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wellthebardsdead · 10 months

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Clockwork Heart pt8

Part 7 here

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Urag: You believe Ancano stole my sons book?

Enthir: Yes. It’s the only explanation I can think of. Wyrm is more attached to that thing than his prosthetic arm.

Savos Aren: I’ll be sure to inform the other professors to keep a close eye on him but for your sons sake I think it’d be best to place a curfew on the arcanum. Nobody allowed in or out after certain hours.

Urag: I, already have a curfew though Savos, the doors are locked by 9pm when my son and I retire for the evening.

Enthir: how did he get in here then?…

Urag: The midden entrance perhaps but I keep that locked at all times after those students failed that summoning ritual.

Savos: I will see to it the locks are changed then… *sighs looking at the mess of broken wood and torn books* I’ll send some students up to assist in cleaning. At least it was only the general reading section and not something more important.

Urag: *nods* aye… *looks through the hole in the wall hearing soft crying still* I understand he did wrong, losing his temper as he did and causing such destruction but… is this punishment necessary?… he worked so hard on them…

Savos Aren: we can’t risk a repeat of this happening again… they have to be disassembled entirely. I’m sorry my friend.

*meanwhile*

Wyrm: *sitting on the floor of his bedroom, sobbing as he disassembles his automatons. Pulling apart all his hard work piece by piece and separating them into crates, unaware of the truth of who took his book, none of his questions answered, only knowing he caused immense destruction and now has to pay dearly for it* I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… *sniffles pulling the dynamo core out of the centurions chest, watching its eyes go dark and lifeless before pulling out the soul gems* goodbye friend. *sniffles putting them into another crate as he starts pulling the torso apart*

Urag: *peers in quietly* pup?…

Wyrm: *trying to hold in his hiccups, whole body visibly shaking as he pulls apart his robots* th-they didn’t do anything wrong, I m-made them do it, why d-do they have to go?…

Urag: *heart breaking seeing his son so destroyed, but nods knowing he has no choice in the matter* yes son, you can use the parts for other projects but-

Wyrm: e-even mr wrench? *looks over at his desk to a tiny dwarven spider with a wrench in place of a front leg*

Mr Wrench: *activates hearing his name and stretches out it’s legs before boppling it’s way over thinking he needs to assist him*

Urag: *knowing it’ll break his heart if he says yes* …No son, I think we can keep him, he’s, he’s harmless, I’m sure Savos will allow it… *kneels down beside him and pulls him into a hug* shhh don’t cry… I’m sure in a few months he’ll of forgotten and you can rebuild them.

Wyrm: I-it took me so much work to make them! They won’t be the same if I rebuild them! I like them as they are! They’re m-my… *looks at his hand as mr wrench scuttles in ready for command but seemingly attempting to comfort him* they’re my friends…

Urag: *looks at him feeling a mix of terrible emotions. Anger this happened in the first place, that his sons book was stolen. Heartbreak to see him so distraught over having to dismantle his hard work… and like he’d failed as a parent, like he’d protected him too hard to the point his only friends were machines he’d cobbled together* Oh Wyrm…

*that evening after Urag retires for bed*

Wyrm: *said goodnight to his father a few hours ago, now dressed for bed after dinner and a hot bath, quietly opening the door to the safe in his room and staring at his book* … *opens it to see the page still blank, and the others indecipherable* …UGHH!! *throws it into the safe and slams it shut locking it tight* I HATE YOU! WHY ARE YOU SO IMPORTANT TO ME?! WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT!! *screams and stomps his feet in a mix of anger and grief* WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOSE CONTROL LIKE THA-AHH-mphhh!! *jumps and squirms helplessly as a pair of familiar, strong arms take possession of him, one wrapped firmly around him, and the other over his mouth*

Ancano: My goodness still continuing your tantrum I see. It’s a good thing your room is sound proof, even with the big hole in your door, it’s a wonder the whole collage can’t hear you.

Wyrm: *sniffles and hiccups, big tears pouring down his face as he tries to look back at him in annoyance and indignation at his valid pain and anger being referred to as a tantrum* Mmp-mmm… *shivers as ancano suddenly releases his hold from his body to dry his tears*

Ancano: Shhh, I’m sorry little Pearl. I was only teasing, don’t look at me like that. Im going to let go of your mouth now, and you’re going to talk at a reasonable volume. Okay? *lets him go*

Wyrm: *hiccups and just continued crying in frustration and hurt* I d-don’t want to talk to you- I- *hiccups before grabbing the gauntlets from his desk and throwing them at him, only getting angrier as they miss him* Take them back! TAKE THEM BA-

Ancano: *steps closer and closes the gap between them with a very forceful, deep kiss, silencing the smaller elf as he does so* Mm- *grabs Wyrm around the waist and lifts him up onto his desk, standing in between his legs*

Wyrm: *Lets out a startled cry as his first kiss is stolen from him, his voice muffled by the altmers lips against his. Unable to fight, too drained to even use magic to push him away, and unsure if he even wants to push him away as he sheepishly places his hand against the taller elfs shoulder, not knowing whether to push or pull* mmm- *shudders and tries to wiggle his hips to get away only to be pulled closer, his trembling body, still shaking with pent up emotions and the hiccups pressing against the thalmor agents stronger frame as he holds him prisoner in an unwanted kiss*

Ancano: *pulls away finally, leaving the dunmer gasping softly between sniffles and spasms of his diaphragm and his lips swollen with a soft tint of pink to them* now then, *gently grasps his chin with his hand* Are you going to calm down and talk? Or will I have to gag you with another kiss until you learn to behave?

Wyrm: *face flushed with a confusing cocktail of emotions, anger, annoyance, shyness, embarrassment, and several others he’d never experienced before as his body suddenly feels unusually hot and sensitive* I-I’ll b-behave *hiccups* s-sir…

Ancano: *amber eyes flashing with slight arousal from finally being regarded with some authority by the younger elf* Good boy little Pearl… *gently dries his face with his hand* shhh no more crying. I’m sorry for upsetting you, I merely wanted to come and see if you were alright after hearing about this morning. And clearly, you’re not.

Wyrm: *sniffles and shakes his head looking down shyly* s-somebody s-stole my book a-and I blacked out, I- I woke up to papa holding me and I broke my door and destroyed a lot of books w-with my machines. Th-the arch mage made me dismantle them all. *chokes back another sob*

Ancano: What? *finally notices the centurion and other automatons he’d assumed were statues are missing from the room* How awful, all because you were upset and you’re being punished for it? *gently tucks a strand of Wyrms hair behind his ear* Who could be so cruel as to steal from you?

Wyrm: *sniffles* I-I don’t know, nobody will tell me, I don’t think they know either. I don’t know wh-what happened or why I got so upset over it, I know it’s the only thing I have to find out who I really am but- a-after today I don’t want to find out anymore… I-It made me attack the arcanum- I- *grips onto Ancanos robe, balling his hand into a fist as tears bubble back down his face and he bursts into another sobbing fit* I h-hurt papa! *falls into his arms weeping, just wanting comfort, over tired, hurt and heartbroken*

Ancano: Oh little Pearl. *gladly embraces him and strokes his hair, and smirks knowing he’s got him fooled* I’m sure he forgives you… *suddenly pulls him from the desk and into his arms, carrying him to the bed to tuck him in* Who could ever be angry at you?…

#ancano #Wyrm dragonborn #sotha sil #urag gro shub

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thecreaturecodex · 3 years

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Dragon, Yellow

“Citrine Dragon” © Robert Burke Games, by Kerem Beyit. Accessed at his deviantArt gallery here

[Commissioned by @mr-w-rambles. Folks, this is the longest single creature entry I’ve ever written. See ya, hordlings! It’s also my first true dragon. Which, taking the Pathfinder Bestiary format, means a table and three whole stat blocks. Tumblr handles tables poorly, so I’ve put those below the cut as image files--they’re a bit jarringly large, but they’re still legible.

There have been two different versions of the yellow dragon, one from the 1990 Draconomicon, which lives in deserts, and this one, from Dragon Magazine, which is semi-aquatic. The article it comes from uses color theory to predict the breath weapons of the “missing dragons”, so it gets a bit weird. The yellow dragon itself evolved through its three iterations. The 1e version is a pretty standard dragon, the 2e version is wingless and flies magically, and the 3e version (from Dragon Compendium Vol. 1) is incredibly dexterous for a dragon. I went with the 3e concept, but toned it down (as all dragons have been toned down in the shift from 3.x to Pathfinder). This is also a dragon that might play a little weirdly. Its AC is even better than the inflated AC for dragons, but its damage dealing capabilities are pretty pathetic. It also inflicts more status conditions than usual for a dragon. The CR on this is somewhat of a stab in the dark, comparing it to core Pathfinder dragons. Let me know if you think it needs further adjustment.]

Dragon, Yellow This dragon’s long, serpentine body is covered in yellow scales, flecked with green and white. It has no wings, but moves through the air with surprising grace. Its eyes are sea green and somewhat beady, and multiple ridges run along its skull and body, giving it a streamlined appearance.

Yellow dragons live at the convergence of air, earth and water. They are found on sandy beaches, coral reefs, salt marshes and mangrove forests. The scales of a yellow dragon remain small throughout the creature’s entire life, giving them a supple skin and a glittering appearance. They can breathe a cone of pressurized brine, which deals as much damage above as below water. They are carnivores, with a taste for desiccated and heavily salted meat. They are physically weak by the standards of dragons, but are remarkably nimble, and can maneuver in three dimensions in multiple kinds of terrain. Yellow dragons prefer to make hit and run attacks, stopping to make full attacks only when opponents are blinded and agonized by salt crystals.

Yellow dragons are cruel and temperamental creatures. They often make raids inland to attack settlements of intelligent creatures, and savor the meat of humanoids for special occasions. They may ally with sahaugin or other evil aquatic creatures, but yellow dragons feel clearly that they are the dominant party in the relationship. Yellow dragons fear bronze dragons above all others, as the bronze dragons are larger and better spellcasters besides. Almost all yellow dragons take spells that protect them from electricity once they are capable enough spellcasters. Yellow and black dragons sometimes have overlapping territories, but the two species keep a wary distance from each other.

Yellow Dragon LE dragon (air, water) Base Statistics CR 3; Size Tiny; Hit Dice 3d12 Speed 60 ft., burrow 30 ft., swim 60 ft. Natural Armor +3; Breath Weapon cone of salt, 2d4 bludgeoning and acid Str 7, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 8, Wis 11, Cha 8 Ecology Environment warm and temperate coastal and aquatic Organization solitary Treasure triple standard Special Abilities Agonizing Breath (Su) A creature that takes damage from an adult or older yellow dragon’s breath weapon must succeed a Fortitude save (same DC as the breath weapon) or be sickened for a number of rounds equal to the dragon’s age category. This is a pain effect. Blinding Breath (Su) A creature that takes damage from a young or older yellow dragon’s breath weapon must succeed a Fortitude save (same DC as the breath weapon) or be blinded for a number of rounds equal to ½ the dragon’s age category. Brine Storm (Su) An ancient or older yellow dragon can use its breath weapon to create a cloud of acid as a standard action that deals damage to any creature inside it. The cloud moves with the dragon and has a radius of 20 feet. When it's created, anyone inside this area takes an amount of acid damage equal to half the dragon's breath weapon, with a Reflex save for half damage. The number of damage dice rolled is halved each round until the result would be less than 1d4. Any creature that starts its turn inside the cloud takes damage, but can make a Reflex save for half. A strong wind, such as that created by a gust of wind, disperses the cloud in 1 round. Flight (Su) A yellow dragon’s flight is a supernatural ability. It always has good maneuverability with its flight speed, no matter its size. Graceful Attacks (Ex) An old or older yellow dragon may add its Dexterity modifier to its damage with natural weapons instead of its Strength modifier. It does not add 1.5 times its Dexterity modifier to damage bonuses to its bite or tail slap attacks. Nimble (Ex) A yellow dragon uses the following table for its Strength, Dexterity and natural armor bonuses. All of its other ability scores and qualities use the normal dragon table. In addition, it uses its Dexterity modifier to modify Swim checks.

