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thevirgincherry · 5 months

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JINGLE BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, leon is creepy ngl, dub-con at first then consensual, daddy issues, you get compared to your mom lots, creampie, daddy kink

note. HAII sorry for this being late omg :3 umm this is weird and jolty and the plot im not totally happy with but :333 ignore typos or I will cry!! feedback and reblogs always so appreciated :3

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“Pumpkin!” Your dad’s embrace is stiff per usual. This guy - he seriously needs a lesson in intimacy. Can’t go hugging your daughter the same way you do a girlfriend. Dads shouldn’t put their hands below your midriff. They certainly shouldn’t grip your hips and pull you close with such fervour, now you’re tit to tit with the man who gifted you your pornstar rack. And it’s a bit awkward to say the very least.

“Hi, dad.” He backs off, skittish when he hears your tone of voice. Flat and clipped.

“Sweetpea, I’m so glad you’re here,” Leon starts, he’s laying it on super thick, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” Oh, you’re exhausted already.

“Mhm.” You nod in disinterest as you toe off your shoes, place them beside his mud-caked boots. Leon is your dad. Your dad is just a guy to you. One that’s around never, you see him seldom and from afar. He’s not exactly awful, but he’s nothing great. A little touchy if anything, and enthusiastic in a way that comes across as disingenuous.

The only thing you really know about Leon is that he’s your dad, he works with the government, and he’s still hung up on your mom. You can tell from a mile away. Looks at her like she crafted the earth itself, mapped out the stars, plucked them from the sky to make him a new moon. Totally whipped for a woman who forgets he exists until major holidays roll around. And you get it honestly, your mom is pretty, fun, and she’s all you’ve got. So you might take after dad in that sense.

You’ve seen the kinda women he brings home. That time you caught him mid disgusting, nasty, abhorrent sex act that you’ve only seen in porn. Had this poor girl’s head tilted so far back, blonde curls like liquid gold running along her back, brushing the swell of her ass, his arm wrapped around her neck - like, was he trying to fucking kill her? Well, she liked it clearly. That’s beside the point, when you saw her face the following morning, her sheepish smile and the slant of her eyes - you got it. Mom. She looked like mom. You overheard him telling her she was too young for him, a college girl, his daughter’s age - only after he came down her throat though. What a creep.

Then there was his girlfriend from a few years back, this chick who popped her gum too loud, bossed him around and got him to pay for a new set of acrylics weekly. It was uncanny the resemblance between her and mom. What next? You? Is it your turn to be pursued by Leon, by dad? The only thing you’ve got from him is tits, busty like your daddy, pretty like your mommy. And he fucking knows it. You know he does.

Leon places a hand on your lower back. Like, way lower back, the spot a boyfriend would touch when he wants to initiate a quickie. You shiver, glance at him through your peripheral as he guides you to the lounge, the wooden floor is so cold you feel it through the fabric of your winter socks. This dude is loaded and he can’t even get heated floors installed? Not even for lil ol’ you? His daughter? The one that resembles his one true love?

There’s a red box that contains a gingerbread house sitting on the coffee table, you groan inwardly. Here we go with the bonding activities, it’s so forced it makes your skin crawl. His Christmas tree is, well, it’s a tree alright, crudely and hastily decorated with a sparse amount of baubles and god-awful paper crafts you gave to him as a toddler. Aw, the sentiment is there though, kinda cute. You’ll cut dad some slack.

By the time midnight rolls around, you realise cutting dad even the slightest bit of slack was a mistake. “Take that off.” You jab a finger into his stomach, met with sinewy, toughened flesh. Woah, dad’s still got it going on. “It’s ugly, and I’m not twelve, dad.”

“Moving fast.” Leon - your dad, biological, held you as a baby, rocked you to sleep at night - wiggles his eyebrows at you. All while dressed in a Santa suit by the way, ‘cause that is one very important piece of information. He looks fucking ridiculous. It’s the same one he used to pull out when you were a kid, back when you actually gave a shit about him, what he thought about you, whether he even wanted you. ‘Cause if your daddy wanted you, why was he away so often? Told mom to jingle his balls once, an unsavoury recurring memory that you’d like to forget.

“Oh, dad, that’s actually really concerning, like, I’m not gonna lie.” You frown at him so hard the wrinkles that form on your forehead become permanent. “Don’t say that to me.”

