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ssw | sweetpea; wondering what his kiss feels like. | fluff.

NOTES:

Okay, so.. Apparently my brain likes to torment me. Because earlier, I was going to outline the next chapter for my Sweetpea x Andrews!OFC fic Gangsta and my brain threw out a casual, “But have you considered.. Using the Lodge!OFC you were planning to use with Reggie Mantle.. With Sweetpea?” and this kind of.. came.

So.. if enough people are interested, I may be considering actually writing them a fic or doing more of these little things based around them.. and trying to delve more into possibly pairing Alyssa with Reggie? Because when I wrote their oneshot I felt like there was potential there too... Also, this one shot is a direct result of me, watching dirty dancing reenactments on tik tok and my love for the movie + the fact that Riverdale does musicals every season...

Anyway, enjoy?

PROMPTS:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

the way he says your name / his fingers sliding between your own / wondering what your kiss feels like - these are the inspo prompts used for this oneshot.

FANDOM / CHARACTER

Riverdale / Sweetpea x Lodge!OFC, Marlena

OTHER WORKS SWEET PEA X MARLENA ARE USED IN

None BUT.. That could change, idk..

WARNINGS

Intense sexual tension. Arguing back and forth as a love language until someone snaps. Mutual crushes that turn into something more.. This one is absolutely safe for the kiddos aside from a few swears and the like.. Oh and one barely elaborated on incident of thigh riding / dirty dancing.

TAGGING

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OTHER STUFF

[ faq | sfw masterlist - safe for the kiddos but read with caution | tag list ]

“I swear to God, if she doesn’t give me more, I’m going to fall asleep. Is this really all we could find to participate in the musical for you guys?” My sister's question drew me out of a silent stare war with Sweetpea across the auditorium. He rolled his eyes and I stuck out my tongue at him before turning my attention back to my older sister, sighing as I glanced in the direction of the stage up front. “ She’s not that bad.. I mean at least she had the guts to try out for a part?” I mused quietly, shaking my head. Disappointed at myself because I hadn’t signed up.

Stage fright is one hell of a deterrent. And I knew that if I had tried out, no matter how well I knew the movie we were doing our musical adaptation of this year, when opening night came and those curtains opened and I saw all those people sitting out in the seats? I was going to freeze. I’d completely ruin the show. I didn’t want that.

The best I could do was at least offer to do costumes for Kevin. I told myself that behind the scenes was still helping and being supportive but deep down, ugh.. I wanted to do so much more.

If I were half as brave as my older sister Veronica is when it comes to this kind of stuff… Everyone has their fears though. Mine just happen to be public speaking in front of large audiences. My sister tells me constantly that it doesn’t make sense because I can go all over competing in dance stuff and there’s a crowd there, but.. When I’m dancing, I’m focused on footwork. On steps and the music and the way it makes me feel. I don’t have to speak.

This is also ironic when you take into consideration I am not a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination. I’m actually quite vocal. But when it involves speaking in public?

I freeze. I shut down and in turn, I wind up looking like an idiot.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice that Veronica had gotten up out of her seat and walked over, taking the seat right beside Kevin. They were whispering back and forth. I laughed softly because knowing my sister, she was probably telling Kevin that Leah needed to find a better attitude or Kevin needed to find a better person to play Baby Housemann.

Oh, if only I had one tenth of a clue.

My sister came back over, sinking down into the seat next to me. “Feel better now?” I asked her, barely hiding my amusement as I said it. She giggled and nodded. “Much better. I want you to remember how much you love me…” she muttered.

I raised a brow. “What’s that even mean?”

“Just wait.”

“What the hell did you do, Ronnie?”

“You’ll find out, Marlena. Just wait.” Veronica wouldn’t give me any more of an answer than that. Grumbling to myself, I settled back in my seat and tried to focus on the ongoing argument between Leah and Kevin from the stage.

Rolling my eyes at her audacity. Literally anyone could’ve done her part better and she had the nerve to demand Kevin to change everything to fit her? Refusing to work with him on anything? Putting down the script when it was the same one they used in the movie?

Just the thought of it had me shaking my head and muttering to myself about the entitlement and audacity. Veronica gave a soft laugh and leaned in, mocking the way she’d delivered her last line and the fact that she wanted pretty much all her dialogue changed and constantly needed reasons why her character did anything they did.

“Marlena! Hey, Marlena, where are you?” Kevin was calling my name. I looked up from the whispered conversation I’d been having with my older sister Veronica and raised my hand, waiting.

“C’mon. I want to try something. Leah’s just not cutting it for me as Baby.” Kevin called out to me as he gave Leah an irritated dirty look. Leah threw down her script and walked out of the auditorium in a huff. “This is a stupid idea for a musical anyway. Nothing’s gonna top what the seniors are doing. Good luck, jackass.”

Veronica gave me a nudge and with a soft laugh, she leaned in, smiling as she whispered into my ear, “You were born for this, Marlena. Dirty Dancing is your all time favorite movie.”

“Excuse me? I thought we both established it was Crybaby. Then Grease. Then Dirty Dancing.” I teased, standing in a hurry. My sister’s rebuttal to this was to point out with a soft laugh that I definitely had my own special vibe and type of guy. I poked out my tongue at her and turned away. Making my way towards the front of the auditorium where Kevin stood.

Once I was up there, Kevin pressed a copy of our class’s script into my hands. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted from costumes.” he smirked at me. “I have a feeling about you and this part. As a director, I’m going to go with my gut.”

“But I didn’t sign up..” I shuffled my feet.

“ Yeah, well, the ones who did from your class obviously don’t care enough to bother showing up to practice or don’t care enough to give their best when they actually bother to come and we’re rehearsing.” Kevin shrugged. Taking his seat.

Alex, the guy who’d been cast as Johnny Castle, walked over. Wrinkling his nose at me as soon as he stood in front of me. Arms folded over his chest as he asked Kevin in a snobbish tone, “So we’re seriously just letting stage crew have parts now, Keller? Is that what this is? I thought you were going to help us make our musical better, not make it a massive failure.”

“Asshole.” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes as I stepped up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest. Giving him a piece of my mind because holy hell did his holier than thou attitude ever irritate me, “I’ll have you know, I probably know this movie line for line. I can probably do all the dances blindfolded, in a wheelchair. Who the hell do you think you are anyway? I saw you in Romeo and Juliet. I have never fallen asleep so fast in my entire life.” I smirked as I went quiet, rolling my eyes at him.

Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes right back at me, making the dismissive remark in response, “Did I ask you to speak? Did I address you directly? No. I didn’t. I was talking to the director. Don’t you have costumes to make or something? You’re holding up rehearsals.”

Out towards the back of the auditorium, I heard my sister cheering me on. Clapping and whistling. Telling me to give him hell and telling Alex he was awfully full of himself for someone who got a thumbs down by a New York theater critic over the summer.

I took a deep breath and glanced down at the script in my hands. Starting to read over it. Ignoring the argument between Kevin and Alex for the most part. Just trying to get myself in character while I waited.

Alex grumbled and stormed back over, standing near me. His posturing tense and a supremely annoyed look in his eyes as he gave me half a second’s glance. Kevin gave the cue to start and Alex read his line first.

“Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.”

Before I even got a chance to read off my line, Kevin was standing up. Making his way towards us. “You two are supposed to be dancing together. Marlena, you need to stand closer. Alex, you need to deliver the line in more of a teasing tone. Like you’re trying to taunt her. Playful. Not like you’re actually being an asshole. Like you’re flirting with her.”

“She’s not my type.” Alex rolled his eyes as he glanced at me. I glared up at him, a hand on my hip. Dangerously close to exploding all over again. I kept everything I’d been about to say to myself though, and with a deep breath, I listened as Kevin gave us both advice. Smirking to myself a little when he lit into Alex for being a drama queen.

After Kevin finished telling us what to fix, we prepared to try again. I stepped closer. Found myself glancing out in the crowd. My eyes settled on Sweetpea.

I found him watching the whole thing play out with an amused smirk. His arms folded over his chest. Holding my gaze boldly. Daring me to look away first. I refused. If I looked away first, that gave him the upper hand. I was not about to give him that.

,, That jackass. Look at him. All smug.. Ugh, I just wanna punch his stupid sexy face.” the thought surfaced and I quickly did my best at shoving it out again. I found myself thinking about a heated argument we’d had in the hallway earlier.

I found myself kind of drawing parallels between him and the character Alex was supposed to be playing but doing a terrible job at playing. I couldn’t work with the performance Alex was giving, he wasn’t giving me anything to work with.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, I found myself replaying my earlier argument with Sweetpea. Stepping closer to Alex. Doing my best to play at a lack of experience in dance, despite my vast experience and love for it. Getting immersed in the role. Imagining myself as the character Baby.. And not Alex but Sweetpea as Johnny Castle.

Alex delivered his line a second time. His delivery wasn’t much better. Kevin grumbled to himself and made his way over yet again. This time, Kevin’s problem with the scene had absolutely nothing to do with me.

He addressed me first. “Please, please please.. You have to play Baby. You have to.” he gave me a pleading look. “I’m prepared to beg, okay?”

I pretended to mull it over. Smiling as I nodded. “Okay, alright.. I can still do costumes though, right? Because I already have a ton of ideas drawn up..” I shuffled my feet, giving Kevin a pleading look.

“Yeah! Definitely. You’re the only one I trust to do the costumes right, Marlena.” Kevin answered quickly.

He turned his attention to Alex and they got into a heated argument. Alex blamed his performance on me and the fact that I seemed standoffish and that I wasn’t up to his level and shouldn’t even be sharing a stage with him to begin with. Insisting that Kevin should at least give Josie McCoy a chance to play Baby in our play. She already had her hands full with the senior class musical and her performance during intermission and Kevin pointed that out.

“Josie can’t do both musicals and intermission twice, Alex. That’s asking way too much. Even from her, man. Marlena is Baby. You can adapt to that or you’re welcome to leave.” Kevin stood firm in his decision.

Alex eyed me and I stood taller. Smirking up at him. More than a little amused by the entire thing. He chuckled. Shrugging as he tossed down the script he’d been holding in his hands. “Fine. Try to find somebody else to do a better job at playing Johnny. See how that works out. I’m done. I refuse to participate in this mockery.”

He stormed out of the auditorium.

My sister Veronica and Josie McCoy shared a look and a nod. Veronica stood. Josie shot up out of her seat also and the two jogged over to Kevin. Getting him off to the corner of the auditorium. As the three of them whispered back and forth, I stood there, shuffling my feet. Reading ahead in the script.

Taking it all in.

Honestly enjoying the fact that I was going to be playing Baby Housemann in the junior class musical immensely more than I thought I would. ,, until opening night when you’re on stage in front of everyone and you either freeze, bolt out of the room or throw up everywhere.” my mind taunted.

I shoved out the intrusive thought.

Kevin chuckled out loud. Getting so excited that he didn’t keep his voice down when he spoke up. “Your minds, I swear. Yeah, we’re gonna try that. Right now, actually.” Kevin told my sister and Josie. They smirked at each other and as they walked past me, Veronica gave me a wink.

And almost as soon as she did, I braced myself. Because I have the sneaking suspicion that my sister was up to something. And if that something had to do with a certain Serpent reading against me as Johnny Castle?

I was literally going to die. I’d be totally doomed.

,, maybe not.” and even the surprise optimism had me laughing at myself because I knew better.

“Sweetpea, can you come up here, man?” Kevin called out.

I tensed just a little. Took a deep breath. Suddenly I knew exactly what my sister had been up to but my question now was why had Josie taken part in the whole idea? I thought she was dating him? They were hot and heavy at Cheryl’s party a few weeks ago and they went places together a lot …

I prayed for a portal to another dimension to open in the stage and take me out. If my sister has even slightly hinted that I may or may not have feelings for the giant jerk to anyone I swear to God.. I’ll die.

Sweetpea hopped over the chair in front of him and walked down the long aisle, stopping where Kevin sat in the front row. The two were whispering back and forth and more than one time, Sweetpea glanced back at me. Smirking. Chuckling as he listened to what Kevin was telling him and rubbing his chin as he pretended to think something over.

Sweetpea looked over at me and shrugged as he answered Kevin. “I can try. I’m not makin any promises though because I don’t dance and I’ve never seen this movie.”

“Just trust me. You’re as Johnny as Johnny gets, Pea.” Kevin encouraged. I wanted to kick him so badly at that moment. Did he seriously have to encourage Sweetpea? There had to be someone else… anyone else. Someone I didn’t have a massive crush on and yet also want to strangle.

I pretended to stick my finger down my throat and gag, as per usual when Sweetpea locked eyes with me again as he walked towards where I stood..

,, because God forbid you let him even get an ounce of suspicion that you have a crush on the guy.” my brain was at it again with the taunting. I pushed it all down deep and took a deep breath or two.

“You did this just to be an asshole.” I muttered.

“No, I did this because Kevin’s my friend. Not everything I do is about pissing you off, princess.” Sweetpea chuckled as he said it. Adding in a quieter tone, “Just because you’re Marlena Lodge… That doesn’t make everything about you.”

My jaw set and I glared up at him. Taking a deep breath or two. Reminding myself that despite Sweetpea now reading as Johnny Castle, I still loved this movie and I wanted our class’s play to be worth watching. That I couldn’t mess this up. I couldn’t let Sweetpea taunt and torment me into messing this up either.

I didn’t want to disappoint Kevin because he was one of my best friends. He was depending on me to at least try to do my best here.

Kevin gave the signal for us to start from the top of the scene.

I stepped closer. My body brushing against Sweetpea’s. Sweetpea mirrored this and grabbed hold of my arms, pulling them out in front of me just like Patrick Swayze did in the actual movie as he recited the line.

And the tone in his voice, oh my god.

“Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.”

I responded with my line. Stepping closer, even throwing in an accidental mis-step on the top of his foot on my own.

Kevin continued to sit, watching us rehearse. By the time we got to the scene where Johnny is telling Baby that he got fired, I could feel more people’s eyes on us. And I swallowed hard, trying not to focus on being watched and how that felt, but instead, on the script. On what I had to say and how I felt like it needed to come across.

And maybe, in my own mind, I was imagining how I’d act if I were in Baby’s shoes. Having just argued with my father about the guy I was in love with only to turn and find out that despite my own optimism at convincing the guy to do the right thing, nothing worked out the way I wanted at all.

Sweetpea must have caught on to my anxiety because he muttered quietly, “You good, princess?” as he covertly brushed his hand against mine. Clearing his throat to get my attention and keep me from getting nervous and blanking out or bolting off the stage.

I gazed up at him a second or two, finally nodding. Managing to ground myself somehow and I tried my best to convince myself it was not because Sweetpea’s fingers laced through mine. Almost as if he’d caught hold of my hand to keep me from leaving.

,, He’s just doing that because it’s in the script. You’re supposed to be having a heated discussion and you’re about to walk away upset. That’s the only reason he grabbed your hand. It has nothing to do with the fact that you kind of freaked out a little and lost your focus.” I reminded myself grimly as I caught up to where we were on the page and took a deep breath, preparing for my turn to speak.

As I delivered my next line, “So I did it for nothing.I hurt my family, you lost your job anyway-- I did it for nothing!” I wanted to disappear into the stage floor when my sister stood up in her chair, clapping and whistling. But the way I said it sounded so wistful. Disappointed and bitter. Like I was truly hurting.

Sweet Pea said his line. “No, no, not for nothin', Baby! Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before.” and I paused. Staring up at him. Blown away because he sounded so sincere too. Like for a second or two, this was really taking place and it wasn’t just some silly rehearsal. Like he meant what he was saying.

But I knew he didn’t. We tolerate each other at best. At our worst, we’re at each other’s throats constantly. Finding any and all excuses to rip into each other or push the other’s buttons. Because it’s just what we do.

