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yourjughead · 3 months

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Forgotten Mail

Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Following the death of his best friend, Sweet Pea finds the emotional toll a lot to bear even a year following Fangs death.

A/N: This is kinda a sad fic, gets a bit fluffy after getting a bit shouty.

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The unmistakable sound of a bottle opener cracking against its latest victim, a bottle of golden liquor. Sweet Pea took a drag of his freshly opened drink and sat in the darkness of home, the tv attempting to illuminate the tin shell. His head could only just be torn from the tv set as you stumbled in the door, groceries in hand, diner uniform begging to be swapped for pjs.

“Hey honey” Sweet Pea replied with a lowly grunt and took another sip, returning his eyes to the screen. You rolled your eyes and then went onto to unpack the groceries before a large manila envelope caught your eye.

“Pea…” you took it in your hands and walked to Sweet Peas side after flicking on a main light

“Mhm” you stepping in front of him in a bid to get his attention only to have him tilt to see around you. You reached down beside him, taking the remote and switched off the buzzing screen.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” you smacked the envelope into his chest and his face immediately dropped.

“Ohhh I was supp-osed to mail this wasn't I?” you huffed loudly before stomping off and slamming your bedroom door. Sweet Pea took a few misguided steps, putting his two hands on the doorframe to steady himself.

“I'm sorry I forgot” the door flew open in front of his face and you found yourself squaring up to the tipsy Serpent.

“You're sorry? YOU’RE SORRY?! THATS MY COLLEGE FEE! I COULD LITERALLY BE THROWN OUT OF COLLEGE BECAUSE YOU FORGOT”

“WELL I DI-DNT MEAN T-O FORGET!” you pulled your face further from his at the smell of liquor tainting his breath. You found yourself slamming the door again.

“YN! Ope-n the door, I forgot, I'll do it tomorr-ow”

“You said that yesterday!” You called from the other side. You curled up at the end of the bed, hugging your knees to your chin.

“YNN, I'll g-o do it no-w” he attempted, turning on his heels and stumbling toward the envelope. You unlatched the door, easily overtaking him and retrieving the envelope first.

“Don't bother. I'll do it myself, I do everything else”

“YN, you know the pa-st year has bee-n hard for me” he glanced to his feet and back again, to find your face softening.

“Sweet Pea. I know it's not been easy. No one has found losing….losing Fangs easy to deal with-” he looked away from you again, unable to cope with the words and your eyes. Sweet Pea reached back for the bottle he had opened only to have you snatch it from him again.

“Hey!”

“Sweet Pea, enough. You've had enough. Fangs wouldn't want you wasting here,a fucking shell of someone who was once great”

“You don't understand” Sweet Pea bit out, his tone taking a completely different turn, his face souring. The past year had been hard on both of you. You had bounced back as much as you could, if only so the both of you could survive. You helped Sweet Pea as best as you could but often you felt you were fighting a losing the battle.

“I understand Sweets” you tried to pull him back to softness, unable to. You could feel your heart almost leap from your chest as he suddenly caught the mud coloured bottle from you and sent it flying into the living room wall behind you.

“NO Y-OU DON-T” you flinched at both his action and his volume. Shock painted across his face at his own actions as pain decorated yours. You turned quickly, clutching the evenlope, reaching for your jacket and heading back towards the door.

“Get help Sweet Pea, I can't do it anymore” for a final time that night you slammed a door between the both of you. Enough was enough, you needed space from it. Sweet Pea threw himself back down on the sofa, cracking open the lid of a new bottle, bringing the opening to his mouth. He sighed into it, looking around the empty trailer, his eyes landing on the shards of glass. He couldn't believe he'd done that, that was so unlike him. He felt he didn't know himself in that moment and was unsure if he could find his way back to who he was again. Unsteady, he rose again from his seat, stalking over to the coat hanger and draping on his leather jacket. He needed a change of scenery, drunkenly lacing on his shoes and heading out in the direction you had just left.

Cool liquid swirled around the soles of his shoes, the puddles finally breaking down the worn walls of torn sneakers. He kept his pace even and eyes on the flooded path ahead as the rain and night encapsulated his entire figure. The fresh water rain whirled into the salty drops falling from his world-weary eyes and were almost immediately swept back away with a battered hand. A chill coarsed down his spine with bitter revenge, the sensation of multiple sets of eyes sank into his back. Sweet Pea let the next 10 minutes happen, too tired from his fight with you to fight off the Ghoulies earning their stripes, he let them tear him down as if only so his outside appearance could attempt to match the raging storm inside.

Air laboured its way through Sweet Peas lungs as the smell of clean cotton woke him from his heavy sleep. His blurred vision attempted to take in the sterile light of his environment. Every inch of his body screamed at his gentle movement, placing a heavy hand to a swollen right eye.

“oh my god my head” he rasped out, the beeping of various machines competing with the volume of his heart beating.

“Take it easy Sweets” you guided his hand gently back down to his side, holding it in yours to trace small circles around the IV insertion site.

“YN” he breathed quietly out, closing his eyes gently again.

“YN!” Sweet Pea attempted to jolt forward, his aching bones bringing that movement to a swift and painful halt.

“Shhh Sweets it's okay, I'm here for you”

“What happened?” Sweet Pea brought his other hand to hold his throat, the scratching vocal cords burning from his side of the conversation.

“You're in the hospital. Last week��.they jumped you…Ghoulies…..I shouldn't have left you alone that night” betraying tears fell from your eyes, landing on the crystal white cotton sheets as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“I threw…I threw something at you YNN” his own tears falling now, only to be brushed away gently by the back of your free hand.

“YN, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry, I can't believe I did that” Sweet Pea pleaded and began to once again attempt to sit up, only to have you beckon him to stay put.

“It's okay Sweets, this has been a hard year”

“That's not good enough YN, I'm in a bad place. I want to feel like myself again. I want to be better, I'm going to get better” a small saddened smile found its way across your face as you leaned down and kissed his cheek forgivingly. He meant it, he'd try, he'd try to be better and you'd help him.

“Sweet Pea when I got that phone call about what happened you….I really thought you were gone” you fought back the sob, pressure building in your throat.

“YN, I will never leave you….besides I have a letter I have to mail” you gently nudged his chest as his soft laugh. Sweet Pea did get better from there, of course he had his moments but never again a moment like that night. Never again was all hope lost. Never again did he forget to mail your letters

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fanfics4all · 2 years

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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

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader

Word count: 1331

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

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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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hypnoagathaharknesscomicshorse · 2 years

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RIVERDALE x male reader

oooookkkkkayyyyy so, hi, this will be one of the first times I even write on here, and I kinda wanna test it out. so recently I've getting into riverdale, and I kinda want to insert myself into the mix. But for the sake of you guys, I'm going to be using (y/n) for the story.

some backround info, you're like Veronica Lodge, but with a twist; You're mother is very rich due to her occupation, and you are the middle child (which will tie into your status in the family) You have one younger sibling and one older sibling. You barely know your older sibling, since you guys were ages apart, and your younger sibling didnt share any of the same common interests as you, so you both barely talked. Which made you the perfect candidate for your mothers company. Some people think you'll be taking her place within the industry one day, since you have a striking resemblance to her, that and you share the same common interests. You are her golden child, and she puts you above anyone and anything.

All you've ever known was New York, since you were born and raised there, so you never really questioned or asked about your mother's roots, only because of the fact your family had grown connections all over New York. So it was a suprise when your mother all of a sudden told you to pack your bags.

idk how long this series is going to be, and I will be taking requests for other stories, but tell me what you guys think!!

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incorrect-quotes-riverdale · 11 months

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#riverdale #archie andrews #kevin keller #jughead jones #julian blossom #fangs fogarty #clay walker #clay x kevin #kevin x fangs #archie x jughead #archie x julian #do you ship them?#lgbtq+#gay ships #gay #bisexual #also reggie and kevin #idk

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zaceouiswriting · 11 months

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In need of better grades

Character: Fangs Fogarty x male reader, mentioned: Fangs Fogarty x Sweet Pea

Universe: Somewhere in Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

The body beneath your hands was tense and almost perfectly trained. Your gaze wandered over it lustfully, a nice six-pack, a strong chest, but still compact: A perfect twunk.

Put one of your hands on his back to hold him in place so you can contemplate his perfect body and pretty face, slightly flushed from bouncing on your cock so vigorously.

However, this isn't the first time an apparently straight man has neglected his sexuality for you. Maybe it's your naturally pretty face or the fact that people are attracted to you, but mostly - nowadays at least - it's all about getting something from you, and why not take whatever they offer you?

You only forced it once, and the guy who then bounced on your dick is making a living in the same industry that got him his degree.

But this guy was different than the one now enjoying your cock. For the first time, you feel something while being intimate with someone. His jet-black hair flies wildly, his bronze skin glitters in the faint evening light, and he really glows. Completely dissolved under your hands, and you're not even breathing heavily.

In your experience, for those who have just discovered the pleasure of taking a cock up their ass, the most important thing is to get exhausted before pursuing your desires.

His moans were like angels singing to you. He was perfect in every way. You wanted him, and by God, you would get him. He may be younger than you - by about seven years - but that doesn't detour you in any way.

However, now all you could do was watch patiently and predatorily as he tirelessly bounced on your huge cock. Watching him, you quickly realized that you would never get tired of watching him like that.

His hands grip your shoulders tightly, several cold rings digging lightly into your own heated flesh. But you didn't care as long as you could feel his touch.

You stare at his face, waiting for his beautiful dark eyes to open again. But as you waited for his eyes to open, your own wandered - if only for a second - to the tattoo on his shoulder. Maybe you should convince him to get more tattoos because, if you're to be honest, you find the black color in his bronzed skin pretty hot. Still, to this day, you wonder how a coward like him got a tattoo in the first place. You wouldn't have believed it if you didn't see it in the bar you visited on the first day in this small town.

You remember how he was dancing with a half-decent-looking girl, and suddenly a fight broke out. He was the first one out of the bar before you could bat an eyelash. You found his cowardice somehow... endearing. At least that way, you know he'd never get in trouble.

"S-Sir, I-I'm close!" His angelic voice called out to you.