Spell-like Abilities A yellow dragon gains the following spell-like abilities, usable at will upon reaching the listed age category. Very young—obscuring mist; Young adult—control water; Mature adult—control winds; Very old—control weather; Great wyrm—horrid wilting. Terrible Claws (Ex) A yellow dragon of young or older age does not have wing slap attacks, but its claws deal damage as if it were one size larger. Water Breathing (Ex) A yellow dragon can breathe underwater indefinitely and can freely use its breath weapon, spells and other abilities while submerged.

Young Yellow Dragon CR 7 XP 3,200 LE Medium dragon (air, water) Init +5; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., dragon senses, Perception +10 Defense AC 22, touch 16, flat-footed 16 (+5 Dex, +1 dodge, +6 natural) hp 66 (7d12+21) Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +6 Immune acid, paralysis, sleep Offense Speed 60 feet, burrow 30 ft., swim 60 ft., fly 150 ft. (good) Melee bite +12 (1d8), 2 claws +12 (1d8) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with bite) Special Attacks blinding breath (Fort DC 16, 1 round), breath weapon (60 ft. cone, 1d4 rounds, Ref DC 16, 6d4 acid and bludgeoning) Spell-like Abilities CL 7th, concentration +7 At will—obscuring mist Statistics Str 11, Dex 20, Con 17, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 10 Base Atk +7; CMB +7; CMD 23 (27 vs. trip) Feats Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Mobility, Weapon Finesse Skills Appraise +9, Bluff +9, Fly +18, Perception +10, Sense Motive +10, Stealth +14, Survival +10, Swim +13; Racial Modifiers uses Dex to Swim Languages Draconic SQ flight. nimble, terrible claws, water breathing

Adult Yellow Dragon CR 11 XP 12,800 LE Large dragon (air, water) Init +8; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., dragon senses, Perception +14 Aura frightful presence (180 ft., Will DC 18) Defense AC 30, touch 18, flat-footed 21 (-1 size, +8 Dex, +1 dodge, +12 natural) hp 138 (12d10+60) Fort +13, Ref +16, Will +11 DR 5/magic; Immune acid, paralysis, sleep; SR 21 Offense Speed 60 feet, burrow 30 ft., swim 60 ft., fly 200 ft. (good) Melee bite +19 (2d6+1), 2 claws +19 (2d6+1), tail slap +14 (1d8+1) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (15 ft. with bite) Special Attacks agonizing breath (Fort DC 21, 6 rounds), blinding breath (Fort DC 21, 3 rounds), breath weapon (80 ft. cone, 1d4 rounds, Ref DC 21, 12d4 acid and bludgeoning) Spell-like Abilities CL 12th, concentration +14 At will—control water, obscuring mist Spells CL 3rd, concentration +5 1st (6/day)—alarm, protection from good (DC 13), ray of enfeeblement (DC 13) 0th—arcane mark, detect magic, detect poison, mage hand, message Statistics Str 13, Dex 26, Con 21, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 14 Base Atk +12; CMB +14; CMD 33 (37 vs. trip) Feats Blind-fight, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Flyby Attack, Mobility, Weapon Finesse Skills Appraise +13, Bluff +13, Fly +21, Intimidate +13, Knowledge (arcana, nature) +13, Perception +14, Sense Motive +14, Spellcraft +13, Stealth +17, Survival +14, Swim +21; Racial Modifiers uses Dex to Swim Languages Aquan, Common, Draconic SQ flight. nimble, terrible claws, water breathing

Ancient Yellow Dragon CR 16 XP 76,800 LE Huge dragon (air, water) Init +11; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., dragon senses, Perception +25 Aura frightful presence (300 ft., Will DC 24) Defense AC 40, touch 20, flat-footed 28 (-2 size, +11 Dex, +1 dodge, +20 natural) hp 283 (21d12+147) Fort +17, Ref +23, Will +17 DR 15/magic; Immune acid, paralysis, sleep; SR 26 Offense Speed 60 feet, burrow 30 ft., swim 60 ft., fly 250 ft. (good) Melee bite +30 (2d8+11), 2 claws +30 (2d8+11/19-20), tail slap +25 (2d6+11) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. (20 ft. with bite) Special Abilities agonizing breath (Fort DC 27, 10 rounds), blinding breath (Fort DC 27, 5 rounds), breath weapon (100 ft. cone, 1d4 rounds, 20d4 acid and bludgeoning, Ref DC 27), brine storm (10d4 acid, Ref DC 27), crush (2d8+6, Ref DC 27), graceful attacks Spell-like Abilities CL 21st, concentration +25 (+29 casting defensively) At will—control water, control weather, control winds, obscuring mist Spells CL 11th, concentration +15 (+19 casting defensively) 5th (5/day)—cone of cold (DC 19), polymorph 4th (7/day)—dimensional anchor, enervation, fire shield, resilient sphere (DC 18) 3rd (7/day)—dispel magic, haste, heroism, protection from energy 2nd (7/day)—bear’s endurance, invisibility, mirror image, scorching ray, see invisibility 1st (7/day)—alarm, comprehend languages, mage armor, protection from good (DC 15), ray of enfeeblement (DC 15) 0th—arcane mark, detect magic, detect poison, light, mage hand, message, prestidigitation, ray of frost, read magic Statistics Str 19, Dex 32, Con 25, Int 18, Wis 21, Cha 18 Base Atk +21; CMB +33; CMD 48 (52 vs. trip) Feats Agile Manuevers, Blind-fight, Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Flyby Attack, Improved Critical (claw), Iron Will, Mobility, Stand Still, Weapon Finesse Skills Appraise +25, Bluff +25, Fly +31, Intimidate +25, Knowledge (arcana, nature) +25, Perception +25, Sense Motive +25, Spellcraft +25, Stealth +23, Survival +26, Swim +31; Racial Modifiers uses Dex to Swim Languages Aquan, Auran, Common, Draconic, Giant SQ flight. nimble, terrible claws, water breathing

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Pride

Summary: Swangs (Fangs/Sweet Pea) Sweet Pea just has no luck when it comes to timing

TW: Use of homophobic slurs

There’s a lot of things Sweet Pea doesn’t give a shit about, he can list them either alphabetically or by his personal ranking of distain; the highest on his list is people being shitty to Fangs. He could lump it in as a general people being shitty to his friends but he’s seen and heard too many people brushing off the Southside into one group. The insults have changed. What once was chorus’s of

“Southside trash” “trailer park scum” “criminals” “hoodlums” “freaks” has now evolved into “freaks” “faggot” “bitch” “homo bastard” “degenerates” “queer”

Sweet Pea doesn’t admit to either Fangs or Toni how many times he comes over with bruised knuckles or a black eye, when he splits his lip too deep so he needs stitches. None of them are earned as recklessly as he lets them believe his temper is. He keeps his reasoning to himself, quoting the Serpent laws anytime he returns from letting his temper get the best of him like an idiot; as Toni and Fangs often yell at him. He just grins, one less person threatening them is a victory no matter how much he bleeds.

He’s the first to join the Serpents, he makes Toni wait two weeks after his ceremony, joking he doesn’t want to be upstaged. He endures her annoyed side eyes and rants about her being blood anyways. Still she waits. He feels childish asking about how the Serpents feel about LBGT members. FP looks at him like he ’s a bigger idiot than usual and introduces him to Joaquin that same night. He let’s Joaquin know he’s not his type and Joaquin makes some quip about Sweet Pea ending up with some Northside prep; he’s smiling when he says it and Sweet Pea laughs joking about he’ll find the perfect boy next door; Joaquin joins in on his jesting and they spend the night joking and laughing about imaginary Northsider’s.

It isn’t until later, when Toni and Fangs appear to bring him home that Joaquin’s eyes light up in understanding. Fang’s doesn’t get it, not when Sweet Pea pretends to be a little too drunk to lean on him, or how Joaquin gives FP a nod and sly smile. Toni is the one to cold shower him. Fangs sets him in the tub, Toni hisses how gentle he is and Fangs leaves, he always hated dousing Sweet Pea with the showers cold spray.

He’s relieved when there’s a knock at the door, Joaquin standing, sly smile on his face once more. “Glad he had the guts.” Is all he says, passing Fangs Sweet Pea’s jacket. “Wait there’s-” “Topaz’s” Fangs nods, and pushes the smaller jacket into her hands, she swears him to secrecy about her dancing around the living room.

They wake up on the couch, Sweet Pea setting mugs of coffee on the table. He cracks his neck and Toni smirks. “Fell asleep in the tub again, how the fuck do I keep ending up there?” He rolls his eyes as she shrugs. “It’s a mystery.” She flashes her jacket and Sweet Pea takes a sip of his coffee. “You pick out where you want your tat?” She beams nodding.

“You know he wants to join, he might as well already be a member anyways.” Toni speaks turning from behind the bar to nod at where Fangs plays pool with Joaquin.

“You know being a Serpent is dangerous. Especially being like we are. Anyone finds out it’s twice the reason to kill us, can’t have you being a gang member and a homo.” Sweet Pea glares at the ground, Toni places her hand on his shoulder.

“Isn’t it more dangerous to not be a Serpent then? To not have our protection.” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “He has me.” “And you have us, and him. Everyone knows Sweet Pea. Except him, you need to tell him at some point.” Sweet Pea nods. He stands bolstering himself to go over to play pool with them, to confess his feelings to Fangs, but Joaquin seems to pick up on it and vanishes too early; Fangs returns back to the bar whining to Toni about there not being any cute guys that are available. Sweet Pea knows the look Toni gives Fangs and him is meant to be a ‘you’re both idiots’ Fangs reads it as ‘can you believe this again’ and huffs retreating to where the other serpent’s are starting up darts. “Tomorrow.” He asks Toni to be there for support claiming he wants to hang out with Fangs and her like the old days.

Toni excuses herself to go home, something about her grandfather needing help; Sweet Pea steels himself, broaching the subject nervously. “Fangs, this is gonna sound really stupid but, how did you know you liked guys?” “It was more like I knew I didn’t like girls, why? Sweet Pea do you-“ He’s never seen Fangs look so hopeful. “Oh uh, I like girls, uh both, both actually.” He stumbles over the words as the hope flickers in Fang’s eyes. “Oh, good for you.” Fang’s smiles and turns to the text on his phone. “You, actually I like-“ He whispers “Hey sorry my mom needs me to call her.” Fangs looks apologetically at Sweet Pea who just nods dumbly.

Sweet Pea’s not sure if he can breathe anymore, not with the way Fangs looks numbly at the wall, or when he lets the phone and himself crumble to the ground as he shakes, choking instead of breathing. Sweet Pea tugs him onto his lap without thinking and pulls the phone up at the same time. “Mrs. Fogarty, is everything okay?” “Of course Sweet Pea, everything is fine dear.” Fang’s make a sort of gagging sound that he realizes is meant to be a no. “Tell Fangs I’ll see him tomorrow.” “Of course M-Mrs. Fogarty.” Sweet Pea hangs up and runs his hand through Fang’s hair.

“What happened? What’s wrong Fangs? What’s wrong?” He tries to keep his voice calm but all Fang’s does is keep hissing and mumbling and not speaking and Sweet Pea can feel the panic rising in his chest just the same when he hears people muttering about how much better he could do than being friends with the likes of Fangs; of course there’s nothing to punch, nothing to take the anger, the fear out on, so he sits, hands fluttering against any part of Fang’s that doesn’t make him pull away. They sit for an hour, until his legs are numb from the weight of them both, and his shirt has a wet spot on each of his shoulders.

They sit in half silence; half in reality until Fangs is almost asleep, just numb staring at the doorway. Sweet Pea doesn’t say anything as Fang’s shifts in his arms, hands twisting into his shirt. “ ‘s cancer. Doc’s already said it’s a loosing fight; I can’t. I can’t Sweets; it’ll-“ Fangs doesn’t finish his body jerking as his breathing goes once more. “Fangs, hey; I’m here. I’m here.” “I shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t be- why can’t it be me Sweet’s; why it gotta be my mom.” Sweet Pea doesn’t say anything, just tightening his grip. “Can’t afford none of it, said it wouldn’t help anyways, just pain management, can’t even give her a chance.” He hisses the last bit jerking away from Sweet Pea.