But his tone. The look in his eyes when he delivered the line. The way his eyes fixed on me, searching. Waiting.

“It’s your turn, princess.. Cat got your tongue?” he muttered under his breath to draw me out of my own inner turmoil.

I took a deep breath and scanned the page. Finding my next line. “You were right, Johnny. You can't win no matter what you do!” and I could feel him staring as I said it. Biting his lip when I lazily punched at his chest because it felt like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment to show how upset the character was. I shook my head and dropped my eyes. “You were right.” I muttered in a quieter tone.

Sweetpea reached out, rough fingertips gripping my jawline. Guiding my eyes back up to meet his as he replied with the next line, “You listen to me. I don't wanna hear that from you. You can!”

And again, it sounded so real. Emotional. Like we were really having this argument. I was really getting into this. Probably a little too much for my own good. I sighed and shook my head sadly. Biting my lip as I stepped away a little and continued to shake my head, arguing back, “I used to think so.” and after a second or two, adding in a quieter tone, “Now I don’t know anymore.” even though it wasn’t in the script.

Sweetpea was staring at me. Thoughtful. Intent. Almost as if he were actually seeing me and not all the stupid things he’d written me off as from the word go on the first time we met. He cleared his throat and that shit-eating smirk was back again. “Not too bad, huh?”

“Jackass.” I muttered, mostly to myself. Still a little dazed.

Kevin called for a break and made his way over.

“Okay, we’re going to take this all the way from the beginning tomorrow. I wish I’d done this sooner. We’re going to have to practice the lift next. Because the lift is iconic. We have to pull that off or I’m gonna want to punch myself in the throat.” Kevin was excited, rambling away a mile a minute.

Sweetpea spoke up. “What about my part in the senior musical?”

“You can do both. We’ll move the junior musical to a different night. You have to do this. C’mon…”

Sweetpea grumbled and finally muttered with a shrug, “Okay, alright. Fine. Shit. I’ll do it. But I’m not wearing tights, are we clear?”

“You really haven’t seen the movie at all… have you?” I scoffed as I gazed up at Sweetpea. He mimicked me and shrugged. “I’ve seen bits of it. But I know one thing and that’s dancers wear tights. I’m not wearing tights. Not happenin.”

“For your information, you big idiot, Patrick Swayze does not wear tights a single time in this movie. At least not that I remember and I’ve seen it a thousand times... Suit and tie, maybe.”

Sweetpea grumbled and raised a brow.

“Not for the whole movie, damn it.. Black jeans and a black shirt will suffice for most of it. You can even wear your leather jacket, you big man-baby. Johnny Castle wears one in the movie.” I answered. Stepping closer to him to sort of get a visual read on his measurements so that when the time came I at least kind of had an idea of what worked. Sweetpea chuckled, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gazed down at me. “See something you like, princess?”

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m gonna need for your costume, dingus.” I replied as calmly as possible.

“Ya know, you could always just measure me… Right? Or ask me my size?”

“Oh you’d enjoy that entirely too much. And I’d have to touch you. No, nope. No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“I’m gonna have to touch you anyway. That lift or whatever it was that had Kevin rambling just now.” Sweetpea barely hid his amusement as he stepped even closer. A hand at my hip. Lingering.

For a second or two, I was lost in his eyes and totally oblivious to anything going on around us and then Kevin shattered that by starting the last song of the musical and calling for everyone to take their places.

And from the crowd, Fangs spoke up.

“Hey babe.. What if we got all the extras from the clubhouse scene to come in through the crowd? Just like the movie?” Fangs was smirking at both Sweetpea and I as he spoke up. Enjoying this entire situation way too much.

“Fangs, you brilliant and beautiful man, this is exactly why I love you so much.” Kevin smirked as he rubbed his chin and called out. “Okay, if you were an extra in the clubhouse scene, go to the doors of the auditorium. When Fangs gives the signal, you’ll come in. Dancing.”

He turned to Sweetpea. “You go with them.”

Sweetpea managed to break the staredown we had going on and he nodded. Grumbling as he walked towards the front of the auditorium.

Everything went pretty well until we got to the part where I was supposed to run to Sweetpea and he was supposed to lift me over his head. I took off, running towards him.

I missed the mark. Wound up with my legs wrapped around his waist, clinging for dear life while he staggered back just a little. Both of us arguing about whose fault it was that we messed up.

Kevin cleared his throat.

“You guys need more practice. Maybe you could rehearse together?”

Sweetpea and I glanced at each other, mulling it over.

“Fine.” Sweetpea ground out through a jaw tightly clenched. A glance at Fangs revealed that the reason he agreed without a huge fight was probably something to do with the way Fangs was giving him a demanding look.

“Fine.” I answered. Swallowing hard.

Trying to pull myself together because frankly, I was still all sorts of stirred up from the way he’d actually caught me and the fact that no, I hadn’t wanted him to put me back on my feet at the end, either.

I spoke up again. “We can do it at the bunker.” I suggested. Trying to think of a neutral place that didn’t favor either of us heavily. A place we could hopefully be alone and focus. And probably scream and shove and storm away to cool off if things got too heated.

“8 work for you or does daddy let you out past your bedtime, princess?” Sweetpea taunted, smirking at me when I glared and rolled my eyes.

“ I do what I want.” I scoffed at his parting jab.

From behind me, my sister spoke up. “Are you ready, Marlena?” as she looked back and forth between Sweetpea and I with an amused grin.

“Yeah. We need to get going.” I answered.

As my sister and I walked out of the auditorium, my sister gave a soft laugh. “That wasn’t so bad, huh? I knew you could do it.”

“Oh shut up.” I grumbled, managing a weak smile. “We haven’t made it to the night of yet. Don’t jinx this. Remember what happened last time I had to get up in front of people and talk in any capacity?”

“Marlena, that was kindergarten. Maybe it’ll be different.”

“Veronica, I threw up everywhere. And not gracefully, either. It was a full on projectile vomit.”

“That was something. The chemistry between you and Sweetpea in there. I felt like I was actually watching the movie.”

“He’s an ass. And he hates me, remember?”

“Yeah, well.. It didn’t look that way to me, Marlena. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have been standing so close the entire time… or the way he grabbed your hand?” my sister questioned.

I shrugged it off. “Can we change the subject?”

“Why? Afraid I might be right?” my sister teased, as usual.

TIME SKIP

“Okay, if he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. This place gives me the creeps.” I muttered to myself almost the exact second that I managed to find a spiderweb with my face and shriek about it.

Low chuckling from behind me had me turning. Finding myself body to body with Sweetpea as he tried not to laugh.

“Do you talk to yourself a lot or do I make you that nervous, princess?” he taunted. I gave a light shove and stepped away, pouting up at him. Quick to argue that he didn’t make me nervous, not at all, not even a little.

Despite knowing that the truth of the matter was yes. Yes, he made me extremely nervous. Because he was so distinctly my type and I just longed for what I knew wouldn’t ever work out between us because we were entirely too different.

“In other words, yes. I make you that nervous.” Sweetpea’s jaw set in a line and I flinched a little. Not wanting to fight with him.

I quickly changed the subject, nodding to a little tv and dvd player I’d rigged up earlier and the brown paper bags with Pop’s logo on the front.

“We need to rehearse. Not whatever this is.” Sweetpea was still irritated.

“Yes, well.. You’re never going to realize just how huge a part of the story Johnny Castle is until you’ve seen the movie.”

Sweetpea rubbed his chin in thought. “How long is this fucking movie?”

“Maybe two hours? C’mon… Or do you have a hot date waiting?” -the hint of jealousy that crept into my tone was enough to make me tense up a little. Pray to God he hadn’t picked up on it. Lucky for me, he didn’t seem to, instead, he was already digging into the grease stained paper bags, grabbing himself a burger and fries.

Sprawling on the little twin sized bed.

I dug out my own food and sat down, close to the edge of the bed, careful not to sit too close to him because I didn’t want to crowd him or annoy him or give him the wrong impression.. Or in my case, the right impression though I’d die before admitting that to him.

After hitting play on the DVD player, the opening title splashed across the screen and I smiled, settling into my chosen seat just a little more comfortably.

About thirty minutes into the movie, I could feel his eyes fixed on me. I turned to look back at him, a brow raised. “What?”

“You know every single line.”

I felt my cheeks burn a little, shrugging it off as I nodded. Answering through a mouth full, “When we were little.. Veronica and I used to watch this movie whenever it was raining or we were sick. We’d get cozy in one of our rooms with snacks and blankets and we’d just like… imagine life being that simple. Doesn’t help that Johnny Castle is - to quote my sister, “Totally your kind of man.” “ I gave a sheepish laugh and took a handful of my fries, raking them through my milkshake.

Sweetpea rose to sit. Leaning in a little. Extending his arm and wiping his thumb over the corner of his mouth as he cleared his throat. “You had some milkshake…” before falling silent all over again. Staring at me for seconds that seemed to stretch infinitely. It felt like everything fell away. All that remained was that thick tension. The flickering of the candles I’d lit earlier against the wall. The tension got to me. It had everything I wanted to say but couldn’t find the nerve threatening to come out.

“I don’t bite, ya know.” he muttered quietly. Pulling away a little. That look in his eyes again.

It hit me. He honestly thought I disliked him. Or thought that I was better than him. Nothing could be further from the truth and realizing how he must have felt and what probably fuelled most of the comments and the arguments between us was the fact that he thought I viewed him as a lesser person somehow… that really got to me.

“I, uh.. I didn’t want to crowd you.” I managed to get the words out after a few seconds. Not daring to look at him. Desperate for a rewind button so maybe I could go back in time to when I first met him and salvage everything.

Desperate to tell him how I really felt.

Especially when I remembered what Veronica mentioned earlier about the way Josie just shut him out.

“Oh.”

The movie caught our attention again. After a minute or two of sitting poised right at the edge of the bed like I’d been and longing to really get comfortable, I settled in the sliver of space next to him. Trying not to think about the fact that the bed being as small as it was gave us literally no space and we were forced to touch.

Thirty minutes passed. Sweetpea sat up.

“ I think I get it now.” he muttered.

“Yeah?” I was getting lost in his eyes all over again.

“Mhm.” he affirmed.

I sat up and so did he. “It’s cheesy as hell, but… I get it. Kinda know how the guy feels.” Sweetpea’s gaze settled on his hands and he chuckled to himself, the sound almost bitter.

“I’m sorry. I heard about you and Josie breaking up.”

“We didn’t. You can’t break up with someone if they never wanted to be with you to begin with.” Sweetpea answered. He tensed up a little and I sighed. Wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth.

That tension between him and I doubled.

In an attempt to make things just a little lighter, I slipped off the bed. Held out my hand.

Sweetpea eyed it warily.

I insisted, “Oh come on, please? Just one dance. You did say we had to practice. And I dance, so I can definitely tell you that if we don’t at least somewhat connect, we’re going to be awkward and it’s going to look bad.”

Did I really just do that?

The scene where Baby goes to Johnny’s cabin and spends the night was just beginning and I swallowed hard as soon as I glanced back up at Sweetpea and realized that he was staring at the television in a daze. I cleared my throat to get his attention.

“You want me to dance with you.. Like that. Okay.” Sweetpea towered over me. Closing the space between our bodies before I had a chance to back out of what I asked of him. His hands went straight to my hips. Holding my body in place against his as he chuckled, looking down at me. “You’re the one who wanted to dance, princess.”

“Yeah.” I managed to stammer. Breathless. Helpless thanks to the way his fingers dug into my hips and held me against him. But when they started to move up and down my sides, oh… I felt myself shiver at the touch. Melting against him on my own. I’d been trying my best not to give in and do that.

I trained my eyes on the front of his plaid shirt because I didn’t dare look up at him.

His leg slipped between mine and I bit my lip. Breath catching in my throat all over again as I rubbed myself against his thigh. My usual careful,guarded filter was gone.

All I cared about was doing whatever I could to show Sweetpea that what he thought I felt towards him wasn’t true.

His hands settled across my ass. Fingers digging in as he gasped quietly. A groan slipping out as he muttered in a daze, “You really are a good dancer, huh?”

“I, uh… I compete. My parents are huge on pushing my sister and I into competitive activities, whether we want it or not.” I babbled.

It must have bothered him that I wasn’t looking at him because he gripped my jaw, guiding my gaze up. “But you like dancing. I can tell.”

,, maybe it’s just dancing like this with you.” the thought came. I stopped just shy of actually letting it slip out. I sighed and smiled, nodding in agreement. Because that was so much easier than everything else I wanted to do or say. ,, besides,” my brain continued to taunt, “why on Earth is he going to want you when he could have literally anyone else?” and the thought had me pouting a little.

I didn’t think he was aware of it.

“What?” he asked. Tensing a little. Loosening his grip on my body just a little bit. Seeming as if he wanted to step away from me. Before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, I melted against him all over again. Raising my arms to slip them around his neck.

“Nothing.” I answered after a few seconds.

“You were pouting again. That’s kind of a thing you do when you’re upset, you’re not getting your way or you’re annoyed.”

The fact that he picked up on that had me raising a brow. Scoffing. About to argue that I didn’t pout all the time, but keeping quiet because I knew he was right.

But how -and when, had he noticed?

“Dreading the fact that I’m going to get up there on stage and see everyone watching and I will panic.” I muttered quietly because a half truth was better than the whole truth or a complete lie.

If I told him the real reason I’d been pouting, well.. That would’ve opened up a can of worms that I’m not sure about opening. God I want to. But if I just lay it all on the line…

I can’t.

Sweetpea raised a brow. He started to say something but he went quiet on me. Thinking.

“But you’re so loud.” he finally spoke up.

I pouted up at him, giving his chest a light smack. “I ought to step on your foot, sir.”

“Won’t hurt. Boots are steel toe.” Sweetpea smirked as he said it. Sticking his tongue out at me.

He dipped me and I hadn’t been expecting it. I gasped and he chuckled. “Not so bad at this dancing shit, hmm?” he questioned as he pulled me back up. His hands moved up and down my back before settling on my ass again. Squeezing when I rocked myself over his thigh just a little before I could stop myself because what he was doing was getting me worked up.

I sighed a little. Melting all over at the way he touched me and held me. Admitting with a quiet laugh, “You’re actually not. And I can teach you more..” trailing off and going quiet.

“You can, huh?”

His voice was this perfect mix of gravel and silk and I had to clench my thighs just a little. Found myself praying to whatever God might exist that I didn’t get too excited and leave a wet spot behind on his jeans. Because that would definitely seal the embarrassment and awkwardness factor. And I didn’t want that.

I was staring intently at his chest again when he tucked his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head. “Careful what you say, princess. I might actually take you seriously.”

“I’m being serious. I don’t mind at all.” I babbled and instantly, I wanted to punch myself in the throat for it. This awkward version of myself wasn’t me but for whatever reason, Sweetpea seemed to bring it out. All my insecurities seemed to come rushing to the surface. Taunting me with the knowledge that there was no way he’d ever be interested in me beyond the convenience of a good screw. Knowing that even if he were, something would go wrong somehow.

He dipped me again. This time when he pulled me back up, our faces bumped against each other and when my mouth brushed against his, I couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that came. His fingers dug into my body just a little more and we were staring at each other.

Dazed.

“Pea?”

“What’s up, princess?” he muttered after a second or two. Blinking as if he were trying to focus.

“Nothing.” I muttered. Losing my nerve and my train of thought. Pushing down everything I’d been about to say all over again.

“ Why do you do that? Just say whatever it is you want to say.”

“Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.” I muttered, mostly to myself. My gaze trained on anything and everything but his. He guided my face up and licked his lips, his eyes darting down. Settling on my mouth. “What if I do?” he muttered in response after a few seconds.