You groan internally at hearing the deep, soothing tone of his voice. Even now, after all that high-pitched slutty moaning, his normal voice is still so deep.

As you take your gaze off his tattoo and lift it up to his angelic face, the boy's dark eyes immediately draw your eyes to them. Begging you with them in utmost desperation to allow him to cum. It usually takes weeks, sometimes even months, for them to be this submissive. But not him. He was already lost. On one side, you hate it because what you enjoy the most is completely breaking these straight guys apart so you can build them up the way you want them to be. On the other side? Oddly enough, you don't mind much as long as it was him willingly submitting to you like an already trained whore.

Because even in this regard, he already seems to be perfect, which turns you on even more. It must be natural to him because he told you he is straight and has never been with another man. So there was nobody before that could've made him such a submissive slut.

He shuddered under your cold gaze and even stopped bouncing on your dick. Your hand quickly squeezed his throat. "Did I allow you to stop?" Your voice was just as cold as your gaze, filling his eyes with fear. Without thinking twice, he did as he was told and fucked himself harder on your cock than before.

A moan slipped from your lips for the first time. It visibly excited him. But it made you angry. You didn't want to give him such high validation this early. So instead of letting him to his own devices, you slid down your chair a little bit, grabbed his waist, held him tight, and fucked hard and deep upwards into his sweet hole. Before he could even comprehend what you were doing, his moans turned to screams. From the sudden, brutal intrusion, he fell on top of you, his head close to yours, his mouth right next to your ear. You literally bathed in his delightfully loud screams.

“Cum!“

It didn't take a second longer before he spilled his cum all over your covered stomach and chest. Some of it even reached your neck - right under your chin.

“Woahhh, you were pent up… Good boy!“

Despite the visible loss of strength in his body, you could feel a satisfied grin on his face pressed against yours.

However, the sweet moment was cut short when you could feel him trying to move. With swift hands, you pushed him back down. When he could barely move an inch. But it was enough for your cock to come out exactly that inch. This time he groaned in pain, obviously sore from his first anal sex. How could he take your cock? You have no idea, and you also don't care as long as he's making those sweet noises.

“Wh-“

"Oh, baby... we're not done yet," you told him aloud but then shifted to a husky whisper, "not by a long shot."

You knew he would try to reason and tell you how sore he was, but now his weakened body was at your mercy. So you took the chance, put your arms under his legs, and pulled them up, but, at the same time, held his arms to keep him from falling. Eventually, only his head just fell back slightly. Seeing his full lips, you wanted nothing more than kiss him, but like this, you weren’t able.

So instead of trying to make that wish come true, you just stood up. You may be a few years older than this young twunk, but you exercise every day after becoming a gym rat in university. You've always liked sports, especially football. Because of your humble origins, your parents thought that this was the only way you would get into the prestigious school they wanted you to go to. But your brain did it for you.

Also, thanks to your brain, you found pleasure in sex early on, when you were only fourteen. You fucked your freshman-year roommate. It didn't even take long until he sucked you off. He was kind of an idiot. He most likely got there for his father's money - which you benefited greatly from at the time - but he was eager even though you were much younger. In most places, your sexual relationship would've been illegal. Neither of you cared, though. Especially not him, because he was already molted butter in your hands.

You went wild in university and afterward. But now? Now finally, all your experiences concluded with this boy. Fangs is a pretty appropriate name for a lively boy like him, even though his bite would likely be harmless. Luckily, you didn't meet him until a few weeks before he would've turned eighteen. Now that he's finally of legal age, you couldn't keep it any longer and took the first chance you got.

But from what you've heard about him in the school hallways. About how uptight he was for someone of such low status. You thought you had a picture of him in your head, the right one. But nothing could prepare you for the big grin on his lips after you got up and carried him through your classroom. You only looked at him to ensure he was still awake, but then you saw that grin.

It shocked you for just a moment before you realized you had to wipe that smirk off his face. Because you know it all too well, it's a cocky grin that only comes out when you know you got what you wanted because you know you would get it. You had a similar grin many times before, decorating your own lips. While standing, you grabbed his throat with both hands, which is only possible because – like the slut he seems to be – he automatically wrapped his arms around your neck and held it with his hands.

With his face close and all the leverage you needed, you began to jackhammer into the sly twunk. Hearing him whimper, his eyes wide with shock, you could tell by looking into them that while walking, you couldn't assault his ass as much as you did before. But he was sorely mistaken. He wasn’t the first guy to get mind-blown by your capabilities.

Staring deep into his eyes, you assaulted his ass with echoing thrusts. They were so loud you were sure if anyone else was still at school, they would have been watching by now. At least you could stop him from making any lewd noises with that filthy mouth of his by just putting your hands around his neck.

Wordlessly you fucked him mercilessly. At one point, you even went to the glass windows and pushed him against it, you could have kissed him there for anyone passing by to see, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction just yet. Instead, you applied prolonged thrusts, pulling your cock almost all the way out, only to then shove him back in roughly without even thinking that he might get hurt. His ass was made for you, and now he even had the imprint of your cock in his gut.

At some points, you thought you could actually see the big head of your massive cock stretching against his perfectly chiseled abs. But that was undoubtedly more wishful thinking than anything else.

“Si-Sir, ple-plea-please-“

"Oh, you want more? Hasn't my baby had enough yet? Too greedy for another cock after your first one let you down, hmm?” you ask him in a mockingly sweet voice.

The realization seemed to have hit him harder than you thought, for his eyes betrayed him like a child or a dog that has done something it shouldn't.

"Don't avert your eyes!" you told him rather harshly. Without stopping your hard fucking, you took a hand off his neck - one hand was more than enough anyway - and forced him to look you in the eyes instead. "I have to admit... you played well."

Before your little fuck toy could do or say anything, you brusquely pulled off the glass pane, making him scream a muffled scream. His skin, which had been stuck to the pane of glass, was now slightly reddish, which you could see in the reflection within the same pane of glass, triggering a sadistic pleasure in you that you thought was long gone. All the will to make him happy and not hurt him? Gone in the moment, since you got to know he's a little liar. But now, you had to punish him for it.

Swiftly you turned around with Fangs in your arms while he closely monitored your anger, shuddering whenever your ice-cold gaze caught his dark, anxious orbs.

After just a few steps, you knocked all the objects off your desk with your left hand, which you had used to force him to look at you just moments before. Only to throw him painfully onto it moments later. This time he let out a real scream, but it didn't evoke the slightest reaction from you.

One of your hands was already back at his throat. The other gripped his shoulder harshly. Still, with an icy exterior, you took the easiness of this position, pulled your long, girthy dick fully out, and rammed roughly back in.

The salty tears pooling in Fang's eyes calmed you a bit you still kept your harsh rhythm. "Did you think you could play me without consequences?" you asked him, breathing heavily. Seeing the pain on his face made your blood boil in anticipation, and the lust you felt before came rushing back.

Fangs tried to shake his head, but when he did, you slapped him so hard the sound recoiled off the walls. "Don't think I like being so hard on you!" You almost screamed in disappointment at the angle that was taking your cock so willingly. "I promised to be gentle with you. But I'm not your first like you make me believe, now am I?"

Now that you said it out loud, Fangs' fear you've already figured out that he lied to you had come crashing down. He could only cry because he knew he'd screwed up.

"You saw me in the bar, didn't you? Thought it would be easy to trick me, didn't you? Stupid little boy. You only saw an attractive teacher, and all you could think about was his cock.”

He just cried more. It makes you even madder, acting like he had no idea what he had done. And these consequences were all his fault. Your hands flew from his shoulder to his left leg, placed it over your shoulder, and you held it there tight. You were sure he would have bruises all over his body by the time you were done with him, and at that point, it was exciting for you.

His ass started sucking your cock again. You felt on cloud nine again. But Fangs couldn't know that even if you want him all to yourself, he needs to learn he can't just lie to you.

And you did just that, punishing him to a degree he will likely never forget.

About an hour and a half later, Fangs wasn't moving anymore, his eyes were blank, yet they followed your every move. He lay ravaged and sprawled out on your desk. His body was drenched in sweat, glistening in the sinking sunlight. Seeing him like that, you finally let yourself go. With a few final, hard thrusts, you ejaculated into his gut and fell onto his glistening body.

Breathing heavily, your composure is more than lost. Your cock throbbed inside him wildly, spilling more and more of your cum deep, coating his insides. When you finished cumming inside the angelic boy, you crushed onto his smaller body. Fangs got fully buried beneath your broader frame. The hand you had wrapped around his neck most of the time was now under his head, hoping to ease some of the pain your brutal assault on his little body had caused him.

"I'm sorry," Fangs whispered through tears.

You hurt him, and he still apologized? His apology certainly wasn't about the best fuck he would ever experience or the drastic measures you resorted to teaching him to be a good boy. That only left one thing: his web of lies.

"Why did you do it?" Your mouth was close to his ear. You even went as far as to nibble on his earlobe.

Fangs couldn't answer his body was a complete wreck. Angrily you clicked your tongue before biting into his soft neck. A low, surprised moan rumbled from him. It almost made you flinch away. You just about managed to stay there with you were, with your mouth on his neck. When the horror of the strange sound faded, you realized it wasn't one of pain but of pent-up pleasure. So without further ado, to give a slightly longer-lasting punishment, you used your position to suck on his neck: Leaving a huge hickey.

Satisfied with your work - to hurt the poor boy any further - you slowly pulled yourself out of his abused hole. Looking at it, you couldn't help but grin smugly.

But it didn't stop you from reaching into your backpack and pulling some tissues out. You carefully cleaned as much of his ass as possible without penetrating too deep into his certainly burning hole.

With several filled tissues, you went naked to the trash can, and on the way back to your angle, you collected all the scattered clothes.

First, you put on your clothes. You looked almost as marvelous as before, except for your now wildly hanging hair. Fully clothed again, you slowly helped Fangs stand up and waited patiently until he could do so without too much pain.

You carefully put his socks on, helped with his shirt, followed by his leather jacket, which seems to be in stark contrast to his cowardly personality.

The last was his pants and shoes. Just before you put it over his still-hard cock, he looked at you puzzlingly. "Where's my underwear?" he asked dizzily, looking around, unable to move quickly.