“Fangs, hey listen-“ “Sorry;” He wipes at his eyes and nose. “You were sayin’ something important.” “Yeah, I uh, well fuck it doesn’t seem as important now.” He laughs a little.

“Come on, Joaquin said you got your eye on someone, you ask ‘em out yet? Is that it? You finally not single for once?” Fangs laughs a little but his throat is too raw to do more than sob awkwardly. “No I haven’t asked him out yet.” “You gonna, come on, don’t chicken out. First real boyfriend as a possibility” “Well it’s complicated.” Fangs rolls his eyes. “Can’t be that complicated, you just walk up ask him out and kiss him if he says yes.” “So you wanna go out?” Sweet Pea sighs shakily.

“Yeah like that. What?” Fangs furrows his brow. “Well I’m waiting for him to say yes, so I can kiss him.” “Oh, um the Wyrm at seven?” “Is that a yes?” Fangs nods laughing as Sweet Pea bumps their foreheads together kissing him softly.

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poge-life · 3 years

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UnderBelly{ Sweet Pea: Chapter One

Stephanie "Stevie" Jones was standing at her so called "locker" when her pinked best friend joined her, "Yes, Toni?" Stevie turned her attention to look at her, who just sent her a smile.

"Your brother is coming today so I can show him around. How ya feeling?" Toni asked, as Stevie turned back to her locker, grabbing her jacket before shutting it and turning back to Toni

"Fine. I see him all the time at home now. Not really different. Except for the fact that now we'll literally be spending every second together. But, now you guys get to deal with another hot head." Stevie explained, linking her arm with Toni

"Wanna come with? I'm sure he'd feel better with a familiar face to help show him around." Toni asked, looking over at the brunette. Stevie shook her head in response, "Can't. I'm supposed to meet Sweet Pea at lunch."

Toni smirked at the mention of their tall friend and Stevie nudged her before turning to walk to the stairs that led to the cafeteria, "Wipe the smirk off your face Topaz. He's just a friend."

"I'm just saying. You two have been hanging out a lot more recently. Before, you two couldn't even be in the same room together without me and Fangs having to hold you guys from beating each other." Toni laughed, causing Stevie to glare at her.

They both turned to walk into the Cafeteria before Stevie stopped at the doorway. She felt a smile make its way across her face at the sight in front of her. Sitting on top of a table where other serpents sat, was Sweet Pea; laughing at whatever was said.

Toni couldn't help but smile at Stevie, knowing how happy she was when she was around Sweet Pea.

"I gotta go grab your brother. Save me a seat?" Toni saluted and turned to walk back up the stairs they just came down from. Stevie shook her head at her pink haired friend and turned to put on her jacket.

At southside high, if you weren't wearing a serpent or ghoulie jacket, you were up for grabs by the ghoulies. But with Stevie being the daughter of Fp Jones, meant that no one even dared to try anything with her.

Stevie made her way to where the Serpents were sitting, causing Sweet Pea to hop off the table and smile at her, "Hey there, princess."

Stevie groaned at the nickname and shoved past her tall friend, "We've talked about this. I hate that nickname." She plopped down on the bench next to Fangs, who sent her a smile and she winked at him in return.

Fangs Fogarty was the newest addition to the Serpents. Having joined at the start of the school year and Stevie thought he was absolutely adorable. He was attractive, she would give him that. Despite having just joined the serpents, him, Stevie, Toni, and Sweet Pea were basically the four musketeers.

Sweet Pea sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side, "Actually. You talked and I listened. And I decided that I'm gonna keep calling you that until I come up with something better."

Fangs had sent both of his friends a look at the sight of them being all lovey dovey at the lunch table. Sweet Pea and Stevie both threw up the middle finger and turned their attention to the conversation that took place before Stevie sat down.

While Stevie was distracted, she didn't see her brother or her best friend walk into the cafeteria but Jughead did notice his sister. Or rather who his sister was with.

"Who's that with my sister?" Jughead asked, pointing to said girl. Toni turned her head to see who he was pointing at and let a smile make its way across her face. Stevie was laughing at whatever Fangs had said while Sweet Pea groaned, flipping him off

"Sweet Pea. He's helped her with everything going on with your dad. He's a good guy. He has a temper. But he's okay." Toni explained

"She sits with you guys?" Jughead asked in confusion and Toni sent him a look of confusion

"She's a serpent. Why wouldn't she be?"

"Stevie? She's not a serpent."

Toni rolled her eyes at the beanie wearing boy and crossed her arms over her chest, "She's been one for while now. Right after your mom left. Probably around the time you left."

"Why didn't she tell me?" He mumbled and turned to walk away. Toni shook her head and made her way over to her friends, "Why didn't you tell your brother you were a serpent?"

Stevie sat up straight and turned to look over at Toni who raised her eyebrows at the girl. Stevie sighed and ran her hands thru her hair. "He gets enough shit about our dad being a serpent and being from the southside. I didn't wanna add fuel to the fire for Alice Cooper to take a dig at me too. I mean, I'm surprised she doesn't know and hasn't outed me to all of Riverdale."

"You guys live with each other. How'd he never notice?" Fangs asked, furrowing his eyebrows

"Jug left after our dad went off the wagon when our mom left. He just now moved back in when dad turned himself around. Besides, I'm always with you guys or at the wyrm so he never got a chance to figure it out." She shrugged, leaning back into Sweet Pea's side.

Toni and Fangs shared a look before turning to face their two friends who glared at them.

"Anyways, we all have a bio project due and her and I are going to the library while you two figure how you're gonna help." Toni spoke, grabbing her bag as Stevie did the same and stood up

"Wait, we have a library?"

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"You didn't tell me you were a serpent." Jughead spoke as Stevie walked into the kitchen of their trailer. She sighed and set her bag and jacket on the table

"You weren't around after Dad fell off the wagon. Even though he was here, he wasn't really here. He was either drunk or passed out on the couch. They've been a family to me over the last few years." She explained, looking over at her brother who just nodded

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm your brother? Do mom and dad know?"

"Because you've already been through so much! You were crushed when mom and JB left. And you left as soon as stuff with Dad got bad. I became one after you stopped living here. Dad was barely there and I needed protection. What better way to get that then joining the serpents. They've been here through everything. When the sheriff department came in here and trashed the place, they were there. When dad got arrested, they were there while you were off living in the Northside!" Stevie exclaimed, standing up to walk to the sink, her back to her brother.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, tears threatening to fall, "You've always been so judgemental about the serpents. I couldn't have you judge me too." Stevie spoke in a quiet voice

"I'm not judgemental about the serpents." Jughead started before Stevie cut him off

"You won't even sit with us at lunch!" She exclaimed, turning to look at him

A knock at the door prevented them from arguing anything further. Stevie sighed and walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Sweet Pea with Toni and Fangs on their bikes behind him. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of her bloodshot eyes, "you okay princess?"

Stevie cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so. You ready?" He asked, crossing his arms and she nodded

"Just gotta grab my stuff." She turned to the kitchen and grabbed her backpack and jacket, " I'll see you at school, Juggie."

Stevie shrugged her jacket on and placed her backpack on her back, shutting the door behind her as Sweet Pea wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "You sure you're okay?"

"I'll tell you later, promise. Anyways, did you use the notes I gave you for your bio test?" Stevie asked, looking up at the tall serpent. She took note of his appearance. He had a green t-shirt on with his denim/flannel serpent jacket on. His hair, which was usually gelled off to the side, was kind of messy today. Not that she minded.

"For like all of 10 minutes. I don't need to study. Collins is an idiot. He'll pass us no matter how we do on the test." Sweet Pea scoffed, walking them over to his bike before removing his arm from her and throwing his leg over his bike, Stevie standing next to him.

"Doesn't matter. You still need to learn this stuff if you wanna graduate next year." Stevie huffed, running her fingers through his hair. If it was anyone who wasn't Stevie, he probably would have broken their wrist, but Stevie was the only person he allowed to touch his hair

Toni and Fangs shared a look with each other, rolling their eyes at the two before Toni called out, "C'mon love birds! We still gotta go to school."

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Stevie sat next to Toni in their English class with Jughead at the desk next to them and Sweet Pea sitting on top of the one diagonal from Jughead. Toni and Jughead were really the only ones paying attention to what Mr. Phillips had to say as Sweet Pea was on his phone and Stevie was doodling in her notebook. Very rarely did Stevie pay attention in her English class, mainly because she already knew everything he had taught.

The entire class was startled by Sweet Pea's sudden outburst.

"What?! Dammit!"

Kicking over the chair in front of him, he stormed out of the class and Stevie rolled her eyes and started packing up her bag

"Stevie..." Mr Phillips started before she cut him off by waving her hand at him.

"I'm already on it."

It wasn't the first time Stevie was sent after Sweet Pea after one of his outbursts. Everyone knew about his temper and how it was suicide mission for anyone to try and stop it. Stevie was often called out of class by either fellow serpents or Fangs and Toni who had texted her and told her about him storming off in a rage.

She pulled her bag over her shoulder and saluted the class before running after said serpent.

Stevie found him outside, kicking the crap out of a trash can. She rolled her eyes and rushed down the steps, "Pea? Hey! Look at me!"

Stevie dropped her bag and grabbed his face in both of her hands causing him to stop his assault on the trashcan and to turn his attention towards her.

"What happened?"

"Those damn Ghoulies. Fucking Malachai showed up at the wyrm, trying to get some of the other serpents to run JJ for him. They refused so they swung first." He explained causing her to nod her head, "Hey! Tall Boy and Hog eye can take care of the wyrm. Right now, you just need to calm down! You can't just go running out of class every time the ghoulies do something that piss you off!"

She noticed his breathing had slowed down and she took this time to look over his face. If you weren't paying close attention or looking close enough, you wouldn't even notice that he had very faint freckles on the bridge of his nose, running across his cheeks. He had black outlining his deep brown eyes with specks of gold in them. He also had an indent of a dimple by his mouth that only showed when he smiled, which he did when he was around Stevie.

"Enjoying the view, princess?" Sweet Pea smirked, causing Stevie to snap out of her thoughts and remove her hands from his face, reaching down to grab one of his large ones in her small hand.

"C'mon. Let's go down to the quarry. We need to get Toni if I have to deal with you and Fangs together." Stevie spoke, turning to grab her bag and lead Sweet Pea back inside of the school.

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Purple Rain: Sweet Pea x OC

Purple Rain

Sweet Pea's POV

“Remind me again why we're doing this Jones?”, I said as Fangs, Toni, Jughead, and I pulled up to his trailer.

“This is important Sweet Pea, Bea deserves to be involved too”, Jughead replied. “She lives for this kind of shit. You think you're a hot-head, well you haven't seen anything until you've seen Bea's temper” he chuckled.

“Can confirm”, Fangs said. “I had to hold her back from jumping a guy at the Wyrm because he whistled at her”. Toni and I chuckled as Jughead shook his head. “Seriously guys, she was like threatening to castrate him. I've never been more scared of a girl in my whole life!”.

I rolled my eyes, but followed them to his trailer anyways with a small smirk on my face. It was true; though she hadn't been here long, we’d all learned to steer clear of Bea when she became angry. I personally admired the hell out of her when she stood up for herself or her friends, not that I’d ever say that out loud.

Jughead walked into the trailer as the rest of us trailed in behind. As soon as the door was open the sound of loud music hit my ears, and the sight of Bea’s tall frame standing near the kitchen sink wearing only a pair of small pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt found my eyes. I felt my face unintentionally heat up at the sight of her long, thick legs in minimal clothes and immediately worked to control the thoughts that ran through my mind. Bea smiled at the four of us, soapy water covering her hands as she finished washing a set of dishes.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”, she asked, practically yelling over the music as she dried her hands on a nearby dishtowel.

“Are those my boxers?”, Jughead groaned, looking Bea over. She looked down at her attire and shrugged.

