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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The gay and the jocks (2)

Character: Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader, Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

You would’ve never thought, that Chuck actually would agree to your proposal. Thinking, that he was someone who wouldn’t share anything, except himself of course. His ego was bigger than the Empire State Building itself.

But since the day you had confronted him, he slowly became different. Being near you almost all the time, asking for the dates he had promised and so on. Not even your friends, could really make something out of it. But Archie and his friends, easily could make the connections.

At some point, you got confronted by them, especially Archie. „Are you in a relationship with Chuck?“, he asked angrily. Thinking you try to cheated on your boyfriend with him. But you only laughed at his accusing tone.

„Not anymore. We aren’t together anymore, since the day at the lockers, Archibald. I learned that he cheated on me, every football season, with another girl. So no, but I promised him to go on dates and even reconsider taking him back at the end of the year.“

You laid your cards out in the open. The girls were confused at that. Thinking that you had a mental problem or something like this. But you just smiled at them. „I really love him. Yes I’m disgusted with him, but I hope he finally learns what pain he is causing, when he sees me, with other guys. Especially his friends,“ you explained to them, „So yes, maybe I use guys to hurt my ex-boyfriend, but the deal is perfect for both sides. If they don’t want to, no one would ever know. Except for you Archibald, because you needed to get your friends involved.“

Before you left the three of them, you turned around a last time, „But I liked your video Archibald.“

As you walked by the boy toilets, a hand appeared out of it, pulling you inside. You were build enough to protect you from an attacker, but the bulldogs letterman jacket let you stop in your attempt. Just letting you sucked into the bathroom.

Short blond neck hair, was the first thing you saw. Before the guy pushing you along, until you both were in one cubicle. „Well if this isn’t Connor Rowland.“ A smile over your face, looking at the attractive guy in front of you.

He was nervous, playing with his jacket, trying everything to not need to meet your eyes. As you laid your hand on his, he finally glanced at your eyes, his piercing green ones, let you feel naked. „You don’t need to be nervous. What can I do for you?“, you asked as nicely as and as slow as you, without him feeling like you thought he was slow himself.

Finally he gave one of his award winning smiles from you. Not the best at football, but at least he could become a model at some point.

„I heard that you would be maybe open to-to get… ahmm… you know,“ he tried to be confident, but because he was so far out of his comfort zone, he could get anything meaningful out.

But you stopped him either way as he tried again, „Come to my house after school and we can talk, okay? You don’t need to be all tough and confident in front of me,“ you tried to build him up, but wasn’t really successful. Without asking him, you fished his phone out of his pocket and opened it.

„Not even locked? Don’t you need to hide anything? No naked pics, or videos of you masturbating? Girls doing shit for you?“, you asked invasively as you punched your number and address in his phone. Without looking at his gallery or anything.

As you gave it back to him, you finally saw the deep red blush on his cheeks, „No you can’t tell me, that you haven’t… are you a…“ You stopped yourself, before he could feel embarrassed at anything you might have said. „I hope I see you later.“ You gave him a squeeze and even a little cheek kiss, before walking past him, out of the room.

You never would’ve thought, that Connor would be your first, but apparently, he needed you more, than any other guy you have ever met.

After school, it did not took long, until Connor was at your door. Nervously shifting in his place, looking away from the door, in the beautiful front garden. A project you had with your mother, before she got back in her job.

„Come on in, I don’t bite… At least not until you ask me.“ Of course, the little joke, made the situation not better and you needed to clam this poor guy down. He was a nervous wreck for some odd reason.

But as you two got in your clean bedroom, he gawked as if he had never seen a room like yours, „Man what the fuck? What is all of this stuff?“, he asked holding up your game console. Which led you to looking him up and down, utterly confused. You never saw him without the jacket. He looked like a church boy. Except for his hair being messy all the time and not perfectly cut in sides.

„Do you don’t have game console or things like it at your home?“, you asked curiously. He immediately became uncomfortable again. Seemingly trying to avoid a conversation about it.

„My parents don’t allow devils stuff like this,“ he mumbled almost silently in front of him. Not looking into you eyes. Now you finally knew what all of this is about. Why he was so nervous, almost fainting at your joke.

Without and indication, you walked over to him, while he still starred at your walls. Engulfing him from behind, your arms just so reaching around his trained body. He stiffened up, but as you did not let go of him, he at some point, became relaxed. „Always remember, the real false preachers, are those, who spew hatred and disgust for things other people love, like art.“

„Sometimes I believe, that religion is wrong, my parents are forbidden so much and saying that so many people are going to hell. And I would be one of them.“ He almost began to cry. Obviously never had told a soul about his struggle.

„As long as you love, nothing can be false… Okay with a few exceptions, like animals children and so on, you get my drift, right?“, you out of the sudden, got out of this hard topic. He chuckled lowly, as he saw you trying to let him feel better.

