) that needs a doctor!  She’s carrying my child, Toni!  I’m taking her to the hospital!"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) tried to force her eyes open, but the moment they let a sliver of light in her head erupted with pain.  She cried out, pulling the heated conversation to a halt.  She could feel their eyes on her, but she couldn’t open her eyes to meet them.  Her hand flew to her head, her face scrunching in pain as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"(Y/N)!" Sweet Pea breathed, relief flooding his body.  (Y/N) heard him march across the room, and she knew he was kneeling beside the couch.  His hands rested on her stomach and her head, and (Y/N) could feel how badly they were shaking. "(Y/N), can you open your eyes for me?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) tried to shake her head, but another flash of pain shot up her neck.  She mumbled, her words jumbled and running together. "It hurts, Sweets.  ‘M in s’much pain."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Hey, hey, shhh." Sweet Pea shushed her, his hand running over her hair.  (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch, but she feared she’d crumble into the pain if she moved even an inch.  She heard him readjust his body before he told Toni to turn off the lights.  He gently took hold of her hand, pulling it from her eyes and quickly replacing it with his hand.  His thumb ran over her cheek, sweeping away the tears, but the sweet gesture was futile as (Y/N) continued to cry.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) felt someone lift her legs before the couch dipped, and her legs were lowered again, this time across someone’s lap as their hands ran up and down her shins.  (Y/N) sobbed, her hand gripping Sweet Pea’s so tightly she thought she’d break the bones if she had the strength.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Baby, you’re gonna be okay." Sweet Pea’s voice softly said.  (Y/N) could hear the crack in his voice, the emotions he was feeling getting the better of him.  Finally, she heard him clear his throat and take a deep breath, "You gotta stay awake for me, okay?  Please, stay awake, (Y/N)."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"‘M tryin’," (Y/N) said, her voice shaky.  Now that she was returning to her body, she could feel everything.  Her head was throbbing, her shoulder ached, and her stomach was so tight that she was starting to feel nauseous.  She let out a shuddering breath, bracing herself for the pain she knew she would feel when she opened her eyes, and slowly peeled her eyes open.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Although the room was dark, the streetlamp filtering through the curtains temporarily blinded her, and she groaned in pain.  She grimaced but forced herself to keep her eyes open.  Her vision was blurry, whether from the tears or the pain, she didn’t know, but she fought against the instinct to close her eyes.  Instead, she rapidly blinked, trying to clear her vision, and the first thing she saw was Sweet Pea’s face in front of hers.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s eyes were watery, as was his relieved smile as he leaned closer to her. "There you are.  You’re gonna be okay, baby.  You’re gonna be okay."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Tears pricked (Y/N)’s eyes again, and she reached up a hand to cup Sweet Pea’s jaw.  Her arm was so weak it took most of her strength to keep her hand up and even more of it to let her thumb brush away a stray tear just as he had done for her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"What happened?" (Y/N) weakly asked, her throat feeling scratchy.  She cleared her throat as her mind tried to conjure the night’s events.  She remembered Fangs being released and the angry mob outside the sheriff’s station.  She remembered protecting Fangs, but her stomach lurched when she remembered the most crucial part.  Fangs had been shot.  Her lip quivered as she stared into Sweet Pea’s eyes, her own widening with fear, "Oh, m’god.  Is Fangs okay?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded his head, "He’s at the hospital.  He’s in rough shape."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) felt a sob catch in her throat, biting her lip to keep it there.  She knew that crying would only worsen her head’s pain if that were even possible.  Her head fell back into the cushion, and her hand dropped from Sweet Pea’s face.  She remembered hearing Archie shout Reggie’s name, her attention turning to them instead of staying on keeping Fangs safe.  Was she the reason Fangs got shot?  Was her momentary distraction the opportunity the shooter needed?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"It’s m’fault," (Y/N) sobbed, a new stream of tears falling down her cheeks as she let the waterworks go.  Despite the pain in her shoulder, she pulled her hand up to cover her mouth, quieting her whimpers as everything crashed down around her. "I wasn’t payin’ attention.  I got distracted, oh, my god.  It’s my fault Fangs got shot, I -- "

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"No, no, (Y/N)." Sweet Pea rushed, leaning closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers. "Baby, it’s not your fault.  Don’t even think that, please."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) blubbered, her throat feeling tight as she cried.  She couldn’t hold it in anymore, as much as she tried.  Finally, she let out a loud sob, her breath catching in her throat.  Sweet Pea wanted to console her, but her emotions were too far gone to be reigned by his gentle words and soft touches.  (Y/N) felt her heart squeeze, and then, almost as if it were out of a movie, she swore she felt it crack.  Fangs could die, and it was her fault.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"(Y/N), please, it’s not your fault." Sweet Pea pleaded, his forehead falling, so it rested on her shoulder.  (Y/N) could feel his body shake with his own tears, and she cried even harder, knowing that she was the cause of them.  She wasn’t sure how, but she gathered enough strength to tangle her hand into his dark hair, holding him against her as they cried together.  Sweet Pea’s arms wrapped around her body, holding her close to him as he fought to get control of his feelings.  (Y/N) tightened her fingers through his locks, her other hand curling around his bicep as she tried to calm down, knowing that she would feel worse the longer she cried.  She hated seeing Sweet Pea cry.  Her body filled with a need to help him, and she forced herself to stop crying so she could try to replace his sadness with something else.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Sweets," (Y/N) quietly said, her voice still full of unshed tears, but she pushed past them.  Her nails gently scratched his scalp before she started to pull his head from her shoulder, forcing him to look at her.  His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks tear-stained, and she knew she looked the same, if not worse.  (Y/N) cleared her throat, her chin wobbly as her gaze bounced between his eyes.  She took a deep breath, her head shaking as she ignored the pain shooting up her spine. "I’m sorry, Sweet Pea."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea shook his head, his thumbs running absentminded circles over her waist. "You don’t have anything to be sorry about, (Y/N).  I’m just so glad you’re alright.  I don’t know what I would’ve done if you -- "

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Hey, don’t go there." (Y/N) softly said, the hand around his bicep giving him a squeeze of reassurance.  He simply nodded, his bottom lip quivering as he tried to push away the thoughts of what could have happened.  (Y/N)’s heart swelled despite the guilt pulling it toward the pit of her stomach.  Tears formed on her waterline again, and her brows scrunched as a sad smile spread across her lips. "I’m okay.  We’re okay."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sniffled and nodded again, sitting back on his heels as he let his hand run over her stomach.  His eyes focused on his hands, and (Y/N) could almost feel the love pouring from his gaze as he came to terms that she and their child were okay.  Her smile fell slightly as she watched his hands, finally seeing the reddish brown stain of blood coating his hands.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Sweet Pea, oh, my god.  Your hands -- " (Y/N) breathed, trying to push herself up, but the moment she moved her torso, her abdomen clenched in pain.  She hissed, a groan of anguish falling from her lips as she collapsed again against the sofa.  Sweet Pea immediately surged forward, worries tumbling from his mouth as the temporary peace diminished.  Toni scooted closer to (Y/N)’s body, her tiny hand pressing against (Y/N)’s stomach in concern.  (Y/N) had almost forgotten that Toni was there; she had been silently watching the couple, just as she always did.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"(Y/N)?" Toni asked, her voice tense in her throat as her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "(Y/N), what’s wrong?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"T-the baby," (Y/N) gasped, resisting the urge to recoil in on herself.  (Y/N) swore that her stomach was starting to cramp, worse than any period pain she’d ever experienced.  That wasn’t supposed to happen, not while she was pregnant.  Something was wrong. "Oh, my god, it hurts!  Something’s wrong with the baby."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"Toni, go get Lucinda’s car.  Now!" Sweet Pea snapped, muttering quiet apologies as he looped his arms around (Y/N)’s back and under her knees to pull her from the sofa.  (Y/N) howled in pain, her hands clutching Sweet Pea’s jacket so tightly that her knuckles immediately turned white.  Toni leaped from the couch, bolting toward the front door to ask (Y/N)’s neighbor for her car as Sweet Pea tried to gently carry her from the trailer.  Fresh tears trailed down (Y/N)’s cheeks as Sweet Pea carried her down the stairs and settled into the backseat of Lucinda’s car.  Toni wasted no time making sure they were settled before she pulled out of the trailer park, trying her hardest to drive smoothly as she rushed to the hospital.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It all happened so fast.  Sweet Pea carried (Y/N) into the hospital, shouting for help, and then she was whisked away on a gurney.  The pain was becoming too much, overwhelming (Y/N) to the point that she was fading in and out of consciousness.  She didn’t know how long it took or what tests or procedures they did, but she eventually woke up in a small hospital room, only a curtain separating her from another bed with Sweet Pea and Toni sitting at her bedside.  Well, Toni was beside her, holding her hand and watching her so she’d know when she woke up, but Sweet Pea couldn’t keep still.  He was pacing again, his fists clenched into fists at his sides as he waited for (Y/N) to wake up.  The doctor had already told him what happened, that they were too late.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) was groggy, but she was feeling much better now that she was at the hospital.  Of course, she knew she was doped up on painkillers she’d never be able to pronounce.  Still, it was a welcome change from the neverending pain coursing through her body just an hour before.  She groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position, earning Sweet Pea’s attention.  (Y/N) expected him to rush to her side, sit on the edge of the hospital bed, hold her hands, and tell her everything was alright.  But he remained standing at the edge of the bed, and (Y/N)’s heart fell.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nervously glanced between Toni and Sweet Pea, her trembling voice caught in her throat as she quietly asked, "Is he okay?  Is the baby okay?"

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s jaw locked, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the angry words he wanted to say, and he glanced to the side as if he couldn’t bear the sight of the girl in the bed.  (Y/N)’s hands shook, her fingers picking on the skin surrounding her nails.  She knew right then: He wasn’t.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"No," (Y/N) sobbed, her voice cracking as she gripped the thin blanket covering her legs.  Her face twisted into pure agony, her eyes stung with tears, and her throat felt so dry it hurt.  Her hands splayed across her stomach, her gaze locked on Sweet Pea. "Sweets, please, tell me he’s okay."