With a cocky grin, you held the fabric up in the air. He tried to reach for it. But before he could even get near it, you quickly tucked it deep into your front pocket. "Sorry, but that's mine now." You were unapologetically about it.

“Wha-?“

"If you want it back, you will have to meet me again, I'm afraid."

Silence fell over you both, but you used this moment wisely. Taking his arms and putting them over your shoulders. "Hold on to me!" Before he could react, he was already in the air, or rather in your arms.

Fangs blushed ferociously but said nothing, just silently wrapped his legs around you, not without taking a sharp breath from the pain in his abdomen.

"Do you have someone who could take you home?" You asked him worriedly, which surprised you. Luckily Fangs was mentally too far gone to comprehend that you let a feeling slip through your cold, calculated mask.

“I can-“

"No!" you told him sternly. “You are not in any state to drive," you continued almost angrily. "Give me your phone!"

Without objecting, he gave it to you. As you took it and activated it, you saw that he didn't even have a damn password! You rolled your eyes, but instead of lecturing him, you opened his contacts - there will be another time to educate him about safety. It was easy to find the number you were looking for, even if you hate this guy's affection for what is yours. Right now? There was no one else you would trust him with. And at the same time, you could show him who owns Fangs.

"What about my grade?" Fangs yawned cutely. He closed his eyes peacefully as if you hadn't just destroyed his body.

“A, D-“

It took Fangs a moment to understand what you were saying. But when he finally did, his whole head suddenly jerked up, and his eyes stared up at you in hurt.

"You didn't think for a second that you would get an 'A' if you gave me your ass once, did you? Come to me whenever you want, and we'll slowly improve your grade together!” Only when you had finished speaking did you look down at him and give him a cheeky wink. It made him blush even harder. Hoping you wouldn't see, he hid his face in your chest.

Inside you were chuckling, but outside? Your eyes were cold as ice.

In front of the school building, you carried Fang's to his motorcycle and slowly put him on it. "You wait here until your friend gets here. Don't even try to drive yourself! Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" he replied sheepishly.

"Good!" Your gaze finally softened. Without warning, you cupped his face and closed into him. "Have you ever kissed another guy?" You asked him huskily, your breath tickling his lips.

He shook his head shyly. But your grip on him tightened. "Don't lie to me again!" Your eyes shine like fire.

"I swear!" he wailed loudly. When you saw his sincerity, you believed him. You could only hope you were right to do so.

"Don't change that!" you told him cryptically before walking away. "Don't let Sweet Pea get too close! I don't like it when someone touches something that's mine. And frankly? He wants to fuck you."

“Sweet Pea? No. We are just friends.“

You could only scoff at Fang's naivety. But you were honest with him. He was yours now, whether he wanted it or not, and if necessary, you will make sure that what is yours stays yours.

Even though you left him on his bike, you never took your eyes off him. You didn't even drive off after getting in your car. Not even when Sweet Pea finally got there and got angry about what you did to his "Friend" which only made you smile sourly.

Fangs assured his friend, visible to you, of his physical condition. The bruises and bruises you gave him were obvious. He was probably doing his best to downplay it to his friend. When you saw the possessive shimmer in Sweet Pea's eyes from afar, you knew he didn't believe him. Though, you were sure - that due to tensions between the two groups - Sweet Pea would blame the "injuries" Fangs suffered on the Bulldogs.

Almost immediately after, Sweet Pea had somewhat calmed down. He helped his friend get to his motorcycle. But the twunk's attention wasn't on him. Instead, his eyes searched the parking lot intensely, where you were still sitting in your car. As soon as he caught your eye, you could see the bright blush growing on his cheeks. He quickly looked away to most likely hide his blush. Which you thought was adorable

You could feel the monster in your pants growing again. Cursing softly under your breath, you finally started your car and drove off. In the opposite direction, Sweet Pea and your boy took.

You already knew your night would be long, but at least you had some help. You felt your front pocket to make sure you still had it. With a sinister smile, you already imagined what you would do next to your angelic boy to break him completely and make him yours forever.

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Warnings: 18+ content, oral male receving, oral fem receving, hand job, implied sex, threesome, watching/voyeurism

“You’re going to be in so much trouble with (Y/N)!” Fangs said as he grinned at Sweet Pea who frowned and shrugged. He had been about to say something when he turned and saw that you’d caught them. His eyes went wide and he slowly turned to glare at Fangs.

“What I said you’d be in trouble.” Fangs said with an amused tone as he looked between you and Sweet Pea.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.” You said with a sweet smile. Sweet Pea swallowed a little and gave you a sheepish smile.

“I wasn’t doing what you think I was I… I was totally doing it… you hoping to punish me?” He asked and grinned.

“Maybe.” You said with an air of disinterest.

“I probably need it… and deserve it. If I’m being honest.” Sweet Pea grinned at you and you huffed as you crossed your arms before smiling to yourself. They had broken into your room and were looking for the one thing that you’d told them not to. Or Sweet Pea had. You didn’t trust the overly innocent look that Fangs was giving you.

“Do you?” You asked as you walked around your bed and reached for Fangs. The three of you were alone and your roommates wouldn’t be back for a while. You knew exactly why they were hanging around your apartment. Fangs let you move him over to stand at the side of your bed while you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing. The kiss was soft at first but you turned up the heat as Sweet Pea watched carefully. When he tried to join you held out a finger and wagged it at him without breaking the kiss. Fangs let you unbuckle his belt and yank his jeans and boxers down. The three of you had hooked up a few times before. You were all comfortable with each other. Fangs gasped as you manoeuvred you both so that you could push him down onto your bed. Sweet Pea watched and fidgeted, wanting to share in the attention that Fangs was getting. Ignoring him you paused just long enough to undress before wrapping your hand around Fang's cock, twisting your hand as you pumped up and down. Fangs sighed and whined happily while Sweet Pea huffed and puffed. Pushing Fangs so he was laying down the length of the bed and stripped down to your underwear. You knew it was getting to Sweet Pea by now. He liked to take charge but you were going to drag it out as long as you could. Fangs gasped and his head hit the headboard loud enough to make a soft thunking noise as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. His hips rose up off the bed as you bobbed your head up and down, taking more of him with each movement.

“This is unfair!” Sweet Pea whined as he crouched down. He was watching you intently as you tipped your head at an angle so that he could see. You locked eyes with him as you continued and he rested his head on the side of the bed.

“I’ve had enough.” Sweet Pea said as he stood and grabbed you. Fangs whined as he found himself suddenly unattended and quickly moved to grab himself as he watched Sweet Pea position his head between your legs. You groaned deeply and gutturally as Sweet Pea frantically kissed and devoured you. It egged Fangs on as he jerked himself off and moved close so he could watch. Your fingers dug into Sweet Pea's hair as he drove you closer and closer to the edge until you felt pleasure crash over your body. Fangs leaned down to kiss you as Sweet Pea kissed your inner thighs and pulled away.

“I think that was a very fair punishment.” Sweet Pea said smugly.

“Oh, this is far from over.” You said before you let out a wispy sigh as you took a moment to gather yourself and decide how you were going to win the upper hand again.

Fangs tags:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @geekyandgay98 @isshecrazyorissheclever @savagemickey03

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dauntless-gothamite · 1 year

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Masterlist

STRANGER THINGS

When You Love Someone | Billy Hargrove character study

DIVERGENT

Prove Them Wrong | Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader (in progress)

MARVEL (SONY, MCU)

Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe | Eddie Brock x Venom [🎄]

Crushes & Apartment Crashing | Valkyrie x Fem! Reader

Peter Parker flirts with you during science class (HCs)

DC (NOLANVERSE, COMICS)

Master of Shadows | Bane x Fem! Reader (in progress)

THE MAGICIANS

We’re Still Best Bitches, Right? | Kady Orloff-Diaz x Julia Wicker

CRIMINAL MINDS

The Wrong Agent | David Rossi x Aaron Hotchner (complete)

1 2 3 4 5

if(youLoveMe) == true | Penelope Garcia x Fem! Reader (coming soon)

GAME OF THRONES

The Mockingbird and the Spider | Varys x Petyr Baelish

THE ORIGINALS

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) | Keelin Malraux x Freya Mikaelson

FIRST KILL

It’s Not That Simple And It’s Not That Strange | Elinor Fairmont x Fem! Reader (in progress)

1 2

SHADOW & BONE / SIX OF CROWS

Love Me Gently | Ivan x Fedyor Kaminsky

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

More Than Just a Rumor | Diego Hargreeves x Reader

RIVERDALE

The Hidden Side of Us | Fangs Fogarty x Fem! Reader

Fandoms I am no longer writing for: Riverdale, The Umbrella Academy

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c o l d | riverdale ; sweetpea

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗 - 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 / 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝

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--- Part 2 of 2. Hours later, it's starting to sink in what's happened. Sweetpea is starting to realize that he definitely feels some kind of way...

↪ pairing / fandom

--- Blossom!Fem!Reader x Sweetpea - Riverdale.

{ Reader will be heavily characterized with red hair/brown eyes as well as personality and female parts and if I make an actual fic from this or inspired by this, she will be an OC.}

↪ warnings

--- Awkward, cute and clumsy beginning stages of... Something. Vaguest mentions of reader's home situation, which she has just left behind. Sweetpea in love because that is a warning in itself and haha the poor doofus doesn't even realize he is in love just yet either..

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--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson this would not have turned out nearly as good as it did if not for you, i luhh you bestie.

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“What the hell is she doin’ here, huh?” Fangs question draws Sweetpea out of his own thoughts and reluctantly, Sweetpea tears his eyes off of you up ahead as you stomp on the dry leaves and splash through the smaller puddles.

“She’s with me, Fogarty. Is that gonna be a problem?”

Fangs gapes up at the taller Serpent. “Come again, Pea?”

“You heard me the first time. She’s with me.. With us now.” Sweetpea is still shocked that the events of hours ago even happened so he definitely still hasn’t quite wrapped his head around his part in said events, let alone the fact that you chose to stay.

That you claim you’re in love with him and he was worth leaving everything behind and getting disowned by your family for. And the fact that he hasn’t processed everything quite yet means that he’s still skittish and he’s definitely waiting on the other shoe to drop. “Look, all I know is that for now, she’s stayin. Y’know how this is gonna go. She’ll get spooked or her boredom will be cured and she’ll go home. But she’s here for now.”