Now it was on him to surprise you. You only felt him shifting his weight a bit, before he pushed you away a bit, just to grab you again and then kiss you. For a moment, you believed to hear the bells of heaven ring in your ears. His lips softer than even velvet itself or a big sheep.

But it did not stayed at this one lonely kiss, he in fact, did not let your lips be, for quite a while. At some point even slipping his strangely skillful tongue in your mouth. So many questions filled your head, while he began to handle you.

Lifting you up and carrying you effortlessly over to your bed, where you finally were able to disconnect your lips, „You had training, right?“, asking him out of breath.

He just shook with his head, „Nope this was my first kiss.“ This confession, made your head spin. How could this be his first kiss? Even Chuck wasn’t as good as he in kissing and this man had a lot of practice.

„I hope you are not only a natural in kissing.“

„We will see,“ he confidently whispered into your ear, giving your erection a hefty boost.

As he handled you again, this time to get you on your stomach, he did it as if he had done it a million times. His hand fiddling your pants of just as easy, even when he couldn’t see anything. With getting it of your body, he also grabbed your underwear, stood up and took them off of you in one smooth pull.

„You can’t tell me, you haven’t trained!“, you finally exclaimed, just as his tongue masterfully, began to open you up. Which brought a sudden moan deep from inside of you.

„Just watched a lot of porn at friends places. Never done anything, with anyone.“ The last point, he whispered again, only this time against your puckering hole, which made it very hard for you to hear.

At least he was phenomenal at foreplay. His tongue prepping your hole, while his hands, massaged your body. Played with your nipples, gracing your slight six pack, but especially, your legs and cheeks. He knead them hard, which made the experience only better.

Until he finally come up to you again. His shirt gone, by now, letting you feel his trained body, rubbing against your back. His hard dick, thick and long, was firmly between your cheeks, rubbing up and down your entrance. Making you hornier every second that gone by.

„Please,“ you whispered begged at some point, which only made Connor chuckle.

„If you beg more, I might hear you out,“ he whispered back, while biting your earlobe, sucking at it.

Moans about moans filled the room, while he just tortured you. It just became clear to you, that Connor was a special kind of sexual partner and you loved every second of it. You loved being dominant, but sometimes, just sometimes with the right guy, you also as it seemed needed to be submissive, let them do to you whatever they wanted.

That was exactly what you told him, a moment later, under much moaning and „Please“ calling.

He finally relented. And pushed his dick in, not just his head, but the entire fucking thing, it felt enormous outside of you but inside? It felt like it was ripping you apart! Still not as big as Chuck, but a bit longer. That a church boy could be such a monster in bed?

Your head was gone at that point. That this thing, just completely got into you with this little of prep and without lubricant? It should’ve burned or something, but there was nothing. Only the feeling of fullness.

His first few strokes, were slow, making sure you felt good. As enough moans came out of your, he finally began his masterplan. Fucking you, utterly sense and useless. And man did he do a good job.

Long and hard strokes, then short and fast or fast and long strokes. He came in you, two times in approximately ten minutes, without stopping or even failing at any moment. Like a machine, he was drilling you. At this point, your prostate pulsated. You had lost count of how many times yourself came in this short amount that had gone by.

But everything broke down, when a loud knock and the doorbell ringing could be heard. Connor stopped in his tracks, fearing that someone could’ve heard your loud fucking.

It did took you a moment, to collect yourself, as Connor slowly took his cock out of your ass, „Wait here, I look who is down there,“ you told him, while you stood up on wobbling legs. Just throwing over a bathrobe, before walking slowly downstairs. The pain, in your behind already evident.

As you opened the door, you did not looked too pleased at the person, „Why the fuck are you here?“, you asked rather rudely. But your flushed red face, was already an indicator for something happening.

„I wanted to ask you, if you had time to do something,“ he stated calmly, trying to get on your good side. Still with a confused side glance over your head.

„Sorry, but I’m rather… preoccupied. So if you could go please?“

Now it dawned on Chuck, what he had heard beforehand, „You already have someone in your bed?“, he asked hurt.

You could only roll with your eyes, „Should’ve I asked you that the first or second time you ignored me trough football season, where you had side bitches? Or maybe, when you kissed one of almost hundred of girls, while we were together? The only difference between me and you is, that I did not cheat. So now please go, I want to get back!“

„Are you coming back or should I go?“, you heard Connor calling down to you.

„Wait for a second!“, you screamed back. But as you faced Chuck again, he stood there with an open mouth.

„You are having sex with Connor? The shy church boy Connor?“, he asked in utter disbelieve.

„If you wouldn’t, he could’ve find someone else, he is hot as fuck and the la… You know what? How about we go to Pop’s when I can walk again? So in three or four days? Making it our new first public date?“

The sudden invitation, took Chuck by surprise, he could only nod in the moment, which made you smile at him again, „Perfect, see you then or in school,“ you told him, before closing the door in front of him. Ignoring the flowers he had brought.