“I was messing around.” He defends, “Christ, what is up with you today? Got a stick up your ass or somethin’? Y’know, in my day, kids used to be able to take jokes.” Now he’s pouting like a toddler in a sour mood.

“That was not a joke, dad!” You don’t mean to raise your voice, but it happens and within seconds he’s sat on the couch dejected. This fucking dude. Ugh. He’s pathetic. How did he manage to bag a hottie like your mom?

“I just want you to love me, sweetheart.” Here we go again. Leon sighs hopelessly as he slumps back into the cushions, and you can’t take him seriously when he’s wearing a fucking Santa hat.

“I do love you, dad.” And you do. Honest. Really. Like, pinky promise. You love him out of obligation - he’s your dad, and you’re meant to love your dad. Doesn’t mean you like him though. In your very objective-totally-not-biased view, your dad is just a bit unlikeable. A bit of a strange one.

“Yeah?” He lightens up, “You love me?” God, it’s like he gets off on it. Oh, you’re just being mean now. You scoot closer to him, lean in for an awkward side hug.

“I do, dad. I love you.” You don’t have the courage to look at him. Leon’s arm snakes around your waist, and you know what’s coming. How much do you love me?

“How much do you love me?” Called it. Up until now it’s been a harmless question, but when you face him, gaze flitting from his eyes to his nose to his lips, the general wear and tear of his aged face - it’s different. This time you won’t be able to get away with the regular bout of flattery, wax poetry about how much you love him, how you wouldn’t want anyone else but him to be your daddy. When in reality, you’d swap out Leon for any poor sod. They wouldn’t leave you hanging so damn often.

“A lot, dad.” You turn your head to roll your eyes, getting it out of your system proves worthy, now you can plaster your mommy’s smile onto your face, the one he loves so much. “So much, you know that, don’t you?”

“Just don’t seem like it, pumpkin.” Leon gives you a sideways glance, “I’m trying… I wanna make it up to you, y’know? For how much I was away.”

“Dad, you don’t have to do that. I’m over it.” You’re not. But, you’re good at pretending you are. “I don’t need you to make it up to me.” You do. Oh, you so do. You need it to a devastating degree. “Like, I’m not a kid, I don’t want Santa, and I don’t wanna make fuckin’ gingerbread houses, or watch Home Alone-“

“What, so you’re a big girl now?” He tilts his head to the side, there’s an edge to his voice that’s hard to decipher. Don’t know if it’s good or bad.

“Well, I’m not little anymore, dad.” You gasp when he tries to take a subtle glimpse down your shirt.

“I can see that.” Leon pokes his tongue into the corner of his cheek.

“Yeah, and I saw that!” When you go to stand, his grip becomes almost crushing, wanting to hold you in place so badly. For a moment it’s scary, only for a moment, this is just dad. Just Leon. He’s harmless. As lame as he is, your dad wouldn’t hurt you.

“I didn’t do nothing, baby, c’mere, don’t be like that.” Dad pets your head, and it reminds you of your childhood bedroom. “I’m sorry, alright? I never spent Christmas with just you, and I wanted to make it good for you.”

“I know, dad, and I appreciate it, just don’t need you to get all weird about it. Like, we can just— we can just be normal about it. Don’t have to do all this shit, I just want us to be normal.” Normal, huh? Neither of you can do normal, and you’re fully aware of that. ‘Cause your dad is a freak, and you can’t exactly drain Kennedy blood all that easy. You’ll be your father’s daughter even when he’s dead. “Like, I really, I really can’t deal with this whole Santa thing, did you really expect me to like it? I’m not a baby.”

“I just thought it’d be cute.” Cute? What is cute about a grown man in a Santa costume that’s covered in a thin layer of dust, dug out from the boxes he still hasn’t managed to open ten years after the divorce? “Listen, baby, I’m sorry, alright? I’m real sorry, look at me,” Leon cups your cheek, stares into your eyes with his gentle ones, “Dad’s sorry, yeah? I’m just stupid sometimes.”

“You are,” you nod, “but, I’m sorry too.” No, you’re not. Just saying it so he doesn’t drag this on, so he doesn’t call up your mom and tell her you’re not having a good time. Then your mom will be down your throat, your dad’s missed you, and you missed him too, you should be nicer to him, he tries his best, darling! “You, like, went through all that effort, and I didn’t even say thank you, I just got mad at you— so I’m sorry, dad.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, shifts so he can bring you into his chest, cheek squished against one of his fat tits, god, why’re they so big, you swear it’s bigger than both of yours combined. “It’s alright, I know you’re growing up, and I’m sorry for treating you like a baby, it’s just, it’s hard ‘cause you’re my little girl, y’know?” Not true. You’ve always been a mommy’s girl. Dad is an acquaintance.