I used this moment to appraise her gorgeous frame once more, noting with dissatisfaction that she was indeed clad in a pair of men's boxers. I felt a wave of pure anger over take me, and I couldn't help but clench my fists at my sides. The thought of Bea with any man besides me made me physically ill, though I knew I had no right to feel that way.

“I feel like you want me to say yes, but that would be a lie”, she giggled, winking at her cousin. Jughead pretended to gag, causing Bea to laugh a bit harder and my jaw to tense uncomfortably as I tried not to wonder where she'd gotten them if not from Jones.

“Girl can you turn down the oldies, I can’t even hear myself think!”, Toni said, walking up to Bea and giving her a quick hug.

“Seriously, what even is this?”, Fangs complained. Bea stood, phone in hand, music lowered significantly, and jaw dropped.

“Are you kidding me Fangs?”, she exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. “This is PRINCE you uncultured child”.

“Who?”, I asked, eyebrow raised. Bea put her hand over her heart in mock pain and gripped the counter with her other hand like she was about to faint. Jughead groaned.

“Oh good. Now you’ve gotten her started on this. We’re never going to hear the end of this guys, thanks”, he said exasperatedly.

“THIS IS PRINCE ROGERS NELSON AND YOU WILL ALL RESPECT HIM IN THIS HOUSE”, Bea cried dramatically. I chuckled a little at her fierce expression, wondering how one person could be so cute and so frightening at the same time. “You guys can’t seriously tell me that you’ve never listened to Prince before, he’s a national treasure! I can’t even, I just, ugh!”, she fumed.

“Sorry drama queen, but not all of us grew up in his backyard”, Jughead chuckled. She shook her head.

“That’s no excuse!”, she exclaimed. Toni smiled with pride.

“Hey I don’t know about these knuckleheads, but I have absolutely jammed out to Prince in my time”, Bea hugged her closely before leaning back and grabbing her face between her hands.

“Thank Jesus for you Topaz. I knew I could always count on you”, she said with such solemnity that I found myself chuckling.

“I can’t be the only one who has no idea what the hell we’re talking about”, Fangs said, turning to me. “Do you have any idea what the fuck they’re on about?”. I shrugged.

“Guessing this Prince guy is the one we’re currently listening to”, I said, feigning nonchalance. Bea looked between Fangs and I, her facial expression ranging from sadness to looking like she was going to smack the two of us. I secretly found it adorable.

“ ‘This Prince guy’”, Bea said mockingly, “is the single greatest artist in American musical history. I mean, he is quite literally the most brilliant musician in the last hundred years, easily. He’s progressive as fuck, his lyrics are pure god damned poetry, and his beats are…”

“...iconic”, Jughead chimed in at the end of her rant sarcastically. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Please Bea, I’ve heard this exact monologue at least 3 times. Although, you two should count yourselves lucky; when she lectured Archie last she also ended up smacking him upside the head”. Toni, Fangs, and I chuckled at the mental image while Bea simply shrugged passively.

“What kind of so called musician doesn’t know about Prince”, she stated remorselessly.

“To speed this lecture along, Prince is a singer”, Jughead started, as Bea smacked him upside the head, “Erm, musical artist, sorry, that was super popular in the late 80’s and 90’s. He's famously from Minnesota, and Bea is obsessed with him”. Bea nodded proudly.

“Duh. He's the best. When Dad shipped me off to Minnesota and I was all alone, Prince's music and movies are what got me through it”, she stated more softly than she did before. My heart tugged for her; though Bea was obviously fond of her temporary hometown in St. Paul (evidenced by the oversized University of Minnesota sweatshirt she wore currently) it made me feel strangely guilty that she was left without any friends or semblance of family for so long. This girl was going to be the death of my image if anyone found out about how soft she was making me. And we weren't even together for Christ's sake, it was becoming somewhat pathetic on my part.

“....it can wait Juggie, they have to listen to at least one song!”, I heard Bea cry as I shook my thoughts away and returned to the conversation at hand.

“Personally, I'm very interested in what has gotten our Bea so fired up”, Fangs offered. “What about you Sweets?”. I shrugged again, although I was definitely intrigued. Jughead sighed again.

“Fine, one song. Then we head to the Wyrm to talk about the protest”, he said finally. Bea narrowed her eyes.

“Full album or no deal”, she countered firmly, crossing her arms across her chest. Jughead crossed his arms too, and I internally snickered to myself as they stood in some kind of faceoff.

“One song, and I'll play Purple Rain next movie night”, he negotiated. Bea narrowed her eyes, and stuck her hand out for Jughead to shake.

“Deal”, she said with finality. Then she turned to Toni and her face broke out in her beautiful, ear splitting smile. “TT, you've known these doofuses way longer than me, so help me out here. What song is best to educate them with? Classic and soulful like Purple Rain, or upbeat and jammable like When Doves Cry?”.

“When Doves Cry for sure”, Toni answered quickly. Bea nodded, and grabbed her phone so she could find the song. I lost myself in watching the absolute joy and anticipation that graced her features. This girl had me so whipped it was insane.

Bea’s POV:

I bounced on my toes in anticipation as I searched my playlist for the correct song. I could not be more excited to share my love for Prince with my new little family. Prince was an ethereal artist that was so transcendent and iconic; it was beyond me how anyone could find fault with him. I selected the song, and as soon as the synthesized beats of the opening graced my ears, I smiled feeling complete. I began to bop along, and as Prince’s dulcet tones hit my ears with the opening lyric, I pointed to Toni.

“Dig if you will the picture

Of you and I engaged in a kiss

The sweat of your body covers me

Can you my darling

Can you picture this?”

I pointed to Toni and danced over to her to grab both of her hands in mine as I lip synced the words to her. She smiled widely.

“Dream if you can a courtyard

An ocean of violets in bloom

Animals strike curious poses

They feel the heat

The heat between me and you”

She reciprocated by lip syncing the next line and we both acted like morons, snapping vogue-esque poses as Prince sang. I giggled lightly and we both bopped around to the chorus.

“How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother

She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry”

Turning to Sweet Pea and Fangs, I noted with pride that they both seemed to be enjoying the song. Fangs stood near Toni and I and appeared to be swaying and tapping his feet to the beat. Sweets, ever the cool guy, still stood with his arms crossed but I wasn’t fooled. His deep chocolate eyes betrayed his mirth and interest, and I could tell that he was much more intrigued than he cared to let on. I danced my way over to the pair and began lip syncing to them as well.

“Touch if you will my stomach

Feel how it trembles inside

You've got the butterflies all tied up

Don't make me chase you

Even doves have pride”

I pulled one of each of their hands in an attempt to get them to groove with me as TT had. Fangs followed willingly, but Sweets simply shook his head. I scoffed; of course Mr. Too Cool wouldn’t be caught dead dancing. I shook my head and began two-stepping goofily with Fangs.

“How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother

She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry

How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (Ya know he's too bold)

Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)

She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry

When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)

When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)”

I laughed freely at Fangs as he spun me around the room, clearly as into the song as I knew that he’d be. I’d always loved that part of Fangs that wasn’t afraid to be exactly who he was, no matter how seemingly different from the tough guy image that he had. It was moments like these that reminded me why I had found it so easy to open up to him, in a completely platonic way. He never judged me for anything, and wasn’t scared to be goofy with me unlike some other serpents I knew. Speaking of tall, brooding serpents, I turned to Sweet Pea to gauge his reaction and was immediately confused. Though he hadn’t changed his position nearly at all, I noted that his handsome features were much more rigid than before and his usually chocolate eyes had turned a dark shade of nearly black, the mirth completely gone. I tossed a concerned look his way, and his posture seemed to relax a smidge. I smiled at him, all thoughts of Prince temporarily gone from my mind. The song ended, and I turned to the boys once more.

“Well?”, I asked giddily, head turning from Sweets to Fangs and back. Sweets seemed to soften even more as he smirked once more, an action that made my legs go embarrassingly weak for a moment. I matched his smirk with one of my own.

“I fucking loved that Bea”, Fangs interrupted. I (somewhat reluctantly) turned to him, beaming.

“Yeah that wasn’t too bad”, Sweet’s deep voice chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him but softened slightly as he threw up his hands in mock defeat. That damned smirk was going to be the death of me. It was somewhat baffling to me that after all the guys I’d dated or hung out with that I could be so hung up on one that had never made a move on me. Sweets had this sort of undeniable pull on me; even now I was hanging on his every reaction, praying that he ended up loving Prince as much as I did. It was borderline pathetic.

“Great, so now that we’ve gotten that sorted, can we please go be productive”, Jughead practically whined, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes mother. Let me go change, and I’ll meet you all at the Wyrm”, I replied sardonically. I sighed; I love my cousin and all, but he was seriously such a buzzkill sometimes.

A few days later, Sweet Pea’s POV:

The promised day had finally come; it was the weekly movie night at Sunnyside that Bea and Jughead put on, and as planned, Jones was showing a movie by that Prince guy. The whole thing was pretty genius actually; Bea had come up with the idea of using old drive-in equipment to project movies against the trailers shortly after she moved back to Riverdale. She said it was purely to counter Jones’ excessive complaining about losing his old job, but she wasn’t fooling me. She was just as big of a movie nerd as Jughead, and she lived for the weekly showings. Tonight she was practically buzzing with excitement, as her self-proclaimed favorite movie was being screened. Serpents and, to my slight annoyance, a few Northsiders milled around on blankets on the chilly ground as Jones queued up the film. Bea sat snuggled up adorably against the side of an old couch that she always claimed was ‘her spot'. She was a notorious cuddler during movie nights, and whoever was lucky enough to claim the spot next to her on the tattered couch had the guarantee of her sharing both her blanket and her body for warmth. I usually made a nonchalant attempt to sit near her, but to my extreme annoyance, Toni was sitting in between the two of us on the couch. Bea was practically sitting on her lap with a blanket covering the three of us and her head on Toni's shoulder. I sat on the other side of Toni, silently wishing that it was my shoulder that she was leaning on and my legs that she tangled her long, thick thighs with. I longed to feel her soft heartbeat against my chest and smell the sweet scent of her shampoo as she quietly watched the movie.

Luckily for me, Topaz left our trio as soon as Cheryl showed up, vowing to come back even though Bea and I both knew that she wouldn't. Bea pouted slightly as she dismantled from Toni, and turned her beautiful blue eyes towards me with a hopeful expression. I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance and opened my arms to her, praying she couldn't hear how hard my heart thrummed with anticipation. She grinned cheesily as she scooted impossibly closer to me and snuggled her comparatively small frame into my side, legs thrown atop mine and arms around my waist. My hands found rest on her hips, and a lovely content sigh left her plump lips as she settled.

“You know you have a real problem with personal space”, I muttered good naturedly into her ear as the main title began to play. She turned her head up towards mine and smiled softly.

“Oh please, you know you love it”, she said lowly. I smirked at the way I felt her face heat up marginally, loving the effect I sometimes seemed to have on her. We remained intertwined for a while, watching the movie in a peaceful silence. She watched the film with rapt attention (though judging by the way she mouthed the words she'd seen it a fair few times) and I watched her mainly. The way her ocean blue eyes followed the characters and the way they twinkled and danced as a new song was played. I was mesmerized by her reactions, staying completely still for fear that this nearly perfect moment would be ruined.

“So tell me, why is this so important to you? I mean this goes way beyond just loving the guy's music Bea”, I murmured in her ear after a while. I felt her tense up slightly and my arms wrapped tighter around her, instinctively rubbing small circles on her clothed hip. She seemed to sigh, though the noise was so quiet that I almost missed it.

“When dad decided to run away to Minnesota, I had a really hard time at first. I was young and in a new place where I knew nobody and no one knew me. Other than the sketchy ass people that dad had in and out of our apartment whenever he decided to re-appear, I was completely lost and alone. Eventually I left dad, realizing that being homeless was better than living with that asshole…” she started as I felt my fist that wasn’t caressing her hip tense at the mention of her father. She’d made it clear before that there was no love lost between the two, but she’d never went into great detail about why that was before. I felt sick at the realization of what he’d done to her and the fact that she was now reliving it because of me.