You wanted nothing more, than run up the stairs and get back where you had left, if your legs wouldn’t be so weak!

As you finally got back in your bedroom, Connor laid on his back, lazily stroking his massive dick, holding it upright, „Okay you had your fun! Now I want to ride you into oblivion!“ You stated, just before you threw the bathrobe away, and sinking yourself on Connors dick. Moaning and praising him for being a natural.

For hours was nothing but moaning and the occasional scream to be heard from your home. As it became late, Connor was finally completely empty.

As he was leaving, you woke up, form him rattling with his belt. „You don’t need to go, you can sleep here if you want. My parents will not come back until in a few weeks, maybe,“ you groggily told him, while holding your hands out to him. You could see how he wanted to argue, but already after a minute of thinking, he took his clothes off completely and cuddled himself at your back.

His again already hard dick, pressed between your cheeks, while you both fell into a deep slumber.

Connor was already late, so his punishment would be the same, as if he wouldn’t get home at all. So he just wanted to enjoy at least one night in his life.

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our odyssey in the supermarket

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justonemoregayboy · 2 years

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Facial is the best

Pairing: Archie Andrews x male reader

Series: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

word count: 1042

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

“...Please, Y/n, please. Just let me, come on, just this once, please?” Archie gasps above him, stroking his cock in quick, ravenous strokes as Y/n watches, already exhausted from his own orgasm.

This isn't the first time Y/n has heard the other guy beg him, it's not the first time Archie has begged him to let him cum on his face, but it's the first time he's wondered why Archie seems so hungry for it in instead of just saying no point-blank. It looks so unhygienic, not to mention disgusting, and Y/n can't figure out what makes Archie so willing to beg for it.

Archie never begs.

"Why do you want it?" Y/n finds himself asking, eyebrows raised lazily as he watches Archie more or less sob in delight above him. His hands are slowly stroking Archie's muscled thighs where they straddle his waist, but his eyes are focused on his boyfriend's face, watching as Archie's mouth drops open on another moan as he fucks his own fist. .

"Guh-fuck-it would look so good in it-covered in it," Archie gasps hoarsely, clenching his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming as he thinks about it. “Fuck, you'd be so pretty, just using my cum. Looking so beautiful, looking like mine. I want to make you mine, can I? please y/n? Can I make you mine? Please pretty pretty Y/n please can I make you mine? I want I want-"

And fuck, if he's not making Y/n stupid with arousal listening to Archie beg like that. Hearing him wanting to claim Y/N like that… he's making his spent cock tingle with the need to harden again, even if it's only been a few minutes since he gushed down Archie's throat.

Why had he been so stupid and he hadn't asked his boyfriend why earlier? Why had he spent weeks telling his boyfriend no when the reason Archie wanted him in the first place was so devastating?

"Yes?" Y/n gives Archie a tired smile. “Do you want to make me yours? Do you want to mark me? Let everyone know that I'm yours?

"Fuck y/n, yes please, fuck yes please!" Archie curses above him, hips stuttering forward through his clenched fist. "Please, I want, can I?"

It's not even a question on his mind anymore, Y/n just wants it to happen yesterday as he listens to Archie spit every pleading word out of his mouth. The thought that just minutes before sounded positively unpleasant now sounds promising.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Y/n agrees, reaching out to cup Archie's butt and urging him forward, closer.

"-In fact?" Archie with his pants off, puzzled. His eyes widen and stare at him, his hips stopped where he had been furiously fucked through his own fist before. You will leave me? Can I- just- really?

"Yeah, come on," Y/n encourages, trying to drag him closer with he hands, "come on my face, come on, do it."

At first, Archie just stared at him for a moment, not believing what he was hearing, but then he just lunged forward, smashing his lips against Y/n's desperately. Y/n doesn't even have time to recover from the shock attack before Archie backs away again, crawling forward and once again stroking each other, only this time much closer to Y/n and with his penis pointing towards the swollen kiss. of T/n. His lips instead of he own muscular stomach.

"Mpfh," Archie groans as his hand flies over his cock, needing to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn't die from how good it feels, how beautiful Y/n is beneath him. "I'm going to paint you so beautifully, I'm going to make you look so pretty, I'm going to..." And then he comes; thick streams of cum shoot all over y/n's beautiful face.

Y/n can feel the first string land on his cheek before he can squeeze his eyes shut, and just in time too, because right after he can feel something hit his closed eyelid, and he winces from how dirty everything is.

When Archie finally drops his shrinking penis from his hand, when he finally opens his eyes again, he can't help but catch his breath for a moment.

Y/n is absolutely awesome.

He has been fucking everywhere; over both of his cheeks, covering his nose, his chin, his forehead – he's cum hanging off his damn lashes, and it's cum all over his beautiful red-bitten lips. Archie can't help but moan as he sees how Y/n licks his bottom lip to pick up the thick liquid, he can't help but catch the boy in a dirty wet kiss as he watches him swallow.