“Mhm, and how did this come about, huh? Where’d you go earlier? Because if memory serves, you left the Wyrm with Little Red too.” Fangs chuckles and nods to you as he adds in a quieter whisper, “What if you’re wrong, huh? What if she sticks around? What if she’s not like everybody else you know, man? What do you know about bein’ with somebody beyond the sexual side of it, Pea? All I’m sayin is you gotta be careful, man…” Fangs trails off, his words dying away under one of Sweetpea’s infamous silencing glares.

Sweetpea’s silencing glare might have worked on everyone else, but it wasn’t working on Fangs. Sweetpea knows this so he swears under his breath and turns his gaze back to where you are. He can see you hugging yourself as the chill in the air gets colder.

“She’s gonna freeze her ass off out here. Didn’t even think to get herself a damn jacket.” Sweetpea mumbles to himself, shaking his head. He glances up at Fangs. “I doubt she sticks around, Fogarty. Look at me, man… Do you really think she’s gonna stay the second she realizes that life isn’t all cushy and warm anymore? Because I don’t.”

“I dunno, man. She seems happier.. I mean, from what I can tell.” Fangs chuckles in amusement because he just has a feeling… Sweetpea is completely wrong about how the situation is going to turn out and he’s about to figure this out for himself.

You’re walking towards him and Fangs notices it… Sweetpea’s doing it again, the thing he always does whenever he catches sight of you in the crowd somewhere. Or when the two of you are sitting in the back of the library in town as you attempt to tutor his best friend. Because Fangs knows about the tutoring sessions and he has for a while now, he was curious about where his best friend kept disappearing to.

A black limousine pulls to a stop and Sweetpea hurries to close the distance between the two of you. The window rolls down and Cheryl Blossom looks from you to Sweetpea. Sensing potential for trouble, Fangs makes his way over, hanging in the back far enough away to seem imposing but close enough that he could hear every heated word exchanged and as soon as he realized what must have happened the night before -and the fact that apparently, Sweetpea never came back to the Wyrm because he was back at his trailer in the trailer park all alone with you, these realizations have Fangs Fogarty gaping, a hand rested at the back of his head as it settles over him.

“I’m not coming back, Cheryl.” you’re firm when you say it. You don’t have any intention to go back to your family and why should you?

It’s not like any of them cared -or bothered to get to know the real you, for that matter. Sweetpea knows more about you than any of your family ever did simply because he asked. Because he wanted to know more about you and he made an effort, even if he was only doing it at first to find things to hold over your head or taunt you and embarrass you with if he needed to do it.

Somewhere along the way, this changed.

“This is beneath you.. If you come back I’ll keep our parents off your back I promise. Just… Please.. I can’t lose you too. I can’t. I won’t.” Cheryl is begging and frantic.

You laugh quietly and shrug. “It wouldn’t matter at all if Jason weren’t dead. I’m the invisible one, or worse, I’m the mistake, remember? Now Mother doesn’t have to see me and be reminded constantly. And I can finally be happy.” as you say it, you lean into Sweetpea’s side and give him this cute little awkward smile when you look up at him. You’re hugging yourself against the cold.

“Him? Of all the boys, it’s really that one? A Serpent?” Cheryl gives Sweetpea a look of disgust.

“Yes, him.” you mumble dreamily.

And there’s something in your eyes that has Cheryl realizing that you’re not changing your mind anytime soon. And you seem happy for once, the happiest she’s ever seen you in your whole life.

“At least let me bring your belongings and visit?” Cheryl pleads. “I’ll bring some things over tonight. When Mother and Father are asleep, okay?”

You eye her warily. This entire time, Sweetpea has been tense and he nudges you to get you to look up at him. “You can change your mind. You probably proved your point, princess…”

“No. No, it’s okay. I.. I don’t wanna, okay? I really meant everything I said. I’d rather die than ever go back there, okay? I… Please don’t make me, I can’t.”

Sweetpea raises both hands and grumbles about how hard-headed you are and how reasoning with you is mission impossible as he walks away to give you a little time and space with your sister.

“You take care of her.” Cheryl’s last words before the window is rolled up on the limousine and it drives away have you laughing to yourself and shaking your head. But you’re a little flustered because now it’s really starting to sink in what you’ve done…

You’re hugging yourself as the chill in the air grows colder and for just a split second, you’re wishing that you would’ve stopped and grabbed yourself a heavier jacket. And then the coldness settling in is gone and it’s replaced by warmth. The smell of leather and cigarette smoke with stale beer mixed in and something woodsy and earthy that always makes you think of Sweetpea.

“You were shaking, red.” Sweetpea speaks up and you nod. He honestly expects you to cast the jacket off and for the reality of what you’ve done to sink in. He wants to believe that you’ll chase down the limo your sister just sped away in, but to his surprise, you smile and hug the jacket around you. But the meaning of a Serpent giving his jacket to a girl isn’t lost on you, so when you ask him a few seconds later if it means anything, Sweetpea wants to tell you the truth -that it means everything and he’s dying for a reason to believe you won’t abandon him when he’s too sullen and too moody like everyone else in his life aside from Fangs and Toni have, but he can’t say the words.

Instead, he shrugs.

“Just means that you were cold and I didn’t want to have t’ find some way to defrost you later, alright? Just wear it.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine. Guys are warmer than girls. Do you always ask this many questions, princess?” Sweetpea is still desperately trying to play tough, but you can see the look in his eyes and you know it like the back of your hand… He’s only doing it because he’s scared.

Maybe he’s as scared of you as you used to be scared of him.

The thought amuses and perplexes you until you realize why he’s scared and why he’s both close and protective and yet somehow distant and aloof all at once.

Maybe he’s afraid you’ll leave sooner or later too.

Maybe you need to show him that you’re serious and you don’t plan to go anywhere unless he wants you to.

You reach out carefully and link your fingers through his as the three of you make your way down a darkened alley to the back entrance of the Wyrm.

#sweetpea #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea x female reader #sweetpea x female reader imagine #sweetpea x female reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works.#-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + hair color + eye color + personality and such ; she's nearly an OC for this fyi.#<- fall into fall 2022 writing #.... would anybody read this if I were to make it into a lil series? because i have a few ideas kicking around in my head... kinda..

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Riverdale S6B Ep. #110 (“Things that go bump in the night”)

I kind of want to believe that this is the show finding its footing after the pandemic. Because Ep. 109 was fanservice to the Bughead fandom that’s been deprived of tailored content for a long time (and Riverdale the Show owes Bughead fandom its longevity). This episode was Riverdale making playful use of all the bits they’ve been setting up and priming us for 14 episodes so far this season!

Oh, and if you’re a big fan of Fangs Fogarty we aren’t friends and you should skip this one.

Heather and Cheryl are catching up about work and life. Heather’s mother is dead, she’s a librarian. Cheryl’s amazing bosoms are fully out. I really admire Heather for being able to keep her pretty eyes only on Cheryl’s face. Either she’s an angelically good person or she is not a natural creature (I am undecided.) Both women confirm that they are currently unattached, and beam at each other about it. Just as Heather is about to catch the bus to Greendale (most public transportation to Riverdale is cut but there’s a MIDNIGHT bus between Greendale and Riverdale? Okay.) Cheryl comes up with a ploy to keep her close.

Cheryl wants to turn Thornhill into a library. “How kismet” is how Heather responds, and this is one of the rare instances when I very much envy Cheryl for her wealth (implied) (Did that all get fixed by the way? The insane building and reconstruction that Cheryl was doing. Or is that Vale Cheryl? I am so confused.)

At the diner, Tabitha delivers bad news to her two important men - Pop Tate and Jughead Jones. I cannot begin to tell you how pleased I am that Jughead gets to have this seat at this table. She was, however, unable to get the diner declared a historic landmark. Tabitha, looking just so pretty in her neat light violet sweater, says she has an idea about how she might save Pop’s anyway.

In the very moodily lit FBI office, Betty Cooper is unloading the discoveries about her childhood trauma to Agent Jillian Drake. She is especially galled by the fact that Alice helped Hal bury a body that “rotted under our family dining table.” The way Betty cracks a joke about this TERRIBLE thing that was happening in her life (her family can be summed up as “Apple pie served over an unmarked grave”) was so sad and dark. I was however distracted by just how much Agent Drake resembles Jughead Jones back in his Serpent days. Dark forelocks flopping over her forehead, sharp eyebrows cutting across pale skin, intense gaze, black leather jacket, a never-ending patience for listening to Betty Cooper talk about her parents, and an impulse to give her very sensible, correct advice in response to trauma-dumping. Even if she turns out to be TBK or whatever it is, I will forever have a soft spot for Agent Drake for being the first and only person to actually tell Betty to move out of Alice Cooper’s house asap. Finally! Finally!! Just like Jughead Jones back in the day, Betty’s revelations of the ugliness of her life makes Jillian Drake want to get closer to Betty, not further.

Betty goes straight to Archie to move in with him. He says yes, and then speaks of himself and that dog Bingo as “us” that would love to have her “for as long as you need.” So Frank definitely doesn’t live here anymore, and when they put the Andrews residence back together nobody created a nook or anything for Jughead Jones in the garage. I’m not bitter, I just want to know what’s going on. And where does Uncle Fucking Frank live, by the way?? Why don’t I know this?

The Gangbangers With Criminal Records, the Mickey and Minnie Mouse King and Queen of the Southside Serpents, the cursed FONI (Toni x Fangs) are getting a very unpleasant reality check from the social worker, who says that Toni being birth mother, college graduate (apparently she also found time to get a Master’s degree??), school counselor, whatever whatever, don’t really count for much in the face of Kevin’s onslaught. Fangs being a hands on dad (according to Toni) isn’t always going to look good to every judge, according to the social worker ally. The fact that we’ve hardly ever seen Fangs actually touch this baby (whereas Kevin did haul the rubber doll all over town when he had to keep the baby safe) undermines all of this. And I don’t know why they won’t talk about RACE as a potential issue - it’s THERE, but the show won’t directly address it.