“Okay, fine. I was wondering what..” I trailed off. Frustrated. Laughing at myself and shaking my head. “Forget it. It’s stupid.”

“Tell me, woman. Damn.” his tone was firm and I swallowed hard as I looked up at him.

He was going to keep at it until I said something and right now, I was drawing a blank on any other convenient things I could say that were less controversial than what I’d stopped myself from saying.

,, maybe if you say it, he’ll know that you don’t hate him.” the thought came.

I took a deep breath. Shaky.

“I was wondering what your kiss feels like.” I muttered, my voice dropping so low that for a second, I didn’t think he heard me.

His jaw dropped. One hand left my ass and raised. Dragging through thick dark hair as he tugged. His mouth opening and closing.

“What? You kept asking… I.. You don’t have to. I didn’t want to make it weird.” I babbled nervously. When he started to chuckle, I looked up at him with a brow raised. “Gee, thanks.” I pouted.

Stepping away. Because if I didn’t put some distance between us right then, I was going to keep digging the hole deeper.

He reached out and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me against him all over again. Rocking himself into me clumsily. His face inching closer and closer to my own. Our mouths were on a collision course and neither of us bothered to stop it from happening. His lips settled against the corner of my mouth clumsily. His tongue traced the outline of my lips and I shivered and melted against him like I’d been before. Clinging. My arms around his neck again. Fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck before settling my hand across to rest and pull his mouth back against mine.

My lips parted, granting him access. His tongue slipped past my lips and he melted into me this time. Deepening the kiss. Using his grip on my ass to pull me up his body slightly. I sighed as the kiss broke, my tongue rolling over kiss swollen lips. Staring at him as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened.

How badly I wanted it to happen again.

“Well?”

I bit my lip. Trying to formulate words. Anything. My brain must have short-circuited because I came up with nothing, despite all the opening and closing of my mouth as I attempted to answer.

I’m not sure what possessed me to do it or why I thought it was a good idea, but I was grabbing hold of the back of his neck. Pulling his mouth back against mine greedily. Taking total control of the kiss this time around. Making him chuckle into the kiss.

As we pulled apart to breathe, he repeated his question.

“Better than my wildest dreams.” I blurted out quietly.

“So you dream about kissing me?” he asked, tucking his fingers beneath my chin so that I couldn’t do what I tended to when a subject got to be too uncomfortable for me… I swallowed hard and admitted in a hushed tone, “Among other things.”

He growled out the word “Fuck.” and pulled me up his body completely. Deepening the kiss to a point where I almost forgot to breathe a time or two. I could feel myself getting light-headed. The kiss broke and we pulled apart, breathing heavily. I melted against him, dazed. Still trying to get my head around the turn the night had taken.

“It’s getting late, princess.”

“It is.”

“I should probably get you home.”

I pouted a little. Holding onto him just a little tighter. “Unfortunately.” I muttered.

He scooped me off the table and carried me out of the bunker. Sitting me on the back of his motorcycle. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned against his back, the Serpent patch scratching at my skin a little.

The drive back to the Pembrooke took almost no time and as soon as his motorcycle stopped at the curb, I pouted a little. Rolling my eyes at the literal ivory tower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I asked as I slipped off the back of his motorcycle.

He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me against him. Leaning down and stealing another deep kiss. “Mhm. Definitely, princess.”

I practically floated up the stairs leading into the lobby of the building. And I leaned against the wall, waiting on the elevator. Trying to pull myself together. Smiling like an idiot.

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heytherejulietx · 3 years

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for the non verbal lover thing could I get one with jughead about dancing and (only if I can have 2) one with sweetpea about sitting in his lap? Thx amber xx

(Mentioned later in the writing)

The bunker was cold and dreary, heavy with an atmosphere of grief after Dillon Doiley had died, once they knew he had used the bunker. The walls were still littered with drawings of the Gargoyle King and the room was still a mess. Though they sat on the small cot in the corner of the space in silence - the only noise being a dripping pipe somewhere across the room that let a droplet of water fall onto the tiled floor every so often.

“Are you okay?” Jughead asked her softly.

They had just been at the hospital and had to witness Ben Button jumping from his hospital room window. They didn’t know why they had come to the bunker - maybe to get privacy away from parents and friends - but no matter the reason, they were there.

“Yeah.” She whispered back, and tired to force a smile once he’d looked at her, though he saw right through it.

Jughead fumbled with his phone in his pocket for a moment before he pulled it out and started playing music; an old Metallica ballad that reminded him of their relationship. She glanced at him with a confused expression as the music started pouring through the small room, growing even more confused once he had stood up and held his hand out to her. But she took it and let him help her up anyways.

Contrary to popular belief, Jughead was a dancer. He danced with her in the kitchen in the middle of the night as she hummed a quiet tune. He danced with her in her bedroom when a good song came on the radio. He danced with her when she was feeling sad to help cheer her up. So she couldn’t help but smile softly once his arms had wound around her waist and pulled her closer as they started swaying - knowing exactly what he was up to.

She relaxed into the taller boy’s embrace as her arms moved around his shoulders, her head tucking against his neck as she breathed in his scent - peppermint and smoke - and relaxed further. Their dancing was by no means extravagant. Simply two young people in love swaying to a soft song, trying to make the other feel better.

“Thank you.” She whispered into his shirt after a long moment, though neither of them stopped dancing. He simply smiled slightly into her hair as his grip on her grew tighter.

“No problem, love.”

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She couldn’t help but roll her eyes once she’d walked into the student lounge and, with no surprise, found her boyfriend and Fangs playfully arguing. Again.

“Dude what the hell are you on about? I won. You cheated.” Fangs scoffed, whilst Sweet Pea rolled his eyes and shot back a comeback that had both Toni and Jughead from their different places in the room breaking into quiet laughter.

Though once she had approached Sweet Pea smiled and gestured for her to come over to him, all of his attention that was previously on Fangs completely forgotten. She smiled and walked over to him, giggling in surprise once his arms had snaked around her waist and he gently pulled her to sit in his lap. His arms remained a strong but comfortable hold around her as she relaxed into his chest with a smile, a familiarly soft one on his own expression.

“Hey sweetheart.” He muttered in her ear, causing her to smile further.

“Hi Pea.” She smiled softly and turned to look at him. She leaned up to kiss him for a brief moment before she pulled away with another smile and relaxed into his chest once more. Sweet Pea dropped a kiss onto the top of her head before his conversation with Fangs started up again, though he still paid most attention to the beautiful girl perched in his lap.

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justlookfrightened · 5 years

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Zimbits 32 “You could have died.”

Bitty tucked his laptop in his messenger bag and tried to tiptoe out of the bedroom without waking Jack. No one should be up at 5:30 in the morning – Bitty included himself in that thought, but last night staying with Jack seemed more important than getting to sleep until 6:30 and still make it to seven o’clock practice – and Jack had a game tonight.

It almost worked, until the edge of Bitty’s bag caught the door and bounced off the doorstop. That was enough for Jack to roll over and crack an eye open.

“Leaving already, bud?” he asked, voice raspy from sleep.

“I have to, sweet pea, or I’ll be late for practice,” Bitty said, going back to the bed to lean down and give Jack a kiss. “Love you. Talk after the game?”

Jack mumbled something affirmative and buried his face in Bitty’s pillow.

At least Bitty could take the car and not have to depend on trains and buses or have to do fifty minutes in a rideshare. Jack first suggested buying him a car last summer when Bitty was living in Providence, but Bitty was adamant that a car, even a used car, was too big of a gift.

“I couldn’t,” Bitty said. “My mama and daddy would have a fit, and besides, I can’t afford the insurance and all. And don’t just say you’d pay for that too.”

So Jack had simply gone out and bought himself a second car, a new Prius, and handed the second set of keys to Bitty.

“It’s my car,” Jack said. “But you have blanket permission to drive it whenever you want. And I made sure my insurance would cover you.”

Bitty had squawked, but Jack pointed out that lots of his teammates had two cars, and he didn’t need to have his SUV just to run errands. Then over the summer Bitty got used to having a car when he needed one. He didn’t keep it at Samwell all the time, but knowing he could make the drive from Providence in less than an hour made it easier to see Jack mid-week. Which was important, since neither of them usually had weekends off.

Bitty connected his phone to the car’s speakers, started a peppy playlist to keep himself awake, and headed north. Traffic wasn’t bad this early, so he should even have time to grab a coffee.

Jack’s phone was making noise. It was still dark. His alarm shouldn’t have been going off yet. Did he forget to change it for a game day?

No, not his alarm. That was his phone actually ringing. He grabbed it and looked at it. Bitty? He shouldn’t have made it back to Samwell yet. Maybe he had car trouble?

“Hello? Bits, you okay?”

“Excuse me, with whom am I speaking?”

“Who is this?” Jack’s confusion was rapidly dissolving into fear.

“This is Sergeant Zach Terry with the Massachusetts State Police, and your number is the emergency contact on this phone, which belongs to –”

“Bitty.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Eric Bittle. What happened? Is he okay?”

“First could you confirm your identity, sir.”

“Jack Zimmermann.”

The police officer continued as though he didn’t recognize Jack’s name.

“Mr. Bittle was in a car crash,” he said. “He’s being taken by ambulance to UMass Memorial Medical Center. The car he was driving – a 2016 Toyota Prius – is registered in Rhode Island in your name –”

“They’re taking him to the hospital?” Jack said. “So he’s alive?”

“I can’t share medical information,” Sgt. Terry said. “The ambulance left here about 20 minutes ago. You can call the hospital, but unless you can demonstrate that you are family –”

“I’m his emergency contact –”

“On his phone,” the sergeant said, not unkindly. “If he’s conscious, he can allow them to share information with you.”

If he’s conscious? Shit, shit, shit, shit.

“In the meantime, sir, once the accident investigation is complete, what do you want to do with your car?” the sergeant said. “It’s going to be totalled, I’m sure of that, but it’s got to go somewhere.”

His car. Who cared? But it hit something. Someone? Or someone hit it?

“I don’t care about the car,” Jack said. “I’ll call my agent, they’ll deal with it. What happened? Was anyone else hurt?”

“The deer that caused the whole mess,” the sergeant said. “And the other driver that swerved to avoid it and hit your car was also injured. He was transported to the local hospital.”

So he wasn’t hurt as badly. Fuck. Jack should be happy someone wasn’t going to a trauma center, unconscious and alone, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

If he wanted information, who would they give it to? Bitty’s parents? He should call them anyway. But Jack looked at himself, sunk onto his bedroom floor with his back against the bed, hands shaking.

He looked at his phone again, searching the contacts.

“Shitty? It’s Bitty.”

Bitty awoke to a pounding headache and the sense that he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. The sheets were scratchy, and the light was too bright and he was flat on his back instead of curled up with Senor Bun.

He tried to turn to his side and found he couldn’t. Also his left shoulder and side were on fire.

“Bits?”

Jack. Jack was here. Was he hurt too?

“What happened?” Bitty asked. “Where are we?”

“UMass hospital,” Jack said, as Bitty slowly turned only his head to the other side. “Worcester. You were in a car accident this morning.”

“Your car –”

“Is not something I’m worried about now,” Jack said. “At all. How’re you feeling?”

“Hurts,” Bitty said.

“Yeah, I imagine,” Jack said. “You were in and out a few times, but they gave you some pain meds, so you probably don’t remember.”

Bitty stared at the ceiling, trying to recall. Nope. Nothing about being in this hospital. Or … a car accident?”

“What happened?” Bitty said. “I have no idea how I got here.”

“You were driving back to Samwell this morning,” Jack said, and Bitty started to nod but stopped because it made his head swim.

“I remember that. Early practice.”

“Yeah, you, um, didn’t make it to practice,” Jack said. “Someone swerved to avoid a deer near Uxbridge and they lost control and hit you in the driver’s side. Got the deer anyway, too.”

“I’m sorry,” Bitty said. “I didn’t –”

“Don’t,” Jack said. “Don’t apologize. You were driving up the highway not doing anything wrong, and some idiot drove into you. Doesn’t everyone know you don’t swerve to avoid a deer because you could cause a worse accident? You might have died.”

“But if I hadn’t driven back this morning …”

“This is not your fault,” Jack said. “It’s not your fault, and it’s not my fault for insisting that you should drive the car. I could have gotten up and taken you in the truck.”

Even in his cloudy state, Bitty got what Jack was saying.

“Sweetpea, maybe it’s not my fault but it most certainly isn’t yours,” he said. “Who’s to say we both wouldn’t have been in the hospital then?”

Jack snorted at that. “Not likely. I don’t have your lead foot.”

“Haha,” Bitty said. “Have they told you what’s wrong with me? Concussion, I’m pretty sure.”

“Yeah, once your parents told them they could let me in and talk to me,” Jack said, trying not to be bitter. At least they had allowed the hospital to pull him into the loop. It was just that they had to in the first place that rankled. “They’ll be here in a couple of hours, by the way. So, concussion, laceration to the side of your face, dislocated left shoulder, badly bruised ribs. They were afraid they were cracked, but you avoided that.”

“Ugh,” Bitty said. “How long before I can skate?”

Jack shrugged. “Too soon to tell,” he said. “Couple weeks at the very least, and longer for contact. But probably not the whole season. I should call your manager – or Hall directly. He’ll want to come see you now you’re awake, too.”

“Now – what time is it?” Bitty asked.

“About three,” Jack said.

“In the afternoon?”

Jack nodded, and Bitty could see how exhausted he looked. He was dressed in full Burger-King-robber getup, dark track pants and hoodie, he hadn’t shaved and the pallor of skin only emphasized the dark circles under his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Bitty said. “You have a game.”

“I’m not playing tonight,” Jack said. “I’m scratched for a family emergency.”

“Family, huh?” Bitty couldn’t help but smile.

“Family,” Jack said. “They’ll probably let you go either tonight or tomorrow morning. I’ll stay here until I can take you home with me.”

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xserpentlife · 5 years

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Everything Was Normal

Reqested: No

A/N: I've been thinking of this concept for a year now and I think it is finally time to release it. I really want you guys to concept off of this. After the situation, What are there lives? Sex, Live, Horror, Etc, Everything no matter what it is, send the concepts and ill answer. Thank you to all my betas who have helped me throughout this process. @wayward-river with the concept, hearing my crazy ideas and leading her off in 20 directions and to @sweetpea-fvck who I bounced moodboard Ideas off of.

Warnings: Blood, Guns, FBI, Swat, Hostage, Mentions of Death

Word Count: Almost 5600

Pea always got his shot, He was the hottest sniper that the FBI had, the Hostage Rescue Team to be exact, an elite group of specialized individuals who worked to save people from various hostage situations. He took out Edgar and Evelyn Evernever in regards to the safety to half the town of Riverdale, he took out Penny Peabody when she began doing works of bidding with one of the highest-ranked drug dealers in the entire country, even taking out the drug dealer as well. One-shot all around Pea never missed his target. It was more than that though, working with the FBI for years he was the best of the best only being called for the most important job duties that could leave no room for error until his whole world flipped upside down.

Pea Moved out of Riverdale at 17, with you by his side, his girl, his world. It had been years since Pea had left the Serpents, he still did odd jobs here and there, but he had gone to school, went to the police academy expecting to be a cop, but got so much more. He had a unique skill set that did not go unnoticed by the higher-ups at the academy. He had been put on drill upon drill, of shooting targets, both still and moving even sometimes the line of visibility removed right when he shot and without fail, he hit his target every single time.

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He woke up like any normal day, giving you a kiss on the lips before being lazy staying in bed for a few minutes longer than he should of.