Taking Y/n's jaws in his hands, Archie couldn't help but play with the cum on his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, simply smearing it all over the pink skin before licking it all off.

Y/n flinches when he feels a tongue on his face, and groans when Archie kisses him again, sharing the salty cum on his tongue with an overeager Y/n. Burying his fingers in Archie's hair, Y/n lifts his hips into empty air, coming back from the sheer filth around him.

"Did you just-?" Archie asks, and Y/n nods, exhausted. Archie smiles. "Fucking amazing."

Y/n just rolls his eyes before weakly pushing his boyfriend away, snuggling up close to the big football player.

"Does this mean I can do that again?" Archie asks smugly, his hands running over Y/n's sensitive sides.

"It means you should get me a wipe," Y/n replies, tired. He is more than ready for a nap. "I feel ridiculously dirty." There was sweat, semen, and other fluid caked all over him, but since Y/n doubts he can stay awake for an entire shower, a washcloth will have to suffice.

“You're ridiculously dirty and amazing,” Archie smirks, but dutifully goes in search of said wipe.

Y/n hums as Archie cleans it up, hands catching the bigger boy as he throws the rag over his shoulder, and sighs as he sinks against Archie's body.

"But yeah," Y/n says a few minutes later, when he's almost asleep. "We are definitely exploring this again."

He can feel Archie moving his arm to his side, but he's already asleep before he can reprimand him.

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 1 year

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You'll Never Be Alone

Pairings: Archie Andrews x male reader

Summary: It started with him protecting you but changed as time passed. He now harbors feelings for you.

WARNINGS: F slurs. homophobia, and bullying. MAJOR: ⚠ Sexual Assault ⚠

(Hello, my little strawberries! I'm back after a long time! I'll be posting more requests like this. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this. The Headcanon format is from @marilynmonroefanfics. And I wanna thank everyone on my discord server!)

You didn't understand why you were treated like this. Why were you subjugated to this abuse?

Every day at school was hell. The ones that tormented you the most were the bulldogs, Riverdale's football team.

They would tease and mock. Verbal, but that changed when news of you being gay was exposed.

The Bullying went from verbal to physical. They would give you regular beatings every day.

"Well, look at what we have here. It's the little faggot. I bet you wanna suck my fucking cock." One of them said as he punched you right in the stomach. Pain shooting through you.

"Bet the faggot wants us to fuck his ass," Reggie said, getting his own kicks in. You were left on the ground in pain as the bulldogs left. Leaving you and Moose alone.

(SEXUAL ASSAULT AHEAD! SKIP THIS PART IF YOU WANT!)

"It's just us now, faggot." Moose said, picking you up and slamming you against the wall.

"God, your body turns me." Moose groans as he grinds his erect cock against your thighs. "This ass and thighs."

Moose latches his dirty mouth onto your neck. "How about you be my cumdump?" you cried harder as he continued.

(IT ENDS HERE!)

Suddenly, you felt Moose get thrown followed by a loud thud. You looked to see a redheaded boy beating the shit out of him.

You stayed in your position, shocked before you felt someone pick up and carry you away.

He was wearing the Riverdale football team jacket, meaning he was a bulldog, but he wasn't like the others. His voice took you out of your mind.

"Hey, are you okay? Any injuries?" The boy said as he looked over your body. Only seeing some bruises and marks.

The redheaded boy really cared about you. He wasn't like the other bulldogs. He didn't insult nor place his hands on you. Only to take you away to safety.

He kept talking to you, asking if you were hurt in any way. You responded with a no. He then introduced himself.

"If you say so... but anyway, my name is Archie. Archie Andrews," he said, smiling at you. There was no malicious intent.

"I'm... m/n," you replied.

After that day, Archie would always be by your side. The other bulldogs did little to no harm. Archie became your bodyguard and friend.

You never realized how many classes you had with him or how you both shared the same interests. Everything was becoming better, but you may have developed a crush on your new friend.

The more time Archie spends with you, the more his crush grows. Being around you made him feel comfortable and happy.

He would dream of marrying and sleeping with you.

It was now or never. You told Archie to meet you after school/practice.

"So, you wanted to speak with me?" Archie said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

"Yes, I wanted to say that..."

You started to freeze. Your brain was in panicking and telling you to back down, but your heart was saying to go with it.

"Archie, I like you! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I-" Suddenly, you felt a soft pair of lips press against yours. Archie's hands pulled you closer.

You melted into the kiss. Forgetting everything around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Archie pulled back, breathing heavily.

"M/n... I like you- no, I love you! I wanted to confess first, but it looks like you beat me to it." Archie chuckled. Tears roll down your face. Tears of joy.

"M/n. Do I have the honor of being your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Of course!" you replied. Crying into his chest. He lifted your head and kissed you again.

You both then laid down together. Archie's ching resting on your head with you buried in his chest.