Tabitha wants to disassemble the diner, keep the entire set of things in storage, then reassemble it in a safer location. Because the land that the diner is on has been claimed via eminent domain. Riverdale being a show about real estate above everything else still holds as a theory, I suppose. Is it because everyone who makes the show on the production side is middle aged? (Middle aged people will discuss real estate non-stop.) (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) Archie is all in, not because he particularly cares about the diner, I don’t think (I mean it’s a place where he experienced his dad get shot so…) but because he despises Percival.

Meanwhile, Jughead has writer’s block yet again. It’s so bad that he’s actually run out of ways to procrastinate. I’m not sure how that’s possible in the age of the smartphone. Just in time, Veronica summons Jughead to the casino via text message.

The last time I can recall Veronica and Jughead interacting in any meaningful way was when she was trying to be a straight housewife for Archie (which neither of them wanted) only to be ditched for exciting all-male fire-quelling activities when she’d gone all out to make a dinner feast. Jughead and she had reached a tacit agreement that he needed to escape that situation with a loaded plate.

I am trying not to do this but I can’t help but compare:

Archie learns that Jughead can read minds and has no interest or use for this whatsoever because a mind is not something you can punch.

Betty learns that Jughead can read minds and goes, How perfect! I’m going to use you to solve my problem that only applies specifically to me and in way that makes you uncomfortable and uneasy that I do not express interest in.

Tabitha learns that Jughead can read minds and goes, If we’re going to be partners in life we need to have respect and boundaries and I must insist that you do not go digging around or dropping in on my thoughts uninvited.

Veronica learns that Jughead can read minds, and she says, Let’s monetize this to “our mutual benefit!” She wants to do a mentalist act to make some quick cash so she can be armed with liquidity to fight off Reggie’s attempt at a hostile takeover.

Jughead pushes back on Veronica’s 60-40 split to insist on 50-50 plus the whole consent and boundaries thing he learned from Tabitha (“We only read the minds of the willing.”)

Archie has assembled his crew (It’s a union job!) which includes Fangs but not Uncle Fucking Frank. The job seems very unusual to me - disassemble a business, with the assurance of reassembling it later.

Then we are treated to a very depressing scene. I mean, all the scenes of FONI are very very depressing. Is this Riverdale’s statement on (bisexuals) being straight? Being in a straight relationship basically triggers some sort of masculinity anxiety in Fangs. He has had no qualms being a freeloader and layabout and also is someone who did not pause for a single second before bringing an arsenal of ILLEGAL GUNS into a relatively small apartment with an infant, but now that he’s been told he will be judged using the mainstream standards of manhood, he is suddenly obsessed with ‘being a provider’ i.e. earning more money (than Toni?). Fangs used to be the calm boyfriend to Kevin, but he’s a shit life partner to Toni and every time FONI come on screen I want to black out from tedium. He is providing Toni with zero emotional support - he just burdens her further with HIS insecurities. It’s very telling to me that he managed to get home EXACTLY AFTER she did all of the labor of caring for and putting to bed the actual baby. Shut the fuck up both of you, about Fangs wanting to be a better father and ‘already being an amazing’ father. This is so awful - a woman trying to keep custody of her child by having to shore up a very shoddy man’s emotional instability on top of everything, essentially begging him to stay with praise. UGH. GO BACK TO CHERYL, ANTOINETTE TOPAZ.

Betty comes home to the cursed Cooper residence to find Polly’s cursed incest children being creepy with a cat that Alice gave them. The statement that Dagwood makes - “We’re going to have so much fun playing with his tail!” - is actually really great as an indicator of evil, because nobody should ever play with a cat’s tail, and giving an animal to kids without imparting this lesson on them is total fail! Dagwood glows red to Betty, so she confiscates Butterscotch the cat (and puts him in a shelter!??). Juniper says something equally creepy - “Bring him back soon so he can catch mice for us”- as Betty backs away.

Archie and his crew (we keep getting close ups of Fangs which made me uneasy) are disassembling Pop’s to very cheerful music, until the gumball machine drops forward and crashes into pieces for no reason.

Betty consults Agent Drake (who I see now has blue cat eyes like Jughead. Okayyy.) about the auras she can see. In a similar vein to Jughead continually being able to find books and answers to esoteric occult techniques related to mindreading, Drake is someone who knows a lot about the paranormal. From the time Polly’s children were babies in bassinets, Betty has been concerned about their being evil. I would hate to have an aunt like this, someone watching for signs of badness and evil in me at all times. This is how you create people who hate themselves. Betty’s nervous little laugh as she worries that Dagwood is “a killer in the making” weirdly made me want to take Dagwood away from her influence. Drake sensibly says that Betty should first get the kids tested for the telltale gene (before jumping to conclusions is left unsaid.).

Dr Curdle Jr is visibly creeped out by the two little tykes when Betty takes them to get the test.

At Thornhill, Heather is doing something with a bundle of sage to both set an intention and ‘cleanse’ the space in order to bring ‘innovation’ into the space. (Instagram is where I learned about sage, and recently Instagram has advised people to not use sage if they’re not Native American.) Heather is dressed like (what else) a sexy librarian while Cheryl is dressed like a sexy bride all in white with a really terrific bosom window (she is the opposite of subtle). Heather says she’s studied Wicca and name drops Hecate. So there’s more bonding, this time over their shared religion, between Heather and Cheryl.

At the cleared-out diner, Archie and his crew are taking a break when Percival enters with Uncle Fucking Frank. Frank offers higher wages, signing bonus and freedom from union dues to abandon the diner project and Andrews Construction. Percival rolls his eyes at the mention of Fred Andrews and for just this, he must die. Fangs is of course very interested in turning coat and joining Percival’s team. He isn’t even subtle about it - he just does it right then and there. Can he die too, please?

To cleanse us of this dankness we are next shown Veronica’s opening song for the mentalist act that she and Jughead have put together. Since the loss of Josie, and with Kevin shunted to the sidelines as whatever his role is currently supposed to be (incipient villain?), the bulk of the musical theater impulses of this show are currently being shouldered by Veronica Lodge and I’m kind of here for it, if for no other reason than her amazing taste in costumes. She’s wearing a top hat with long opera gloves and a sexy leotard and I love her.

She introduces Seer of the Southside, Forsythe the Fantastic .

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER. Just. I love this. It’s so funny - Jughead takes on the “Southside” identity in full now, and for this? Furthermore, Forsythe is a name that he didn’t use in prep school (Bret continually called him Forsythe but he kept telling people to call him Jughead) but did use as his official author name, and now this! Who added the Fantastic? Veronica? Jughead? Together? I want the behind the scene montage of them deciding what sort of outfits to wear and how to title the thing and which aesthetic to present, commissioning the poster from a Veronica crony, getting the costumes tailored and picking them up together, because this whole show is so much fun! I am immensely cheered by this indication that Jughead Jones has developed a really healthy sense of humor about himself.

People love the show and Reggie is pissed.

The diner is fully reassembled the next day. Tabitha stomps off to confront Percival. I absolutely adore the fact that she isn’t afraid of him, not even a little bit. She commits a petty little act of destruction with the cutest little ‘oops’ after yelling at Percival. Unfortunately, Sam (whoever that is) gets electrocuted by the jukebox during the diner dismantling.

The MAOA gene was passed to Juniper but not to Dagwood, so then Drake and Betty put up an ‘aura’ murder board to try to figure out what Betty’s problem is.

Oh? OK. I am slow. This is a blatant thing that the show is doing, giving Drake basically all of Jughead’s physical traits plus slotting her into the role that Jughead used to play in Betty’s life: confidant, sounding board, assistant and guide. Betty is wearing a very strange orange and blue shaggy sweater. They come up with some theory about what her blindspot might be as it relates to the serial killer gene. In order to protect the twins from Percival, Betty decides to move them away from Alice.

Reggie decides to try to blackmail Veronica for a cut of the earnings she’s making with Forsythe the Fantastic. Veronica keeps calling Reggie stupid in the nastiest possible ways (“so unburdened by intelligence”) that is very reminiscent of how Jughead in S1 used to talk to Reggie (“Can you spell it?”). Given the merciless pwning that Riverdale the Show gave the immensely valid and valuable Jeronica fandom earlier in S6, I am very pleased at these crumbs.

Fangs, with his ill gotten gains, has bought a whole car without telling Toni anything about it, which means that the reason he gave for becoming a turncoat (“Toni and I are drowning in legal bills”) was a total lie. He’s also making a white bread and mayonnaise sandwich which I find unforgivable. I will also harp on the fact that fully 22 minutes into this episode where Toni has called him an “amazing father” he has yet to be shown touching the baby in any way whatsoever. Toni yells at him about how Percival is evil incarnate. Archie, bless him, apparently has taught Fangs about how not to get overwhelmed by Percival’s mind control, but you need either a spine or native intelligence to pull this off, so I am going to assume Fangs will fail.

Like all good tail-end Millennials with Instagram-influenced spirituality, Heather and Cheryl in the course of their date have progressed to candles, crystals and tarot cards. Queen of Wands is a ON THE NOSE choice for Cheryl obviously - very literal. Queen because she’s a girl, Wands are the fire suit, and in some meanings she’s meant to represent redhaired fair skinned women. Apparently, Cheryl isn’t all that into tarot, which means Heather packed a tarot card and a handful of tumbled magic rocks with her all the way to Thornhill. The next card is the Lovers (which doesn’t always mean literally lovers but ok) and then comes the Tower. I disagree with Heather about what the Tower card means, but then I like chaos and massive change and the toppling of established order and I guess a lot of people dislike drastic change. The Tower card apparently means Riverdale, to Cheryl.

Outside the hospital room where “Sam” is recuperating, Tabitha tells Archie it’s not possible that there was any sort of electrical problem with the jukebox.

Thanks to the Jeronica connection (oh I wish!) but more likely because he’s finally FINALLLLYYYYY found a friend who treats his current state as being ‘gifted,’ Jughead has found his writing mojo again. His comic seems to be about some woman named “Laura.” The legible panel reads: “Laura had graduated summa cum laude from Centerville University, but these days she was chairing the PTA…” (She has Betty’s haircut and general aspect, even in his chicken-scratch art.)