“Yes, I know, dad.” You blink at him, he melts, traces your cheekbone with his thumb. Thank god he took that dumbass hat off, you couldn’t take him seriously.

“Gosh, baby, you look just like your mama.”

“I know, dad.”

“Crazy, ain’t it?” Leon kisses your forehead, “Only got these from me, and nothin’ else, huh?” Dad gropes your tits. The man that put a baby in your mother, that baby being you, obviously, the man whose name is on your birth certificate— the man who has given you his name, is groping your tits. “Certainly not from mommy are they?”

You shake your head. In agreement though. ‘Cause you can’t deny it, your mom’s as flat as a board. It feels weird, yes. But not bad. Maybe you’ve detached Leon from the title of ‘dad’ to the point where it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s wrong, so you go to stop him, but he’s unyielding in his perversion.

“You look like your mommy down here, baby?” Dad asks, he cups your pussy through your jeans with his big hand. “Can daddy see?”

You shake your head again. Slowly. This time a flimsy no, one that teeters on the boundaries of a yes. You do owe him, you’ve been acting like a bitch ever since you arrived in D.C. Making a right fuss the moment you stepped through the door. Poor guy put the rather intricate gingerbread house all together by himself, he’s dressed as fucking Santa, all ‘cause he thought you’d like it. How bad can it be? Not like fucking your dad could land the two of you in jail, right? Well, it could, but that’s not the point.

“No? C’mon, sweet girl, dad just wants to see,” Leon’s plump bottom lip juts out, you kinda sit there for a minute, then lay back on the couch. What have you got to lose? You have no emotional attachment to this man. You do. It’s not weird at all. God, it’s so weird you want to claw your skin off. “That’s a good girl.” He butters you up while he unbuttons your jeans, taps your hips so you lift ‘em up and off they pop, jeans thrown to the ground. “Oh, look at her, baby, how sweet, just like mama,” Leon rests your left leg on his shoulder, holds the ankle of your right one to spread you open. “You think she likes it like mommy did?”

“How did… How did mom like it, dad— daddy?” You correct yourself, feel this horrible churning in your stomach. Both nausea and need flooding your shaky body.

Leon presses his wide nose to the bump of your clit through your tight panties, there’s a wet patch that seems to get bigger and bigger the more he sniffs around down there. He lifts his head, rests it on your thigh as he slides them to the side, sticky, gooey arousal stringing apart, sticking to the seat of your undies like PVA glue when he separates the fabric from your soaked centre. “She liked it real sloppy, baby.” With that, he spits on your drippy cunt, runs his finger through your folds, pinches your clit. “Daddy’s gonna give it to you just how mom liked it, alright?”

“Okay, dad,” you tell him breathlessly, hands clasped together as you try to calm your nerves. The warmth of his breath on your puffy clit is enough to make you shiver, he spreads you open with his index and middle fingers, the tip of his tongue traces along the centrefold of your cunt. Then Leon grows agitated by the way your panties insist on snapping back in place, so he has a little wrestle with them and your limp legs, once they’re off he tucks them into his pocket for safekeeping. Santa’s back pocket.

Sweetly, he kisses your clit, sucks on it like he’s getting to the centre of your cunt, blows a raspberry on it - you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath your ass. Leon spreads your cheeks to lick into your cunt, press his nose into it real nice ‘n deep, smacks his lips against your fat pussy, stubble smeared with your slick. Leaking all over your dad’s pretty face, letting your dad tug your clit between his teeth and fuck his tongue into your tight hole. “Should stop shaving.” Is all dad says once you cream on his face, “Your mama didn’t.” Okay, didn’t need to know that, but here you are, dad’s fat cock hard and heavy against your thigh. So you guess fucking him comes at that expense - finding out all sorts of details about their wild sex life. To be honest, you pegged Leon as the kinda guy who knows what missionary is and missionary only, not that you ever thought about that before. He unbuckles his belt, unthreads the prongs from the holes one by one, and drops his red Santa pants. Good riddance.

“Dad,” you whimper when he sits you up, handles you like a dolly. The tight-fitted Santa coat stretches around his biceps when he scoops you up, puts you on his lap, gosh, you’ve never really noticed those. Maybe that’s what your mom saw in him. Big blue eyes and big tits and big fucking arms. This Santa attire is really fucking you up, it’s hard to take him seriously.