THE END!

(I hope you all enjoy this! I have a goal of completing 5 to 10 fics before the new year. Goodbye, my little strawberries!)

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itsnotyouithink · 1 year

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HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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Little Hearts

Request: Yes / No Hi fanfic4all! May I please have an Archie Andrews x Male Reader? Archies friend stops by to give him some supplies for Valentines Day. Archie has just come out of the shower, he checks out some of the supplies and playful slips on a condom with little hearts. They both get turned on and have sex, thanks. Anon

Requests are open, but ONLY if they are Valentine’s Day related. (You can use prompts from this list or make up your own!) <3 Have a nice day/night

Archie Andrews x Male!Reader

Word count: 718

Warnings: Smut!

Y/N: Your Name

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“Y/N? Can you take those Valentine’s Day supplies over to Archie?” My Mother called out.

“Yeah sure!” I called back. I gathered the things in the basket and shook my head with a small smile. My Mother always gave out some weird shit around this holiday in particular. She always wanted to make sure that us teens were having safe sex. I grabbed the basket and took it out to my car. I headed off to Archie’s place and got there pretty quick. I knocked on the door and heard him call out one minute. Archie opened the door and he only had a towel on.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” He asked.

“Nothin’, my Mom wanted me to drop these off for you. You know how she is.” I said and pushed the basket out to him.

“Haha, yeah, come on in.” He said and step to the side. I walked in and placed the basket on the table. Archie came over and looked through it.

“Whoa, get a load of this!” He said with a laugh. He picked up one of the condoms with little pink and red hearts on it. I laughed and shook my head. Archie dropped his towel and rolled the condom on. My eyes widened and I felt my cock stiffen. His dick was huge…

“Who would ever use these?” He asked with a laugh as he held his dick. I couldn’t stop staring at his dick and he noticed.

“What are you into this, Y/N?” He asked and shook his dick. I bit my lip and nodded, my mouth was watering. Archie smirked and grabbed my hand. He led me to his bedroom and laid me on his bed. He took my shoes, then my pants, then my shirt, and then my socks. I was left only in my boxers. I couldn’t believe Archie was actually doing this and with me! He got on top of me our cocks pressed against one another as he began to kiss me. He sat up and slid back from me. He ripped my boxers from my body, now completely naked in front of him.

“You want this?” He asked, holding his cock. I nodded and licked my lips.

“I want it.” I said. Without another word he spread my legs, pinned me back and gently touched my asshole with the tip of his dick. I shuddered with excitement and felt him push slowly into me, finally breaking through and causing a sharp pain as he stretched me. He pulled out slightly before going all the way in. It felt better than I could ever imagined and with each thrust in and out the feeling became more pleasurable.

“You like having me inside, don’t you?” He said in an almost degrading tone. He began to fuck my asshole harder with longer strokes.

“Yeah, fuck! I love it!” I managed to say as he worked his way in my asshole. I could feel the cum starting to work its way closer to the tip of my still fully hardened cock. I was surprised since neither him or myself had touched it since he started fucking me. My stomach began to tense up and he picked up on that. He fucked me at a furious pace and in no time I was cumming. It was the most amazing and intense orgasm I’d ever had. My thick cum landed on my chest and stomach, which was quickly filled by the feeling of his hot load filling the condom. We sat motionless with his cock still inside me, but it was slowly growing soft. Eventually it fell out of me. After a few minutes of us catching out breath we got dressed and Archie was smirking the whole time.

“Didn’t expect that.” I said and he chuckled.

“You can thank your mom for me.” He said with a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Way to ruin a moment.” I said and he laughed.

“Maybe you can come by another time and we can use some more of those condoms.” He said and I blushed.

“Yeah… maybe.” I said and he smirked.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said.

“See ya, Arch.” I said and got in my car. That was not how I thought that would go…

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Jughead imagines married life with Betty in Holi-Daze into the Future, World of Archie Double Digest #135 (2024).

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 10 months

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SO MANY STORY IDEAS

I just keep coming up with new story ideas and yet Midnight rain sits here staring at me like "Momma.....Im a good series....finish me"

But I recently restarted Riverdale and.....whew....FP Jones ;)

FP Jones....a forbidden romance turned wrong and bitter.....oh lord jesus someone help me....talk me out of writing some FP Jones Smut LOL

I know I need to work on Midnight Rain when Im not studying and learning my new job but dammit....I cant help what my brain comes up with

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The gay and the jocks (3)

Character: Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader, mentioning Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Heavy smut, some minor kinks (Reading at your own discretion)

Connor did not only enjoy the first night without his family, but also the next morning. Before he even fully woke up, you already bounced up and down on his never-flaccid dick. His sudden moans, brought you out of the fog, almost making you scream in surprise. But as you felt his big soft hands on your waist, begging you to become faster, you did just that. He came just a moment later. But instead of stopping, he turned you both around, to show you how a real man, treats their partners.