“Bea, you don’t have to tell me”, I started to whisper, but she shook her head against my chest.

“It's okay Pea; I trust you and I want you to know”, she stated firmly. I felt my heart and stomach flutter at her admission, listening with rapt attention as she continued. “Anyways, it was coming up on winter time and my days of staying in playground tunnels was coming to an end. You all think Riverdale winters are cold, well you’ve never felt anything as cold as a Minnesota winter. I was scared and trying to figure out how I was going to survive the next few months. That’s when Shirley found me”, she smiled softly for the first time since she started explaining.

“Shirley was this badass, old tattooed cat lady that found me sleeping in a playground slide while she walked through Harriet Island park. She immediately scolded me for my lack of jacket in the late fall weather and my worn through converse, and took me away practically by my ear to a department store. She bought me new clothes and shoes and insisted that I stay with her. I lived with her for a few years before she ended up passing away, and in that time she turned me into the person I am now. She was fierce; she didn’t take shit from anyone and taught me to be just as tough. No fooling me though, she was a complete softie when it came to me; she always made sure I was fed and clothed and that I was actually going to school. She was my favorite person”, her voice cracked a little and I pulled her impossibly closer to my body, burying my face in her hair.

“Shirley loved Prince even more than me, if you can believe that”, she chuckled. “She always claimed that she inspired some of his music when she was younger and always had his old cassettes playing. I visited his old spots and became just as obsessed as her. Hell, I even always dreamed of having my first kiss be with Purple Rain playing in the background. It unfortunately wasn’t by the way, but hey a girl can dream! When she died, all of her stuff was given to her son that she hadn’t spoken to in years. He was a giant dick, and just ended up throwing it all away. I snuck back later and grabbed all her cassettes, knowing that if I didn’t she would probably roll over in her grave. Still have them”, she stated proudly. I laughed into her hair lightly.

“Anyways, it probably seems dumb, but whenever I listen to him I feel close to her again. The time I spent with her was the closest thing I had to a childhood. And besides, Prince is a god-damned American prodigy”, she concluded proudly. If it were at all possible, I felt even more attracted to her after hearing her story. I always knew that there was a certain darkness within her, a darkness that maybe could match my own. I wanted to speak up, to finally tell her how I felt about her. Even if she didn’t feel the same, I felt compelled to let her know the effect she had on me.

“Bea…”, I started softly, only to be shushed by her long slender finger being drawn to my lips. Her eyes were back on the screen, wide with attention and nostalgia.

“Shhhh Sweets. This is the best part of the movie, he’s going to perform Purple Rain”, she chidded quietly. “This part always makes me cry, so get ready tough guy”. I once again tightened my grip on her sides, and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry Bea, I’ve got you”.

Time Skip, a few days later, at the Quarry:

Bea’s POV:

I was the proudest mother hen in the world right now. Some serpents were hanging out at the quarry around a fire, just listening to music and pretending for a few hours that we were normal highschool kids and not the brooding tough gang members that we portrayed. It was Fang’s turn to choose the music, and to my extreme delight I’d heard a number of Prince’s singles in the mix of his usual stuff. I sat on a stump near the fire, beer in hand, just quietly taking in my surroundings when Purple Rain began playing softly. I smiled in contentment, memories flooding through my mind as I closed my eyes and began to sway slightly. I was snapped back to reality as I felt a hand gently make it's rest on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see an uncharacteristically anxious looking Sweet Pea peering down at me. I raised a brow in question, and he cleared his throat before motioning to the edge of the trees.

“Walk with me a minute?”, he asked softly. Curious, I nodded and hopped up to follow the tall boy. We walked over to the mouth of the forest in companionable silence as the surrounding conversations faded from our ears and the music seemed louder than ever. I felt my heartbeat thud in my chest in anticipation of what the handsome boy wanted and hoped to every deity available that he couldn’t hear it. When we finally stopped walking, I looked up at him expectantly, wanting to search his deep chocolate eyes for answers but found that his eyes were cast downward. His posture was still tense, big hands fumbling with his rings, a sign to me that he was unusually ill at ease. I’d never seen him so uncomfortable. Almost without thinking, I grabbed his giant hand in mine and began smoothing out his rings out of pure concern. His eyes snapped to mine, and I smiled lightly in another attempt to calm his clearly troubled mind. His eyes remained dark and unreadable, and he cleared his throat once more before speaking.

“Bea… I have to tell you something”, he started. I nodded, hands still fumbling with his own.

“Of course Sweets, you can tell me anything”, I answered honestly. His eyes seemed to search mine, and though I was unaware of what he thought he was going to find I didn’t mind the excuse to trace his defined facial features with my eyes in the process. He seemed to find the answer he was looking for, and after a few seconds he spoke once again.

“Can you just close your eyes? Just for a second”, he asked, clarifying once he saw the confusion written on my face. I smiled softly, and complied, eyelids falling closed lightly. I wondered internally what had gotten the usually confident serpent so riled up.

I didn’t have to wonder long; mere seconds after my eyes closed I felt a pair of soft lips attach to my own. My eyes snapped open of their own accord as I struggled to comprehend what was going on. Sweet Pea, handsome, smart, wonderful Sweet Pea was kissing me. As my eyes snapped open, Pea moved back and detached himself from me. He looked even more disheveled than before, and immediately began sputtering apologies. It took me only a few seconds to process what had just happened, and as soon as I did I placed my hands on his chiseled jawline and closed the gap between our lips once more. Eyes closed, I savored the way his defined face felt under my fingers and the way his soft lips moved against mine. I’d long since dreamed of this exact moment, but even in my dreams his kisses had no comparison to what I was currently experiencing. His lips were impossibly soft and molded perfectly to mine. His face was smooth and strong under my careful caress, and I felt my stomach flutter at the way I felt his muscles twitch and then soften under my touch. I stepped up on my toes, selfishly pressing more of my body against his, in desperate need of more contact with his tall frame. Once he realized what was going on, his hands found their way to my hips and his mouth became more needy against mine. I moaned unintentionally into his mouth, moving my hands to rest in his long, raven locks as our embrace intensified. Eventually, needing to come up for air, I settled for resting my forehead against his. This was evidently not enough for Sweets, as he continued to place tender kisses against my jawline until he had worked his way up my face, leaving one last delicate kiss to my forehead. We stood for an immeasurably long time, foreheads against each others, hands softly exploring each other’s body while we both smiled with genuine happiness. It was my curiosity that eventually broke the peaceful silence we’d enjoyed.

“Not that I am in any way complaining, but what on Earth brought that on?”, I questioned gently. His smile widened fractionally, and he grabbed my hand in his as he led me back to the group. It seemed as though none of our friends had noted our absence, and I internally wondered how long we’d been gone. Our moment had felt like it had lasted an eternity, but in reality was probably only a few minutes long. Pea pulled me over to one of the blankets spread out on the ground, sitting down and pulling me to rest in-between his long legs. I readily nestled into his chest, my back resting on his sturdy frame, his fingers still intertwined with mine. I felt his chin come to rest on my shoulder and I inadvertently sighed, impossibly comfortable. We rested like this for a few moments, me not missing how Toni and Fangs eyed the two of us with knowing smiles. After a while I felt Sweet Pea’s deep voice tickle the shell of my ear and I shivered lightly, enjoying the way his chest vibrated lightly against my back as he spoke.

“You mentioned before that you always wanted your first kiss to be during Purple Rain. I heard Fangs start playing it, and I saw you sitting over there looking so beautiful and happy I just had to”, he said lowly. I turned my head slightly so I could look at him. He looked so sweet in this moment, eyes as light as I’d ever seen and face tinged lightly pink with his admission. “I know it wasn’t technically your first kiss, but I just thought, I dunno, maybe I could make up for whatever asshole didn’t make it everything you deserved”.

Unable to help myself, I snuggled myself into his neck as his hands left mine in order to protectively encircle me in his arms. I kissed his serpent tattoo gently, living for the way I felt him shiver under my touch and mentally filing that information away for later. I finally brought my lips up to his ear, whispering softly.

“So, if that was just making up for my first kiss, can I assume there will be more to follow?”, I whispered cheekily, my eyes looking up through my lashes to find his. His dark eyes lightened a shade and he smiled his real, genuine smile as his lips dipped down to murmur his reply into the crook of my neck.

“When the day turns into the last day of all time, I can say I hope you are in these arms of mine”, he quoted softly and I felt my insides melt in response. “If you'll have me doll, I hope that there will be many more”.

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Swelling Storm - Sweet Pea

in which sweet pea and his best friend are oblivious idiots who have heart eyes for each other

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warning(s): Strong language

Note: Title is from “Waves” by Dean Lewis. This is the first part of a (hopefully) three part series. If you would like to be tagged when the other parts are posted, let me know!

Part 2 (Into the Flood)

you had known sweet pea since you were both knobby-kneed first graders with wide eyes and more innocence than you knew what to do with. you met on the first day of school when mrs. conners suggested that the two of you worked together to build a block castle, and you had been attached at the hip ever since.

you had been there for each other through everything. sweet pea was there for you when your parents split up and your dad moved across the country, leaving you behind as nothing more than a distant memory as he started a whole new family. and you were sweet pea’s support system when his mom became sick. you were by his side during all of those long nights spent by her bedside in the hospital, through the visits with doctors who told him that her condition wasn’t getting any better, and you shed a river of tears with him when she succumbed to the cancer after months of fighting.

of course, you shared good times as well. sweet pea always cheered the loudest at your volleyball games. you supported and encouraged him during his induction into the southside serpents. you didn’t always agree with some of the mishaps that he got himself into, but you were always there to help him clean up all of his cuts and scrapes afterwards.

it was always “sweet pea and y/n”, one of you never seen without the other one close by.

but that was all about to change.

you both were nearing the end of your senior year at riverdale high. your plans following graduation were set; sweet pea had gotten early acceptance into the engineering program at purdue university and you had been accepted to university of washington to study english. you were literally moving in two completely different directions and, honestly, it scared the shit out of you.

the realization had fully hit you when you had gotten your acceptance letter. you were scared of losing the bond that you had formed with your best friend of over a decade. and then, because apparently this was a time of all kinds of realizations, it dawned on you that you viewed sweet pea as more than just a friend.

when you burst into the whyte wyrm one thursday afternoon after school with a panicked look on your face and without sweet pea at your side, toni sensed something was wrong and told you to spill. after a bit of a struggle on your end, you managed to get your confession out.

“i...i think, god i can’t believe this - jesus...i think i...love sweet pea.”

toni giggled and grinned at you. “i know you love sweet pea. everyone has known that for ages,” she said, shocking you. “well, everyone except for SP. he’s just as oblivious as you are.”

fangs overheard toni and jumped into the conversation.

“he totally is! he hasn’t realized it yet, but he’s head over heels in love with you too.”

armed with the knowledge that you loved your best friend and he loved you back, you should have done something to make that change in your relationship. but you did what you did best; you overthought. you worried about what would happen to your friendship if you and sweet pea tried dating and it didn’t work out. and then you realized that you were getting ahead of yourself with that worry. you couldn’t be completely sure that he felt the same way that you did. maybe fangs and toni misread things and sweet pea didn’t see you as more than a best friend. so, you decided to not say anything to him about how you felt. being best friends would just have to be enough because you didn’t want to risk losing that relationship.

“y/n!”

you turned your attention from the contents of your messy locker to glance over your shoulder. sweet pea was about halfway down the hallway, but was quickly making his way toward you, your fellow classmates making sure to step aside to let him pass. because you had known him since he was a quiet, gap-toothed six year old who had an unhealthy obsession with bambi the deer, you often forgot that sweet pea was feared by most people because of his imposing height and quick temper.

you zipped up your backpack and turned back around to slam your locker shut. as you shouldered your bag, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up from the ground.

“pea, no!” you squealed as a smile broke across your face. “put me down!”

his chest rumbled with laughter as he swung you around a final time before allowing your feet to touch the ground again. he swung his arm over your shoulders as you both moved to join the crowd in the middle of the hall, heading toward the classroom where your honors english class was held.