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was silent, and his entire body vibrated with silent anger.  His dark eyes found (Y/N)’s, filled entirely with fire that (Y/N) had never seen from him.  She had seen him angry so many times; it was almost his default emotion when she wasn’t around, but this was different.  This was pure fury, something so twisted that (Y/N) couldn’t make sense of it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"I can’t.  He’s gone." Sweet Pea finally said, his voice dangerously calm.  A chill ran down (Y/N)’s back, and she doubled over, her knees pulled to her chest as her head fell to rest on them.  A heartbreaking wail left her lips, echoing through the silent room and resounding in her ears.  Her baby was gone.  She lost him.  They hadn’t discovered the gender yet, that milestone was almost two months out, but now they never would.  Deep down, she knew it was a boy; she knew that he would have grown to share his father’s beautiful dark brown eyes and mischievous grin.  But now, she’d never see it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s entire body started to shudder with deep sobs.  Her heart was in her throat, choking her with her emotions and making it impossible for her to breathe.  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to convince herself that this was a horrible nightmare she could wake up from.  This couldn’t be real.  It just couldn’t be.  She’d open her eyes and be on the sofa with Sweet Pea, reruns of The Matchlerette playing on the television as Sweet Pea slept soundly under her.  But, she knew that it wasn’t a nightmare when the door slammed shut so forcefully that the medical equipment behind her bed rattled, pulling her from the delusion with a sickening cry.  (Y/N) buried her face in her hands, crying even harder, realizing that Sweet Pea had left her alone to come to terms with the fact that she had lost her baby.  He left her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s tears worsened when she felt Toni carefully settle onto the bed beside her, her arms tightly wrapping around her shoulders and her forehead resting on her shoulder as she whispered apologies in her ear.  The sound of (Y/N)’s devastated sobs was the only thing that could be heard in the small room; they were all that (Y/N) could focus on.  Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, a constant reminder that she hadn’t lost hers, but her son had.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Hi everyone! I am so excited to get this mini series out for you all to read! It took me a lot longer than I want to admit to find the inspo to write this, but once it hit, I couldn't stop. I've already got Part 2 and most of Part 3 done. This will only be four parts, so I'm already almost done omg. The next part is from Sweet Pea's POV, and holy hell that was so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoy this, I had so, so much fun writing it! I'd love to hear what you all think of it! I love you all! &lt;3

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[bumblesimagines]

Holiday Spirit

Request: Yes or No

Christmas lights (the small tiny ones you put on trees and shit) make my eyes water so I hate looking at them

As corny and cliche as it sounded, you loved Christmas. The cold, the snow, the warm drinks, rosy cheeks, presents, families coming together. You loved it all. Every year, you bought cards for your teachers. It put a smile on their faces and it filled you with warmth. Jug, Betty, Ronnie, and Archie already knew of your antics but this would be the first Christmas with Serpents in Riverdale and you wanted to make them feel the spirit of Christmas.

"Hey, Margaret!" You greeted the front desk lady, handing her a cup of coffee. The elderly lady was half asleep at her desk.

"Morning, (Y/N)." She mumbled, taking the cup. You chuckled, shaking your head before snatching the tape of her desk and going off into the halls. Most teachers hadn't even arrived at the school yet. You knew Arch, Ronnie, Jug, and Betty's locker combinations so you put their presents in there before finding the Serpents lockers and taping candy canes and sticky notes to them. Early birds started to appear so you gave them candy canes and other things. They smiled, already used to it and nodded. Eventually, everyone started to pile in. You watched as they opened their lockers and shared knowing smiles. You quickly went off to find the Serpents and watched them. Some were confused until they read the note. Most of them seemed happy, sharing what the notes read and munching on the candy. You went over to Toni, Fangs, and Sweets, smiling and nodding to the Serpents to thanked you.

"This was really sweet of you, (N/N)." Toni said, unwrapping her candy cane. Fangs and Sweets nodded in agreement.

"I know, I'm the best." You replied playfully causing Fangs and Toni to chuckle while Sweets grinned.

"Which is why I got you tickets to a basketball game."

"What?" They stared at you, not quite believing it. You slid the tickets out of your pocket, grinning. A huff escaped your body when they hugged you, squeezing tightly.

"Okay, okay, no need to break my back." You wheezed out. They laughed, pulling back.

"Anyway, I gotta go check on the others, see you around!" You handed the tickets to Toni before dashing ha off. You couldn't wait for Christmas Eve. It was tradition for you and your friends to open gifts since you wouldn't be together on Christmas.

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[weelittleweasley]

Not My Jacket | Serpents x Platonic!Reader

Prompt requested by anon: After wearing Jughead’s Serpent jacket to school one day, you find yourself in a sticky situation...

Warnings: strong language

Cold leather--the touch, the smell, the feel. One of the many things that made you happy to be a South Side kid. If you lived on the North Side, you would have never been exposed to this. In fact, it would be highly frowned upon, dare to say shunned. But for you, the South Side was life. Home.

The South Side was home to a few gangs, most well known, the South Side Serpents. You weren’t a Serpent, you’re mother would have killed you herself if she found out you were getting involved with a gang. She thought it was bad enough you grew up here. But you did have one friend who was recently initiated as a Serpent, Jughead Jones. Jones all of a sudden decided now was his time to follow in his father’s footsteps, taking his rightful throne of Serpent Prince. You made fun of him for it for a little while, that was until he actually followed through with his plans and scored a kick ass leather jacket.

Jughead was the only Serpent of your friends, all of the others were plain Jane South Side kids. Of course, Jughead started to hang out with your friend group less after his initiation into the South Side Serpents and him scoring a girlfriend. You didn’t mind, not at all. Jones was a friend; you wanted him to do what made him happy. If the Serpents and his North Side chic fulfilled that, then by all means he should continue.

One night, at Jug’s place, you sat on his couch, trying to persuade him as he stood in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. “For the last time Y/N, no,” he demands as you groan and stomp your feet on his carpet.

“Why the fuck not?” you ask. “Just once. I won’t damage it. I’ll keep it in the best condition. Scouts honor!”

Jughead stares at you, “You weren’t a scout.” You roll your eyes, yelling that it’s a metaphor. “Look, Y/N. You know I love you, but you cannot borrow the jacket. Serpents do not take off their skins,” he says before taking a bite of his poorly made sandwich that basically falls apart after he takes one bite. That doesn’t stop him from devouring it.

You lift a brow, “Not even to sleep?” Jug rolls his eyes, yelling back at you that it’s a metaphor. “Juggie, you know that I will not to anything to the jacket. Just let me wear it once and I will give it back to you at the end of the school day. I promise. If I do any damage to it, I promise you that I will buy you Pop’s for a month. No excuse,” you try to bribe. He thinks about it for a second before sighing and slipping the jacket off of his body and into your hands. “Yes, thank you so much, Jug,” you hug him tightly. “It will go unharmed. I promise.”

You strolled into school the next day, sporting Jughead’s Serpent jacket on your back as people glanced at you. They knew you weren’t a Serpent, but why did you trek around wearing their jacket and pretending you were one of them? Because it was your dream to be one of them, but you never had the chance to. But today, God damn it, you were gonna act like a Serpent and you were not gonna give a damn who cared. It was a bad day to do so. 

The first period bell of South Side High sounded, signaling the five minute warning before first period started. As you trotted to your locker, you noticed Jug pass by you, stopping to check you out. “Happy?” he asks with a smile as you nod back, a bright smile plastered on your face. “Good. I want it back by 3pm. No later.” Jug leaves you behind as he walks further down the hall. You watch as a bright red headed kid runs into the building, calling Jughead’s name as you furrow your brows.

The boy looked familiar, you saw him with Jughead maybe once or twice before. He was a North Side kid, a Bulldog to be exact. That Andrews kid. Whatever he wanted with Jughead seemed urgents as Jug’s face contorted into confusion and worry. Jughead started to call out names, anxiety laced in his voice, as your heart rate started to pick up. What was happening? “Jug?” you ask, walking down the hall as you see South Side kids running down the hall.

When you turn around, you see Mayor McCoy and Sheriff Keller and a bunch of other officers with police dogs raiding you high school. A million thoughts crowded in your mind at once. You didn’t know whether or not to run or to stand still. Either one would get you in trouble.

Silently, you watched as Serpents were being thrown up against lockers, being handcuffed one by one. Finally, you realized what you were wearing on your body that day and knew that you were next. Without warning, you were shoved up against a locker, cold metal against your wrists. “Wait, what is going on?” you ask the officer.

“South Side High is under investigation for drug cartel under a dealer named the Sugar Man. All suspects and other violators are being taken under custody for further investigation. That includes you, Serpent,” he says, referring to your jacket.

You wanted to scream then and there that you weren’t one of them. You were not a Serpent and you were completely innocent. In fact, you had never even heard of the drug cartel being traced back to South Side High. But you didn’t say anything, you remained silent, being transported away by a cop car to the station. Shit...Jughead is gonna kill me.

When you arrived at the station, you walked down the winding hallway, an officer about three steps behind you, guiding you to a holding cell. You knew once you got there, there would be other Serpents completely confused as to why you were in there.

And you were right, As the officer closed the cell door behind you, three other Serpents sat, raking their eyes up and down your body. “You’re not a Serpent,” the girl speaks up first. 

“No shit,” you puff out, sitting on the cold concrete floor. This is not how you pictured spending your Friday afternoon. 

The cell is silent before the tall, raven haired kid speaks. “How the hell did you manage to snag a jacket?” he asks, his voice venomous. Why? You didn’t know. He was probably just pissed off that he had been sitting in here for an hour with no explanation. 