As you walked into school that day, after the pounding you had received from Conner, there was a visible limb in your walk. People looked at you strangely, but you didn’t care. Head still up in the fog clouds of the sex you had all morning. Chuck on the other hand had avoided you completely.

The day you had promised Chuck, to meet up again, arrived sooner than you could’ve hoped. Heart beating fast, the nearer you came the place, you two hat met never before alone. As you saw him through the window, already playing with his vanilla shake and one cacao for you, already waiting for you, your hands began to sweat.

The doorbell rang as you entered the small diner. Not many people there, as you had hoped. Which let you get greeted by Pops himself. A smile from one ear to another as you greeted him back. Eyes almost immediately after falling onto Chuck. Who nervously sat in the booth, looking you up and down. A strange glimmer seemed to surround you. New confidence, that wasn’t there before.

You walked straight to him, never breaking eye contact. But as it came to you getting there. Chuck did not stand up to greet you. Just sitting there, staring up at you. So you just sat where the other shake was.

For a while, an uncomfortable silence fell over you two, as Chuck just mustered you. Obviously conflicted about what he should say to you.

In the end, it was you who had broken the eye contact, asking all kinds of questions, just talking about your interests. Never let anything slip from his infidelity or your adventures. That was until you looked down at your watch, seeing that it was almost eight in the evening.

„Sorry, Chuck but I need to go,“ you suddenly told him. He became confused because he had seemed to the thought that maybe something would go on between you too.

„Why? What is going on? Are your parents coming back finally?“ You could only laugh at the last question. Are your parents coming home? As if they cared about you.

But you suddenly got a wrenching feeling in your stomach, as you almost said what you had planned. It felt like you were cheating on him. Even though you weren’t together anymore. Still, love wasn’t gone yet and maybe never will.

„I promised to meet someone,“ you only quietly told him. But he immediately knew what you had meant. He hung his head down again.

You even thought to hear him whimper, but that could’ve been only in your imagination. „Oh, okay. Do we see us again?“ His voice was low, almost broken. The entire thing began to affect him even more than it had you. You were sure, that he already got the point. But at this point, you really wanted to experience other people.

Still, you weren’t a monster, at least not yet. You stood up, walked to his side, and put a finger under his chin, so he would look in your eyes. To feel his smooth skin again, was so tempting that you almost wanted to end all of this and go back to him. Never in your life though, did you want him to think again, that he could do anything and you would still be at his side.

„Of course, we see each other again, you idiot. But we will not be together for a long time. I stand by what I have said to you. Either you accept it or not. Can you?“

He thought for a moment, before careful nodding. „Maybe I even let you watch sometimes.“ Every color out of his face drained, which looked quite funny, but it also was only a joke. „My god, sensitive much?“, you asked him, pinching his cheek.

Before he could answer, you finally set a kiss on his sinful lips. It was a chaste kiss, only feelings of love in it, „We see each other another day.“ With which you left him there, stunned, confused, and utterly lovestruck.

On the other hand, you walked down back far into the Northside. Standing right in front of a small house, in which you hoped the owner of it wouldn’t be home. The moment you had knocked, you heard something fall and then feet quickly approaching. The door got almost thrown out of its frame, as Archie had ripped it open. A satisfied, but also a nervous smile on his face. „Hey,“ he said with his normally almost innocent glint in his eyes. But his mind of innocence was dirtier than your thoughts. He stood half naked in front of you. Only short sweats, wet from his own sweat, just like the rest of his body. His abs glistened with it illuminated by the street lights, as well as the light of the hallway, behind him.

Instead of answering him, you pushed him in, hand on his sweaty chest. Closing the door, right behind you. As you heard the door click in, you pushed him against the next wall. Holding him there at his red hair, which was damped like everything else on him.

Looking slightly up at him, in his fierce brown eyes. He looked out of place, pressed against a wall, from a weaker guy. But he also seemed to enjoy it a bit. Instead of kissing him, you began to lick his neck. The sweat was delicious to you, salty but not bad. Right down, to his right nipple, which he only commented with a slight moan.

„You are sure, Fred isn’t coming back, right?“

„One hundred percent! He is out of town at a convention,“ he told completely out of breath already.

„Good.“ A devilish smile crept on your face, as you again took hold of him, this time by his shorts. You pulled him into the living room, pushing him down on an armchair, just pulling down his shorts, so that his already rock-hard dick, as well as his full balls, could get out.

„Not as big as I thought you would be Archibald but should be big enough to pound me really good later.“

You did not even give him a second to process your words before you already began sinking the cock, that was in your hand, down your throat. Only gasp and the sound of his fingernails digging into the fabric of the chair were to be heard.

Not the entire thing got into your throat at once, you wouldn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy, form the skills, you had thanks to Chuck. Just thinking about sinking down on his cock again, riding him into submission, bound to the bed, could make you cum.