“Don’t wanna get up”

You mumbled out “You got too baby”

“But I wanna stay with you and baby Pea, plus mama you should stay home after last night” You had found out that you were pregnant 2 months ago. He had proposed right before you found out 4 months ago to be exact You began planning right away, when you found out about your little pea you both put your marriage aside, waiting on a side burner because you wanted to worry about your growing child first. You hadn't started showing but just knowing your little pea was growing inside of you made you the happiest person in the entire world. Pea was ecstatic. You were afraid he would be upset that you were having a child significantly younger than you imagined you would, but he was nothing but happy. He wanted a kid, wanted to be a better father than what he had. And you wanted to be a mother, more than anything in the world. And now that dream was a reality for you both. Since you were only two months no one knew, you wanted to keep it a secret, not wanting to deal with the stresses of everything until you had to. So no one but you and Pea knew, you were planning to tell everyone this upcoming weekend while at the monthly family dinner that included, Fangs, Jughead, Betty, Joaquin, and Toni.

“I don’t have the luxury of staying home Pea, we have a shipment of rings coming in from a new seller that I need to verify and…”

“Okay, but promise if you feel sick you’ll come home, you were pretty bad last night, and just think about maybe taking off”

“Okay, I'll think about it. I know, I just don’t think baby pea liked the watermelon, even though that pisses me off cause you know it's my favorite” Throughout your whole pregnancy you have had morning sickness, hoping that soon it would stop, last night Pea found you face down in front of the toilet because you figured sleeping there would be better than having to get up every 5 seconds. But he sat with you through it all carefully carrying you to the bed after you fell asleep for the final time without throwing up again. “By the way, thank you for bringing me to bed”

“Of course baby, you still got a couple minutes till you gotta be up, so sleep some more okay”

“Mhm” you were slowly drifting back off

“Wish I could stay here and take care of you and cuddle”

“ We’ll be here later and can cuddle, promise, love you” With a kiss to your cheek he was up.

He brewed you a cup of tea knowing you would get up for work minutes after him, he even slipped toast in the toaster that you could put down for yourself because he knew if he didn’t you would have forgotten to eat. He hated he couldn’t be there with you in the mornings. When you first found out you were pregnant he was there every morning, requesting to work an hour later than usual because he wanted to help you through the morning sickness. He drove to work minutes from being late but luckily was there right on time. Everything was normal.

“You’re late dude”

“No not late Fogarty, close to being late there is a difference”

“Whatever, how’s Y/N”

“Good, but she’s been having this stomach thing recently”

“Oh yeah after the other day at the taco place?”

“Um sure, yeah, but anyway, its finally getting better I hope it ends soon. I just feel so bad you know, like I can only do so much. I hate seeing her like that”

“Yeah I get it, Hey why don’t you two come over for dinner later this week. I’ll make it for you both so you guys don’t have to worry about it, and if she doesn’t wanna go out ill come over to ours and cool it”

“That would be great thanks Fogarty” Pea lifted his legs placing them on his desk, as Fangs was sat as his own as the two began to cull over files.

“We have a domestic case that was cleared but we are passing it to SVU for a look over, we had a hostage call at the bank down the street but it was cleared as a false alarm, some dumbass new employee”

“Hope they got fired”

“We made sure they did”

“Good”

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The first few hours of your shift were normal. You went and inventoried all the new rings validating the authenticity of the gems, gold, and other precious metals that were sent to your shop. You were a head jeweler at one of the most prestige Jewelry stores in all of Riverdale and its surrounding towns. People came from all over for both the rings and for you since you became known for helping individuals picking the most perfect rings for their hopeful partners. You were about to go unpack another shipment that came in with new necklaces but you saw a man sitting in the waiting area that looked like he was growing impatient.

“Hello sir, were you waiting for help to get a ring?”

“I love her, but no one ever fucking listens!”

“Sir, I am here to listen, so sorry we were busy with other customers. I can surely help you find the most perfect ring for the occasion”

“I already told you, No one fucking listens!” He stood up, towering over you instantly so close you could feel his breath when he leaned down “No one listens!” It was not a response that you were expecting from him. He grabbed your hair from behind your head ripping you down to a leaning position as a gun was pulled from his back pocket. Oh no

“O-www stop, stop I can help I can make it better just, ow” You panicked your eyes welling with tears as he pushed you to the ground your arm connected with the corner of a metal display case causing pain to rip through you. You watched as people ran out as he shot 2 shots directly to the roof above and people dropped to the ground. Now a hostage situation as he had locked the front door.

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Pea was called down to the debriefing room a few minutes after finishing the reports on his case files. He figured it was similar to the cases he had heard all morning, not something that would require his skill. It was mandatory for everyone that could possibly be needed to join in on the briefing just in the case that they would be needed. Pea figured he would be back upstairs sitting at his desk but that thought was so wrong.

When he got downstairs Fangs was waiting there next to a few other agents he had worked alongside of for years. Everything was normal.

“Director” Everyone called to his presence when he walked into the room.

“Okay as some of you know we are preparing for a situation we were just called. We need to act fast so I need your attention. Exactly five minutes ago an alarm was sounded at Sycamore Jewelers located at the center of central avenue” Pea’s heart stopped. No, not stopped, more like dropped froze completely stopping as Fangs put his hand on his shoulder. He hoped deep down that Y/n had actually decided to stay home, he needed to check his phone, she would have texted him if she did, but it was at his desk. “The individuals' name is undisclosed at this time, all we have is an alarm that was sounded off and reports through the front window of the store. It is confirmed to be a man in his mid-30s to 40s, he had a girl by the hair before he closed off the main entrance. We have 911 calls being reported by individuals that had fled the scene. Since this is a hostage situation I need Special Agent Fogarty on the ground and Chief Marsman Sweet Pea sniper at the ready at the parking garage across the street. Understood” Everyone nodded towards him. “Dismissed, trucks are at the ready”. Pea dropped sitting in the seat behind him as Fangs looked down his way.

“You good”

“Its… Y/N, I there… why is he holding the jewelers' hostage? Fangs, she works there”

“Oh fuck, she’ll be okay, promise, maybe she stayed home”

“It’s on my phone Fangs, my phone is upstairs I don’t know if she is at home or at work”

Everyone was sent on their way to suit up. Everyone left, except Pea and Fangs. They stood Fangs trying to garner Pea’s attention.

“Yo Pea, fucking pay attention, Director wants you, now”

“Okay, I got it”

“Sweet Pea, your fiance”

“Yes sir”

“Is she in the building”

“I am not sure sir, told her to stay home today but she is stubborn, you know, so I do believe she is inside the building.

“I wanted to confirm we do have reports of descriptions and she matched as a potential hostage”

“Fuck, why didn’t she just stay home, no, no no”

“Look at me Sweet Pea, you need to pay attention, be strong for her you understand me. Y/N needs you now more than ever, you are the top marksman in the field, you are her best chance right now, I swear to you we will get him”

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You sat curled in the corner shaking with the fear of what was occurring around you. People being shot, as the glass was being destroyed, even though he was stealing nothing.

“You know you are all lucky you are not dead yet, guess we will see if I chose to leave you alive or let you die while I watch” He shouted through the store as he walked around igniting fear in everyone that was sitting on the ground.

You were completely alone your co-workers and customers scattered around, but you were still on the ground the same spot he pushed you to in the first place, scared beyond shitless to move even for a mili-second.

“You know you all work in this perfect jewelry store, giving people the perfect rings, to start their perfect lives with their beloveds. Well, it is all bullshit! All of it! You will all be dead before I feel betrayal and sorrow like I did when I used this ring! Do you hear me.” You jumped a slight yelp escaping you from his voice that boomed. “Scared darling, I see that you have a happy ending, a ring on that finger must be sad your fiance may never see you again”

“What is your name”

“Danny Deluca, don’t wear it out darling” Deluca walked over, stomping his feet as he went, sending chills to everyone on the ground. He grabbed you standing you up and bringing you to the center of the room. “Gonna make an example out of you sweet girl, a nickname ruined a nickname that used to make you feel safe. Gonna make everyone here watch, make you scream and beg, you don’t deserve that happiness the ring on your finger grants! No one does, but I fucking do!”

“Sir you really do not have to do this”

“Oh but I do sweet girl, I most definitely do”

“No, really. I am sure everything will work out in all honesty, it will all be fine, ask her again I am so sure she would say yes, we can even try a different ring, on the house. I swear it will all be…” The gunshot rang through the air, the sound causing your ears to ring, next came the sweltering pain from the wound on your leg, the pain, the hot wet liquid trickling down. You were shot, he shot you when you were trying to help him. You sank to the floor your hand trying to cover the wound that he had caused.

“You do not give me ways to make my life better! Nothing will make it better because I am unlovable according to her! DO not tell me that she would say yes because she won’t!!, Who wants to give me some advice next huh!” He pointed the gun to one of your customers and then to a coworker you knew. “Someone just… just get him a phone” You knew the way it worked, you saw it on TV, heard some stories Sweet Pea would scream in his sleep when things got bad, you knew it all.

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Pea trembled as he made his way up to the top of the building. His girl, his fiance, his soon to be child, was in there with that psycho, and he could do nothing.

There were no reports of injuries thus far, according to their report there had only been shots fired but no evidence that anyone had been hurt, which meant he was not allowed to take a shot. Pea set himself up, his sniper at the ready in an instant. He began canvasing starting at the street to detect any involvement from outside individuals but he came up empty. This man was most likely alone. “Sweet Pea in position”

“Fogarty on the ground, Reports have surfaced that bombs have been placed on the interior of the building”

“It has to be a bluff”

“Does not matter Sweet Pea, we have no other evidence”

“Y/N is in there Fogarty I am going to take the shot if the opportunity arises, Director do you read”

“Director present, Sweet Pea do you have eyes on the suspect”

“I do not as of yet sir”

“You are not to shoot, do you read, we have no knowledge of whether those bombs are real or just ploy”

“I copy” There was no way to argue with his director, he was the head, the lead of the entire unit. What he said went. He searched each window hoping somehow he would see her, or even the suspect for that matter. He moved to a lower corner vantage point hoping to gain sight. But it was to no luck yet.

“Director I need an update”

“He got a phone Sweet Pea, has made demands of his girlfriend to come and wed him, however, we can not meet them, we can not send her in”

“I understand sir, I have eyes on him” He wanted to understand, but he lied. He wanted his fiance’s life safe.

“You are to remain in observatory state, do you copy”

“I copy, sir” He slowly began to break down, his eyes watering knowing just how much danger his beautiful girl could be in. Was she safe? Was she going to die? Was their baby okay?

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You were leaned against a glass case blood pouring from the wound on your leg, A sweater from a coworker wrapped around, pain radiating through your entire body.

“Willow” You poked her arm dragging your body closer to hers while Deluca was pacing the front of the store waiting for a response from the agents, you could see them outside, see their guns drawn, you could even see Fangs at one point until he disappeared. “You, you need to get out of here. I have to distract him I know how this works. They are not shooting due to the bomb threat they have to know, bring as many as you can”

“I can’t leave you”

“You have to, I can’t run right now” Deluca stood watching the agents every move. You untied the sweater hoping he would pay attention to the blood pouring from you. You stood making your way over to him, in front of the window. “I need something to stop myself, I’m gonna bleed out Deluca”

“What did I say about using my name” the gun pointed towards you as your leg popped you dropping to the ground an agonizing scream leaving you as a majority of people were fleeing from behind the case.

“You fucker!, Why would you do that! They were my lifeline” he watched as the door slammed behind you.

“They do not deserve this!” He pointed his gun firing a bullet directly into your shoulder. You fell back onto the concrete your hand clutching your shoulder, as he sauntered over, his finger landing directly onto the wound and pressing, your eyes clouded with black dots.

“Leave her alone!” Jonah your coworker screamed before two bullets were put into his stomach.

The only thing you were lucky for was for him not to have shot there yet. Leslie came over running to you as Deluca got onto the phone once again. “Why didn’t you run”

“Couldn’t leave you”

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5 hours and Sweet Pea hadn’t been told a word. No word of hostage conditions, no word on demands, no word to take a shot even though he had sight on the suspect once again which he relayed to the director multiple times. He was losing his mind at the what-ifs. What if she was hurt, what if she got shot? What if it was her stomach? What if she fell? It was typical you were his sweetheart his whole world. You knew each other since you were kids never thinking of dating till your heart got smashed and he finally had the balls to tell you that he likes you. It took years for that to happen. Years you would never regret though. And you would never regret the heartache the boy before him put you through cause without that you would never have been with him, and he was your world and you were his. Being in the unknown scares the daylights out of Sweet Pea. He spent his life as a serpent, nothing ever really scaring him. The only thing that ever did was when you were in danger, and now more than ever, you were.

Pea listened so intently to every sound coming through his earpiece, every movement of the wind, every drop of the pins waiting for those two words marksman fire but it never came.

“Director I was not aware you would be joining us here, why are you not at command?”

“After 5 hours of practically waiting around, and playing yes sir no sir with a very frustrated marksman. I need to find out for myself, something just doesn’t seem right” the Director huffed.

“Director we have been trying for hours to gain an entry point, but with no knowledge of the bombs we have no way of knowing or trying, Fogarty follow”

Fangs followed closely behind their director, walking to the side of the building where the back entry door was to see the police escorting hostages to ambulances and giving them water and warm blankets.

“What in God's name is going on here!”

“Hello Director Chief Adams here, we are holding and medically checking all the hostages”

“Has anyone said anything?” A young man spoke up.

“I did, sir, I told the officer over there that there were no bombs in the building, it was a fluke she would not listen to me told me I was imagining that there surely was bombs, she would not listen and there is a girl in there bleeding!, I tried to get her to listen. His, his name is Deluca and he, he doesn’t have bombs just a gun” Fangs went over consoling the young man. “Sir she was, she was bleeding… a lot of it was covering the entirety of her blue pants and, and we heard another gunshot and scream when we left, it was her again I know it” at that moment Pea knew, Y/N was always one to lay out her outfit the night before. Last night's choice a pair of blue checkered paints a black button-up. It couldn’t be. She was fine. He told himself. Pea screamed in frustration the sound making Fangs coil back. He didn’t know Pea was on his channel, he did not call for him. He had no idea he was listening, but he knew Pea was in a full-on panic at that point.

Fangs screamed alerting his director on the state of their marksman “Director he knows!” He didn’t need to ask Fangs new protocol, no bomb threat, meant that the suspect would be taken out. “Sweet Pea do you read, place your target marksman and make your shot”

“I… I can’t”

“What do you mean Sweet Pea”

“I mean he is gone Fangs, I don’t see him in my view. No! Fuck! Fangs I had him. I had the perfect shot. I should have shot hours ago when I had the fucking chance. I knew there wasn’t a bomb, I fucking told you”

“Protocol would not have allowed you to shoot and you know it, You gotta stop dude, she needs you. Refocus and find your target do you copy”

“I copy” He repositioned his sniper, that had gone awry in his rage, tears slipped out of his eyes as he was trying to locate the suspect now known to him as Deluca. He couldn’t wait any longer though he tried finding him for 20 minutes with no sight or word of anyone on the ground. He needed to save her. Needed to have her life in his hands to know she would be safe.

Fangs was startled by a hand on his shoulder. Pea placing his rifle into the truck next to him while grabbing a tatical vest. “What the fuck do you think your doing Pea”

“Marksman...”

“Director, I, I need…”

“I know what you need son, save her, that officer fucked up and she will pay but right now you need to save your girl fuck all protocol there is no other way to end this I understand that”

“Thank You, sir” Pea handed Fangs a vest as they both got geared to rush Deluca Pea, cocking the gun he was handed ready to save his girls life.

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“Deluca! This is Elite Marksman Pea with the hostage protection unit put down your weapon or we will shoot to kill!” He prepares himself full armor alongside of 20 agents and Fangs, ready to storm the man that had caused so much paint to his girl. He heard her hopeful scream

“Marksman!” He felt a relief knowing she was at least breathing. You were in bliss knowing your man was there and your life was protected by him. “He’s here” you whispered to Leslie as she smiled down at you.