“so how did your science test go?” you asked, peering up at him.

his face scrunched up. “mr. thomas is trying to kill us, i swear. the test was seventy-five questions,” he complained as he rolled his eyes. “but i think i did okay. thanks to you, of course. what would i do without my genius best friend?”

he grinned down at you and you felt your heartbeat speed up.

“please, i barely did anything. i just helped you go over your notes, which you already knew backwards and forwards,” you reminded him. “you doing well on that test is all you, sweets. you’re a beast when it comes to physics.”

the smile on his face grew at your compliment and he pulled you even closer. you melted into his embrace as the two of you continued through the halls.

when you reached the cafeteria, you noticed a poster reminding everyone that prom tickets were to go on sale at the beginning of the following week. before you could stop yourself, you let out a quiet sigh as you tore your gaze from the poster.

you wanted to go to prom, really badly. and you wanted to go with sweet pea. but you knew that he would never be down to dress up and take you to some silly school dance. that just wasn’t something that you two did. but still, you had come up with daydreams of him showing up at your house with a corsage in hand to whisk you off to the country club so that the two of you could dance the night away, surrounded by all of your classmates. it was ridiculous, but a girl could dream.

a few minutes later, you and sweet pea reached your classroom. his arm dropped from your shoulder and you readjusted the straps of your backpack before you turned to head into the room. but before you could get far, sweet pea gripped your arm and pulled you back.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched him scratch at the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t holding on to you. he stared down at his boots as he mumbled something that you couldn’t quite catch.

“what did you say, pea? i couldn’t hear you.”

he looked up from his boots and his dark eyes caught yours. “i said...i know that prom is really lame, but i saw you looking at the poster and i was wondering if, uh, well...i was wondering if you wanted to go. with me.”

your heart pounded in your chest and your stomach flipped as it hit you that sweet pea had just made your little daydreams a reality.

“i’d love to, sweets,” you said, trying your damnedest to keep your composure. “there’s no one else that i’d rather go with.”

you knew the many faces of your best friend. you were familiar with the threatening scowl that he pulled when someone pissed him off. the face full of heartbreak after he found out that stacy westall cheated on him with another guy was something that haunted you. you spent all of last semester giggling over the look of pure boredom mixed with a dash of annoyance caused by ms. rivard’s long-winded history lectures. and the carefree beam full of unadulterated happiness, which was becoming increasingly rare these days, was something that could turn even your shittiest days around.

but the shy grin that spread across sweet pea’s face after you accepted his invitation to prom was an expression that you had never seen before. but god, did you want to see it for every moment for the rest of your life.

the two of you stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at each other and grinning until mrs. fenmore cleared her throat loudly from the doorway of the classroom. you were broken from your trance and whipped around to face your english teacher.

“class is starting, miss y/l/n. say goodbye to your boyfriend,” she teased before winking. “sweet pea, get to class.”

a hot blush spread across your cheeks as you stuttered a farewell to sweet pea before dashing into the classroom. you could hear mrs. fenmore chuckling as she pulled the door closed.

you paced the length of the living room for the umpteenth time as your mom sighed and mumbled something about wearing a hole in her rug under her breath.

“honey, he’ll be here soon,” she assured you, glancing up from her phone. “you told him to get here at six. it’s only quarter of.”

you stopped your pacing to shoot a frustrated look at her. “i know, but still...” you trailed off, not even knowing what you were so worked up about.

“is something wrong? you seem so nervous. it’s just pea.”

you hadn’t told your mom about your realization. other than toni and fangs, you hadn’t told anyone about it. the more people that you talked about it with, the more real it became and you weren’t ready for it to become real.

“it’s nothing, mom, i just don’t want him to be late,” you lied.

to avoid more questions from your mom, you moved to the front hallway of the house to continue your pacing. a few more minutes passed before there was a knock at the door. your mom rushed in from the living room and practically hip checked you out of the way so that she could open the door. when she did, the deep breath that you had taken got caught in your throat and you sputtered a bit.

you were not blind and long before you realized your true feelings for your best friend, you had noticed that he was an attractive person. the stares he received from girls that you caught whenever you two were out together further proved that point. there was no doubt about it; sweet pea was hot.

but the way he looked standing in your doorway with that same shy smile from before on his face and your corsage in his hand was a whole new level of gorgeous. when he asked you to prom, you didn’t expect sweet pea to dress up in some fancy tux because that just wasn’t his style. the outfit that he came up with instead was the perfect compromise. he was wearing his standard tight black jeans and boots, along with his leather serpents jacket, but he swapped the usual t-shirt and flannel for a crisp white button up and a deep red tie that matched the color of your dress perfectly.

your heart swelled as you stared at your best friend. he was so breathtaking that you wanted to cry.

“pea, you look so handsome!” your mom cooed while motioning for him to step inside.

sweet pea leaned down to wrap his arms around her in a hug. “thank you, mama,” he murmured, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

after he released your mom from his grip, sweet pea took his first proper look at you. the redness in his cheeks deepened and the smile on his face grew.

“you look good, y/l/n,” he complimented as he reached for your hand and pulled you into his arms.

“thanks, sweets,” you mumbled. “i’m sure you already know how great you look.”

he chuckled. “i may have gotten some second glances on my way over here.”

you gripped his impressively thick forearms and took a step back to give him an exaggerated once over from the top of his neatly combed hair to the bottom of his scuffed boots, letting out a low whistle.

“there’s another one to add to the list,” you told him before bursting into a fit of giggles.

(you missed it because your eyes were closed, but your mom later told you that sweet pea had looked at you “like you put the stars in the sky” as you laughed.)

“c’mere so i can give you your corsage, you goof,” sweet pea ordered, grabbing for your hand.

he opened the small cardboard box that housed the corsage and reached in carefully to pull out the small bouquet. when your mom saw it, she let out a quiet gasp.

it was made of beautiful white flowers and you couldn’t believe that sweet pea had gone through the trouble of getting you such a nice corsage.

you held your left hand out for sweet pea and he slipped the corsage around your wrist.

“oh pea...” your mom murmured, sounding like she was close to tears. “it’s gorgeous.”

you glanced up from studying the flowers on your wrist to see sweet pea rubbing at the back of his neck and looking sheepish.

“it’s not that big of a deal. just some flowers,” he insisted.

your mom shot him a dubious look and you knew that something was up. but before you could raise any questions, your mom clapped her hands together and announced that it was time for pictures.

you took a few of the traditional pre-prom pictures, with you standing in front of sweet pea while he gingerly wrapped his arms around your waist. your mom continuously gushed over how cute the two of you looked.

after a few more pictures, you got tired of the cliche poses that your mom was directing you into. you dropped into a squatting position and clasped your hands in the prayer position in front of your face, while sweet pea stood behind you with his arms crossed over his chest and a menacing glower on his face.

“oh, for god’s sake... are you two serious?” your mom grumbled and rolled her eyes.

“just take the picture, mom!” you whined. “we wanna look cool.”

“i can tell you right now that’s not the way to do it,” she shot back, but took the picture anyway.

you reached your hand out to sweet pea and he grasped it before helping you back up to a standing position. he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist as you faced him and you placed your hands on his forearms once again. you looked up at him with a small smile on your face and he grinned down at you, his nose scrunched up from how big his smile was.

god, he was cute.

“y/n, can i talk to you out here for a sec?” your mom asked, waving you into the front hallway.

you exchanged confused looks with sweet pea before you followed your mom. once you were out of sweet pea’s view, your mom latched onto your arms and started whispering excitedly.

“do you know what kind of flowers those are in your corsage?”

you shook your head.

“those are chrysanthemums. white ones traditionally symbolize devoted love and loyalty.”

you furrowed your brows and shrugged your shoulders. “okay? i’m sure pea didn’t know all of that when he bought them. he probably just figured they would go with my dress,” you said, not understanding why your mom was freaking out.

“oh no, he knew what they meant when he bought them, honey,” she insisted. “trust me.”

she looked at you knowingly and you stared back at her like she was crazy.

“mom, i can assure you that sweet pea didn’t look into the symbolism of flowers when picking out which ones to get for my corsage,” you said slowly, enunciating each word so that they reached her all the way up in lala land. “trust me.”

you patted her arm a few times before you turned to go back into the living room.

“alright, sweets, shall we get this show on the road?”

surprisingly, riverdale high’s prom exceeded your expectations. not that you were expecting much, but you hadn’t anticipated that they would go all out.

fundraisers had been done by all of the sports teams and clubs in order to raise the funds to rent out the riverdale country club for the evening. the prom planning committee had decided on a great gatsby themed dance. the theme had certainly been done before, but they managed to put their own unique spin on it. the decorations were well thought out and didn’t scream ‘high school dance’ and the music was actually enjoyable, thanks to the dj and live band combo that had been hired. and thankfully, the food was good, seeing as the committee had opted to do a meal of a variety of finger foods and snacks, rather than the usual dry chicken dinner.

all in all, prom was a success and you figured that the fact that veronica lodge and betty cooper were co-heads of the planning committee had everything to do with that. once those two girls put their minds to something, they did it right.

“c’mon, pea, dance with me!” you pleaded as you pulled at your date’s arm.

he glanced up at you from his seated position at the table that you were sharing with fangs and his sort-of boyfriend, callum harrington, along with toni and cheryl blossom.

“it’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens,” he deadpanned as he popped a finger sandwich into his mouth. “i don’t dance and you know that.”

fangs chuckled. “remember that one time in middle school-“

sweet pea shot fangs a withering look that shut the smaller boy up instantly before turning his attention back to you.

“go dance with blossom,” he suggested as he pointed toward the redhead who was in the middle of doing some complicated looking routine for the small crowd that had surrounded her. “she looks like she knows what she’s doing.”

you tugged on his arm again and pouted your lips. “i don’t want to dance with someone who knows what they’re doing. i want to dance with you,” you whined.

your sly dig was not lost on sweet pea. he glared at you and opened his mouth to snap a counter jab back, but you cut him off with a loud gasp as a song that was very familiar to you began playing.

as soon as sweet pea recognized sir sly’s “high” he sighed loudly. it was one of your favorite songs and there was no way that he was going to get out of dancing with you now.

“well, i hope the devil has a jacket because it’s about to be chilly in hell,” you announced and grabbed sweet pea’s hand. “let’s go, sweets!”

you weaved through your classmates until you found a good spot on the outskirts of the dance floor.

something that you and sweet pea had in common was that neither of you could dance. the difference between the two of you was that you didn’t let that stop you from dancing, while your best friend wouldn’t even allow himself to tap his foot along to a song.

so when you started bopping around and singing along, while sweet pea stood frozen in his spot, you weren’t surprised.

“you’ll enjoy this experience a lot more if you dance instead of standing there like a skyscraper,” you teased as you danced around his stiff body.

“too bad i don’t dance.”

“it’s not as scary as you’re making it out to be,” you assured him as you reached for both of his hands. surprisingly, he didn’t fight you and let you lace your fingers through his. “besides, no one is even looking at us to see you dancing. just let loose a bit, pea.”

you did a little shimmy, then lifted sweet pea’s arms and guided him into doing a semi-shimmy of his own. you continued prodding him to loosen up and try some more dance moves. by the second chorus, he was kind of dancing. granted, his moves weren’t all that great, but he was relaxed and appeared to be enjoying himself.

when the next song began, he surprisingly didn’t try to rush off the dance floor. he continued to sway around to the pounding bass, a grin threatening to take over his face.

“told you you’d have more fun if you danced,” you boasted as you did a little twirl around him.

“try not to sound so smug, babe.”

you rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him.

the two of you continued to dance for a few more songs, sweet pea becoming more comfortable with each passing song. but when a slow song came on, you both decided to call it quits and head back to your table. you were the only ones there, but you still ended up sharing a seat, as you curled up on sweet pea’s lap. you watched everyone out on the dance floor and made comments here and there, while sweet pea continued to chow down on finger sandwiches and mini cupcakes.

after a while, you began to grow bored. you felt like you had gone through enough of the prom experience to be satisfied. your daydreams of dancing with sweet pea had become a reality and that’s all you could have asked for.