Leaning back against the cell wall, you explain, “Jughead Jones. You know him?” you ask as they all shake their heads, the girl smiling. She was fond of him, you could tell. “It’s his jacket. He gave it to me to wear today. I’m surprised he agreed to let me wear it,” you confess, playing with the zipper.

The raven haired kid speaks again, “So you just wanted to wear the jacket for fun?” You shake your head as he scoffs. “The fuck?”

The other guy sitting next to him slaps his hair, “Be nice, Pea. There is no reason to be an asshat.” At least this guy was somewhat considerate.

“There is plenty a reason to act like an asshat, Fangs. We’re fucking locked in this cell because of something we didn’t do. It’s bullshit!” he calls out the last part, hoping an officer would hear him. Of course, no luck. He turns to you, inspecting you once more. “Sweet Pea,” he introduces himself. “Fangs,” he gestures to the kid on his right. “Toni,” he gestures to his left.

You smile and nod your head, “Y/N.”

The cell is achingly silent, none of you having any inclination to speak. That is until Toni says, “How do you know, Jones?” You explain to her about how you met in school the day after he transferred to South Side High. You had only known him for a few months, but you guys hit it off pretty quickly. Toni smiles, “Jones is a good kid. Good heart. That’s what makes him different from the rest of us.” She looks around at the cell to her two other friends.

Before you can ask what that means, you hear the jingling of keys and then a lock unlock. “Alright, Y/N, you are free to go. The rest of you are as well, but you have to stay a little while longer for some questioning,” Sheriff Keller announces as you mentally sigh. Thank Jesus.

“Woah, so she can scram, but we gotta stay extra?” Sweets asks menacingly as Toni slaps his chest. He probably got that a lot. Sheriff Keller explains that you weren’t a real Serpent, therefore no questioning was required for you. He then informs you all that someone bailed you out and the first plausible answer is Jughead. Great.

You walk down the hall, and there you see him, hands tucked away in his pockets as he shakes his head. “I give you the jacket once and look at what happens!” he exclaims as you roll your head. “The others should be fine. Don’t worry about them. It’s not their first rodeo,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders as you laugh. “I hope they didn’t bother you. Sweets can rub people the wrong way sometimes.”

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, they were fine. The Toni chic was cute. Very sweet. So were the other. Sweet Pea seemed a little angry though.”

Jughead laughs, “That’s Pea. But now let’s talk business. You owe me some Pop’s...”

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[strangerlucysfics]

Highschool Sweethearts part 1

Sweet pea x FEM!Reader

None of the character are mine!

None of the gifs are mine!

Warnings- bad writing?

It was a cool October morning. Your first day of school. At Southside high. You have always lives on the

Southside. It wasn't anything new to you. However, you've also never gone to a REAL school before. You had been homeschool for as long as you could remember. So this was going to be a VERY eventful day.

You stepped out of your trailer in your tall boots, blue jeans, and maroon crop top with your signature (H/C) hair, with newly colored tips of purple, pulled back into a loose braid.

You walked to the trailer nextdoor and nocked on the door 3 times. With a warm smile your friend jughead jones opened the door. Fixing his signature beanie and stuffing his face with the last of his breakfast sandwich he stumbled out the door.

"Hello (Y/N)! You ready for our first day of south side high?" He asked as he swallowed his mouthful of egg and cheese biscuit.

Jughead had transfered to south side high and was starting today. It was nice to know you wouldn't be the only new kid but jughead still had an upper hand compared to you. Given the face you've never been to a school before. Let alone the one with a high drug rate and gangs.

You two walked to school talking about anything and everything but mostly about how much of a change it was for the both of you. As you arrived at the school you both walked down the halls in search of your classes.

"I have room 127 for english. How about you jug?" You asked your friend, looking up from the floor for the first time sence you had entered the school.

You had to admit this was scary. Going to a school for the first time- and in the middle of junior year at that. It was definitely intimidating. Especially sence you've passes at lease 3 drug circles sence you entered.

"Oh darn I have room 263 for History first period. I better head upstairs mouse!" You jokingly glared at your nickname. (Given to you because of how you sqweeked when you where scared)

Before you could protest however, jughead was speeding away up a flight of stairs. You looked around nervously, having no sence of where your class was.

You faintly met the eyes of a pretty girl with brown and pink hair but quickly looked back to your gray boots trying to avoid talking to new people.

"Hey are you new here?" The girl asked, walking in your direction with a friendly smile. "I'm Toni! You are?"

"I- um- (Y/N)." You looked up and forced an acward smile. She seemed friendly but your anxiety was getting the best of you.

"Princess is something on your mind?" A tall boy of whom Toni was talking to before seeing you sneered looking you up and down.

"Oh shut up Sweet Pea. Give the girl a break." Toni retorted. Looking back at you "Sorry about him. He's a big softy once you get to know him."

You look up and smile faintly, "really? Him?" You questioned looking up a little more confedent. "Seems like he's just a guy with misdirected emotional issues." You sate with a shrug.

Toni and the other boy laugh at your bluntness and Sweet Peas eyes go wide as you half smile at him looking inescent, completely unfazed.

He composed himself and punches the other boy in the arm.

"Ow! I didn't do anything Pea!"

"Shut up fangs. I didn't hit you hard."

Toni stopped laughing and looked at Sweet Pea glaring slightly, "Ok ok. Before you wrongly kill fangs let's see where (Y/N) needs to go." Toni says looking back at you.

"I- oh! My first class is in room 127." You state looking at them helplessly, having no clue where to go.

"Umm- I don't have that class I think it's by-" Toni starts but is cut off.

"I have that class first period. Let's go princess." Sweet pea states gesturing for you to follow him as he begins to walk down the hall.

You quickly stumble after him catching up to him at the door of your class.

He looks you up and down with an unreadable expression.

"uh- thanks." You say acwardly, smiling a little.

"Princess? You got a boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen at his forwardness and blush slightly, "I- no. Why?" You look at him puzzled, still blushing slightly.

Sweet peas blank expression changes to a smirk as his eyes meet your, "Good. Common in princess, I have the best spot in the class."

You follow him to a desk in the back of the class, he sits down and leans back against a filing cabinet next to his desk as you sit in the desk in front of him.

The is the same routine for a couple weeks. Just you and pea walking to classes together. Him flirting like he does to most pretty girls. But with you, it was different. You just didn't know it yet...

That was until about a month after you came to southside high. You and Sweets became good friends, sane for you and fangs and Toni.

However this particular first period class was more... Eventful.

As the class goes on the teachers goes on about The Raven. And old story you've read many times. You zone out ignoring the lesson as you suddenly are snapped out of you thoughts as you feel warm breathing on the back of your neck near your left ear.

"So princess, no man, new school..." Sweet pea whispers into your ear, his low husky voice mixed with the things he was saying made you start blushing madly.

He paused and kissed just behind your ear, "You under stand what I'm implying right baby girl?"

And blushed more at his nickname for you and turned around slightly to face him and nod yes.

He smirked at your blush, "Aww did I make you blush princess?" He asked being extra cocky, bringing his hand to cup your face as you look into his beautiful eyes and he deeply looks into yours.

"Be mind baby doll?" He asked lowly as his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

You continued to blush as you shakely reply, "Ofcorse Sweets"

He smiles as kisses you cheek and you melt under his touch.

"Wonderful." He said smiling as the bell rang.

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[freelancearsonist]

Humbled

Blue Jones x fem!Reader

Rated MA for graphic sexual content and use of language

4,321 words

A/N: So... yeah. This is a thing. It’s probably just complete trash, but I’m starting to realize that I have a kink for topping very dominant characters 👀 As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated! :)

You’re a tough puzzle to solve, but Blue’s never one to back away from a challenge.

The problem is, no matter how hard he tries—no matter how much time he spends pondering the situation until his head hurts—he can’t figure out a single way to get you in his orbit. You know each other in passing. But you’re a nurse, and he’s an orderly. If anything, you have more power than he does.

Things are a little different on the flip side, though.

When he’s in charge, he’s your employer. Technically. But he owns you in a very different way than he owns the rest of the girls, and that’s what has him so thoroughly stumped.

You’re not a dancer. You’re not a hooker. You’re not even a cocktease (not officially, anyway, although the amount of times you’ve been on his mind late at night would suggest otherwise).

You’re just a nurse. You take care of the girls when they get sick, when a client gets a little too rough, or when Blue needs to teach a lesson. You clean up other people’s messes.

And because you look after them—because you care—they trust you. You’ve become something of an inspiration to the girls; a reassuring shoulder to cry on when things seem too difficult to endure.

And because they trust you, because they know that you have their best interests in mind first and foremost, they tell you about their plan of escape.

You know there’s no escape. Not for you. But you also know there’s a good chance that they can make it.

Baby’s plan is clear. There’s no margin for error. Sweet Pea’s instruction is clear, as well. If Blue catches wind, it’s off. No ifs, ands, or buts.

The thing about Blue is that nothing gets past him. He has eyes and ears everywhere. He keeps a tight ship.

So when he starts sniffing around, Sweet Pea calls it off. Says it’s time for the whole thing to end. That it’s better to quit while they’re ahead and alive.

You beg them not to give up. That there’s still plenty of hope to be had.

And there is. Because you know how Blue looks at you, and you know you’ll be a far better distraction to him than Baby’s dancing—although the way she moves is ethereal.

You should be terrified. You know what Blue’s capable of—you’ve seen it first hand. You’ve repaired the damage he causes for far too long.

But when you brush against him in the hallway and ask for him to meet you in the last room on the left—the cleanest of all the ‘pleasure rooms’—you’re anything but terrified. You exude confidence, and it helps make Blue’s pants just that little bit tighter. He’s under the assumption that he’s going to get to knock the bratty air right out of you. He couldn’t be any more wrong.

You sit patiently on the edge of the bed, knowing full well that he won’t be able to resist your invitation. That’s Blue’s biggest weakness—he’s a slave to his own lust. He can’t say no when pleasure is involved.