Veronica comes over to the Jabitha Residence to discuss Reggie blackmailing Veronica. Jughead says he’s ‘never’ liked Reggie from the start, to which Veronica answers, “I know.” Do we know? We do? I guess we do. I can’t off the top of my Riverdale saturated head remember any sort of heart to heart that Reggie and Jughead had. They had people in common, that’s all.

Veronica asks Jughead if he would be willing to mindwipe Reggie - “Not his entire mind, small though it may be.” This is an extremely Jughead Jones turn of phrase. The Jeronica crumbs keep coming! Jughead appears not particularly surprised that Veronica killed Hiram, only that she is telling him about it. He also didn’t go to Hiram’s funeral even for the sake of Veronica, if you recall. Veronica calmly says that she’s made her peace with it. Jughead offers to research to see if a ‘surgical ‘wipe is possible. Jughead has no judgment or editorializing to offer about Veronica’s patricide, which I find lovable.

Tabitha stops by the diner and she sees it all lit up and perfectly furbished again and operational! When she goes inside, the items are real but the people are gone. Ghosts! So she tells Archie that the diner is haunted. Since when it rains it pours, Archie tells her that he’s lost most of his crew to Percival.

Trying to fix things, Archie invites Uncle Fucking Frank to the White Wyrm. Product placement for the Chime card (whatever that is, I don’t know, I’m not in the US) is done in the same vein as having Veronica who can’t be poisoned thoughtfully eating those Smartfood popcorn - the Chime card is something you use to buy Uncle Fucking Frank a day drink in order to find out why he’s so in deep with Evil Incarnate. Is Chime card happy with this? Because I’m very amused.

Archie calls Uncle Fucking Frank straight up FRANK now and I love that. After all this time - all this time!! - absolutely despising Uncle Fucking Frank, I feel extremely validated by how shit he is being. He take the Sainted Fred Andrews’ name in vain, refusing to do something in ‘honor’ of him.

I don’t know how they obtained this but the Lesbian Bughead (Drake and Betty) have managed to get DNA test results for both Cheryl and the woman-killer orderly. They posit that Betty has a blindspot about the MAOA gene. With this bit of business out of the way, Drake wants to know how living with “The Boyfriend” is. She can’t even bear to say Archie’s name??

Tabitha goes to consult the local witch Cheryl (and Heather is there) about the ghosts. They spout a lot of stuff about why ghosts exist (unfinished business, fear of the afterlife etc) but what I’m obsessed with is the fact that Cheryl and Heather have the exact same level of pillowy lips. These three super pretty women join in invoking a magical spell in the diner. When ghosts manifest in Riverdale it gets very cold, and the lights flicker. Heather’s magic is in English and has to be in rhyme (compared to Nana Rose/ Percival’s Latin and Cheryl’s Greek).

One of the ghosts, an old school sassy waitress stereotype named Gilda Snide, does a short exposition dump that 1. the diner is the final battleground between Good and Evil, 2. the ghosts have to preserve the existence of the diner in order to complete their earthly mission of ‘bearing witness’ to the battle and 3. the diner cannot be allowed to be put into storage and must have a continual operational space. (The ghosts refuse to count the franchise that’s opened inside the Babylonium, I suppose? Or the show itself just forgot.)

We also get an explanation for why Percival wants a TRAIN station. The thing he wants to activate is the ‘ghost train’ which scares the ghosts. Heather explains that it’s “an engine that grants great power, dominion over the living and the dead.” Like Jesus? Oh! Like, the Antichrist? Or something? Mythology people help me out - is this - is this Hades?

The theology of the ghosts is very garbled. There have to be witnesses or else the battle between good and evil cannot take place (what sort of battle is this where the witnesses are primary?) which means the eldritch evil cannot be defeated (?). I’d never heard of the mothman before this show (because I don’t consume anything to do with horror) so, same vein, I had never heard of the eldritch evil either. According to TV Tropes this is: type of creature defined by its disregard for the natural laws of the universe as we understand them.

Uh OK then.

Cheryl as audience insert (or rather ME) goes “is it?” in response to Tabitha saying, in the most Jughead Jones jumping to an intuitive conclusion way, IT’S ALL STARTING TO MAKE SENSE. Anyway, they need to rebuild the diner as quickly as possible after moving it off of this location (and saving it from being destroyed outright).

Meanwhile, Alice comes bursting into the FBI walk-in-office to yell at Betty about the custody of the twins. Betty says she’s trying to end the cycle of being raised in a house of evil by the batshit Alice Cooper - and Alice understands immediately what the implications are (“Protect them from me??”), proceeding to truly flip out. Alice Cooper, who has been the major source of persecution and pain in Betty’s life, goes on an absolutely unhinged rant about how she sacrificed things for Betty, that Betty is insane (“conjure up these villains”) and evil (“maybe you’re the villain”). #Hal Cooper Was The Better Parent

Alice Cooper really is the posterchild for how very important abortion rights are. She should never have been made to carry Charles to term. She should’ve had her abortion. This also means she probably would never have had Polly or Betty and there’d be no show, but the way she flips out shows that for her, motherhood was nothing but a series of nightmare sacrifices. It’s that way if you have children when motherhood is a bad idea for you. She wishes on Betty barrenness (ooh echoes back to Rivervale) so that she can be spared having to know Alice’s pain. I think this is a powerful self reveal. Alice wishes she hadn’t had children. In a fit of anger, she says “so you don’t have to experience the things that you’ve made me endure” which is actually the opposite of what you should be saying, if you mean that as a curse. The common curse is actually, I hope you have a child exactly like you so you can suffer exactly like I did, isn’t it? During the course of this rant, in which she calls Betty “a bad person,” Alice glows very red.

In order to maintain the continuum (the booths, the counter and the jukebox are key), Tabitha asks Archie for permission to set up the diner in the El Royal. Archie agrees, smiling as he says he ain’t afraid of no ghosts. Uncle Fucking Frank who apparently was lurking in the doorway just like the other Percival Minion Alice Cooper, has apparently overheard the majority of this. He says that he’s seen the light, so with the help of St Fred, he wants to find his way back to the good side. Archie hugs Frank and I still hate Frank.

I can’t believe I’m just noticing this now but - Archie and Tabitha have a relationship

entirely separate from their connection to Jughead or Betty or Veronica. I’ve been lowykey worried about Tabitha being killed or written off in some way (because of leftover Sweet Pea trauma) but they wouldn’t dare do that now, would they? WOULD THEY?

Later, Barchie are having pillow talk, and they tell each other about their problematic family members. They’re so cute, sometimes. Betty having a nice boyfriend to cuddle up to after her rough day makes me happy.

Jughead Jones is just having a really good time developing his talents. I wish they did more with his HOH status but regardless, he’s very motivated by the thought of doing a precision hit type of brain damage to Reggie Mantle. In order to distract Reggie enough to leave his ‘subconscious’ unguarded, Jeronica (I’m just going to call them that here) give Reggie his cut of the pay in small bills, forcing him to count it.

They do that lovely artsy transition - Jughead in the real world concentrates and Forsythe the Fantastic finds himself in the target’s mindspace. Reggie’s mind has football paraphernalia, gambling items, a Mantle Motors sign, and a comic book box which Jughead didn’t even have to ask him to envision. Jughead finds the relevant memory and rips it out in a violent way. Veronica has handed Reggie the cut in a disorganized cluster of $10 and $50 bills (which I guess was supposed to prevent us the viewers from estimating what 20% of the mentalist act is = how much they made). When Veronica snatches back the money, Reggie cannot recall what he was blackmailing her for. This is very spooky.

The ghosts of the diner (which Tabitha can just casually see now, by the way) have emptied out the essential furniture in anticipation of the big move. These ghosts are superpowerful. Didn’t Patrick Swayze have a much harder time with this in Ghost?

Cheryl points out to Heather that what she did at the diner was necromancy. NECROMANCY! Heather says she was raised by the witches of a very powerful coven. She comes out as a witch to Cheryl. Then she gets Cheryl to admit that she herself is a witch. Cheryl demonstrates her pyrokinesis powers to Heather. Witches being a metaphor for lesbianism or equated with lesbianism is as old as at least Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Cheryl asks for formal lessons from the coven-trained Heather. She looks so vulnerable and perfect and beautiful, so of course Heather has to touch her and say yes.

Can we keep Heather? Please? Pretty please?

Meanwhile, Reggie is proving everyone wrong who called him a dullard or dumb (especially Jeronica) because he knows exactly who did something to damage his mind, and tells Percival about it. I do not like what the glint in Percival’s eye might mean for Jughead. Whenever Jughead Jones scores a point, he tends to lose a lot.

Betty shows up to help but she can see the red glow on Uncle Fucking Frank. Is she wearing Archie’s shirt? I feel like Archie was wearing the flannel she is wearing. Archie calls Frank ‘Uncle Frank’ when he tells that bastard that his evil intentions have been discovered. He was going to sabotage the continuum of Pop’s. Uncle Fucking Frank tries to sucker punch Archie with a fistful of palladium, but of course, Archie is invulnerable and ready to fight. Uncle Fucking Frank takes off.

The transition of the diner to the El Royal location was seamless enough to please the undead.

Speaking of death - Fangs comes home to Toni having prepared a dinner, dressed up, and she begins to APOLOGIZE to him about having been too independent. I WANT TO POKE MY EYES OUT. And then she says the most horrible thing: Maybe we should get married. When Fangs, who is pleased as punch to have her abase herself in this way (Please kill him. Can Baby Anthony kill him? Please?).

We are treated to a hideous flashback (everything FONI is so very cursed) where the social worker tells Toni that the way POC couple FONI can defeat white-gay Kevin is to present the most heteronormative front possible. Basically, pitting racism v. homophobia. Toni lies in her proposal to Fangs, but kind of like how Veronica couldn’t bear to say things that were not her heart in the break up with Reggie, she doesn’t say she loves Fangs or wants to make a life with him, and oh god this is so awful.

Lesbian Bughead are trying to figure out why Betty could see Alice’s aura. Drake really is just Jughead - she says everything about Betty stems from trauma and that Betty isn’t wrong (because Jughead also never liked to say Betty was wrong) but that this is potentially an expansion of her powers - she might be able to sense physical or emotional danger.