“Your mommy’s real good at riding cock, y’know that, pumpkin?” Leon squeezes your ass, you feel him. All of him. His clothed cock grinding upwards into your bare cunt, a toothy grin stretching his lips as he watches the way your lips squish together. Yeah, fat pussy, so what. Get over it, creep. “Best I ever had she was, best fuckin’ pussy,” he licks up the sweat dripping down your collarbones, “but you’re made for me, ain’t you, baby?”

“Yes, dad.” You don’t know what else to say, breath stuttering when he sits you down on his cock. Thick and fairly long in all the ways a dick should be, you suppose. Look at that, giving a review of your dad’s cock. How far you have come. Fucking degenerate cock critic. It sure does feel good, his tip nestled snug against your cervix, pulsing within the silky walls of your tight cunt. Feel every vein, how his tip leaks pre endlessly, how it twitches when you clench around him.

“Baby, you’re such a big girl now,” Dad kisses you smack-bang in the middle. On your pouty lips. The ones that remind him of your mom, same lips that sucked his cock in the marriage bed, same eyes rolling back into your skull when he begins to rock his hips into you. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, aren’t you? Better than mommy.” Almost, he wants to add. You know he does. He’s so predictable.

There are no words in your brain, only able to let out shaky breaths and the occasional yelp as he takes you, grabs your hips and bounces you up and down on his cock. “Fuck, wait, let me— let me-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he’s sliding you off and bending you over the couch. “Better like this.” That’s ’cause you look like mom from behind. Same hair, same hips, same perky ass. Leon fucks you harder, his strokes deeper, knocking his cock into your poor cervix with his brutal thrusts. Your nails scratch at the cracked leather of his couch, unable to help the way you moan for him, it’s so embarrassing, even more so when your hips begin to move on their own, fucking yourself back on dad’s dick.

Each thrust is harder than the last, god, is he trying to go through you? Put you in A&E ‘cause his cock got tangled in your intensities? “Is this… Is this how mom likes it, dad?” You manage to get out through a stifled groan, he digs his teeth into your neck, licks a stripe over the tender skin then tugs at your hoop earring with his teeth.

“Your mom likes it even harder, baby,” Leon snickers, “your mama is a dirty bitch.” You gasp, tighten around him involuntarily, your pussy behaves in mysterious ways. “She liked it when I did this,” his hand comes down on your ass hard, you squeal, almost lose footing and fall face-first into the couch cushions. “And when I pulled her hair, and slapped her tits, and spit down her fuckin’ throat.” Your mom is one nasty bitch, good on her. Personally, you’re new to it all. “You want that?”

“I don’t know, dad.” You say helplessly, thighs trembling when he reaches round with his nimble fingers to rub neat circles into your bud, so you come undone around his cock. Coat the shaft in cream, drip slick down his balls. You muffle your moans into a pillow, painted toes curling against the wooden floor, suddenly thankful for his lack of underfloor heating - ‘cause you’re sweating like a pig.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as he continues to fuck you through it, helps his little girl out by kissing the wet nape of her neck, a big hand on her waist to steady her. Sweat prickles your skin, jolting as he gives one last sloppy push into you, hips jerking as he unloads all he’s got to give and you milk him just right. ‘Cause you know, you’re his kid, made for him. That’s why he fits like a glove. Born to get your cunt bred by dad. You think he says your mom’s name into your hair, but you don’t question it, slumping over in exhaustion.

“Dad, can you just do me a favour and take that off, please? I’m really tired and it’s pissing me off.” You curl up on the sofa, uncaring of the seed that drips out and trickles down your plush thighs.. Leather’s easy to clean.

“Why? I like it. Don’t you think it’s cute, sweetpea?” Normalcy or what the two of you consider normal returns.

“No, take it off, or I’m taking the next flight home.”

“Alright, pumpkin.”

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 year

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@rosethreeart 45 min!! This is not edited at all and the plot is crappy I'm sorry--

Pairing: Netherlands x Fem!America

Warnings: None

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Abigail loved very few things more than rainy days, unfortunately one of the things she did love more than rainy days was Lars. He hated rainy days, spending the whole day mumbling about the mud getting tracked inside. This left Abby at a crossroad, one that met at the window. She wanted to go outside very badly, but also knew that she would, as always, forget to take her shoes off when she came inside; then Lars would be stressed about the mud on his perfectly clean floors.