He wears a blood red button-up tucked into gray trousers, his black tie loose around his neck. His pants are tight, and you have to remind yourself that this isn’t why you’re here. You’re here to take him out of play for a little bit. To keep him occupied while the girls do what they have to do. You have to stay vigilant. If you cave to your own desires, you’ll put the entire plan in jeopardy.

“Look at you, Dollface,” he coos as he shuts the door behind him. His eyes skim appreciatively over your figure, adorned in a simple and skimpy black dress. Nicer than what he’s used to seeing you in, yet still practical. “All done up. Finally ready to give yourself over to me?”

So arrogant. You have to bite back a laugh at how sure he is of himself.

“Yes, sir,” you purr, batting your eyelashes up at him.

He growls, eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer. “I’ve been tryin’ to get my hands on you since you first stepped your pretty little self into this place. Never figured out how.”

Your hands slowly trail up your dress, to the top button. He grunts as you flick it open.

“Well, now’s your chance,” you grin, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He practically pounces, somehow still managing to be gentle as he pushes you back and pins your hands over your head.

And this is the perfect position, because you can reach the handcuffs you left on the pillow and loop them around his wrists before his lips even come into contact with yours.

It happens so fast that it nearly takes his breath away. You tighten the cuffs and push him over onto his back, and your weight on his hips as you secure his hands to the headboard turns him on more than it should.

“What—” he cuts himself off, so thoroughly confused as you push yourself away and stand up.

“C’mon, Blue,” you laugh softly. “You didn’t seriously think that was going to happen, did you? You’re sick. You hurt people. I don’t want you.”

Maybe you can lie to him, but you certainly can’t lie to yourself. Seeing the way his muscles strain against his tight clothes with his arms over his head, in prime position to take anything you want to give to him? You’re soaked. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

Blue’s no idiot, though. He knows. You’re oozing pheromones—he can practically smell your arousal.

And he smiles. He smiles, because he thinks he’s won. “Yeah? You like this, don’t you? You like makin’ your little power move? Like seein’ me tied up?”

He seems to be enjoying this, which you definitely didn’t expect. From all the stories you’ve heard, he’s a toxic dominant type. From what you know of his personality, he shouldn’t look so pleased to be restrained.

“Well, one of us is certainly enjoying it,” you laugh softly, your eyes flickering down to the tent in his pants. He’s hard and lusting for you, and you don’t know how you ever thought you’d be able to resist putting him in his place.

“You are, aren’t you?” You laugh softly, tauntingly. “You like being tied up. You’re getting all worked up for me.”

He practically growls, shifting his legs in search of some kind of relief. But there’s none to be found—not without your touch.

You let your eyes drag over him; perfectly-styled hair, beautiful dark eyes, pristinely trimmed mustache, full lips, corded neck, broad shoulders, sturdy chest, wide hips, muscular thighs, long calves. There’s seemingly miles and miles of Blue for you to touch and kiss and tease. You want to get your hands on every inch of him.

It’s wrong. You shouldn’t lay a finger on him. Your job in this part of the plan is to tie him up, administer a very light dosage of benzodiazepines, then reassure him that he fell and hit his head or something when he wakes up.

But there’s room for error there. If the dosage is too much or not enough, it could ruin everything. Not to mention that the story you’ll have to spin is incredibly flimsy.

If you fuck him, though, it gives an air-tight reason for the two of you to be in here. It distracts him from everything else without you having to lie about a blackout in his memory.

So really, giving in to your lust is the best option. It’s the most beneficial course of action.

“You look good like this,” you coo, taking a step closer. Blue involuntarily licks his lips as his dark eyes meet yours.

“Yeah? You gettin’ wet from this?” He chuckles. You can tell he’s trying as hard as he can to gain and maintain the upper hand, but there’s no way you’re allowing that.

You tut disapprovingly as you reach the edge of the mattress. “Hot talk for the guy handcuffed to the headboard.”

“C’mon,” he growls dangerously, his hips rocking upwards. “Don’t make me wait, Dollface.”

You just smile maliciously as your fingers brush over his clothed calf. “It doesn’t really look to me like you’re in a position to be calling the shots, Blue.”

The way you enunciate the single syllable of his name has a shiver rolling down his spine, and you take pride in the way his muscles contract. He wants you. You hold all the power—and not just because he’s restrained.

You’ve hardly touched him. You haven’t even kissed him. Yet he’s willing to swear his entire life over to you—about ready to burst straight through the seam of his expensive trousers.

“So hard for me already,” you coo. He gulps involuntarily as you crawl onto the mattress, hovering too far above him to provide any relief. “I haven’t touched you yet.”

“I wish you would,” he hums. His eyes set determinedly, and you can tell that he isn’t going to break easily. His ego is his most valued virtue, and it won’t be easy to strip that away.

You shake your head, leaning down so your nose just barely brushes against his. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

“What do you need from me?”

He’s always thinking three steps ahead. Always calculating what he needs to offer for what he wants to get.

This isn’t that kind of exchange, though.

You hum thoughtfully as you trail your fingertips over his soft, thin mustache. “I think you need to realize that you’re not in control.”

He scoffs at that, but he shifts slightly. The idea of yielding power makes him uncomfortable. “I’m always in control.”

“Not tonight.”

He gulps again, but he doesn’t say anything. Maybe he’s not used to this new role that he’s suddenly being shown, but he’s certainly a quick learner. And perhaps he’s familiar with the rules because he’s so often forced girls into the situation that he now occupies. He knows how to please you because he knows how he likes to be pleased.

“What are you going to do to me?” He doesn’t sound afraid—merely interested. Hopeful.

“Everything you want,” you tell him, delighting in the way his eyes flutter closed as you trail your open mouth down his nose. “If you’re good, that is.”

He grunts when you shift your weight, setting yourself over his stomach so you can run your hands over his chest. You’re still seated too far away from his aching cock to provide any friction, and it’s maddening.

“Have I been good so far?”

Your fingers slowly brush over his lips, and he has the strange urge to take them into his mouth. To show you just how much he wants you to claim him.

“Actually, you’ve been a bit of a brat.”

You loosen his tie and carefully pull it over his head. “You’ve been arrogant. Over-confident. You’ve back-talked.”

His eyebrows furrow together a little more with each accusation. Clearly, he figured that you would give in to him easily. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I wouldn’t say you’ve earned anything,” you continue even as you flick open the top button of his shirt. “Not yet, anyway.”

He’s so close. Just a little bit more encouragement, and he’ll be right where you want him.

So you do the best thing you can think of. You overwhelm his senses by sliding your hands over his chest and pressing your lips to his.

The pace of the first kiss isn’t nearly what Blue wants it to be. He’s perfectly fine with rushing in headfirst and taking everything quickly. But this kiss is slow and deep—probing. You’re mapping his mouth; running your tongue over every dip and contour to memorize the feel of him. And he submits willingly; no use in resisting any longer. Not when you’re starting to give him what he wants.

And then you pull back, and he groans at the loss. His eyes are dark and hooded—you’ve gotten under his skin. You’ve penetrated his resolve. All that’s left of him is pure want and carnal instinct. 

“I want you to ask nicely for me to fuck you,” you whisper, your lips just barely grazing against his. “C’mon. I know you know how. You make all the other girls beg for your cock. So do it. Beg for my pussy.”

This is humiliating, and you love it. He loves it too, normally—when he’s not on the receiving end. But he’s slowly starting to realize that the way you speak down to him is only making his heart beat faster and his cock throb harder. You’ve knocked him down a thousand pegs, and it’s absolutely thrilling.

“Please.” It’s a gruff single syllable, and he’s stupid to think that it’ll be enough.

“Uh-uh,” you tut, running your fingertips over his thin mustache. “No easy way out. You can do better than that. Tell me how much you need me or I’ll leave you wanting.”

“Please,” he repeats, dark eyes shining with need. “Please, I need you to fuck me. Need you to make me feel good. I need you.”

He’s certainly asking nicely, and the way he’s writhing underneath you has your clit pulsing. Maybe you’re better at concealing your desire, but you need him just as much as he needs you.

So you lean down and kiss him again, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip and pulling a groan from him. Your fingers make quick work of the buttons of his shirt and you pull it wide open before leaning back to admire all of the new skin revealed to you.

He practically whines as you ghost your fingertips over his chest, tracing every ridge and contour of muscle. And then your nails scrape just barely over his nipples, and he actually does whine.

“You like that?” You grin proudly, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Mmm, you look good like this.”

“Please,” he gasps, his jaw clenched as he tries his hardest to keep some semblance of pride about him. “Don’t tease.”

“It’s so fun to watch you squirm, though,” you taunt as you shift to the side. He watches with wide eyes as you start unbuttoning your dress. “So needy, tied up for me like this. You sure you want this?”

“More than anything,” he pants, swallowing thickly as your chest comes into view.

You stand up to let the fabric slide off of your shoulders, and he lets out a low groan.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hidin’ all that under scrubs.”

You smile proudly at the way his eyes darken—at the way his cock twitches when your arms reach behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Like what you see?” 

He nods eagerly, eyes roving over every inch of you. There’s not a single part of you that he wouldn’t kill to get his hands on. He’s taken lives for much less.

With only your panties remaining, you crawl back over him and dip to kiss him once more. “What do you want?”

He grunts and pushes his hips up, then second-guesses himself.

“Wanna taste you,” he announces, straining against the handcuffs. The urge to touch you is overwhelming, and the fact that he’s restrained just makes every other sensation sharper and more intense.

“Yeah?” You smile excitedly. “Want me to sit on that pretty face of yours?”

He nods again, grunting as you run your fingers through his neatly styled hair. He looks so good with his hair slightly mussed up, shirt pulled open and pants tented. And it’s all because of you. You feel like a god.

“Okay,” you sigh happily. “You take care of me, then I’ll take care of your cock. Sound good?”