For a moment you forgot that it was Archie in front of you and not him. Even though you felt bad and in still in love with Chuck. This was the most fun you had in your life, up until now. Having set with so many good-looking guys? Maybe even Chuck in the mix? It could be hard to just push this away again.

„Fuck!“, Archie groaned pushing your head down his cock. You believed that he hadn’t planned to do it, because of the shock, you had felt from him. His entire body stiffened, as he felt your mouth at his pubes. „Fuck, fuck, fuck“, he groaned increasingly louder. Letting his head fall, which let you stop what you were doing.

Finally, after a solid minute of you doing nothing to him, he was able to get his boneless body back to react, „What, why did you stop?“, he asked confused, almost angry.

„I want you looking me in the eyes, the entire time! Look away and I stop. And when you cum, I will also want to look you in the eyes. Close them and I will spit it all on the chair, understood?“

Taken aback, he could only stare at you, as you again dove down on him. Taking him in completely, while looking up into his completely mesmerizing eyes.

To feel his trimmed pubes on your face was just one of the best feelings overall. Chuck cuts them off completely, which is a turnoff for you, as you just discovered. Maybe one of the guys you will have a full bush? You only could hope.

He already began to twitch down your throat. Which only could mean, that he already was close. But his face hasn’t said anything in that direction. So you took out your trump card. The entire time able to watch, as his already slightly opened mouth, became wider as you began to massage his dick down your throat. Without a gag reflex, any oral with a man was more exciting. But maybe you also painted an unrealistic picture for him, because most people have a gag reflex. At the end of the day, you couldn’t care less.

Just as you had told him, his eyes didn’t leave yours, but his hands, began to play with his own nipples, while yours massages his perfect legs, once in a while, even going under his shorts.

He couldn’t keep himself together for long. You had done this trick for a minute maybe even less, before he began to swear again, „Fuck… I'm coming! I'm coming, fuck… get off!“ He tried to warn you, but you ignored him, getting him even deeper, which was also the moment, a warm, thick fluid was shot down your throat.

„Fuuuuuuuck!“, he screamed out, while also buckling up into your head, finally even holding it into place as he came.

For a few seconds, he hold you there, to make sure everything was down already. His entire intimate area, wet from your spit, mixed with the sweat rolling down his body at this point.

His head already again leaning against the chair, breathing heavily. „Can you go again?“, you asked him with a hoarse voice. Still swallowing the remains of his cum. Which tasted awfully sweet. „What have you eaten?“

A slight blush came over his pale face, which was a wonder, because of the immense exercise he just had experienced. „I ate pineapples… Thy guys told me, that girls… the like it sweet.“ His voice is almost ashamed of what he just said. But you found it cute.

„At least you thought about me at all.“ You winked at him, which made him blush even more. „So can you go again?“, asked him slowly getting impatient.

„Give me a minute,“ he just told you. But you hadn’t planned on doing this.

„You have time until we get into your bedroom, not a second later. Now come, I finally want to experience how your dick feels in my ass!“

Already getting him up. His still hard dick, wobbling up and down, as he did. Balls hanging, which you just had to grab, „I hope they are as full as they seem.“ How his shorts hand perfectly the entire time, was a physical question you had no answer for in this sex-induced moment, but you also didn’t care. The only thing you knew was, that he looked hot in it.

In his bedroom, you instantly threw him on his bed, stripping seductively in front of him, until you were naked. Your slim, chiseled body, let his cock twitch again. His tongue wetted his lips, as his eyes took everything in.

„Is kissing okay?“, you asked him, as you slowly came to hover over him. But instead of answering you, he took your head and smashed your lips together. A fierce fight for dominance ensued, while you jerked his cock, so it wouldn’t go down.

He had won the fight, but you were still on top of him. „You will keep the clothes you have, okay? When you fuck me from behind, I want to feel those shorts,“ you whispered into his ear, before sinking yourself down on his hard, thick cock. Still winded from the pounding Connor had given you and your fingers, before you had met with Chuck.

„Fuck, feel soooo good.“

Hand discovering your body, while you already began to bounce up and down Archies cock, like the little whore you began to become. But you couldn’t care less, it was heaven on earth.

You rode him until he came. To your surprise directly after, he took the power, pressing you down on his mattress, pounding you directly after he came, so hard that you came in his sheets. But he didn’t seem to notice, just pounding to his heart's content.

Already ruined him, before anything could’ve happened. And now he was all yours and maybe even would compare any future sex partner with you.

Not caring, he pressed your head into the sheets with his colossal hand. Or that he degraded you. Telling you what a whore you are, that your holes an only to be filled, that this is the only use, for a faggot like you.

Normally you would’ve punched him for saying things like this. But in this setting, where you knew that he only did it for his pleasure and yours, it made you whimper. You could feel his smile on the back of your neck, as he kissed you there, after his words. „I knew it, just a little whore, needing a man to show him what it wants.“ To your utter horror, his words were enough to make you cum again.