Betty then does what she used to do to Jughead all the time - tell a lie by omission. She saw an aura around herself, describes her worries about what this means, but won’t say it’s herself.

Shout out to the brilliant memes about how Betty staring appalled at her red glowing self in the mirror was the manifestation of her internalized homophobia - I see what you meant now!

#i am finally all caught up!#anti fangs fogarty #agent drake = girl jughead jones #riverdale episode 110 #riverdale season 6 #riverdale episode 6.15 #riverdale opinion #Riverdale s6 #riverdale recap #riverdale episode recap

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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*Fangs Fogarty/reader 🌙werewolf AU sorry I typed fast 😅

Aw no worries!

Fangs Fogarty/Reader 🌙 werewolf AU

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"I feel bad.. I didn't know it was like; a thing..."

"It's not like you called me a filthy mutt or anything; you jsut said I was a lap dog; that's not that bad."

"Betty said it was.."

"Betty gets prissy when someone says her fur is dirty blonde; she's one of those werewolves that's waaayyyyy too concerned with apperance."

"Oh, and you're not?"

"Well I am; but you called me your lap dog; that's a big difference to say lap dog."

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yourjughead · 3 months

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Begin Again

Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Sweet Pea is longing to have you be his again after a drunken mistake he made a few years ago.

A/N: Short-ish, fluffy.

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“Pea, do we have to do this every day?”

“Only until you say yes YNN” the tall Serpent practically towered over you as he leaned across the Whyte Wyrm bar top where you polished glasses.

“SP, give it a break, you're sounding desperate” Fangs smirked at his best friends daily ritual, sliding onto a barstool next to him.

“I'm just looking for another chance is all”

“Pea one of these days I'm gonna roll my eyes so hard at you I'm gonna go blind” you gently patted his shoulder smilingly before moving down the bar to take another Serpents drink order. Jugheads birthday party getting into the full swing of things.

“You've worked so hard to get back to this place SP, are you sure you want to risk losing it all again”

“Fangs, I just know we're supposed to be more but maybe it's time to just call it” Sweet Pea watched your outline drift into the sea of Serpents as you moved from behind the bar with a tray of drinks. You had known one another for over two decades, raised in the shadow of this very bar. Partners in crime with a healthy dose of one-sided outwards pining but mutual feelings. The two of you had dated before, it crashing and burning almost two years ago.

Sweet Pea scanned the room, his gaze landing on Veronica Lodge, laughing with her Riverdale counterparts.

“Ugh I know that look” Fangs followed his glance before taking a swig from his drink.

“What?”

“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and pretend it's yn because that's who I really want but can't have, look”

“Sounds like it needs a rebrand” Sweet Pea chuckled in return before pushing off the bar and strolling over to reacquaint himself with the raven haired girl boss. He squished into the booth alongside the Northsiders and began to work his magic on Veronica as you rejoined Fangs at the bar, apron and drink in hand.

“Finished for the night YNN?”

“Yeah, right on time to watch that trainwreck” you plastered a smile across your face that didn't quite reach your eyes as you took a deep drink from your glass and threw the apron around the other side of the bar.

“I know you want him back and you're scared what happened…will happen again”

“Woah Dr. Fogarty when's the daytime advice show airing?” you laughed as Fangs joined you. Fangs passed his drink from his hand to yours, taking your empty glass. You tore your eyes from the booth and landed them on Archie Andrews, back fresh from active duty. He moved through the crowd heading back to his friends from the bathroom.

“Oh god, not that look”

“What?”

“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and distract myself from the deep unresolved feelings I have towards Sweet Pea, look”

“A rebrand should be considered” he laughed at you and your similarities to Sweet Pea. He considered a career in behavioural psychology as you sprung from your chair with a fresh drink and swanned over to Archie.

The night took a very drunk turn from there, for all parties involved. Dancing and drinking and shameless flirting were heavy themes of the night. You felt Archie's hands trace your hips as you both swayed to the music growing in volume. Throwing your head back laughing at whatever Archie said, his mouth quickly attached to your neck. Your surprise turned to rising pleasure and then very quickly to shock as the red head was suddenly pulled back from you.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself Andrews!” Sweet Pea stepped between the both of you, pushing Archie backwards by the chest.

“Sweet Pea leave it” you tried to pull him by the shoulder back only to have him shrug you off and whip around back to you.

“You're being stupid YN” you scoffed at him as Archie began to give out again. Sweet Pea whirled around, his bare fist meeting the side of Archie's jaw. Fangs launched himself from the bar, Jughead following suit, attempting to separate the two of them as they began to brawl. Your head started to swirl from the alcohol, fed up with the boys in front of you, you separated from them, and out the door.

You made it a little way along the road up from the bar as Sweet Peas drunken gait met you.

“YN, where are you going!?”

“Away from you!” You shouted back, matching his tone. He reached you quickly, catching your wrist and turning you to face him.

“Let go of me!”

“YN when are we going to stop pretending you don't still have feelings for me!” His wild eyes searched yours for answers, wishing to not hear what you said next.

“When are you going to stop pretending you didn't hurt me!” You snatched back your wrist and stomped in the direction of home again.

“YN, that was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake, she didn't mean anything to me-”

“-then why'd you do it?” You suddenly turned again, bumping into his chest. The street lights cut through the night as you bite back alcohol induced tears.

“I… I don't have any excuses. I've said I'm sorry but I'll say it again, I'll never stop saying it. I made out with that girl. I did and I have never not regretted it, I'm sorry” you looked into his genuine eyes as they dampened with tears. He caught hold of your shoulders and stepped in closer.

“YN, I am sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I said I'd be happy to have you in my life even just as a friend, that I'd make peace with whatever scraps you'd give me but….I need you. I need you to be mine again and I need you to need me” he gulped at the end of his confession and then leaned in to meet your lips. A flush of memories enveloped both of you, warm and comforting, familiar and pure. You separated again, dismay painting your face but not as much as Sweet Pea’s when the palm of your hand sailed across his face.

“That…That was for drunkenly kissing that girl the first night we went long distance” you then shoved him backwards, tears now streaming down your face as you gritted out “That…that was for once again getting behind the walls I built to keep you away” you grabbed the collar of his shirt then, hauling him back to you again. He went willingly, too dumbfounded to put up a fight. You pulled him down to meet your lips again prior to pushing him back, still holding his collar.

“And that…that was for making me want to try again” he gently lowered down your hands, keeping them in his. You rested your head off his chest, he dropped your hands and draped his arms over you, pulling you in. You both stood there for a long time in the glow of the street lights above you.

“Fangs owes me 100$”

“Why?” you laughed into him, reaching for his hand and pulling him into a walk again, not really sure what direction you were heading in.

“He said I'd never wear you down again, bet 100$ two years ago when we started being friends again”

“You owe me half of that” you smiled.

“I owe you everything

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ao3feed--bughead · 5 months

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No crossing borders anymore

by Ace_Fanboy0405

Things are hard when you’re the modern version of Romeo and Juliet, especially when you get pregnant with seventeen.

Betty and Jughead had their plans, they would graduate and finally leave this hellhole called Riverdale.

Being apart of the Serpents comes with certain dangers though.

Words: 3816, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Jughead x Betty works

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, FP Jones II, Archie Andrews, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Fangs Fogarty

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Violence, Blood and Violence, Minor Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kidnapping, Teenage Pregnancy, Protective Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Betty Cooper Loves Jughead Jones, Secret Relationship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52989868

#ao3feed #fanfic #bughead #bughead fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #jughead x betty #betty x jughead

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Sweet Pea & Fangs//3..2..1

Request: Can you do a polymory imagine with fangs and Sweet Pea where the reader is pregnant and it's twins but one is fangs and the other is sweet peas or something please thanks.

hey! i hope you like this! it’s very sweet and domestic and cute! there’s like one mention of sex...because duh. there’s also excited/idiotic sweet pea and fangs and that’s my favourite kind of sweet pea and fangs! byeee ✌️

Sunshine warms your face while the cold glass of lemonade chills your hands. A small breeze shakes the leaves of the large oak tree providing some much needed shade to half of your body and you tip your head back against the wooden chair.

Your eyes flutter closed and you place a hand over your stomach, your bump now ready to pop and you give it a small stroke, just to let your babies know that you’re still here. The world moves around you, cars go past, neighbours talk over fences and birds sing in trees. But you stay perfectly still, content with how you’re own little world is right now.

You can hear Sweet Pea and Fangs in the spare bedroom. Their muffled voices singing along to some old song playing on the radio and every few seconds you hear a laugh making the smile grow on your lips.

Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Nobody thought you’d get to this point, not even yourselves. You thought you’d be destined to remain in Riverdale for the rest of your life, after all, nothing good happens to Southside Scum.

But here you are. Eight and a half months pregnant with twins and sat on the porch while your fiancé’s paint the nursery and sing.

“Are you having a good day?” You ask and look down. Your wiggle your toes in an attempts to see them over your bump, but it’s no use and you let out a defeated sigh, sitting back again. You feel something move and you shift excitedly. “Hi! Are you guys awake in there?” You huff at the feeling of them kicking but force a smile onto your face anyway.

They may be cute, but it doesn’t mean the kicking doesn’t hurt. And even though you’ve loved spending every day for almost 9 months with them, it is getting a little more difficult to carry them around now. You’ll miss them when they’re out and here in the real world, but a small part of you is looking forward to it. Just so when you do get twenty minutes to sleep in between feeds, you’ll be able to sleep comfortably.

“Can you hear your dads?” You wonder and they move around, almost as if they’re answering. Sweet Pea belts out the last few words to Celine Dion and you smile softly. “They’re painting your room for you. Neither of them can settle on a colour so this is the third change they’re made. But everything else is ready for you. We’re just waiting on you to decide when you want to meet us. And whenever that is, we’ll be waiting for you.” You whisper the last part, resting your hand down flat and a foot kicks against it. “Do you want more lemonade?” You ask and there’s another kick. “Me too.” You nod and take a sip

“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts and making you throw the liquid over yourself.

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to scare the babies out of her.” Fangs scolds, quickly following him and you roll your eyes at the two of them. You grab the napkins from the glass table and start dabbing at your now wet clothes. “Holy shit!” Fangs’ eyes widen as he pushes past Sweet Pea to get onto the porch.