“C’mon,” he urges you, nodding his agreement. “I need something. Anything.”

You suppose that’s fair—he’s already been so patient and good for you. So, as you shift aside to work your underwear down your legs, you let your leg gently brush against his firm cock. He groans at the slight pressure, bucking towards you even as you move away.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he mumbles, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watches you remove your last article of clothing. “Wanna be buried in you so bad. Bet you have such a nice, tight cunt.”

You just grin wickedly as you kick off your underwear. “Be good and you’ll find out.”

He strains against the handcuffs once again as you level yourself over his face, desperately trying to dive forward towards your soaked heat.

He wastes no time once you’re close enough, his thin mustache providing a strange yet pleasurable friction as he eagerly laps at your folds.

“Fuck!” You sigh, rocking your hips against his shapely chin as he kitten licks at your clit. “You’ve got a sinful little mouth on you, huh?”

He moans eagerly against you, and the vibration goes straight up your spine.

“You taste so good. I’ve wanted to eat your pussy for so long,” he murmurs, then dives back in quickly. His nose keeps constant pressure on your clit as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you.

He delights in the moan you let out as he fucks you with his tongue. He can’t even be bothered to care that you’re practically smothering him—he’d suffocate himself in your pussy a hundred times over just to keep your taste in his mouth.

“Shit,” you gasp as you feel the familiar coil tightening in your belly. “You’re good at this, baby.”

He shivers a little bit at the pet name—he uses them rather frequently, but he’s always been “Blue” or “Mr. Jones”. And occasionally “daddy”. Never before has he been “baby”. He likes it.

“You like eating my pussy?” Your hand slowly slides down, over your chest and your stomach, and tangles into his short hair. He grunts at the feeling and nods in answer to your question.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he growls, nipping at your clit. It sends a jolt straight through you, and you have to brace yourself on either side of his bound arms so you don’t fall right over. “Best I’ve ever tasted.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help smiling as you throw your head back. You’re close. Just a little more pressure, and—

Blue’s strangely in touch with your body, apparently, because he knows exactly what you need to reach your release. He takes his tongue from your dripping core and swipes it over your clit, giving you as much pressure as he possibly can.

You practically rattle apart as your orgasm washes through you, and it doesn’t help that Blue isn’t letting up even a little bit. He keeps tongue fucking you through your bliss, eager to please and simultaneously enraptured by the sounds you make and the way you grind into his greedy mouth.

You pull away when the sensations become too much, and strangely enough Blue finds himself to be the one disappointed by your disappearance from his mouth. He finds himself arching towards you, groaning indignantly when he can’t move beyond raising his head to watch you.

“Fuck,” he growls, watching you with primal lust as you lower yourself down his body. “Please. I need to be inside you. Please let me fill you up. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. Please.”

You smile proudly as you start unbuckling his belt—clearly, he doesn’t need to be instructed to beg for you anymore.

“You’ve been so good for me,” you praise him, and you see him swallow thickly as you undo his button. “I think it’s time I took care of you. Do you think you’ve earned it?”

He grunts again as you brush your knuckles firmly over his clothed length.

“Yes,” he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut when you do it again. “God, yes, I’ve been so good for you. Please make me come.”

You can’t help being amazed at the position you’ve gotten him in. Never before has he been so humbled. Never before has he had to beg. Big Bad Blue has been reduced to a whiny, needy mess for you. If only the girls could see him now. If only everyone could see him. 

You make quick work of his pants, purposefully brushing your hands against him at every opportunity, and he wordlessly raises his hips for you to push them down his thighs. You can’t be bothered to get them off any further—you only need access to his cock, anyway.

And boy, is his cock nice. Long and veiny, nearly perfectly proportioned. You want to take him in your mouth—see how far you can take him down your throat before he starts shaking and panting for you.

But you need him in your cunt even more—your legs are practically quivering with arousal.

“You ready for me?” You ask quietly, dipping down to press your lips firmly to his. He eagerly submits to your kiss; lets you lead even though his instincts scream for him to take control of the action.

“Fuck me,” he growls so firmly that it almost sounds like a command. But you both know better—it’s nothing short of a plea. His ego is stripped away. His arrogance is gone. All that remains is primal instinct—unadulterated need.

He swears as you finally accept him into your warmth, muscles flexing vainly against the constraint of the handcuffs.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans when you seat yourself firmly against his hips. He’s already gasping for air, and this is the first relief you’ve provided him. “God... tight. So fucking... tight.”

“How do I feel, baby?” You laugh softly, your fingertips trailing over his parted lips as he tries to regain his breath.

“So good,” he pants. “So fucking good. Better than anyone I’ve ever had. God, sweetheart... I... I’m not going to last long.”

You suppose you can’t blame him—you’ve done pretty much nothing but tease him this entire time.

You raise up and impale yourself down on him again, and he nearly chokes on his own tongue. “Just try and hold on for me, baby.”

He nods desperately, gulping again as you start to set a quick pace on him.

“You feel good,” you praise, and it sends a flush to his cheeks. “Such a nice cock. You like being used like this?”

“Yes,” he groans, his hips desperately rolling up to chase your movements. “God, yes. Take it from me. Fuck, honey. Shit, I’m all yours.”

You lean down to trail your lips over his corded neck, grinding just perfectly to get constant pressure from his pubic bone on your clit.

“Mmm, so good to me,” you sigh as you pick up your pace a bit. “Letting me use you like this. You’d be such a good little fuck toy, wouldn’t you?”

He groans at the absolute filth coming from your mouth. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m your fuck toy. I want you to come all over my dick. Please. I’ve been so good.”

You almost laugh at the sheer vulnerability he’s been reduced to. But you’re at a loss for words because all of a sudden the pressure’s too much and you’re clamping around his cock like he’s a lifeline.

He feels it, too—tries desperately to rut harder into you because he knows your orgasm will give way to his.

And then your hand slides up his chest and settles over the column of his throat.

He gasps at the slight pressure, and before he can warn you he’s coming undone. He groans long and loud as his cock spasms, filling you to the brim. And then you’re shaking on top of him, your second orgasm burning in your very bones as his release coats your convulsing walls.

“Fuck,” he gasps as you collapse against his chest, your pussy still spasming  around him. “Sweetheart—“

And then you’re lifting off of him, and he groans at the loss of sensation.

He lets his eyes flutter closed as you grab ahold of his strong forearms, prepared for you to release him from his restraints, and then he feels your warmth over his face again.

“C’mon,” you urge him, gently tugging on his hair. “Clean me up, then I’ll let you go.”

“What?” He knows you’re referring to the cum that’s slowly dripping down your thighs, but part of him doesn’t believe it. You really want him to eat his own seed?

“You heard me,” you sigh, looking down at him to make sure it’s actually okay. “You’ve been so good for me, baby. Don’t break your streak now.”

He gulps. This is a venture he’s never taken before. Who really wants to know the taste of their own release?

The first lick is slow, and he nearly flinches away as he catches the small trail that runs down your thigh. It’s somehow salty and sweet at the same time, and he’s more repulsed by the fact that he kind of likes it rather than the actual act of swallowing his own cum.

He drinks eagerly from you, despising himself for enjoying such a revolting act.

At some point while he cleans you up, your hands release him from his restraints. He flexes his stiff arms, then grabs onto your hips and holds you in place until he’s finished the job.

And then he flips you onto your back and presses you firmly into the mattress, his lips rough against yours as he nips at your lips.

“If you so much as breathe a word about this, to anyone, I will kill you.”

You know he will. But that’s not why a shiver runs down your spine.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell,” you laugh softly as he nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck. “And if you ever need to let loose for a while again, you know how to find me.”

THE END

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[auroracalisto]

as fate will have it

request: Can I please request a Sweet Pea x sweet/innocent!fem!reader when soulmates meet, something important to themselves appears on their soulmate’s wrist as a tattoo. So since being a Serpent is so important to Sweet Pea, a Serpent tattoo appears on Y/n’s wrist, and since being loving is so important to Y/n, a heart would appear on Sweet Pea’s wrist. It would be especially cute if Y/n found out that she’s actually FP’s daughter/Jughead’s year younger sister (but was raised by her adoptive parents in the Northside and maybe FP didn’t know that he had another daughter because her birth mom never told him she was pregnant) because she has “Serpent blood” so it’s like it was fate.  Oooo also, I don’t know if this would be good to add to the plot, but it would also be interesting if Y/n’s adoptive parents told her she had to pick between them or FP & Jug, so an it’s us or them type of thing. Y/n picks FP, her birth dad, and her newfound older brother, Jughead, so she would go to live with them in the trailer.  — @kpopgirlbtssvt​

summary: request covers this 

word count: 2.4k words

warnings: rude parents?  adoption (idk if that’s something to trigger, but just to be safe).  being kicked out of home.  it’s also very possible that it’s ooc sweet pea BUT it’s fineeee

author’s notes: i wanted to clarify that it’s been like two years since i last saw the first season riverdale, so some things could be a little off.  the show is wack but i love the characters.  i also might have somewhat gone off from what the request was, and if i went off too much, just let me know and i will write something else!

Your friend quickly took her seat beside you, smiling.  "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" you looked up from your book, slipping a piece of paper in between the old pages.  

She let out a soft giggle.  "Well, uh, I know you don't really care, but everyone else is busy—"

"—is that why you're talking to me?"

"Oh my god, no," she blushed.  "No, sorry, that came out totally insensitive, didn't it?  I just... okay, well, they're closing down the southside."

Your eyes widened a bit.  "What?"

"Yeah.  They're gonna consolidate the schools.  So everyone from the southside will be coming up here.  They're supposed to start coming in today.  You should try to see if anyone is your soulmate," she grinned.  

"Yeah, okay, but you've already found your soulmate," you sighed softly, standing up.  You had hardly touched your lunch at all.  From your book and the mention of your soulmate, you didn't want to touch it.  You wanted to meet your soulmate.  Oh, you wanted to love them like they deserved to be loved.  But here you were, finding it hard to believe that you had a soulmate.  