Deluca needed a hostage, a hostage that could protect his life so he grabbed you knowing there was no fight left. “Leave her alone!”

“Too fucking late!” You cried out your leg snapped, and your arm was riddled with pain from where his fingers pressed close to your open wound. The pain radiating through your body everywhere throbbing and dripping with what felt like all of your blood. His arm snaked around the front of your throat the gun pressed to your temple. His hands around your neck a feeling you would never quite forget. The cold metal sending another shock through your warm body. You couldn’t see Pea yet but you knew he was there with you.

“Shoot me! Fucking do it. You don’t have the balls! I hold her life in my hands! And I will take her down with me!” Enough was enough, he knew he had you knew he had to save you. Fangs busted the door open Sweet Pea behind firing around straight into the center of Deluca's eyes. He never missed. It was the one skill he had in every facet. Unparalleled skill to every other sniper. People had ranks, had times where they missed but Pea never did. He was a marksman a skilled one at that. You never heard of missing and in the situation that mattered most, he did his job flawlessly. You fell to the ground with a thud as he did the same. Pea rushing over to your body in an instant.

“Pea” He scooped you up into his lap as the stretcher was being brought in. Your voice smaller than he had ever heard it before. The pain sounding through the quiver that left your lips. You were in so much pain he could hear it, so, so hurt by a man and he didn’t save you soon enough. So, so injured, bleeding, shaking pain, and all he wanted to do was take it from you. To make you feel happy and safe again.

“I love you, mama, your gonna be okay, I promise” Pea moved the matted hair out of your face as he watched your eyes begin to roll further and further back. “I love you so much, do you hear me, you gotta stay with me, okay, you have to mama just stay with me. I’m gonna get you fixed up and you and baby pea are gonna be a-okay Fuck stay with me please, please don’t leave me Y/N” Pea sobbed a tear running down his cheek and landing on the smeared blood that adorned yours. Your eyes closed as you fell limp in his arms, no fight left to stay awake. “No, Y/N… no, no, no you can’t”

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“Pea rode with you in the ambulance Fangs following closely behind as everyone else stayed at the scene. Upon arrival he saw Pea sitting in a chair, blood covered his hands, his shirt his pants, your blood, the blood of his fiance, his baby's mother, his love, blood that was not in his control, blood that he could have prevented but didn’t.

“Pea she will be okay, promise”

“You can’t promise me that Fangs! She went limp! I felt her die in my arms! Fuck, Fangs. I… I can’t lose her don’t you get it she, without her, this life, I never would have done it, fuck you never would have done it. She pushes everyone she knows better, she finds the best in everyone I mean god, I can’t lose her”

Without another word, Fangs sat next to him holding him close as the marksman, the protector, the man who never showed feared cried and cried not knowing what was happening to his fiance.

Pea sat waiting covered in your blood. You were a fighter through and through. You were on the table clinging to life. You lost pints of blood throughout that day needing multiple transfusions to even get you up to a minimum amount needed in your system. Multiple bullets removed; one from your leg and two form your shoulder. Your entire leg was fractured and had to be reset, a good chance you may not be able to walk. 201 stitches to be exact. You were in between doctors multiple working on you during surgery. You were hooked to life support, oxygen, breathing tubes, heart monitors the whole nine. They thought they lost you for a bit your heart flatlining for 25 seconds before it began to pump on its own once again. You were stable, stitched, color returning to your face that had begun to grow pale by the minute. You were not out of the woods yet, still sleeping as the anesthesia wore off.

Pea and Fangs were still huddled together when the nurse came to get him. “Family for Y/N Y/L/N”. They stood up in an instant. “Relation to the patient”

“I am her fiance, and this is her brother” Yeah they may have lied, Fangs was not her brother, but Pea wouldn’t be able to do this alone. “How is she?”

“There were complications, she lost a lot of blood, but transfusions were given. She died on the table but began pumping her heart once again, and she has many stitches and a cast on her leg because it had to be reset, but everything seems to be going well, and they are both fighting strong”

Fangs was confused both? “She’s pregnant Fangs” Fangs wanted to congratulate him but instead he followed, the monotone voice pea had shown just how broken he was after having his girl die in his arms how much he didn’t need the congratulations at that moment. No matter if she was alive or not that would always haunt him.

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From the moment Pea was allowed to be by your bedside he didn’t leave for a second. You deserved the rest. So tired after fighting for two lives. Both yours and your unborn child. Pea held your hand slipping your cleaned engagement ring back on your finger so, so careful not to hit your shoulder or move it in any way that would cause discomfort.

He sat there watching you, so broken, so bruised. The guilt rushed through him. He needed to get it out needed to convey how afraid he was before he burst. “Damnit Y/n I thought I lost you, God I feel like I’ve been to hell and back today and to see you safe I’d do it again just please come back to me” Sweet Pea whispered. He was talking to himself more than anything. You twitched softly, eyes opening as a hi was whispered out from your lips.

Pea got up in a second standing above so she could see him, as he rubbed his fingers through her hair. “Shhh. Hey, I'm right here. I’m here with you, okay, but don’t move too much okay mama, your gonna be in a lot of pain.”

“I’m here... you, you saved me”

“Yes, baby you fought so strong for you and little Pea and I am so proud of you mama” he didn’t acknowledge the part about saving her, because to him saving her meant her not being injured at all, he failed at the duty he promised

“I love you Pea”

“I have to go get the doctors to come and check on you”

“NO, NO, NO!, DON’t” tears raked through your body the panic in your voice rising, your breathing heavied, your heart monitor skyrocketing.

“Ok, ok, shhh, I won’t leave, I’ll just push the call button okay. Look at me, I won’t leave, promise.” His fingers raked through your hair as the button rang, you not letting go of his hand for even a second needing to know he was there.

“Alright Mr, Sweet Pea can you please leave so we can conduct some tests on Y/N”

“I…”

“NO! Don’t make him leave me”

“It will only be for a second Y/N”

“No, no, no, no DON’T MAKE HIM! I Need him” your eyes clouded with tears both from the pain of your body shaking and the fear of Pea having to leave you. He was your savior, your knight in shining armour. “Don’t”

“Look at me Y/N, I promise I’m not gonna leave you okay,. You gotta calm down baby, your gonna hurt yourself, okay. Y/N look at me, not even the toughest of people could make me, I’m right here with you, okay. Hey, shh look at me” His hand came cradling around your cheek as he raised your eyes to look to his. “I’m not gonna leave, promise”. He kissed the top of your head before turning to the doctors. “I can’t leave her, I won’t leave her, not for a second”

“Alright we will work around you, as I can see she won’t let you go”

“Thank you” They checked everything your vitals improved substantially from the last time, your pain level had risen a bit due to the trashing when they tried to take pea away from you, but other than that you were looking good, and so was the little pea inside of you. The doctors left to your own. Pa sat next to you carefully stroking your forehead with his thumb as the pain meds began to work.

“Pea..” You poked his cheek, a small chuckle coming fro his lips

“What do you need baby?”

“Lay with me”

“I can’t baby, I don’t wanna hurt you”

“Please, can’t sleep without you, I want you next to me” A tear slipping out of your eye.

“Hey, hey, shhh. Okay, I will, but if I even cause the slightest pain then i'm getting up okay?”

“Okay” You sat quietly with him for a few minutes, before he spoke up after connecting his lips to your forehead.

“Baby I just, I’m so sorry for... for not getting you out of there earlier. I am so fucking sorry for causing you al this pain. For, putting your life and baby pea’s life on the line. Fuck if I could...” You placed your hand on his cheek making him lean down and connecting your lips with his.

“Shhh, babe, You saved us Pea, none of this was your fault. You did what you had to do, and, you, you saved us both” He knew he did, but it still haunted him. Your shoulder throbbed as you moved your hand atop sweet pea’s that rested on your stomach. But he saved you. Saved you and the little pea that was growing inside. He was your protector.

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hippiedreamsbig · 5 years

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The New Girl part 3- Sweet pea

After school at pops

as Archie, Veronica, Betty, Jughead, and Y/n laughed and had a great time together enjoying their food and enjoying each others company Pop walked up to the table bringing two chocolate milkshakes a strawberry milkshake and two vanilla milkshakes and setting them on the table smiling and walking off as y/n takes one of the chocolate milkshakes and grabbing a fries and sticking it in there and eating it and looks at the crew as they give her a weird look.

“what, is there something wrong?” Y/n asked as Jughead smiles “No, I thought I was the only one who does that” he answered taking one of his fries and sticking it into his shake and eating it. “Yeah, they are definitely alike,” Veronica said as Y/n and Jughead stick their tounges out at her playfully.

“Well, Y/n how do you like Riverdale high so far?” Archie asked as Y/n looked at him after finishing her fries and smiles widely. “so far it’s amazing so are there any types of sports, dances or any events?” Y/n asked looking among the other three as Betty and Veronica smile.

“Actually, we do have sports Archie is on the football team, Veronica is a vixens cheerleader, Jug and I write stories for the school's newspaper” Betty responded as Y/n nods “Oh and Sweet pea is on the basketball team if you are wondering sweetheart.” Archie laughs as Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh my gosh, I could care less if Sweetpea is on the basketball team.” Y/n said and blushes a little bit. “Come on Y/n we all know you like Sweet pea, you can’t fool any of us.” Veronica said as Y/n laughs “Anyway’s it’s getting late Jug and I are going to head out.” Betty said getting up from the booth with Jughead as he wraps his arm around her waist as we all nod.

“Okay, you two be careful and we will see you tomorrow,” Veronica said as Betty smiles and leaves with Jug as Y/n gets up as well. “Yeah, I’m going to head out also I’m sure my dad is wondering where I am anyways bye Archie and Veronica and I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n said and leaves.

-the next day-

Y/n wakes up to her son bouncing on the bed as she smiles widely “Good morning Devitt I’m surprised you’re up this early what are you doing little hyper monkey.” Y/n said kissing his cheek repeatedly as he giggled and squeals.

“Y/n, your friends are here to pick you up for school.” y/n’s dad yelled from downstairs as I get out of bed and sets Devitt down and gets dressed into a tight skirt and a bullet for my valentine shirt tying it in the front and putting on high heel boots and goes quickly to the bathroom and brushes my teeth then my hair and grabs my bag heading downstairs to see Archie and Veronica and Betty and Jughead.

“I hope you don’t mind if we take you to school,” Betty asked as Y/n smiles “Oh, no I don’t mind it beats walking to school every day.” Y/n responded as I looked at my dad and then Devitt then follows the crew out. as we tour to pass the neighborhood and head to school I couldn’t stop and think about sweet pea how cute and sweet he’s being.

“Y/n, are you coming we are here already,” Archie asked as I snapped out my thoughts and blushed getting out the car and heads into the school and up to my locker and smiles when I see Sweet pea there.

“Good morning, beautiful it’s good to see you again.” Sweet pea smiled as I blushed “Good morning, Pea it’s very adorable that you wait by my locker every morning.” y/n laughed softly as Sweet pea chuckles and scratches the back of his neck again. “ I can’t help that we have a beautiful girl Walking these halls by herself,” Pea responded.

- hours skipped after school At home-

As Y/n lays on her bed in her room and reads a book she smiles as she hears her son running into the room “Mommy come downstairs there is someone here for you!” Devitt smiles as I laugh “Oh yeah who is it bubs?” Y/n asked getting up and picks up Devitt going downstairs and sees Sweet pea at the door as I blushed setting down Devitt and walks up to the door.

“Well, well, well looks like the serpent found me.” Y/n laughs as Sweet pea chuckles “It took a lot of begging for Jughead to give it to me, but I been wanting to ask you this I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me on Friday?” Sweet pea asked nervously as Y/n blushed.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Pea?” Y/n asked teasingly “Yes, yes I am.” Sweet pea said smiling widely as I giggle. “I’d love to go on a date” Y/n responded as sweet pea blushes. “Sweet, then I will pick you up Friday night at 7pm sharp goodbye beautiful,” Sweetpea responded and left as Y/n closed the door and picks up Devitt “And you little goober needs to stop answering the door without my supervision unless I go crazy for having you kidnapped.” Y/n said kissing Devitt’s temple and resting him on her hip as walking into the kitchen.

“Mommy can we have some fruit cups and go watch coco on the couch?” Devitt asked as y/n sets him on the table and making some fruit cups and then picks him up and leads to the living room and puts on coco and sits down and has Devitt on her lap as they enjoy the night.

(Alright here’s part 3 oh my god can’t you believe Sweet pea asked Y/n out on a date lets see what happens on the next part let me know what you guys think love doing these any more ideas i can come up with let me know)

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Needles

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amaviarra · 5 years

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Sweet Things PT.2

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A/N: oh man. This took forever to write and I'm so sorry. It didn't flow as easily as part one and i had about three ideas before I settled with this one(literally had multiple drafts 😅) I think this will be the end of sweet things but I might write one shots connected to it about their lives as mates, parents, etc. Thanks again for all the feedback on part 1, hopefully i didn't disappoint with this.

⚠ contains: Omegaverse, drama, car accident, bad writing

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Y/N's jaw clenched as she quickly made her way from the school, slamming the doors open she didn't pause as she heard her name being called.

It wasn't him anyway, she knew that. Which is why she kept pushing forward, if she stopped now and talked about it, it would break her more then she wanted it to.

So instead she continued to the parking lot and her car. She was glad she had decided to drive it today instead of her bike.

Huffing she got inside and started it, ignoring Toni as she pleaded with her to stop she drove out of the parking lot and toward her home.

A small part of her mind was saying she was overreacting, she knew he loved her. They had already agreed to become mates after they graduated from high school.

But it didn't stop the pain she felt from hearing his pain as he voiced his thoughts on Josie being with Archie.

Oh yeah, Y/N had decided to surprise her boyfriend during his rehearsal for "Heather's" and had sneaked in just as they started their little bonding session.

His hurt at seeing Archie and Josie together is what made Y/N run from the school. How could he be like that when they were together?

They were together right? I mean sure, they hadn't officially put a label on it but ever since her heat cycle six months prior they had been together whether she was in heat or not.

Y/N shook her head as she came to a red light at an intersection. She was almost home. Once she was there she'd turn off her phone and go to sleep. Be alone with herself and her thoughts so she could sort herself out.

That sounded good. Seeing the light turn green she started forward. She was half way through the intersection when it happened and there was no way she could have avoided it.

She stilled herself for the pain as she heard the crunch of her car and felt the impact of the other car and then everything went black.

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Sweet pea chewed on his bottom lip as he stood in front of your trailer. He had no clue what to say to you, but he knew he had to be honest.

He hadn't seen you at the rehearsal, he hadn't even known you were there until Toni approached him at told him what happened.

How could he be so stupid?

Deciding to get it over with he rose his hand to knock on the door, before he could actually knock his phone rang and he cursed.

"Yeah?"

"S-Sweetpea?"

He frowned at Toni's voice and the sob that followed. Toni didn't cry "What's up?"

"I-it's Y/N. She's been in accident"

His hold on his phone tightened "Where is she?"

"At the hospital, the ER"

A lump formed in his throat, he tried to clear it away "Alright. I'll be right there"

Without waiting for a response he hung and went back to his bike. Quickly getting on he set off to the hospital.

He got there in record time, after Parking he ran into the ER and quickly found Toni, Fangs and the rest of the serpents waiting to the side.

"What's going on? How is she?"

A quick look around and he could tell everyone is distraught. She couldn't have, could she?

Before anyone could answer a doctor approached the group, looking them over hesitantly before speaking "You're all with Y/N right? The accident victim?"

Sweet pea spoke "Yeah we are, is she doing okay? "

The doctor nodded "They are fine. Y/N has a slight concussion and a broken leg but overall is in good condition. She Will just need to take it easy"

Sweetpea nodded and sighed in relief. "Can I see her?"