“What?” Sweet Pea follows, shoving him to stand in front of you and his eyes widen at the sight. “Fuck, I didn’t actually scare the babies out of you did I? Okay, Fangs get the bags, I’ll get the car. This is what we’ve been training for!” He rambles and Fangs nods frantically. Both of them rush off in different directions, before you get the chance to see anything and you pull a face.

“3..2..1.” You mumble and check your phone. When you look back up, they’re both stood in front of you.

“You’re not actually in labour are you?” Fangs asks and you shake your head.

“Nope. I just got a fright and split my drink.” You explain.

“Oh thank god. We are not ready for actually labour yet.” Sweet Pea lets out a relieved sigh and you and Fangs stare at him, alarm evident on both of your faces.

“Well that’s not concerning at all.” You say and Sweet Pea forces a smile.

“Anyway.” He sits down beside you. “What’s new with you?”

“Since you saw me an hour ago?” You ask and he nods. Fangs rolls his eyes playfully and sits on the other side as you. “Well, your children decided to kick me for a little bit.” You shrug and they smile down at your stomach. Both of them reach forward and place a hand on the rounded bump and warmth floods your chest.

You place your own over the two of them and the three of you sit in silence for a few minutes, basking in the peace while you still have it. This is one of the last times it’s just going to be the three of you.

Soon you’re family will grow to five and that excites and terrifies the life out of you. But knowing Sweet Pea and Fangs are here for it too and are just as terrified as you are, reassures you that no matter what happens, you’ll be okay.

They’ve never let you down before, you don’t think they could if they tried.

“Okay. I have a theory.” Fangs starts and Sweet Pea groans in annoyance. You look at him amused before switching your attention to Fangs.

“Not this theory again.” Sweet Pea shakes his head and Fangs tuts, before grinning at you.

“What theory?”

“Do you think there’s a possibility that one of those is mine and the other is Sweet Pea’s?” He asks and glances at your stomach. Your eyebrows furrow as you look between the two of them.

“Are you being serious?”

“Unfortunately he is.” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “He’s been convinced. I think the looming threat of fatherhood is making him go slightly crazy.” He adds and Fangs throws a balled up napkin at him.

“I’m being serious. Think about it, the logistics make it feasible.”

“Did he just liken our sex lives to a logistic?” You ask Sweet Pea and he nods, letting his head drop into his hands.

“I’m just saying.” Fangs throws his hands up defensively. “It could happen.”

“I think that’s very unlikely.” You shake your head.

“Ah, but it does happen though.” Fangs replies and pulls his phone from the front pocket of his overalls.

He looks absolutely ridiculous in them, well at least that’s what you and Sweet Pea have been telling him ever since he put them on. But he doesn’t seem to care, he’s just been strutting around the house in them and posing in every mirror he passes.

“See, look. There’s tons of articles about it happening.” Fangs says, throwing you his phone. Sweet Pea catches it before it hits you in the face and you lean over his shoulder to read.

“Yeah, but what are the actual odds. You’d need a miracle for that.” You say, rolling your eyes while shifting.

“Don’t doubt the universe. It works in mysterious ways, we all know that.” Fangs replies, downing the rest of his water. You and Sweet Pea share a look, a look reserved only for Fangs, but a sharp pain through your stomach changes your slightly bemused expression to one of pure pain.

“Shit.” Sweet Pea stands up and frantically looks around.

“What? What is it?” Fangs asks, now also panicked as he looks from Sweet Pea to you. His eyes widen as he slowly realizes what’s happening and within seconds he’s running into the house to grab your bags.

Sweet Pea helps you stand and you grab his hand, squeezing hard as a contraction comes. Fangs stumbles back through the door, three bags hanging off his arms as he struggles to lock the door and then he’s rushing down the porch steps and chucking the bags in the trunk of the car.

“Careful!” Sweet Pea shouts at him and then he looks back at you and his expression softens. Fangs runs back up the stairs and stands on the other side of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and the three of you struggle down the stairs.

“Fuck!” You shout, gaining the attention of a few neighbours and Sweet Pea and Fangs smile apologetically to them. “Forget about them, I’m about to push your giant babies out me.” You groan and the two of them share a look.

“We really are going to need a miracle.” Sweet Pea mumbles and Fangs nods quickly.

“I heard that.” You seethe and squeeze his hand again. A high pitched yelp escapes his lips and he looks at you surprised.

“Contraction?” He asks.

“No.” You glare at him and he gulps.

It turns out the universe does work in mysterious ways and getting to this point in your lives wasn’t the only miracle it was working on.

Because after you and Sweet Pea caved about a DNA test just to shut Fangs up, it was proved that he was in fact right. Which was definitely a miracle.

Right now though, as Sweet Pea and Fangs stare down at new lives they created, you know you’ll never doubt the universe ever again.

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Two Player Game

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You watched him. Watched him as he shared glances with the girl. Shared smiles. You couldn't care less. Even if Fangs was your boyfriend, you weren't gonna stop him from seeing her. But you sure as hell were gonna destroy him for thinking he could play you, (Y/N) Peabody.

Did you want to stab him?

Yes.

Were you going to?

No. Not yet anyway.

You didn't need another assault charge on your record. You chose to play a familiar game. If he wanted to cheat, he could do so with as many people he wanted. You were gonna do the same while making the guilt eat him alive. Playing the oblivious boyfriend was easy. Almost too easy.

"Do you think Fangs would like a movie date?" You asked Toni, giving her a smile. Guilt flashed in her and Pea's eyes. She nodded, smiling.

"He'd love that." She replied.

Bitch.

You nodded, let out a soft hum. Fangs walked over, sitting down beside you.

"Hey, babe." You cooed, kissing his cheek. Fangs gave you a smile.

"You're not gonna eat?" He asked. You shook your head, running your fingers through his hair. Fangs started to eat, eyes flickering over to the girl multiple times. You wanted to grab his neck and just choke him but held back.

"Do you wanna go to the movies tonight? Or do you have another study group thing?" You asked. Fangs frowned.

"Sorry, baby, I really wanna get my grades up. As soon as the next report card comes in, I'll take you out." You almost laughed. Almost. You sighed.

"Feels like we haven't gone on a date in forever." You rested your head on your fist, looking away from him. Fangs immediately reached for your hand and held it.

"I know, I'm sorry." He apologized. You squeezed his hand, giving him a smile.

"I'm glad you're focusing on your grades, babe." You said, giving him a proper kiss. You almost recoiled. He tasted like gloss. Fangs gave a bright smile, going back to eating. You couldn't wait to tell your sister.

Penny cracked up.

"Gloss? Like lipgloss?"

"Yeah! You know that sheer lipgloss chicks smear over their lips? That type of shit." Penny laughed, shaking her head. You rolled your eyes.

"He's so.. Stupid. They both make it so obvious. I can't wait to see his face when he realizes that I know." You grinned. Penny faced you, placing a plate of food infront of you.

"And you're not hurt at all?" She asked. You cleared your throat, shaking your head.

"I already punched and broke something." You said, glancing at the doorway when someone walked in. You started eating, watching Malachai. Penny stepped off to answer a phone call.

"What brings you here?" Malachai asked.

"Telling my sister about my dick of a boyfriend. What's new with you?" You asked. Malachai raised his brows.

"The shortie? What did he do?"

"Cheat." You were comfortable with Malachai. Especially after he took your sister in.

"Must have some big ass balls." Malachai crossed his arms. You snorted.

"Barely." You two chuckled. You looked at Malachai, realizing he was perfect for your game. You finished up eating, taking the plate to the sink and starting to wash it.

"You know... I could use a friend." You started, glancing at him. Malachai cocked an eyebrow, watching you dry your hands and look at him.

"Oh?" He stepped closer, hand coming up to your hip. You nodded, staring up at him. Malachai quickly pinned you to the counter, face close to yours. Your phone vibrated and you took it out, looking down at the text from Fangs, saying he was gonna stay at Kevin's for the night. Your jaw clenched. Maybe you were a little hurt. Malachai gently took the phone out of your hand and began to kiss the side of your face. You let out a laugh, turning your head to capture his lips.

"Seriously?" Penny huffed. You chuckled, looking at her while Malachai ignored her, hands wondering. You knew Fangs had done more than kiss the chick, so you planned to do more than that with Malachai.

It felt nice. It was nice to wake up to a handsome face. It was nice hearing his gruff voice, asking if he wanted pancakes or eggs. It was nice to finally feel loved again.

"Am I gonna see you again?" Malachai asked, leaning against his doorway. You laughed softly, shrugging.

"Maybe.." You cooed. Malachai sucked his teeth, watching you with soft yet predatory eyes.

"If I have nothing to do, I'll stop by tomorrow." You said. Malachai grinned.

"You better. You know I'll show up at the Northside and show that dumbass I'm better than him." You wouldn't mind that.

"One day, you will." You cooed, leaning up and kissing him. Malachai hummed, arms wrapping around you and attempting to pull you back inside but you pulled back and shook your head. You went over to your motorcycle, getting on. You drove back onto the Northside, pulling up at the school.

"Hey, where were you?" Toni asked. You licked your lips, turning off your bike.

"At my sisters place." You replied. Toni and Sweet Pea shared an uneasy look.

"What? I can't be with family?" You questioned.

"It's not like that, (N/N)." Toni placed a hand on your arm. Her eyes flickered to your neck but she stayed silent. You watched her, offering a small smile. You looked over at Fangs who was talking with the girl. You played with your keys, watching as she laughed and touched his arm. She got closer to him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. You decided to throw the plan out the window. He wasn't gonna make a fool of you. You took out your phone, sending Malachai and Penny a text.

Your day had gone by so slow. Kissing, hugging, and just plain out touching someone who stunk of perfume sucked. But the day was over and a grin stretched out on your face when you saw the red car pull up. You quickly approached it, tossing your bike keys to your sister. You didn't even have time to talk before Malachai had scooped you up into his arms and kissed you. Penny snorted and you could feel the Serpents intense gazes burning into your back. You were probably gonna be exiled, but did you give a shit? Not really.

Is this bullshit? Absolutely. Was I halfasleep writing this? Absolutely.

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