Your friend just smiled.  "You know I love you, right?"

You rose an eyebrow but you soon returned the smile.  "Yeah, yeah.  I know."

She just smiled before she rushed off, gods only know where.  

You stuffed your book back into your backpack, carrying your tray to empty it.  You needed to stop by your locker before your next class.  

Walking out of the cafeteria, you started towards your lockers.  New faces filled the hallway the farther you walked.  You could feel the anxiety start creeping into your veins, but not because of the southside—you had began to wonder if you would find your soulmate from the people who transferred.  

You sighed softly to yourself as you came to your locker—and you had even been prepared to get into it when you saw a man leaning up against it.  He was tall, his hair was dark, and he had gorgeous brown eyes.  He was talking to a short girl with streaked hair and another guy with equally dark hair.  

You cleared your throat to get the tall guy's attention and your blush only darkened as he looked over at you.  

"Would you mind moving?  You're on top of my locker..."

He stared at you for a moment before he nodded, pushing himself off from the locker.  But before he could move too far, a searing pain took over his wrist.  Just as quickly as it had came, it disappeared.  He quickly looked down at his wrist, only to realize that the same exact thing had happened to you.  And now, you were staring down at a serpent tattoo on your wrist, whereas a heart took its place on his own.  

The girl with streaks in her hair was smiling.  "Uuhhhh," she grabbed a hold of the other boy.  "Have fun," she quickly said, before leading him away.  

You blushed and looked up at the man.  "Uh—"

"—a northsider?" he asked, but he couldn't help his smile from forming.  He was about to tease you, but he couldn't help his happiness.  He finally found his soulmate.  "Do you know how much hell I'm gonna get for this?"

Your blush only darkened.  "I—I, well," you breathed out, but your own smile spread across your face.  "That's exciting.  I still need to get in my locker."  You were buzzing with happiness.  The boy moved out of the way and you quickly got into it, looking up at him.  He was far taller than you.  You couldn't help the grin that showed up.  

"I'm Sweet Pea," he said.  

You blushed.  "That's cute."  He rose his eyebrows.  "I mean—" you let out an awkward laugh.  "My name is [Your name]."

"It's nice to meet you, [Your name]," he blushed a bit.  He just smiled.  He would have said more, but his name was shouted from across the hallway.  He looked at you and bit his lip, before he suddenly grabbed your arm, taking a permanent marker from your locker.  He wrote down his number before he looked up at you and grinned.  "Text me, okay?"

You blushed and nodded, before you watched him leave.   

[]

That night, you were too excited to tell your parents about your day.  You finally found your soulmate.  And he was totally attractive.  And worth your love.  You had decided this just moments after he grabbed your arm to write his number down.  It felt like the stars were aligned, just for you.  Perhaps that's what it felt like when you found your soulmate—like nothing could go wrong.  

But as you walked in to your home, dropping your backpack to the floor, it was dead silent.  You walked into the dining room, seeing your parents sitting there with a couple of papers laying out.  Your mother was close to tears, but your father seemed angry.  He cleared his throat as he saw you.  

"[Your name].  Sit."

You did as you were told, beginning to frown.  You looked at your mom.  "What's going on?"

"[Your name].  Remember how we told you we had adopted you?"

You looked at your dad and nodded.  "Of course.  But that doesn't matter... because you're both my parents.  What's this about?"

"Your mother."  

You quickly looked at her, frowning.  

"Your mother fabricated a couple of papers.  She wanted a baby so badly that she would lie about who you belonged to just so she could have you."

"What?"

"You belong to FP," your dad said, staring down your mother.  You always knew that your father didn't like southsiders, but this was odd.  

"I don't belong to anyone, dad—"

"—don't," he said, frowning at you.  "Your mother decided that it was okay to adopt the child of a gang leader.  She put us in danger.  Your sister.  Your grandparents."

"What—they've never hurt anyone," you frowned at the man.  "Why would she have endangered them if they swear against violence like that—"

"—you'd be surprised," he snorted through his nose.  He clenched his jaws before he handed you the papers.  Before you could grab them, he just dropped them in front of you.  You picked one up, seeing your real birth certificate.  Your birth mother was listed, and then so was your birth father.  Your father was right—FP Jones was listed as your birth father.  

Your face paled and you looked up at him.  "What is this?  What are you trying to tell me?"

"Choose."

"Excuse me?"

"Choose.  The Jones.  Or us."

You looked over at your mother in disbelief.  "What happens if I choose you?"

"We will forbid you from talking with the Jones."

You blinked a couple of times, confusion washing over you.  "But if they're my biological family, I'd like to know them—"

"—if that's the case," your father frowned, "just go and live with them."

You stared at him, feeling your heart beat rushing in your ears.  You quickly got to your feet.  Your mother wasn't defending you.  Your father was kicking you out.  It only took a few moments for you to decide that you would leave.  You quickly rushed to the front door, grabbing your bag.  But not before you had grabbed the papers your father had sat in front of you.  The proof was in the ink—literally.  

You pulled your backpack onto your back, looking down at the papers as you pulled out your phone.  

It had been literal years since you last talked to Jughead Jones.  You had his contact, still.  At least, the one he had whenever the two of you were friends in your seventh grade year.  You began to hope that the stars were aligned for you once more as you clicked on the contact and listened to it ringing.  By the fourth ring, you were prepared to turn your phone off, but you almost gasped as you heard Jughead's voice.  

"Shh," you heard Jughead, before he said hello.  

"Jughead?  Uh, it's [Your name]—"

"—yeah, I have your contact."

"Right," you blushed.  "I, uh," you cleared your throat.  "Do you mind if I swing by your house?  I need to talk to your dad."

You didn't mention the fact that you had just been kicked out of your home.  That could come at a later point in time.  

Jughead blinked a couple of times and he leaned back in his seat.  "Yeah, of course.  When will you be here?"

"In about an hour," you said.  

"Alright.  See you then?"  

With that, he hung up.  He looked over at Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni.  

"Who was that?" Sweet Pea asked.  

"[Your name]."

[] 

You hadn't anticipated the walk to Jughead's house, but you still remembered the way.  It had taken you the full hour to get there from your house.  But you were there.  As you walked up to the trailer, you noticed two motorcycles parked by Jughead's dad's truck.  You walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.  You probably looked a mess—from the walk and from the cold air, you were sure you were as red as the red lipstick you always had stuffed in the bottom of your book bag.  

The door began to open and you quickly greeted Jughead, only stopping short when you realized Sweet Pea had answered.  

He smiled at you.  "Hi."

You began to blush and you smiled.  "Hi..."  

He moved out of the way and let you inside.  FP was in the living room, and he looked over at you, confused.  

"What has it been?" he asked, beginning to smile.  "Three years?"

"Four, sir," you weakly smiled.  

FP took notice and he tilted his head.  Sweet Pea frowned and led you over to sit down.  He looked at the papers in your hands as he sat on the edge of the armchair you sat on.  His eyes widened and he quickly looked over at Jughead and his father.  

"I... I wanted to tell you about this.  I don't... do you remember a Julie Harding?"

FP blinked harshly before he nodded.  "Yes."

You took in a deep breath as you looked down at the papers.  "She's my birth mother."

Jughead looked at you with a frown.  "You were adopted?"

You nodded towards him and handed FP your papers.  He took one look at the birth certificate and he looked up at you in disbelief.  "Are you serious?"

You weakly smiled, once more.  "They kicked me out when they realized you were my birth dad."

Sweet Pea's jaw was locked as he looked at you.

FP frowned.  "Well.  You're always welcome here.  I...  I can't believe this," he said.  His frown soon formed into a smile.  "I have another daughter," he breathed out.  

Jughead looked at the papers for a moment.  "We're siblings?"

"I guess so," you began to smile as well.  

Sweet Pea watched you for a moment.  You were always filled with smiles.  You were always happy, even in moments like this.  It astounded him, but he knew that he needed that in his life.  He knew that the stars were truly aligned in just the right way.  

He suddenly took a hold of your hand and you laced your fingers with his, blushing.  Sure, your parents hurt you.  But you took one look around the trailer and you realized that these people were the ones that you could truly make a family out of.  

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Two months down the road, you were still asking Sweet Pea to move out of the way so you could get into your locker.  But instead of him staring at you the entire time, he would just kiss your cheek or your forehead, or even your lips, and move to stand on the other side.  Which side truly depended on his mood, just like where he kissed you.  

Every time you would see Jughead, he would greet you with a smile and a short conversation, but when the two of you were with your new friends, you were truly yourself.  You found comfort in the serpents.  You found comfort in your biological family, and with your soulmate, Sweet Pea.  

Sweet Pea stood by your locker, his arms crossed over his chest as he saw you walk down the hall.  He couldn't help his frown from turning into a smile.  Before you could ask him to move, he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.  He quickly took your books and stuffed them in your already opened locker—Toni had memorized your combination and he asked her to unlock it for him.  

He took your hand.  "Come on.  I have a surprise for you."

You rose an eyebrow but you laced his fingers with his.  You tried to protest when you realized that he was about to lead you out of the school, but you stopped yourself.  FP wouldn't berate you for skipping a couple of classes.  

Sweet Pea brought you over to his motorcycle and her turned to look at you, smiling.  "Wear this," he said, handing you his helmet.  

You just blushed and did as you were told before you got onto the back of the sleek bike.  You wrapped your arms around his torso and he put on his helmet before he started his motorcycle and took off.  He drove fast, but not dangerously.  In a matter of minutes, the two of you were back at FP's trailer.  Sweet Pea helped you off and took a hold of both of your hands.  

"What—"

"I don't have anything to show you.  I just... know that your birthday is coming up soon and I wanted to celebrate alone while we can."

You blushed and gently shoved his shoulder.  