The doctor nodded once more " we can only allow two visitors at a time. Follow me"

Sweetpea looked back to see who would follow him in and was surprised to find F.P to be one following him.

The two men silently follwed the doctor through the halls before leading them to a recovery room.

Sweetpea felt his heart sink to his stomach as he saw you, laying in the bed with a cast on your leg and your head bandaged. Everything that was hooked up to you was unsettling.

You opened your eyes as the two of them entered. It hurt him when he saw you stiffen as you saw him.

"Ah, you've awakened. I'm glad. How are you feeling?" The doctor made his way to you.

You groaned "Sore. What happened?" Your body hurt, your throat was dry and your head was throbbing.

"I'm afraid you were in an accident Ms. Y/L/N , but don't worry you are both doing just fine"

Your brow furrowed, had you heard him incorrectly? You tried to recall the events, had Toni been in the car with you? You looked toward F.P deciding to ignore sweetpea's presence for now. "Is Toni okay? Where is she at?"

F.P rose a brow "Toni is fine Y/N, she's in the waiting room waiting for her turn to see you"

You frowned "So she wasn't in the car with me?"

At the shake of his head you turned your attention to the doctor "Then what did you mean by both of us are okay?"

The doctor looked as confused as you felt "You didn't know? You're pregnant"

Pregnant.

The word made the air in the room become so thick you could probably cut it.

F.P cleared his throat as he looked between you and sweetpea. He then looked to the doctor "You know I have some questions about her aftercare, why don't we go out of the room and talk. Leave them to talk"

The doctor nodded and soon the two of them were out. Leaving you and sweetpea alone. You looked at him and saw him standing still, his eyes wide in panic.

"I won't force you"

Your voice seemed to bring him out of his trance and he looked at you, approaching your side he frowned "Force me to do what?"

"Be with me. Take care of the child. I won't force you to do either"

He sighed before taking your hand in his own "I thought we already went over this Y/N. You can't force me to do anything"

You looked down at your joined hands "Then what about what you said at school, at the rehearsal about Josie and Archie?"

"It was stupid, I shouldn't have said. My relationship with Josie had started and ended before us but i guess i just felt upset, that she had lied to me"

You watched him closely "Still, i wish you would have told me"

He nodded and mumbled an "I know" before his gaze left yours and traveled down to your stomach "So are you going to keep it. Our baby?"

By his smirk you were sure you looked as offended as you felt. "Of course" your hand traveled to your stomach and a soft smile came to your lips. You hadn't planned on having a baby so young, but you are glad it was with him.

"We should probably mate sooner then we were planning,

You shrugged "Either way"

Your doctor had told you mating, or bonding, would help reduce the pain of your heat cycles. But you wouldn't have to worry about those during your pregnancy.

You looked up and smiled at Sweetpea "We will take it one step at a time. But please Pea, promise me that you'll talk to me from now on. About your feelings"

He smirked and leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "I promise"

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Needles

Summary: Swarchie Request: Sweet pea had a tattoo but really is afraid of needles and shots and he gets sick stomach flu and had to get one to make him better and fever go down and archie helps him through it

Archie doesn’t say anythinf just moves the trashcan closer to Sweet Pea who groans and shakes his head wincing as he pulls the blanket back over himself. “This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just gotten a flu shot.” Archie breaksthe silence “I hate needles!” “You have a neck tattoo! And one on your finger!” Archie rubs his fingers over the lines on Sweet Pea’s, humming softly. “I got ‘em there so I wouldn’t have to look at it when it was happening!!” “You can just turn your head away when you get a shot!” “But you have to wait for it to happen!” “You know how tattos work right? I mean you’ve gotten two of them at least; can’t be any worse than waiting for one little needle prick.” “Youre a little prick.” Sweet Pea snaps back and Archie shakes his head laughing.

“I’ll be there the whole time yeah? No one’s going to make fun of you or anything.” “I don’t care about that! I care about getting stabbed with a needle!!” “I don’t understand how you can be so calm about a tattoo and not about one flu shot?” “It’s different. Getting these tattoo’s was showing im part ofa family, plus I knew it was gonna be a while and I couldn’t see the needle at all; plus the tattoo gun has sound, makes it seem more likea tiny engine than a machine meant to deliver needles and ink to your skin.” “At least you’re not puking anymore; but you still have a fever.” Sweet Pea hums in confirmation before Archie sighs and moves his head to run it through his hair. “How are you not dying under there? You’re sweating bullets.” “I’m cold.” He grumbles and sighs as Archie’s hand combs through your hair. Fred sighs nudging Archie’s foot so he looks over to him.

“Yeah dad?” “The stomach flu and the regular flu are two different things; it might be worth it to get him an actual flu shot; if he got the flu on top of this it would end up with him in the hospital, and many more needles.” Fred comments when Sweet Pea almost hisses at him. “If you don’t puke in the next day we’ll have to get you a flu shot. It’s just how it works, we want to keep you healthy.” Archie comments, and Sweet Pea sighs nodding. “Don’t make yourself puke to get out of it either.”

“I’m pretty sure if I puke anymore it’ll just be my freaking stomach. Gonna have abs of steel after last night.” “You only puked like twice.” “Yeah but all that gagging and dry heaving; it’s puking without the actual vomit. Just pain.” Sweet Pea tries to offer an overly bright fake smile but it ends up looking like agrimace either way. “You look kinda like a serial killer right now. Cause you’re so washed out and pasty.” “Don’t comapre me to Hal cooper, that’s just low.” “Would you rather be Penelope Blossom then?” “I mean I look good in red right?” Sweet Pea laughs that turns into more coughing and a grimace before Archie all but shoves the trashcan under his nose.

“M not gonna puke.” Archie raise and eyebrow when Sweet Pea continues to cough. “Here.” Archie pulls the trashcan back, half climbing up and half shoving Sweet Pea to the side of the bed. “I’m not getting under the covers I’ll boil alive and look like a lobster.” Sweet Pea laughs and then rolls over to curl into Archie’s chest.

Archie wakes up first relieved to find Sweet Pea still sleeping. He manages to actually move from the bed and ot of his room without waking him up. Archie makes it downstairs to nod to his dadwho offers him lunch, leftover pizza and a glass of soda. “He still asleep?” “Yeah? You think if we wake him up and drag him out before he has a chance to wake up fully it would be better?” “Well I scheduled an appointment for him in about twenty minutes so it would be best. I’lldrop you two off, you can just call me when you need to be picked up.” Fred nods as Archie turns back towards the stairs. “Sweets. Come on.” Archie nudges him and Sweet Pea peers from the blankets that he’s pulls around himself. Sweet Pea grumbles but wraps the blankets around them as he crawls out of the bed leaning on Archie who leads him down the stairs.

“Wher we goin’ Smells like pizza.” Sweet Pea hums and Archie nods. “My dad ate the leftovers, I thought the could maybe get Pop’s?” Sweet Pea nods pressing his forehead to Archies. “Pop’s is good. Can we go now?” “Yeah sounds like a good idea; my dad can drive us.” Archie nods to his dad who jingles the car keys and Sweet pea sinks into the back seat already falling back asleep.

“Sweet we just have to make a quick stop here, I’ll get you cheese fries if you come with me.” “Better have bacon on ‘em.” SweetPea wakes up and nods sitting up and climbing out of the car to freeze. “This issn’t Pop’s.” “I know we have to- SWEET PEA! Don’t try to run home! Come here. It’s just a little jab; I’ll sit with you. My dad will pick us up when we’re done.” Archie soothes hand running through Sweet Pea’s hair. “You owe me so so much.” “Extra bacon and cheese on the fries then?” “And an extra milkshake and at least four more kisses than normal.” “Sweet Pea the last time we got Pop’s we almost got kicked out for making out.” “So now we gotta get kicked out.” Sweet Pea grins but it falls off as Archie drags him into the doctors.

“ So It seems like you just caught some mild form of the stomach bug that’s been going around, which is good; so we’re going to get you a flu shot since it seems like the stomach bug is almost completely out of your system but if you got the flu that’s also going around you’d be right back at square one so to speak. Now.” Sweet Pea ducks back as the doctor swivels in his chair the shot and alcohol wipe in his hands. “Ah, not a fan of needles then. I suppose I can’t offer you a lollipop if you’re a good boy and that would smooth it over?” “I wouldn’t say no to a lollipop but yeah; not going to help.” “Well how’d you get your tattoos then?”

“I didn’t have to look a them when I got it! It was easier to just turn away and not have to watch. OW.” “See all done, and you didn’t die. Much easier than a tattoo right?” “No I’d rather get the rest of my fingers done.” “Well now you won’t get the flu. You’re free to go whenever.” “Can I get a lollipop anyways?” “Grape or orange?” “Can I have both?” Sweet Pea grins when the doctor laughs a little. “Well since you were soooo good, just take them.” He offers four out and Sweet Pea laughs ending it in an awkward cough. “Make sure to get plenty of rest.” “So off to Pop’s to get kicked out now?” Sweet Pea nods to Archie who smiles pulling his phone out to call his dad.

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Ungovernable. Chapter Two. // Sweetpea x OC.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Eleanor Fenn

Genre: Gang, future smut, angst, slow burn

Word count: 1.2k lol

Rating: PG-13 future parts may be rated R or NC-17

Warnings: swearing, underaged drinking, underaged drug use, abuse, stalking, harassment.

A/N: sry for posting late and lol pissed that i had to upload this twice.

School is bullshit no matter where you live, my first day at Southside High was a huge blow. I definitely befriended some younger serpents though, and thankfully I was "protected" by the serpents.

Apparently there's another gang but they're considered the Ghoulies, and they're all drug heads and really fucked up. I knew about more gangs, but according to Fangs and Sweet pea, these guys are insane.

I'm not surprised though, Riverdale is not an exception. Every place has the crew with some fucked up people.

On my second day, I got some back talk from this outsider who goes to the school, saying they know I wasn't a real serpent and how I shouldn't be sitting and hanging out with the Serpents, let alone be wearing one of the jackets.

Toni said to ignore it, outcasts try and pick on everyone but back out when they get shit on for being a dickhead.

The teachers here are stupid, not as bad as the last place I was, at least these ones can get a word out in the class. My mother may be an uptight bitch but she used all her money on herself, so I ended up going to trash schools anyways.

Southside High is a bit of an upgrade since my last school you couldn't even hang out anywhere besides outside or in the classrooms during school hours.

A lot of pregnant teens ran around the school, stupid guys with no brains would knock up chicks in the bathrooms, janitor closets. No one really went to the lunch room either considering someone was probably getting fingered under the table.

I had a few friends, I usually hung out with the stoners, or the kids that skipped everyday.

It was currently 5am in the morning on Friday, I was taking The Beast for a morning walk, I seen him at the Wyrm and he was so cute I needed him. My dad says he's the first task when becoming a serpent, to take care of Hotdog. Which is really rude because he's a cute pup, if you don't smell his breathe.

The moon was very much still shining and I was wearing some black sweatpants with a cropped t-shirt with a thin sweater overtop.

Clearing my head is probably the hardest thing for me to do, so Hotdog and I usually walk to a park and sit at it and play with a ball together and then walk home. The first real joy in my life for the longest time.

I've always had a soft spot for dogs growing up, never being allowed to have one when living with my mother because she couldn't stand the dogs being on the furniture. Why get a dog if they can't sit with you? I tried to even convince her to let me get a cat, but she told me she was allergic. Allergies? You can take a allergy pill for that. No use explaining that to her though.

I'm not surprised my mother suddenly turned on me, her new husband has always been talking badly about me, suspecting that I am going to get into trouble and end up in jail or worse dead. In his eyes you could do anything and you were a danger. Fucking dickhead. When you got home you let Hotdog in and grabbed your phone and a pack of cigs off the kitchen table and sat on the front steps.

Turning on your phone while taking a drag from your cigarette you checked your emails and texts, seeing a text from a random number, you didn't bother to look at the message you decided to check your emails. Clicking through them you noticed an email from an old flame, it read "I miss you sweetheart." Quickly deleting the email and blocking the email address you looked at your Instagram notifications. Didn't realize a picture of that local restaurant in Riverdale would receive so many likes?

Taking a long drag and blowing it out you finally looked at the unknown number, the numbers area code wasn't Riverdale so the message confused you. "I see you." You were never one to be spooked often, but the fact that you had only given your number out to your new friends disturbed you.

Putting your cig out you ran into the trailer seeing you had an hour to get ready for school. It was Friday but you told Toni you'd meet her at Pops and get coffee before classes.

Rushing out of the house, avoiding a hug from your dad and running over to hotdog to give him a kiss on the head, yelling goodbye and walking in the direction to Pops, put your ear buds in your ears and clicking shuffle in your music.

Your boots shuffle down the road while you lightly bob your head to the tunes playing in your ears. You could see down the road that Toni had just pulled into the parking lot, with Fangs and Sweetpea next to her, Fangs ended up turning around and yelling your name, causing you to pause your music and shoving your earbuds and phone into your the pocket of your jacket.

"Hey Dracula," you smiled ruffling Fang's hair and shoving Pea's side, causing him to turn at you and scowl. Toni looked in your direction and grabbed your hand pulling you away from the boys and dragging you into the building and shoving you into the window seat.

"El, your fit is so cute," Toni said while Fangs and Pea joined you guys at the table. "Yeah El, so so cute," Fangs said mimicking Toni.

"Fangs, shove it." Toni said while glaring at him. When the waiter came over to the table we all ordered. Having about 20 minutes before we needed to be at the school, Toni and Fangs were usually on time and I usually stayed back with Pea since I dont give a fuck about school.

Basically chugging my coffee, I listened to the conversation that was happening in front of me. Feeling a vibration in my pocket I pulled out my phone and seen that it was the same number from earlier, but the message said "Bitch." Shaking my head and putting my phone back in my pocket I downed the rest of the hot liquid. Toni and Fangs announced they were gonna head to the school and I should catch a ride with Pea, which I have done before which isn't anything new.

After they pulled out of the lot, it was usually awkward with me and Pea, ever since yesterday during lunch he's been acting weird with me. "What were you listening to?" he asked me which brought me out of my daze. "I seen you walking and you looked like the song was really good." He said.

Pulling out my phone I looked at my Spotify, "uhh, you probably wouldn't like it, honestly." I told him, but before I could even finish my sentence, he moved from across from me and sat next to me in the booth.

"Lemme listen, I wont judge." He admitted. Rolling my eyes I pulled my headphones out of my pocket and handed him one ear and put the other one in my ear before I played Dancer in the Dark by Chase Atlantic. He looked at me with skeptical eyes before turning away and listening to the song.

"Dancing with the devil?" he repeated from the song when it ended. I nodded before looking at the time and insisted that it was Friday and we shouldn't be an hour late again. He nodded his head and pulled out his wallet and putting down a 10 before we left and hopped on his bike before heading to the school.

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Not For Him

Request: Yes / No Hi please can I have a sweetpea x jones reader where I'm jughead & bettys little sister and I have an eating disorder and they all start picking up on it (jughead, betty, sweetpea, fangs, fp, alice, toni, cheryl,veronica and archie) and my excuses of not eating & one day my mum (alice) asks me to eat breakfast with them all & I get upset about it and start to cry and I tell them its be cause of my boyfriend & how hes horrible to me and then sweetpea confesses his love for me & we get together Anon

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Word count: 1301

Warnings: ANOREXIA (Will not be tagging anyone because of the possible triggering content)

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My family was a little weird. It started with my Dad, FP Jones and my Mom, Gladys Jones, my older brother, Jughead Jones, my little sister Jellybean Jones, and me. Then my Mother and sister left us and it was just me, my Dad, and my brother. But then they came back and we tried being a family again, it didn’t work out. Now my dad was married to Alice Cooper. So my sister was now Betty Cooper, my brother’s girlfriend, like I said weird family. But everyone was happy and no one in town really seemed to care. We all lived together and everything was pretty great actually, well all except my boyfriend. When we started dating he was so sweet to me, but then he started criticizing me and comparing me to other girls. He was always telling me how he wishes I was skinner like them. It got to me and now I have anorexia. It wasn’t that hard to hide from my family because we never really ate together anyway. They always assumed I ate before they got home and I didn’t need to deal with it. My friends were a different story, I was always making up excuses for not eating and they haven’t caught on yet.