“do you want to head out of here?” you asked, craning your neck to glance at sweet pea. “i’m getting kinda tired.”

he was in the middle of chewing, so he nodded his head until he was done. “yeah, we can leave if you want,” he mumbled.

you got down from his lap and smoothed out the skirt of your dress while you waited for him to pull his serpents jacket on. once he had, he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together.

“we should let the others know that we’re leaving,” you suggested.

“i’ll text fangs and tell him to let everyone else know,” sweet pea said as he slipped his phone out of his jacket pocket. “hold on a sec.”

you watched him out of the corner of your eye while he shot off a text to his other best friend. over the course of the night, his hair had become tousled and he even had that one little curl hanging in his eyes that you were especially fond of. you always teased him and said that it made him look like a ‘50s greaser, but you secretly thought it was hot as hell.

“why are you staring?” he asked, jolting you from your thirsty thoughts. “do i have something on my face?”

you shook your head as you felt your cheeks go red. “it’s nothing. let’s just go,” you mumbled and tugged on his hand.

the two of you headed out of the country club and to sweet pea’s motorcycle. he handed you your helmet and you strapped it on before climbing onto his harley and wrapping your arms around his midsection.

when sweet pea first got his motorcycle, you had refused to ride it. motorcycles had always scared you and you weren’t too crazy about sweet pea riding one either. you had heard too many stories of people getting into terrible accidents and you didn’t want your best friend to become one of those people. but with time and a lot of convincing from sweet pea, you finally gave in and let him take you on a short ride. you had clung to him for dear life and kept your eyes squeezed shut the whole time, but it wasn’t as scary as you had originally thought it was going to be. after many more rides, you finally got over your fear of motorcycles. in fact, most of the time that sweet pea was seen riding around town now, you were sitting behind him with your arms around him.

as the two of you rode through the empty streets of riverdale, you turned your head to rest your cheek on the soft leather of sweet pea’s jacket. once you had gotten over your initial fear of riding on a motorcycle, you realized how enjoyable it actually was. there was something about zipping down roads and watching everything pass you by in a blur. it was ten times better late at night when there was barely anyone else on the road and there was that certain stillness that late night hours brought. you would never admit it to sweet pea because he would just gloat about being right, but you had come to love riding around on his harley.

soon, you crossed over from the northside of riverdale to the southside, which both you and sweet pea called home. it broke your heart that in just a few months, both of you would be leaving the town that you had grown up in. sure, you were leaving to start the next exciting chapter of your lives, but even that fact didn’t help stop the ache.

sweet pea turned in onto your street and slowed as your house came into view. you and your mom lived in a small ranch style house in the nicer part of the southside. you had lived in the house for your whole life, as your parents bought it three months before you were born. that house held so many memories for you and you knew that it was going to be hard to leave it behind.

sweet pea pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. you took off your helmet, then dismounted the bike. over the course of your ride home, your mood had taken a complete 180. you got caught up in thinking about leaving your friends, family, and hometown behind, and it put you in an awful mood. you just wanted to crawl into bed and try to turn your thoughts off for a little while.

you started to head for your house, but sweet pea grabbed your hand and pulled you back. “you’re not even gonna say bye?” he accused, his tone light and teasing.

but when you turned back around and he saw the look on your face, he put all his jokes aside.

“y/n, what’s up?”

you rubbed your free hand over your tired eyes, quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to leak out of the corners.

“nothing,” you mumbled, your voice wobbling. “i’m just tired.”

“bullshit. you’re lying to me.”

your mouth dropped open when you heard the harsh tone that sweet pea was using with you. when you uncovered your eyes, you caught the way that he was glaring at you. he had never looked at you with so much malice in the entire time that you had known him.

“why are you so angry all of the sudden?” you asked, not particularly liking the way he was looking at you.

“why are you being so secretive all of the sudden?” he shot back. “you’ve been keeping something from me for weeks. you’re always whispering about shit with toni and fangs, but as soon as i show up, you all stop. i know that something’s up.”

ever since you had told toni about your feelings for sweet pea, she and fangs had been pushing you to say something to him. you had gotten into countless arguments about it over the past few weeks. and sweet pea always seemed to show up right in the middle of these arguments. you could understand how he thought that something was going on behind his back, but, still, you didn’t appreciate him coming at you about it in such an aggressive manner all of the sudden. you were tired and sad, and you didn’t want to get into it with him right now.

you crossed your arms over your chest. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, looking at the space above sweet pea’s head.

he let out a growl and smacked his hand down on his bike. “are you fucking serious right now, y/n? since when do we lie to each other?” he asked.

you stayed silent as you continued to stare right above his head. you knew that if you looked at him, you would break.

“so you’re just not going to say anything?”

you bit down on your bottom lip and closed your eyes as you hugged yourself tighter.

“i swear, if you don’t say something in the next thirty seconds, i’m leaving,” sweet pea threatened. “i mean it, y/n. i’ll leave.”

your eyes snapped back open and you finally looked at sweet pea. he had a scowl on his face and a dark look in his eyes.

this wasn’t the sweet pea that you knew and loved. before you was the sweet pea that people feared; the one with a quick temper and a brass knuckle in his pocket. you had been present before when something switched in him and his rage got the best of him. in fact, you were no stranger to it, but it had never been directed at you. sweet pea was always so kind to you and he had promised you so many times before that he would never become that turbulent person with you.

“i don’t want to talk about it right now, christopher,” you snapped as you felt your frustration bubble up within you.

sweet pea’s eyebrows quirked at your use of his birth name, but the look of surprise quickly passed and the grimace returned to his face.

“no, we’re talking about it now. i’ve been patient with you. i’ve waited weeks for you to tell me what’s going on.”

you threw your hands up in frustration. “why do i have to tell you what’s going on? why are you so worried about it?” you asked, your voice becoming shrill.

“because we’re best friends and that’s what we’ve always done!” he yelled, his temper finally getting the best of him. he rose up from his motorcycle and stepped toward you. “it kills me that you don’t feel like you can come to me for help anymore. i’m supposed to be able to protect you!”

“get used to it, pea. you’re not going to be able to protect me from the big bad world if you’re halfway across the country from me!”

he drew back as though you had slapped him across his face.

“you’re fucking unbelievable, y/n,” he spat as he moved closer to tower over you, using his height as an intimidation factor. it was a tactic you had seen him use hundreds of times before with other people, but never did you think that he would do the same to you. “i knew it! i knew you weren’t happy for me when you found out i was going to purdue. you’re jealous!”

you reached out and shoved him away from you. he stumbled backward, but you continued to come at him, pushing him and slapping his chest.

“fuck you! fuck you for even thinking that,” you screamed. “i am so incredibly proud of you for getting accepted and you know that!”

he scoffed as he looked at you indignantly. “oh yeah, then what’s your problem?” he asked.

“my problem is that i’m terrified of losing you!”

you gave him a final shove before you turned and stormed up the driveway toward your house. never in the twelve years that you had known sweet pea had he ever made you as mad as you were in that moment. the fact that he could even think that you wanted anything less than the best for him made your blood boil.

you made it to the steps of the front porch before you realized what you had said to him before you stomped off.

shit.

you turned back around slowly to find him frozen in the middle of your driveway.

“pea...”

“we’ve been best friends for how long and you really think we’re just going to stop because of where we’re going to school?” he asked, his voice quiet. “c’mon, we’re better than that and you know it, y/n.”

your throat tightened as you felt more tears spring to your eyes. “how can you be so sure though? things happen, people grow apart,” you murmured.

“not us. we’ve been through too much shit together.” sweet pea pulled you into his arms. “i’m going to be sappy for a minute. if you tell anyone, i will deny it until i go to my grave. you and me are for life, y/n. like, ride or die type shit. we’re gonna grow old together, okay? you’re my favorite person in this whole world and i’m never going to let you go. i promise. and you know that i don’t break promises.”

you were full-on sobbing by the end of sweet pea’s speech. you clutched to the back of his serpents jacket tightly as you cried into the front of his shirt. he didn’t voice a single complaint and just held onto you while you cried.

the future still scared the crap out of you and there was still that nagging thought in the back of your head that you and sweet pea’s relationship was going to change once you started college. but sweet pea’s words did help alleviate your worries for right now.

obviously, the two of you were extremely close, but you had noticed a change in sweet pea over the past few years. the boy who used to live up to his nickname had hardened as he began to face the harsh realities of life head on. he became angrier and started to close himself off from most of those around him. not that you blamed him; between losing his mom and the whole situation that went down with his dad, you understood why sweet pea had put up his armor. a person could only take so much pain before it became too much, especially for someone so young.

but still, he didn’t talk about his feelings with you very often. of course, you knew that he cared about you. he made that much obvious with the way that he watched over you and was always there for you when you needed him to be. but you had no idea that he intended to be there for you like that forever. you didn’t realize that he considered you his ride or die.

there was a feeling in your gut that told you that you should tell him about the feelings that you harbored for him. he deserved to know that much.

but as you lifted your head from his chest and looked into his eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. you didn’t want to cause a strain on your relationship. this kind of friendship was a once in a lifetime deal and you didn’t want to mess it up. telling him about your feelings would only scare him and then your fears could very well become reality. and you didn’t think that you could handle that.

“i don��t know what i did to deserve you, but i’m so glad i have you, sweets,” you mumbled as you wiped under your eyes.

“you’ll always have me,” sweet pea said, his voice earnest. “don’t ever forget that.”

you wrapped your arms back around him for one more bone-crushing hug before you stepped back.

“spend the night?” you asked as you reached your hand out toward him.

he nodded and took your hand in his and laced your fingers together before the two of you headed up the driveway and into your house.

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Little Jones 17

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Language, Violence

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For the past two days, Y/n and Sweet Pea hadn’t left Fangs’ hospital room. FP and the rest of their friends let them be. They knew that if they were to even try to get one of them to leave that it would only start world war three. Fangs was going to be okay. They were able to remove the bullet safely and because of the teens’ quick thinking and kept the pressure on his wound he hadn’t lost a lot of blood.

Fangs would have to remain in the hospital for a few days before the doctors would even think about clearing him to leave. FP okayed it for his daughter and Sweet Pea to stay with Fangs’ at the hospital. FP knew that Y/n would keep Fangs safe and Sweet Pea would keep the two of them safe.

FP and the rest of the Serpents were searching high and low for Penny. The Serpents were determined to kill Penny for what she had done to not only Fangs but the Jones children as well.

FP stood in the backroom of the Whyte Wyrm with Alice, Jughead, and Betty. The four of them stood over a small wooden desk as they went over strategy. Alice watched FP closely. She could see how tired he was around the eyes, her daughter and her boyfriend were equally tired. Alice had tried getting Betty to go home to shower and sleep, but Betty refused. She couldn’t sleep in a time like this when her friends needed her the most.

Suddenly, the door to the office whipped open. Gladys came storming in with Viper hot on her heels.

“Sorry boss, I couldn’t stop her,” Viper said.

“It’s fine Viper,” FP said.

Gladys glared at the Serpent before shutting the door in his face. All eyes were on her as she returned back to face her ex-husband. FP folded his arms over his chest to give his ex-wife a deathly glare.

“What is it now, Gladys?” FP asked.

“Jellybean and I will be returning to Toledo tonight,” Gladys said.

FP sighed. “I’d hate to see you go, but I understand why,” FP said.

Before Gladys could continue a bunch of shouts filled the Whyte Wyrm. FP glanced at Jughead before the two men hurried from the office with the Cooper women hot on their heels.

“We caught the bitch!” Somebody shouted.

Sure enough, his faithful and loyal Serpents tossed a bound, gagged and bloody Penny at their leader’s feet. FP and Jughead glanced down at the blonde before back up at their men.

“Holy shit,” Jughead gasped.

FP broke out into a huge smile and went around shaking the Serpents’ hands and congratulating them. FP ordered for Viper and Hawk to take her down to the basement and keep her tied up down there. Jughead walked away from the Serpents and over to Betty.

“We need to tell Y/n and the boys in person,” Jughead said.