"Not that," he laughed.  "Get your mind out of the gutter.  Nah, I wanted to have a movie marathon with you, but if that's what you want—"

"—movie marathon," you blushed, taking a hold of his hand once more.  He smiled and led you into the trailer.  

He stopped in the doorway to look at you, just taking in your beauty.  He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Did I ever tell you how thankful I am that you're my soulmate?" he asked.

You just blushed and shook your head as he let out a soft laugh and hugged onto you.  

Your soulmate acted tough in public—but around you and in private, he was a softy.  Your heart melted every time you saw him, and actions like this only strengthened your love for the man.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.  

"I love you, Sweet Pea."

His eyes widened as he heard the words, but his smile never left him.  

"I love you, too, [Your name]."

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Forbidden Love  Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader

Warning: Cursing, abuse

Summary: You live on the Northside and you are the smartest one in the school. People call you the nerd and you just don’t mind.  But what happens when the south siders come to Northside? Will fall in love with Sweet Pea or Will he have to earn your Trust? Read to Find out. 

Sorry it’s long

 No one pov:

It was like any other day y/n got up and got dressed in black skinny jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket with roses on the back of it with white convers and a red choker. Yes, I know what you are thinking “Isn’t she the nerd of the school?” and yes she is but she has a great sense of style. As she heads to school she walks alone because she has no friends because no one wants to be her friend. As she walks she notices that there is a commotion in front of the school as she enters it. What she sees is very shocking... She sees Southside Serpents at Northside High. (a/n not sure if that is the name of the school but oh well back to the story.) Y/n sees Cheryl and Reggie trying to get the serpents out of the school.

Y/n pov: 

As I walk down to see what is going on I see a very tall Serpent and can I just say he is fucking hot. As I was trying to figure out how tall he was Reggie puts his arm around me and calls me babe. “REGGIE I AM NOT YOU “BABE” WE ARE NOT DATING SO QUIT TRYING”  I forgot that the serpents were standing there and everyone was looking at me. Eventually the bell rang and we had to head to class. Thank god bell I thought I would die I thought. As I enter class I see 4 of the serpents there. “Okay Class we have new students joining us today... Their names are Sweet Pea, Fangs Fogarty, Jughead Jones, and Toni Topaz.” “Mrs. Morgan” “Yes miss y/n” “I was wondering when the paper is due” “Well first was that appropriate when I am introducing the new students?” “No” “and second it is due in 3 weeks but since you Miss y/n wanted to interrupt me it will be due in 3 days. Lets hope you have 5 pages.” “Mrs. Morgan?” “YES... Miss y/n” “I already finished the paper and I have 10 pages.” The teacher tells me to turn it in and as I walked to the front of the class everybody was staring at me. As the lesson continues I just wonder why the Serpents are here like what happened at Southside high? Then a kid named Josh starts to make noises and was interrupting the class and sked the question on my mind. “Mrs. Morgan?” “Yes Josh?” “Why are the serpents at our school?” “Well their was a fire at our old school and is still going and the firemen can’t get it to burn out.” The girl with pink hair answered. “Well have you tried to close the windows?” “what?” “Did you close the windows?” “No?” “Well the there is your problem” “What are you talking about” “If you don’t close the windows the fire will keep going and when the windows are closed and put a wet blanket or towel and then start to spray it with water then the fire will start to go out.” “Sorry about her she is the dork of the school or maybe a firefighter” Josh told them I just took the book off of Sweet Pea’s desk and threw it at Josh’s head. “She is also a loner” “You better keep your mouth shut if I were you Josh because did you know my mom is a police officer and I wouldn’t her to know what you did to me July 4th now would we?” “no... Well I really don’t mind I mean it’s not my fault you don’t have a boyfriend and will never get one also you know the consequences if you tell.”

Sweet Pea pov: 

“No... Well I really don’t mind I mean it’s not my fault you don’t have a boyfriend and will never get one also you know the consequences if you tell” Is what the boy said to the girl with the black leather jacket with roses on it. “Oh you better shut up Josh you were the one who was trying to get me to be your girlfriend and you were also the one who raped me for not being yours” Woah is all I could think because she was raped and no one knew? “… it must have slipped oops” “You better shut your mouth we made a deal and you know what happens when you spill the secret?” “well...I didn’t mean to let it slip Josh you are the most horrifying person yet” Where in the world is the teacher? SMACK What the hell. “huh... did you just hit me Josh?” “what do you think?” As I was watching this the girl just kick him where it hurts like hard and he went to the ground she started to kick him and punch him then I saw a women police show up. “Y/N!!” “MOM!” “What do you think you are doing?” “Mom I don’t know anymore...” “y/n you are turning into your father” “what do you mean?... Oh I know what you mean now” “We will discuss this at home in the mean time Joshua you are going to Jail for sexual abuse.”  I watched as y/n went to the back of the class but before she did she handed me back my book. “Sorry for taking it” “It... It’s fine” why did I stutter am I afraid of her? 

Time skip:

I watched as she got into a really expensive car and the same women police officer was in the front of the wheel an she got into the passenger seat.

Y/n pov:

As me and my mom enter our house she tells me I need to take a breather. You see when I was younger my dad was abusing my mom I tried to stop him but that didn’t work because then he started to abuse me, then hell broke loose you want to know why well it was because my dad was a ghoulie and everyone at the school didn’t know well except for Mike but he left for New York and I used to be good friends with Jason Blossom and Cheryl Blossom but then Cheryl became popular and know I am alone again also because Jason had died. I also don’t have a boyfriend was because h used to abuse me as well so what Josh said was and wasn’t true. “Honey!!” “Yeah mom?” “I invited some people over” “Oh okay... Do I have to come down?” “yes I want you to meet them okay” “kay” as I walk down stairs I see the Serpents. And DAD!?!?!? “Mom what is dad doing here??” “well sweetie he came back to apologize” “NO!!!” “What do you mean NO” “WELL HE WAS THE ONE WHO ABUSED ME AND YOU MOM AND WHEN HE LEFT I WAS AT PEACE I HAVE FUCKING SCARES BECAUSE OF HIME THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU LET HIM BACK IN OUR LIVES.” “LOOK Y/N” “DON’T... DON’T LOOK ME DAD OR MAYBE I SHOULD CALL YOU RICHARD” “What is going on m/n” “look F.P my daughter has ghoulie blood in her which means she is turning into her dad.” “oh sweetie we can be a family again” “NO.... I don’t want to be like you don’t you understand I hate you and I hate that you think that I will let you back into my life like you did nothing” “You were supposed to be there for me but you weren’t you let me down and now I have trust issues because of you” “Oh honey I was there for you” “NO YOU WEREN’T IF YOUU WERE THEN WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS BEING ABUSED OR RAPED BY JOSH” “I TOLD HIM TO RAPE YOU Y/N HE WAS FOWOLLING ORDERS BECAUSE I NEW IF YOU HAD GHOULIE SIDE IN YOU THEN YOU WOULD BREAK” “maybe I don’t want you as my dad anymore then” “y/n don’t...” “no F.P I know what I want in my life and Who and the person I don’t want back in y life is you dad so get the hell you and go back to where ever you were, and don’t bother coming back”

3 Months later:

I started to like one boy and his name is Sweet Pea. yes I know I shouldn’t but he is so tough and he is fucking hot. I am also good friends with Toni, Juggie and Fangs. As I was walking to school I saw Betty all over Sweet Pea and he seemed comfortable then I realized one thing I’m jealous. I go over to betty and yell at her and say I saw him first and he was mine. As I figured out what I just said I ran to the girls bathroom. Betty came in and said “I don’t like him y/n I was trying to make you jealous because he also likes you to he was trying to find a way to get close o you to gain your trust.” “Betty he already had my trust” “How?” “after the fight with my dad I ran out of the house... I was running and running then I stopped because I couldn’t run any faster. I then realized I was in the southside these men came up and tried to attack me because they were drunk just in time Sweet Pea saved my life and from then on I started to crush on him. but before that we talked for a while and I trusted him to keep my secrets and my life story and he never told anyone and he also took me home” “Well then y/n you need to tell him how you fell.” “yeah you’re right” As the day goes by I find the courage to tell sweet pea how I feel. “Hey Sweets?” “hey y/n What's up?” “Oh I wanted to tell you that I think I love you” “That’s good news” “Why?” “because I think I love you to” then he did some thing he kissed me I did not respond immediately but when I figures what he was doing I kissed back. 

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Unexpected Snowstorm

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader 

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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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Angel - Sweetpea

Sweetpea x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 957

Summary: Y/n’s close with pretty much everyone in her little group. Jughead and she haven’t officially met. Well, they do now and Jugheads in for a surprise.

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“Hey, Angel!” Sweet Pea waved over Y/n once he saw her enter the Wyrm. Y/n headed to her friends with a smile forming on her face. Sweet Pea immediately pulled her into a big hug, squeezing her tight.

“You made it.” Toni greet her with a smile and the two hugged once Sweet Pea let go of the y/h/c-ed girl.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys for the world.” She smiled letting go of Toni to also hug Fangs.

“Angel?” Jughead questioned after watching the mystery girl greet the group of young Serpents.

“That’s what they call me.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders with a bashful smile on her face. Obviously a little shy about the name.

“Angel, can I have a minute?” FP asked coming up to them, Y/n nodded to the older man and walked over to him. FP placed a hand across her lower back, leading her over to a more secluded spot to talk Serpent business.

“Sure. Sweet’s, when I get back pool?” Y/n called over her shoulder with a smile.

“You’re on.” Sweet Pea smirked her way before continuing on with his game of pool against Fangs.

“What’s up, Jones?” Toni asked noticing the look on his face.

“Is her name really Angel? An she’s a Serpent?” Jughead questioned. The girl seemed way to nice to be a Serpent in Jug’s eyes.

“Well, no and yes.” Fangs answered after taking a shot only to miss the pocket.