I woke up in the morning and got ready for school. My stomach ached from not eating, but I pushed through the pain. I walked downstairs to see everyone getting ready to eat breakfast and my heart started beating faster.

“Y/N, come sit. We were just about to eat.” Alice said with a smile.

“I’m not really very hungry…” I lied.

“Come on honey, you need to eat breakfast.” My dad said.

“Yeah, don’t you know it’s the most important meal of the day?” Jughead said with a laugh and tears started blurring my vision. I can’t give into the hunger that’s screaming at me.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Betty asked, concerned.

“I-I’m fine. I’m just not hungry!” I insisted.

“What’s up with you?” Jellybean asked confused.

“I just said! I’m not hungry!” I said a little louder than needed. I felt tears fall down my face and I turned to run back up to my room, but someone grabbed my arm and stopped me. The person pulled me into them and I looked up to see my Dad looked down at me with worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked and I just shook my head. I was crying hard now and I couldn’t speak. It felt like everything was crashing down on me and I didn’t know what to do. He took me over to the couch and Betty came to sit on my other side. Everyone was in the living room now, all staring at me with concern and confusion.

“Just relax Y/N/N.” Jughead said as Betty rubbed my back. My Dad grabbed my hand and gently squeezed. I took a few deep breaths and managed to get myself under control.

“Tell us what’s wrong.” Alice said and I tried blinking away my tears.

“I-I just don’t want to eat…” I said.

“We got that, why?” Jellybean asked.

“JB!” My dad scolded her for her slight attitude.

“Sorry.” She said and I looked down at my hands.

“Leo is always comparing me to other girls…” I whispered.

“What?” Betty asked shocked.

“He’s always saying how he wishes I was skinner like them…” I said.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jughead growled.

“You’re breaking up with that boy right now.” Alice said and took my phone. She sent him a text and broke up with him for me.

“But he’s right! I’m not like them.” I cried and my Dad pulled me close to him.

“Princess, you’re perfect. But if you want to lose weight you can’t do this to yourself, it’s dangerous. And you should only lose weight if you want to, not because someone else says you should.” He said and kissed my head.

“When was the last time you actually ate a real meal?” JB asked.

“I-I don’t know… Maybe a few months ago…” I answered.

“Get your ass to that table right now.” My Dad said, pulling me up with him. He sat me at the table and started piling my plate with food.

“Dad, you can’t expect her to eat all that right away…” Jughead said taking some off.

“He’s right, we need to ease her into eating normally again.” Betty said sitting down next to me. I looked at the food and my stomach felt like it hurt more.

“You’re not going to school today, I will be making you a doctors appointment.” Alice said and I sighed.

“Eat up.” Dad said.

As promised, Alice took me to the doctor. They measured my height and weight, checked my vital signs, some blood tests, they brought in a mental health specialist to talk to me for a bit, and finally did an x-ray just to be safe. Luckily they didn’t think I was bad enough to require hospitalization, but I did have to go to therapy until they thought I was better. It took most of the day and when we got home Jughead, Betty and JellyBean, were home with Sweet Pea. They all looked at me with such pity and I hated it. I just ran up to my room and shut my door.

After an hour someone knocked on my door. I ignored them, but they wouldn’t stop.

“Go away!” I called. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone.

“Y/N, please open the door.” Sweet Pea’s voice rang from the other side and I sighed. I got up and opened the door. He gently pushed his way inside and shut the door.

“I heard what happened, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked and tears sprang to my eyes.

“Because I didn’t want anyone to know! I stopped loving Leo a long time ago, but I just couldn’t leave.” I said with a few tears falling down my cheeks. Sweet Pea pulled me into a hug and he gently stroked my hair.

“You deserve someone so much better than that asshole. Jughead and Fangs had to keep me from kicking his ass all day.” He said and I looked up at him confused.

“Why would you care so much?” I asked.

“He hurt you, of course I’m gonna care!” He said, confused.

“But I knew why Jughead would want to kick his ass, but why you?” I asked.

“I always hated him, because he was with you and I wasn’t.” He answered and my eyes widened.

“W-what?” I asked.

“Y/N, I’ve always been so hopelessly in love with you, I just never said anything because you seemed so happy with that dickhead. Now I wish I did, then you wouldn’t have to go through all this shit.” He said and I just stared at him. My best friend was in love with me? But he’s a player! He always said he would never fall in love and that’s why I gave up hope that he would ever love me back.

“I love you too…” I whispered and a smile grew on his face. He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet loving kiss, something I never got from Leo. This kiss actually had love in it. With Leo there was never love, I was just too naive to see it.

“I’ll help you through all of this, because you’ve always been perfect, Y/N.” He said resting his forehead on mine. It was that moment that I knew I’d be able to get through anything that life threw at me. That I would be able to overcome this dark time in my life and it would be replaced by light.

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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01 | gangsta | sweetpea

Notes:

I’d say I’m sorry for starting a 3rd multi chapter series but I’m honestly not. I haven’t written a whole lot for Riverdale, but this idea just kinda came to me and I rolled with it? Anyway, yeah.. If people really like this, I might be tempted to keep this going beyond just the few parts I already kind of have halfway planned.

Huge hug to @twistnet because their writing about Sweetpea kind of awakened and fuelled this and if you’re not reading their fics, you really should tbh.

Summary:

They clearly don’t mix. But sometimes, opposites attract. The only question is will these two’s sparks cause an inferno or go down in flames?

Ugh.. I hate my summaries, thanks.

Pairing:

Andrews!OFC, Alyssa x Sweetpea. Yep. She’s Archie’s sister. I couldn’t resist.

Warnings:

Uhh... teen angst, relationship drama, sexual tension, possible fights / violence here and there and.. That’s pretty much it. Oh yeah and eventually, filth.

Also, this is probably not going to follow seasons 2 through present to the letter. Actually, I’ll venture to warn now, it definitely will not. Because there’s some things in it that I’ve seen so far that make zero actual sense. And there’s probably not going to be a whole lot of Archie,Betty,Jugs and Veronica in here too, because this is me, kind of writing all the side characters into things a little more?

Tagging:

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Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc - soundtrack ]

ONE.

“Sweet Pea, you’ll be working with Alyssa Andrews.”

I didn’t dare turn to look back at the guy. He was probably one of the most intimidating guys in Riverdale High. He hardly spoke to anyone unless it was one of the two friends he happened to have. Neither of them were in this class period.

The teacher, seeming impressed with himself, gave a nod to Sweet Pea and Sweet Pea grumbled, stalking up the aisle and flopping lazily into the empty seat next to mine. Our sides brushed a little when he moved his desk closer after getting a look from our teacher. I tried not to tense up.

Sweet Pea seemed to notice. He smirked at me.

Leaned in a little.

“Relax, cherry. I don’t bite unless I’m asked.” he muttered against my ear. My breath caught in my throat and I was promptly thrown into the mother of all internal uproars. I shoved the book between us wordlessly, not even daring to glance over at him.

I was not about to let him take pride in the fact that he made me blush or rattled me, not even a little.

Our sides brushed again and I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath. Across the classroom, Reggie was already working with one of the other girls on my squad. I watched them laughing and flirting back and forth and I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

“I’m supposed to be his girl and yet.. It’s as if I don’t even exist.” I muttered, mostly to myself. Annoyed at myself for being hurt over it because it shouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Reggie was a flirt. I’d known that going into things. I’d tried not to let it get to me. Tried to remind myself that nine times out of ten, he wasn’t doing it intentionally.

But tell that to Mandy. Mandy automatically thinks that any guy who flirts with her is in love with her, my brain weighed in on the matter and I sighed, drumming my nails against the desktop, glancing over my shoulder at the two and rolling my eyes all over again. I just knew I was going to have to hear about this all afternoon at practice.

“So you’re a River Vixen, huh, cherry?” he muttered after a few seconds, nodding to the cheerleading uniform I was wearing. I could feel him staring at me and sure enough, when I bothered to tear my eyes off of Reggie across the room and in full flirt mode with Mandy, he was looking me up and down. He repeated his question.

Just something about the tone he took when asking it both times that he’d done so had me jumpy. Defensive. He said it with this air of disdain. Making it obvious for the thousandth time since our school merged that he hated Riverdale High.

“Mhm.” I kept my best calm and neutral tone, despite the fact that I knew he was probably being judgemental. Or that he was being a tease. Maybe even both. “I have a name, by the way.”

“I know. But you also have bright red hair.” Sweet Pea shrugged, barely containing the smirk the second he realized that maybe he was getting to me.

“Yes. I realize this. But my name is Alyssa.” I muttered, my voice dropping lower. Trying my best not to let the giant of a Serpent intimidate me because that wasn’t who I was. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Relax… Cherry.” Sweet Pea smirked at me.

“You just had to do that.” I grumbled quietly, shaking my head. I tried to focus more on the reading part of our assignment for today, but I couldn’t. Between Sweet Pea and the fact that I couldn’t tell whether he was teasing me, being an ass overall or a little of both and knowing that my own boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to butt in on my behalf and offer to switch with the guy because ‘his stupid pride’ and his thing against any and all Southsiders, my mind was already too full.

I finished my worksheet and glanced over at Sweet Pea, watching his eyes move over the page. Watching the way his tongue rolled over his lips as he wrote out his answers on the worksheet in front of him.

I jumped when without even looking at me, he muttered calmly, “See somethin you want, cherry?”

“No, I was actually just making sure you were actually doing the work.” I retorted, biting my lip when the words came a little harsher than I meant. He stopped writing and laid down his pencil, glancing up at me.

“Aw. Is somebody mad because her so-called boyfriend ditched her with a Serpent to go work with one of her little Valley girl clone besties?”

“Eat shit.” I snapped, tensing. Holding his gaze defiantly.

“You kiss your boyfriend with that mouth, cherry?”

My cheeks burned hot. Kissing was about all I did to Reggie Mantle with my mouth. And I never seemed to hear the end of it with most of the other girls on my squad, either. It was as if my sex life, or lack thereof, was the main topic of discussion pretty much any given moment.

,, And probably why he’s working with Mandy instead of you right now. You know he’s getting tired of getting stopped at second base.” my mind taunted me. I took a few deep breaths to really keep from losing my temper and I shrugged, not bothering to answer Sweet Pea.

I don’t think I’ve ever made a faster retreat than the one I made the second the bell to end class rang. I grabbed my stuff up in a hurry, flustered and a little annoyed. Definitely angry.

Reggie caught up to me in the hallway, holding out his letterman’s jacket.

The one I’d been in such a rush to leave class that I’d left behind. I was beyond tempted to shove the jacket back at him and tell him maybe he needed to give it to Mandy. Or Veronica. Or any of the other girls he’s constantly talking to. But I bit my tongue and took it.

I didn’t feel like speaking up, telling him it bothered me when he went into charmer mode only to have him promise not to anymore and then turn to do it all over again not even an hour later. The whole thing was infuriating, more than a little redundant by now.

“You okay, princess?”

Reggie eyed me as he asked the question and again, I heavily debated telling him exactly what was wrong with me, but again I chose not to.

It wasn’t worth the argument.

It hurt, but it wasn’t worth the hassle.

I plastered on what I hoped was my best convincing smile and leaned against his side, letting his arm wrap around my waist. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

I tensed when Reggie spoke up, mentioning the fact that I’d gotten paired to work with Sweet Pea for the semester. “Ya know, you could’ve said somethin, princess.”

“You know how Mr. Keaton is, Reg. It wouldn’t have mattered.” I muttered, my jaw clenching just a little because it irritated me. Did he not see that it went both ways and stop to think that maybe, just maybe… If he didn’t feel like it was important to do on my behalf, maybe I didn’t see the sense in making waves for him?

He chuckled, rubbing his chin as he leaned against the locker next to mine when we stopped at mine so I could switch out my books. I stopped digging through my books and notebooks to gaze up at him. “It’s not a big deal.” I shrugged it off.

Honestly? It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t see any difference between the jerk of a Serpent I’d been paired to work with and Reggie at this particular point in time. ,,I just had an easier time telling one of the two where they could shove it.” my brain saw fit to point this out and I quickly shoved out the intrusive thought.

Reggie wasn’t a bad guy. He just had a few glaring flaws.

At least he wasn’t out late at bars or getting arrested. Or whatever it was that Sweetpea called himself doing as a member of an actual gang.

All I had to go on, of course, were my brother Archie’s interactions with the gang thus far. Outside of Jughead Jones, of course. But to put it technically, Jughead couldn’t really be considered an actual Serpent. Merely one by association.

Reggie seemed content with my answer, pulling me closer as we walked past the section of the hallway where Sweetpea and his friends' lockers were. Glaring at Sweetpea as if he had some kind of point to prove.

What Sweetpea did was petty. And if I were in a better mood and the guy hadn’t spent all morning making his mission to drive me up the wall, I’d have laughed.

“Hey Cherry?”

I stopped and turned back, my hand on my hip. “Again. My name is Alyssa.” I reminded him firmly. We locked eyes and I bit my lip, squirming a little under the intense once over he gave me before meeting my gaze again a few seconds later. I dropped my gaze quickly.

Wait, was I blushing right now?

Why was I blushing right now?

“Leather would look better on you.” Sweetpea rubbed his chin thoughtfully, locking eyes with me again for a few seconds when I dared to look up, thinking the whole staredown was over. What surprised me was that as he was letting his eyes roam over me, sizing me up, I actually felt my stomach flipping and flopping lazily. My breath even caught in my throat a little and despite everything, I felt my cheeks burning just slightly at his words and that look in his eyes when they met mine all over again.

I eyed him with a raised brow. When Reggie practically growled from beside me and I had to throw my arm out to stop him from storming over and Sweetpea smirked, I gave him a dirty look.

“ You think you’re slick, Serpent? Talkin to my girl like that?” Reggie was seconds away from storming over. Starting a fight. A fight that I knew would get him benched during the game tonight. I cleared my throat, tensing in front of him. “Reggie, don’t.”

“Why the hell not, huh? Did you hear what he said to you?” Reggie looked down at me. It was clear he was wound up, the fuse was lit. All I could do was roll my eyes. Keep quiet. Because if I opened my mouth right now, I was going to wind up arguing with Reggie. And it was over something stupid. Pointless. I knew what Sweetpea was up to right now. If Reggie didn’t, that wasn’t exactly my problem.

Yes, I was still very bitter about his lack of a solution in class earlier. That was it. That was the entire reason I wasn’t about to step up and defend my relationship with Reggie after Sweetpea’s remark called it to question.

,, now he says something. It only took Sweetpea being an ass. Questioning Reggie’s role as my boyfriend. Oh no, he couldn’t stop me from being paired with Sweetpea earlier, when he knew it made me uncomfortable. He wanted to make it into my fault that I said nothing, too.” the thought came, making me even more irritable, especially when I couldn’t shove it out.

Sweetpea smirked when our eyes met again and I bit my lip, quickly dropping my gaze. God forbid I stir things up even further…

,, why does it feel like I’m gonna come undone when he looks at me like that? He’s clearly doing it just to get under Reggie’s skin, there’s no way in hell he actually wants me.” I found myself thinking, only to get annoyed by the fact that yes, it did bother me to know that.