His innocence you know knew, was fake, just like his inexperience. „Maybe he wouldn’t be the only one, comparing from now on,“ you thought with Archie pounding you even harder than before.

You two fucked the entire night. And as you beforehand agreed, the entire next day as well, while it was a Saturday. Laying in bed with him the entire day, you sucking him off or him fucking you. Even cuddling, kissing, or watching movies. It felt rather domestic to you.

As you Saturday evening came back home and reactivated your phone, hundreds of texts came in. Only a couple from Chuck, trying desperately to connect to you again. But hundreds of texts from guys at your school, even some older guys at a nearby college, from the school at Greendale so on and so on. Most of them even with pics and videos, of them, standing naked in front of mirrors, teasing photos of them in the gym and some even jerking off. A couple took videos of them fucking others and sending them to you.

Whatever happened, someone had talked and you didn’t know if you should be happy or angry. Because Chuck most likely, will not like that. But you certainly will have your fun. Now you had hundreds of guys of your choosing. A sudden smile came across your face, as you realized what that meant. Sex as much as you wanted, until the end of the school year. More than enough time to rec up a massive body count.

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wxckedwxrld · 7 months

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𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during october and November. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚜

𝙹𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎

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Northside Serpent - Fangs Forgarty

Fangs x Fem!reader (eventually)

Jughead x Toni x Reader (friends)

Warnings: bullying?

Word count: 1,154

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

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

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

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

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

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

“True.” Y/n smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice to meet you Fangs.” Y/n nodded

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to the Northside.” Jughead snarked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold. When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k

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ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red. His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale. Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting. Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out. He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening. He had a burning rage within him. His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before. He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began. It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away. When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school. His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor. A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say. Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins. His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital. Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby. My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame! What are we gonna do about it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability. One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it. A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town. Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors. He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach. Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls. He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school. His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air. A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son. This had to help him. He didn’t know how else to handle it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths. It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea. It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge. This was what the Northside deserved. They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding. It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved. The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them. He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood. Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs. It was Mrs. Klump.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom. She’s down at the station.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life. Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now? You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him. The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it. He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there! You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance. So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him. They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands. Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket. He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows. His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched. He was prepared to rumble like never before. He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog. He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start. The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs. Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens. Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man. He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people. He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee. His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from. He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there. He never looked back. He just kept running. Even after he escaped the school, he ran. He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease. He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk. (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count. Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times. It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N). Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital. He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her. She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits. She was his safe space. And he left her alone in her time of need.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her. His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch. (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was. Sweet Pea carefully watched her. He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek. Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand. His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away. He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him. His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket. (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly. Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her. Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head. His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body. Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably. Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt. Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes. The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you. I just . . . I just needed to break something. Or, honestly, a lot of things.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head. Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed. Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body. He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go. He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him. He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now. He had his girl in his arms.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in. Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now. He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest. He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders. She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said. Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck. Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines. Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying. Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road. He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me. I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N). I’ll always be by your side, always.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them. She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket. Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her. Love, betrayal, fear, anger. Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again. He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises. Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling. His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him. (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets. That’s all that matters.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling. There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool. Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created. Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers. Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside. Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar. If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him. Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N). (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him. He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something. (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought. Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him. Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge. He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy. Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense. Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion. His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak. Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb. His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in. Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies. Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered. He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight. Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak. Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her. He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her. So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something. We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay? We can’t allow that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing? No, not me. I can’t just sit here -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him. Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face. Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea. You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him. Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself. The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them. As soon as my dad gets back -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead. He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right. You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot! You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die! And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back. Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N). Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside. Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words. Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour. That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead. He needed space; he needed time away from everyone. He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it. He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about. Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from. He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air. His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage. He knew he hurt her. He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child. God, why did he have to do that? Why was he always saying the wrong thing?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley. He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet. Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew. She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one. The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said. Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body. Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky. He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew. Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N). She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations. Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s. She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes. She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips. She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader. He’s under a lot of stress right now. We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping. He comes first right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall. He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N). Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry. God, I’m sorry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events. The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often. Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung. One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his. He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck. Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him. He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important. I hope you know that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything. God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century. He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words. Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair. She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones? C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return. Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all. (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later. The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found. A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow. Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm. (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps. Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh. (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses. Something terrible had happened.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command. Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech. Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check. His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy. Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni. I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside. She wants the Southside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear. He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy. Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up. They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight.�� They had to protect what was theirs. They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight. I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier. He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning. Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops. His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle. Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore? This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die. A rumble with the Ghoulies right now? It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her. Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead. Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face. Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones’ voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm. Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off. His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop. FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature. But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents. Something was wrong.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office. Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it. He’s gone.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N). She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself. If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway. Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will. But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command. (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote. All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents. He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed. He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school. Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it. He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents. One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance. (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms. She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same. They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.

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