“She is a Serpent.” Sweet Pea states his voice close to a growl.  All the Serpent’s are very protective of Y/n after all she’s their Angel. But Sweet’s more so, so Jughead questioning her Serpent status really irked him.

“But her names really y/n.” Toni elboraoted since the boys were being very vague.

“Then why do you all call her Angel? An a Serpent named Angel is a little ironic since we’re not known to be nice and Sweet.” Jughead crossed his arms narrowing his eyes as he asked another question.

“True, but her nickname is part of a inside joke.” Toni smirked thinking about their reasons for the nickname.

It was clear by the look on Jugheads face that he still didn’t get it. This made Toni sigh and Fangs shove his head.

“Seriously Jones, you really can’t put it together?” Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. The Jones kid could solve a murder but not a nickname?

“Y/n/n can be an Angel but don’t piss her off.” Fangs told Jug taking pity on him.

“Then she becomes the devil in disguise or Serpent if you will.” Sweet’s smirked leaning against the pool queue.

Jughead rolled his eyes at Sweet Pea’s words, he crossed his arms turning towards Toni. “Why haven’t I seen her before?”

Toni shrugged, not really knowing why the two hadn’t met yet. “She’s in the same grade and school as us. But she has been a Serpent longer.”

“An she’s really close to your dad.” Fangs added while lining up a shot.

Jughead squinted, all their answers kept confusing him more. “She knows more Serpent business than most of us.” Toni explained but it was all to vague still.

“She’s very trusted around here. For good reason. Probably knows more than you do.” Sweet Pea snarked moving around the pool table.

“Sweet Pea” Toni smacked is arm for the comment.

“No Toni it’s fine. He’s probably right I’m still new.” Jug nodded agreeing with Sweet Pea’s words although still wary of Sweet behavior.

“Hey! Everything ok here?” Y/n asked as she came back over to the group of young Serpents, and she could sense the tension.

“Yeah. Everythings fine.” Sweet Pea answered her all the while squinting his eyes at the beanie wearing boy.

“Your Jughead right? We haven’t officially met. I’m Y/n, Y/n y/l/n but pretty much everyone calls me Angel.” y/h/c-ed girl introduced herself once she came back from the talk with FP that seemed to be about some serious Serpent business.

“Jughead Jones nice to meet you.” Jug shook her hand with a friendly smile on his face. She seemed way to nice to be a Serpent. Jughead leaned in closer as the two got aquentied. Of course with the watchful eyes of Sweet Pea. Who did not like how close Jones was to his girl.

“Son.” FP called over Jughead after seeing how Sweet Pea was ready to burst at the sems at how close Jug was to his girlfriend.

“It was nice to meet you Jughead.” Y/n smiled at him before heading over to Sweets, letting Jug head over to see what his father wanted.

“Yeah?” Jughead asked as he approached his dad.

“Pice of advice.” FP gave a tight lipped smile, resting a hand on his sons shoulder.

“Hmmm?” Jughead hummed.

“Don’t do anything even resembles flirting with Y/n till you’ve known her for a while.” he patted his back smiling at him.

“Ok. Wanna explain to me why?” Jug asked with a furrowed brow.

FP smirked, his son was truly new around here. “All the Serpents- me included are very protective of her. And she’s Sweet Pea’s girl.”

Jug suddenly understood a lot more why Sweet’s had been giving him the stinkeye and if looks could kill Jughead would’ve been dead and 6 feet under. “That’s why he’s been staring at me like he wants to kill me.”

“Sweet Pea doesn’t have much, but he has her.” FP smiled looking at the couple by the pool table and as did Jughead. “Do get to know her Jug, the relationship I have with her she’s practically like a daughter to me. Gain a new sister out of this Juggie. She’s a great girl, more loyal than you know.”

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Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn't stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it's not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can't find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

In my drafts

Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader and Steve Harrigton X Fem!Reader

Lip Gallagher X Sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jughead Jones X Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Joffery Barathen X Twin!Sister Reader (Smut)

Sam and Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader (smut but none between Sam and Dean)

Ivar the Boneless X sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jim Hopper X Younger Fem!Reader

FP Jones X Younger Fem!Reader X Gladys Jones (Smut)

Sweet Pea X Fem!Reader X Reggie Mantle (Smut? Nothing between Sweet Pea and Reggie/ )

Cheryl Blossom X Fem!Reader X Betty Cooper (Smut /Nothing between Betty and Cheryl/)

FP Jones X Fem!Reader X Sweet Pea (Smut/Nothing between FP and Sweet Pea)

Daenerys Targaryen X Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut / Nothing between Dany and Sansa)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Margaery Tyrell X Baratheon(Lannister) Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut/Nothing between Margaery and Sansa)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Ragnar Lothbrok X Christian Princess!Reader X Ivar Lothbrok (Smut/Nothing between Ragnar and Ivar/)

Lagertha X Lothbrok Fem!Reader x Torvi (Smut)

lagertha x Ealhmunding!reader x ragnar Lothbrok(smut)

Billy Hargrove X Harrington Fem!Reader

Steve Harrgton X Henderson Fem!Reader

Jason Dean X Fem!Reader

Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

other things I have to do

Post the next few updates to A Dark Truth

Update my books on wattpad

ideas I have that I may post to get back into writing to add to the drafts for another time

Bellamy Blake X Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Lincoln Kom Trikru X Fem!Reader

Damon Salvatore X Fem!reader

Octavia Blake X Fem!Reader

Kai Parker X Fem!Reader

Raven Reyes X Fem!Reader

Sebastian X Fem!Reader

Josephine Lightbourne X Fem!Reader

Hope Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Chuck Bass X Fem!Reader

Lizzie Saltzman X Fem!Reader

Blair Waldorf X Fem!Reader

Dark!Josie Saltzman X Fem Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Caroline Forbes X Fem!Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister Reader X Octavia Blake (smut)

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Klaus X sister!Reader X Rebekah (Smut)

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Taking the crew to their first pride parade.

Request; Yes or No

Went to my first pride parade! I had a blast.

You grinned as you slammed the door open making your friends jump. Their eyes studied your creative outfit.

"What's up, bitches?" You smiled widely. Fangs chuckled, continuing to tie his bi shoelaces, Jughead's beanie had an asexual flag sticker on it, Veronica happily showed off her bi belt, Archie wore a pin that read 'ally', and Betty shyly showed off her own pin that had the bi flag on it. Sweet Pea wore his usual atire. You knew he was nervous about the whole thing. He grew up in a home with lots of toxic masculinity.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, where are-"

"The queens have arrived!" Cheryl announced as she entered the room hand in hand with Toni. Cheryl had her usual red outfit with a lesbian flag tied around her shoulders whileToni had a bi flag tied around hers.

"We're all set." The group headed off, going to the parade and parking. They ended up separating, Jughead and Archie running off to find food that they could 'taste test', Betty was signing petitions, Veronica and Fangs went to get covered in glitter, and Toni and Cheryl walked around and chatted with drag queens. You headed over to a stand with Sweet Pea trailing behind. You greeted the person in charge with a smile and picked up a clipboard. You could see Sweet Pea nervously glance around out of the corner of your eye.

"Here you go, buddy." The man handed Sweet Pea a sticker, motioning to the biker guy behind him who was tending to a child.

"We've been married for thirty years. He was just as nervous as you were." The man said with a kind smile. This relaxed Sweets and he took the sticker, putting it on.

"Come on, Sweets. Let's find the others before the parade officially starts." Sweet Pea happily agreed.

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#riverdale #riverdale x you #riverdale x y/n #riverdale x fem reader #riverdale x male reader #riverdale x gender neutral reader #x you #x y/n #x reader #x fem reader #x male reader #x gender netural reader #jughead jones #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #archie andrews #betty cooper #fangs fogarty #sweet pea

[joviewinchester]

Jovie Winchester: An Introduction to my Account

A/N: Aye! What’s up, y’all. This is me finally making a tumblr account. If you want to check out my other work, I have a Wattpad account @JovieForbes, so if you like this you should go check that out. I’m trying to be more organized on this account than on that one. This is basically a clean slate. I will triple check my grammar on here, and when I finally figure out how to make a masterlist, I might do that too. I might try and transfer my supernatural imagine where I remade the Changing Channels episode with the reader. That one’s my favorite, or I wouldn’t even bother. Below, I will put lists of characters I do for each of my fandoms, and if you would like to make requests you can. If you make requests, tell me if you want it to be platonic or not especially for the girls. All of these will be character x fem! reader because that is what I’m comfortable with. Once again, feel free to request! ❤️

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Lucifer

Balthazar

Crowley

Charlie Bradbury

Jack Klein

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Silas

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Camille O’Connel

Jackson Kenner

Legacies

Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Milton Greasley

Rafael Waithe

Kaleb Hawkins

Landon Kirby

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Toni Topaz

Sweet Pea

Kevin Keller

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ann Perkins

Ben Wyatt

Chris Traeger

Tom Haverford

Donna Meagle

Jean Ralphio

Bobby Newport

The Office

Michael Scott

Dwight Schrute

Pam Beasley

Jim Halpert

Kelly Kapoor

Angela Martin

Andy Bernard

Holly Flax

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Lucas Sinclair

Teen Wolf

Scott Mcall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Lydia Martin

Allison Argent

Isaac Lahey

Brett Talbot

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken

Kira Yukimura

Malia Tate

Jordan Parrish

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

Jefferson

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Jane Morgan

Sarah Fox

Erica Jones

Rory Keaner

Jesse Black

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nicholas Scratch

Theo Putnam

Sabrina Spellman

Ambrose Spellman

Rosalind Walker

Caliban

Harvey Kinkle

Prudence Blackwood

New Girl

Winston Schmidt

Nick miller

Winston Bishop

Jessica Day

Cecelia Parikh

Request Prompt Lists

#mbav imagine #teen wolf #the vampire diaries #my babysitters a vampire #supernatural #legacies #the originals #parks and rec #the office #once upon a time #stranger things #riverdale #fanfic #request #imagines #preferences #gif imagine