XXX

“The guy spent the whole period hitting on another girl. Right in front of her. I mean, it’s her fault if she’s too stupid to take that as a huge hint.” Sweetpea finished his tangent and promptly raised his brows, swallowing the food he’d shoveled in as he’d been ranting to Toni and Fangs.

Toni and Fangs shared a look.

“I knew he liked her. I called it.” Toni teased triumphantly, high fiving Fangs.

“What the fuck? No!” Sweetpea practically growled the words. Glaring at both Toni and Fangs when they gave him a look as if to say ‘Riiiight. Sure ya don’t.’ but said nothing. “I’m just pointing out she’s obviously too stupid to see what’s obvious.”

“And that little dig in the hallway was what?” Toni questioned, laughing when all Pea could do was open and close his mouth and then finally take a very aggressive bite of his burger. “It was me, stirring her up. Look, she’s hot. That’s it.” Sweetpea insisted firmly.

“If that were it, you wouldn’t always be glancing over at her. Getting that angry look whenever you see her around with that prick Mantle.” Fangs pointed out, earning him a glare from Sweetpea. Fangs continued, despite it. “And the whole reason you moved the fight from Andrews house to that vacant lot after you saw her in the upstairs window.. Why did you do that, again?” smirking when Sweetpea clenched his fists and grumbled at him, answering quietly, “I didn’t think it’d be right for her to have to watch her brother getting his ass handed to him. That’s it.”

A throat clearing had the three looking up.

Alyssa stood there, a hand on her hip. Glaring down at Sweetpea who flashed her a smirk.

“See something you want, cherry?” Sweetpea teased, taking a handful of fries from his plate, biting into them. Holding her gaze steady. A little annoyed with himself at the way his heart fluttered and sped up just the slightest as he did this.

“It’s.. You know what? Nevermind. Call me whatever, I don’t care. But no. I don’t. I did come over here to tell you whatever it is you're up to, I don’t appreciate being dragged into the middle of it. I know you’re only doing this in the first place to wind Reggie up. I’m not stupid.” Alyssa said the words with a jaw clenched tight. Glaring at Sweetpea.

Until he licked his lips and Toni happened to see the way her eyes followed the movement helplessly and began to really sit there and quietly assess the situation. Smiling to herself as her own suspicions formed exactly as to why Sweetpea’s actions as of late bothered Alyssa Andrews so much.

She kept it to herself.

Sweetpea chuckled and shrugged. “Don’t know why it bothers you. The guy’s an asshole. Do better, Cherry.” he waved his hand dismissively at her as if he were shooing her from the spot she stood in at the end of the table. Alyssa glared and folded her arms, tapping her foot as her mouth opened and closed for a minute or two.

Then she turned sharp and stormed off. Finding her own table with Reggie and the rest of the football players and cheerleaders.

Sweetpea found himself staring at her, shaking his head. Clenching his fists. “I don’t get it. How does she not see her whole thing with that asshole is one sided, huh?”

“The more important question to ask, Pea, is why in the hell it bothers you so much? They’re Northsiders man, leave ‘em to whatever it is.” Fangs shrugged everything off, taking a sip of the soda in front of him as he leaned back in the chair lazily.

Sweetpea ignored his friend and found himself watching the table Alyssa sat at again. Watching her. The way she threw her head back to laugh. The bright little smile that gave him the distinct feeling that yes, she could certainly be a handful if she really wanted to and she were really being her truest self. He glared at Reggie when the two locked eyes after a few minutes.

And while the advice his best friend Fangs gave him was a good idea in theory, it was not an idea good enough to stop Sweetpea. Even though Sweetpea knew good and well that it probably should’ve been.

He needed to just let go.

He’d die before admitting it, but knowing he’d never have a chance with her only made him want her so much more. Enough that maybe the thought took root.. Maybe he could keep stirring things up. At the very least, Reggie wouldn’t have her all to himself anymore after it all played out. ,, and anybody is better than that fucking prick Mantle.” Sweetpea shoved the thought out of his head as soon as it came, because he knew deep down it was a lie.

He wanted her. All to himself.

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Ugh okay daddy!E feeding his baby some baby food and being H I M he tastes it and screws his face up and just apologizes to her like "I'm sorry bup I swear food tastes better when you get older" and flat out refuses to feed her anything but things he knows taste good

HI ANON! i hope you’re having a good sunday 💙💙💙

dude, i totally have this vision of daddy!E being absolutely WHIPPED for his baby girl. ugh like when she’s a baby and crying in the crib and you’re like “ethan, she has to learn how to self-sooth or she will never sleep in her own bed!” and ethan’s like “yeah, yeah, okay, you’re right” and waits til you roll over and fall back asleep, because he can’t take the baby’s whimpering and his heart is breaking so he sneaks into her room to pick her up and rock her.

a couple nights out of the week you can either find ethan passed out in the rocking chair with the baby on his chest because he doesn’t want to get in trouble with you for going to get her in the middle of the night when she just wanted to be held, OR he will sneak her into bed with you guys and his plan in the morning is always to bring her back to her crib before you wake up, but that never happens because ethan sleeps like a rock and never wakes up before you, so you always wake up to ethan laying on his stomach with a protective arm around the baby to make sure he A.) doesn’t roll over on her, B.) she doesn’t fall off the bed and C.) to hide the baby from you so you don’t get mad, but how can you get mad when your husband cares so much about his daughter that he literally can’t stand to hear her cries in the middle of the night, so he goes to her? UGH, you would obviously soft AF, but it still wouldn’t change the fact that your daughter can’t sleep on her own hardly ever, ahhahaha.

but okay, anyway, so the moral of the story is, obviously babies have to eat mushed up veggies. you always try and make sure your baby is eating the best food, etc. in spite of the fact that she really loves to throw it. so every time ethan has to feed you guys’ daughter she always tries to throw it at him because she hates it. ethan constantly is trying to coax her into eating it by doing the airplane trick, pretend eating it himself, singing to her, etc, but NOTHING works.

so one day he tries it in a last ditch effort to try and get her to eat it, “see? watch daddy eat it, mmmm” and as ethan puts a spoonful in his mouth his face automatically screws up in disgust as he attempts to swallow the gross mush. of course the baby laughs at his silly face and points at him almost as if to say, “see? told you it tastes like shit!”

ethan automatically mentally says ‘fuck this’ and chucks the baby food in the trash for the day and chooses to break out the puffs instead. “i promise food gets so much better when you’re older, baby. we’ll try again with this… uh, strained peas tomorrow. i think after we both ate a spoonful of that we deserve some puffs, whaddya think?” and of course the baby is just gurgling back at him, her hands smacking the tray of her highchairs cause she’s amped for some PUFFS. ethan dumps some puffs on the tray of her highchair and goes, “okay, lovebug, here you go, don’t tell momma, okay?”

ethan’s relationship with his baby girl would be FILLED with “don’t tell momma” and lots of giggles as ethan and her would always be getting into trouble

i am so soft, anon, wow i’m sorry this turned v long

i hope you’re having a good day, sweetpea!!💙

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan fluff #asks

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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Checklist [Two]

PART TWO

(sweetpea x reader)

Warnings:

Word Count: 1821

SERIES MASTERLIST

5. Dance with a stranger

6. That little black dress. Wear it.

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You were peacefully sitting on the couch catching up on your favourite show (that Sweetpea stopped you from watching to get your damn tattoo) when you were rudely interrupted by Sweetpea once again pulling your laptop off your lap.

“Get up loser we’re going dancing!”

“Did you just try to quote mean girls?”

“Maybe… Just get up it’s time to cross another activity off the list.”

Rolling your eyes at the giant boy, you reached for your laptop that was in his hands only to be pulled back by two other strong arms. Fangs.

“Really guys? Can’t I have one night to myself?”

“Not when there’s a lot of stuff you have to get done in twelve days and you’ve only done one thing. One.” Fangs shot back, walking around the couch to lift you onto your feet.

Turning you so you faced him, Fangs placed both his hands on your shoulders and tried to put on his most serious face.

“You’re going to go shower because you’ve been on that couch for a solid day only getting up when you need to pee or refill your snack bowl – don’t even deny it,” he held up a finger when you opened your mouth to argue, instantly shutting you down.

“You’re then going to grab that little black dress that the girls want you to wear and go out, have fun for once. Let loose, I want to hear all about your amazing night when you both come home.”

Not leaving any room for disagreement, Fangs grabbed your hands and dragged you into the bathroom muttering about how you really needed a shower because you were starting to smell out the house, before shutting the door in your face.

He can be so annoying sometimes.

Sighing you got undressed and showered figuring that there was no way out of this. Once Fangs and Sweetpea were set on an idea, you best believe they’re going to get what they want.

After cleaning yourself up, you jumped out of the shower drying yourself before wrapping the towel around your body and combing through your wet hair.

Deciding to leave your hair natural, since it would most likely be messed up by the end of the night, you tightened the towel around your body and prepared to make the sprint into your bedroom that was across the hall.

Mentally counting to three, you opened the door and ran as fast as you could into your room hearing the laughter of the boys somewhere in the house.

Now to get that damn dress on.

Sliding your closet door open, you riffled through the multitude of black jeans and leather jackets hung up until you reach the skin tight piece that was hidden amongst them. Taking it off the hanger, you held it up in front of your face before tossing it onto your bed and reaching down into the far corner of your closet to grab the pair of black heels that went with it before throwing them onto the bed with the dress.

You were so going to kill Cheryl and Toni for putting you through this.

Walking over to your bed, you ran a hand through your half dry-half wet hair before dropping the towel, reaching into your dresser and grabbing a matching pair of lacy undergarments. If you’re doing this, may as well go all out.

After putting them on you reached for the dress, unzipping the back before stepping into it. Tugging it up your legs, you reached behind yourself, zipping the dress before sitting on the edge of your bed and putting on the pair of black pumps.

Once you were changed, you shakily made your way over to your vanity mirror as you got used to walking in heels for the first time in years. The last time you could remember wearing them was at your cousin's bachelorette party – that’s what the dress was from anyway – and you twisted your ankle, ending up in the emergency room by the end of the night.

Running your hand over the makeup products that you used, you decided to just play it safe and go for a neutral look. You were already going all out with the dress and heels so you didn’t see any point in doing anything more. Tossing your hair around a bit for some volume, you nodded to yourself. It wasn’t anything special but you definitely felt hot.

Giving yourself a spray of the perfume on your bedside table and one final glance in the mirror, you made your way out into the living room where the boys were chatting up a storm. Stopping their conversation when you stood in front of them.

“So, what do you think?..”

Both of them opened and closed their mouths, looking a lot like fish before Fangs let out a breathless ‘you look hot.’

“Thank you,” awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot (and already regretting wearing the heels due to the ache you could feel creeping up your heels), you nodded towards sweetpea. “You ready to go?”

“Y-yeah, let’s get going.”

Standing up Sweetpea picked his keys up from the coffee table and tossed them into the air before pocketing them along with his phone.

“Wait! I need to get a picture for the girls!”

Stopping you both in your tracks, you turned to Fangs who was grinning brightly as he held his phone up. Sighing, you stood next to Sweetpea who wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled widely at the camera.

“Okay done! Now get out of here you two and have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You were ready to get this night over and done with already.

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“How about him?” Rolling your eyes once again at Sweetpea, you pulled his arm back down.

“It’s rude to point Pea and no, he looks fifty years old.”

“There has to be someone here for you to dance with.”

Downing the rest of your fifth cocktail for the night, you made a mental note to seriously get Cheryl and Toni back for putting you through this torture.

Ever since you had entered the terrible club that Sweetpea had taken you to, he had been trying his hardest to find someone worthy of dancing with you, but the club was full of older men who all seemed to be drawn to you since you entered making you feel seriously disgusted.

There was no way you would be dancing with any of them tonight.

“Oh! Him! He’s perfect Y/N!”

Once again Sweetpea pointed towards the entrance where a group of young men and women all walked in. It seemed like the guy that Sweetpea was yelling about was the only one out of his friends that didn’t have someone attached to his arm and looked quite annoyed to be here.

You weren’t going to lie, the guy was attractive – not as attractive as Sweetpea, but he definitely wasn’t faulting in the looks department. His ashy blonde hair was pushed up to reveal his gorgeous face. His green eyes lit up when they met the lights of the dingy bar and the corners of his mouth would occasionally lift up into somewhat of a smile when one of his buddies said something amusing.

As if he could feel your stare, he turned around; eyes meeting your own. Raising his eyebrows in question, you quickly diverted your eyes to your hands resting on the table in front of you before you lifted your head when you noticed Sweetpea getting up.

“Sweetpea where are you going?”

“Your stranger is walking over here, have fun kid.”

Walking past you, he gently patted your shoulder before walking over to the bar. The stranger that you had previously been staring at taking Sweetpea’s seat.

“Hey there,” he smiled properly for what seemed to be the first time that night. “Noticed you staring so I thought I should come to introduce myself. I’m Derek.”

“Y/N, and sorry for staring.”

“Don’t be, it’s honestly quite flattering since it was from such a pretty girl.”

Chuckling at his words, you mentally cursed yourself for the blush that was colouring your cheeks.

“I just have one question for you Y/N.”

Tilting your head slightly in question, you stirred the ice around left in your glass with the straw as you waited for Derek to continue.

“Would you like to dance?”

Letting a smile grace your face, you nodded in agreement, standing up from your seat and holding your hand out to Derek who chuckled at the action before taking it.

Time to check another thing off the list.

Walking you both over to the dance floor that had a multitude of bodies pressed against each other. Derek quickly grabbed a drink out of his friend's hand, downing it before wrapping his hands around your waist.

“I’m going to need some liquid courage to dance with a stunning woman like you.”

Feeling the blush creep up on your cheeks again, you shyly put your arms around Derek’s neck.

“I don’t actually know what I’m doing,” you chuckled, embarrassed.

“I’m pretty sure you just move your hip like this,” he started guiding your hips to grind against his, “just lose yourself in the music, gorgeous.”

Nodding you shut your eyes briefly before following his movements and instructions. Losing yourself in the suggestive song that was playing throughout the club. It wasn’t long before you had turned around and were grinding against Derek as he followed your lead.

Anyone watching the two of you would’ve probably cringed at the sight, but you were finally enjoying yourself – the alcohol had finally caught up with you and you were going with the flow.

Cheryl and Toni would be so proud.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been dancing – if you could even call it that – with Derek, but you were suddenly pulled off him and to the side of the dancefloor. Lifting your head you were met by an angry looking Sweetpea.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, pea?!”

“I’m taking you home.”

“What? No you’re not! You told me to have fun so I am!”

Tugging your arm out of Sweetpea’s grip you began to make your way back to the dancefloor only to be stopped by Sweetpea pulling you back to him.

“I’m taking you home Y/N before something bad happens. C’mon!”

Sweetpea had noticed that all the stranger’s friends had been sending him suggestive winks throughout the night and making obscene gestures at the two of you, which always caused the guy to smirk at them before inevitably pulling you closer to him and giving them a thumbs up.

He knew the asshole was up to something and didn’t want you to get caught up in it. He didn’t know why he was suddenly super protective over you, he just knew that he had to stop the guy from doing anything to you before it happened.

Tensing his jaw, Sweetpea watched as you rolled your eyes before he saw you reluctantly give up your struggle of getting out of his grip.

“Fine, Mr party pooper. Let’s go. Bye Derek, I’ll see you again!”

“Yeah, no you won’t,” Sweetpea muttered, putting an arm around your torso and walking you out of the club and towards the car.

After you were safely inside Sweetpea sent the picture he had gotten of you dancing to the girls before deleting it off his phone as fast as he could. Smiling softly at the soft snore you let out as you were passed out against the door he came to the realization that he might like you more than a friend should.

But you couldn’t know.

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5. Dance with a stranger

6. That little black dress. Wear it.

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