“I’ll come with you,” Betty said.

Betty looked back at her mom. Alice gave her a daughter a look but then sighed. No matter how badly Alice didn’t want her daughter apart of this gang, Alice could see how much they needed Betty and how much Betty needed Jughead and the Serpents.

“Malachai is still out there so be careful,” Alice said.

Betty nodded. “We will and we’ll be back soon,”

Alice watched as the teens disappeared from the Whyte Wyrm. Glancing over her shoulder, Alice could see Gladys leaning against the doorway with an annoyed look on her face. Alice had a troubling feeling that Gladys would be causing a lot more trouble for FP before she actually left for Toledo.

Across town, Jug and Betty slipped off his bike and hurried inside as it began to pour outside. Holding hands, the two of them made their way down the halls towards Fangs’ room in the far corner. When they pushed open the hospital door, Fangs was sitting up in bed with a smile on his face, Sweet Pea was in the middle of a story and his twin was laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Hey you two,” Y/n greeted.

“Hey,” Jughead said softly.

The smiles on everybody’s faces fell. They all looked at each other then back over to Jughead. They could tell that there was something up.

“What’s wrong?” Fangs asked.

“Nothing, we actually came with good news,” Betty quickly said trying to ease the worry that filled the room.

“Okay, what’s the news?” Sweet Pea asked.

“The Serpent's captured Penny. We have her in custody down at the Whyte Wyrm,” Jughead explained.

“Oh thank god,” Y/n sighed.

“What about Malachai?” Sweet Pea asked.

“We’re still looking,” Jughead answered.

“Now that we have Penny, what’s our next step?” Fangs asked.

“My dad and the other Serpents are going to discuss it later tonight,” Jughead said.

“I want to be there for that,” Y/n spoke up.

“Me too,” Sweet Pea added.

“You all better be begging the doctors to let me out. I’m not missing this meeting,” Fangs said.

“Fangs you were just shot,” Y/n began.

“And I’m perfectly fine. I need to be at this meeting,” Fangs replied.

The other four teens looked at each other. They all knew that Fangs wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Sighing, Sweet Pea took it upon himself to hunt down the doctor. Betty came to sit next to Y/n on the edge of Fangs’ bed.

“I better go help Sweet Pea,” Jughead said.

“You know I love him, but he has quite the temper,” Y/n said.

“I’ll be back,” Jughead said before chasing down Sweet Pea.

“So how are you feeling, Fangs?” Betty asked.

“Better. Stronger. A little pain here and there, but it’s not bad,” Fangs answered.

Betty turned her attention towards Y/n. “What about you?”

“Tired. Ready for this mess to be over with,” Y/n said.

“Betty, can I ask you something?” Fangs said.

“Of course,” Betty said.

“You’re all new this, ya know, the Serpent life, how are you handling it?” Fangs asked.

“That’s quite the loaded question,” Y/n said.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind answering it,” Betty said.

“If you’re sure,” Y/n replied.

“It was hard at first,” Betty began.

“That’s not surprising,” Y/n added.

“And it still is and at times it’s scary as hell, but I wouldn’t have it anyway. It’s only brought Jughead and me closer. Jughead tries so hard to fit in my life and with my family and it’s only fair if I tried just as hard, but that’s the thing. I don’t have to. Most of the Serpents have made it so easy,” Betty said.

“With us having Penny,” Fangs started.

“It’s going to get very real and very serious,” Y/n finished for him

Betty tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I’m ready for that,”

The three fell silent when the doctor entered the room with Sweet Pea and Jughead. He had an annoyed look on his face as he flipped through Fangs’ chart.

“I hear you’re eager to be released, Mr. Fogarty,” Doctor Miller said.

“Yeah, Doc, I’m all good to go,” Fangs said.

Doctor Miller cocked an eyebrow as he continued to look through the chart. Sweet Pea was starting to tap his foot impatiently. Doc Miller looked back at him and gave him a sharp look. Sweet Pea only sighed before stopping his foot.

“How’s your pain, Mr. Fogarty?” Doc Miller asked.

“Right now I’m a strong two,” Fangs said.

“Highest pain level today?” Doc asked.

“Um, uh, four,” Fangs said.

“You’ll have to clean and dress your wound three times a day,” Doc Miller said.

“Doc, can’t you see? I have two pretty nurses that will be more than happy to take care of me,” Fangs teased.

Betty laughed. Y/n rolled her eyes and Doc Miller only shook his head. Sighing, he clicked his pen before putting it back in his pocket. He flipped the chart back to the beginning and then tucked the clipboard under his arm.

“If you have any discomfort, pain, or any colored pus coming from your wound you return immediately,” Doc Miller said.

“Deal!” Fangs exclaimed.

“Then you’re free to go. I’ll start processing your paperwork,” Doc Miller said.

“How is this going to happen?” Betty asked.

“What do you mean, Betts?” Jughead asked.

“Jug, we all rode bikes over here. Fangs really should be riding a bike yet,” Betty said.

“Fuck that, I’m fine,” Fangs said.

“No, I agree, you shouldn’t be driving or riding bitch,” Sweet Pea said.

Fangs flipped his friend off.

“Fangs and I can take a cab to the Whyte Wyrm,” Y/n piped up.

“No,” Jughead and Sweet Pea said in unison.

“Yes, it’s the only way we can do it. You guys can follow the cab,” Y/n said.

“Y/n has a point,” Betty butted in.

The boys stopped arguing they knew they were going to lose. After Fangs signed his own release papers, Jug and Betty left the room so Y/n and Sweet Pea could help Fangs change. Jughead went ahead and called the cab so it was here by the time his friends were ready to leave.

Just as Y/n and Sweet Pea came out with Fangs, Jughead got the notification that the cab was here. Everyone helped Fangs out of the hospital and over to the cab. Once Fangs was tucked into the back, Y/n and Betty joined him.

“We’ll follow right behind you,”Jughead said.

The three nodded. Y/n looked out the back window once they got going to make sure the boys were following close behind. Fangs fell asleep on Y/n’s shoulder as they whizzed through Riverdale towards the South Side. When they finally arrived at the Whyte Wyrm, Sweet Pea was off his bike in a flash to help Fangs out and Jughead was handing a wad of cash to the driver.

When the five teens entered the bar all eyes turned towards them. They could sense that something was wrong, but the Serpents put on a huge smile and welcomed Fangs back with open arms.

“What’s going on?” Jughead asked Viper.

Viper eyed the office. “Your mom is back there causing a fight,”

“Shit,” Jughead swore.

“Go, we’ll keep an eye on Fangs until you can come back,” Hawk said.

The two couples made their way through the crowd and towards the back of the bar. Jughead didn’t even bother to knock before bursting into his father’s office. The three adults whipped around to see who was interrupting the argument.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked.

“I’m glad you two are here we need to have a family meeting,” Gladys said.

“Okay, why do you look so upset?” Jughead asked.

“Sweet Pea, Betty, and Alice could excuse us, please? This is a family matter,” Gladys said.

“Sweet Pea, Betty, and Alice are our family,” Y/n hissed.

Gladys sighed.

“Whatever you’re going to say to us we’re going to tell them anyways,” Jughead said backing up his sister.

“Fine, here’s the deal. It’s obviously not safe here for any of you. Jellybean and I are going back to Toledo tonight I want to take the twins with me now,” Gladys said.

“The hell you are, Gladys! The twins are staying here with me,” FP snarled.

“Didn’t we already have this conversation? I’m not going,” Y/n said.

“It’s obvious that your father can’t take care of you. Neither of you belong here. I am your mother and I know what’s best for you,” Gladys snipped.

“The twins are sixteen, going to be seventeen soon, they can make up their own minds,” Betty added quietly.

“Not only that, you refused to take Jughead with you and when Y/n became too much for you-you sent her back to her father. So if anyone here can’t take care of the kids it’s you,” Sweet Pea added with a growl.

“As I said before this a family matter so butt out. You’re just a lowlife gang member who is only going to drag my daughter down and you-you blonde little twit with your snotty attitude is going to destroy my son by breaking his heart with your goody two shoe attitude,” Gladys said with venom dripping off each word.

“Hey!” Y/n shouted, but Alice was already stepping forward.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but FP is a great father. He fights for his kids. He loves his kids more than his own life. When Y/n was kidnapped, FP didn’t sleep for days until they could find her to bring her home. FP wants a better life for Jughead. He wants his son to pursue his writing and to get out of Riverdale,”

“And that lowlife gang member that your daughter just so happens love, would give his own life for her. He protects her without a thought or a care about his own life. He is always by her side and makes sure that she’s the happiest girl on this earth. And my daughter, you little bitch, has done nothing, but support your son. Did I agree to this relationship at first? Hell no. But Jughead has been there for Betty and Betty has helped your son through so many things,”

“Those four make one amazing group, they are so supportive of one another and without each other, they wouldn’t be able to do the things that they do. So you should give Sweet Pea and Betty a little more credit. My daughter helped free FP from prison not just for FP, but for Jughead because she knows how much his father means to him. Betty has helped rally these Serpents together to fit in at Riverdale High and get the education that they deserve to have,” Alice snarled.

“Besides Sweet Pea and Betty helping your children whenever they need it but that gang out there loves your children as if they were their own children. Those Serpents out there would give their own lives for them. They went out a god damn manhunt and captured one of the toxic people that are trying to your children and your family. You should be damn proud to have such a large family out there protecting your children like they do every day,”

The four teens mouths were hanging wide open at Alice’s venomous words towards Gladys. FP stood behind Alice with a huge proud grin on his face.

“Who do you think you are getting involved in something that doesn’t pertain to you?” Glady asked.

“This has everything pertaining to me, Gladys? I’m here every day putting my own job and life on the line to help FP, the kids, and the Serpents save the South Side,” Alice said.

“Are you really choosing this fake north sider who betrayed the southside over me?” Gladys asked.

“There is no competition, Gladys, Alice may have tucked tail and ran, but at least she can own up to and come back home and help when the southside needs it the most,” FP said.

“No, Alice’s husband finally grew tired of her bullshit and she’s running back to you because she has nowhere else to go,” Gladys snarled.

“Don’t talk about my mom like that!” Betty exclaimed.

“Stay out of this you little brat!” Gladys hissed.

Alice stepped around the desk in a few steps and to the surprise in everyone in that room, she slapped Gladys straight across the face. Somebody gasped, a few mouths fell open, and Y/n stepped out of the way as her mom staggered a few steps backward.

“You should not have done that,” Gladys said.

“Bring it,” Alice said as calmly as can be.

Screaming, Gladys threw herself at Alice. The tall blonde easily caught her before the two fell to the floor in a heap of punches and slaps. Jughead and Y/n looked over at their dad.

“Should we stop them?” Jughead asked.

“Nope, those two need to fight it out,” FP replied.

“I have twenty bucks on your mom,” Sweet Pea said.

“Pfft, are you kidding me? Alice Cooper is going to kick her ass,” Y/n replied.

“I’m with Y/n,” Betty said.

“Me too,” Jug said.

Several long minutes passed before Alice finally rolled Gladys over and she sat on her chest pinning her to the ground. Gladys screamed and tried bucking her off.

“Take Jellybean, get on your bus, and leave Riverdale and don’t you dare come back,” Alice hissed.

“Fine,” Gladys growled.

Releasing Gladys, FP helped Alice off Gladys. Gladys slowly pulled herself up. She brushed her hair out of her face and straightened her clothes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Alice was cutting her off.

“Go!” She shouted.

The four teens split in half as Gladys came towards the door. She stared at her children, but they said nothing to her. Letting out an annoyed sighed she whipped open the door and stormed out of the office. With Gladys finally out of the picture, Sweet Pea closed the door and begrudgingly handed money over to his girlfriend and his friends.

“Now what?” Betty asked.

“Now we decide on the ultimate punishment for Penny,” FP said.

“It’s about time,” Fangs spoke up.

#Sweet Pea #Sweet Pea x Reader #Riverdale #Southside #Serpents #Fangs Fogarty #Betty Cooper #Jughead Jones #FP Jones #Alice Cooper #Gladys Jones

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