Lars hated rainy days, no matter how many of them there were he didn't like them. However, he knew his girlfriend adored them, he liked his clean floors though and didn't want to make her feel bad about getting mud inside.

This brought him here, he had gone out for groceries partially as an excuse, and went against his every instinct as he came inside and purposefully did not take his shoes off as he went into the kitchen.

Abigail on cue came sliding into the kitchen, Lars knew she would act as if they hadn't seen each other in twenty years even if he had only been gone thirty-five minutes at most.

"Hey sweetp-" Abigail stopped dead in her tracks noticing the very obvious tracks on the ground, a little too obvious. "You'll have to mop later won't you?"

He pretended to be surprised as he looked down at his shoes, "I suppose I will"

Lars could have sworn her shoes and jacket materialized, as not another word left his mouth before she was dragging him outside. Abigail was much shorter than Lars, which usually left her a step behind, but this time he was the one trying to keep up.

"Abby! I have to get the umbrella"

She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her face tilted up to the sky. "You don't need the umbrella, just feel the rain!"

"What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it means" she shook a little, the heavy rain already gathering in her hair. She started down the sidewalk, clearly headed for their normal walk route; "We don't need the umbrella"

Lars ran his hand over his hair trying to push it out of his face as it was already losing its shape, "Everyone else has umbrellas"

"And we don't, cause we're not scared of a little water sweetpea" He blushed at the nickname, slightly out of embarrassment as they passed more people. Abby smiled, "Hey honeycakes?"

Lars blushed harder using the excuse to pull his coat collar higher; "Hm?"

"How come you're allowed to use nicknames for me in public, but when I do it you pout?"

"It's different" he finished adjusting his collar grabbing her hand again.

"How is it different?" she swung their arms a little, as they continued on. He shrugged, half nodding at a stranger as they passed them.

"Is it because you're embarrassed?"

"I am not embarrassed"

Abigail hummed, "I think you are," she was just teasing him for the fun of it by this point. "I think you're embarrassed for the average bypasser to know that you have a girlfriend"

"What about this?" He held their hands up a little, trying to show her he was not embarrassed. "That means nothin' plenty of friends hold hands, especially in such slippery conditions" she poked her tongue out, just to annoy him as another person looked at them.

"Then what about this" he checked to make sure no one would run into them before picking her up and kissing her, Abigail laughing into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around him. Lars set her down only when realizing someone needed to get by them. He blushed hard as they walked for another moment, mostly just to get away from the people giving them odd looks.

"Can we go home now?"

"Mhm!"

"Good, i'm soaked, and the groceries got left on the counter"

Abigail shrugged, "We've only been gone twenty minutes, they'll live" she smirked as they rounded the block corner, "I still think you're embarrassed that I call you sweetpea"

"Stop"

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nekojitachan · 4 years

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For some reason I was inspired to write more of ‘The Real Thing’. No clue why....

I thought this was going to be really short, too. Ha.

We’re starting to move things along, time-wise and plot-wise. Seriously.

Last part can be found here.

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“So, uhm, how are things going there? I mean, outside of the games, you Ravens are on the usual winning streak and they’re already talking about you making Court with the way you’re shutting down the goal whenever you’re playing, but with classes and… uhm, well, with Nathaniel?”

If Nicky didn’t sound as if he expected Andrew to yell at him at any moment, Andrew would tell him to fuck off and hang up. However, Nicky insisted on sending him care packages (and sappy A/B/O books, which Nathaniel continued to ask him about and allowed Andrew to invent ridiculous answers in return) and checking up on him, so… so Andrew humored his cousin.

(Or something like that.)

“I should make the dean’s list this semester and Nate’s fine,” Andrew said as he fought the urge to tap his fingers against the top of his desk.

“Hmm, just fine? He’s your soulmate.”

Once again, Andrew wished that he could have slit Riko’s throat before the prick had announced to the world that Nathaniel was his soulmate, even as at the same time he felt a deeply buried hint of satisfaction over knowing that everyone referred to Nathaniel as ‘his’.

He needed a drink.

“He’s fine,” Andrew repeated. “Still breathing and has all of his limbs.” All of his very attractive, very flexible limbs.

“That’s not- oh fine.” Nicky was definitely sulking on the other end of the line. “You could be a bit more romantic about finding your other half, you know.”

“Why? He’s my other half.”

“Exactly.” Nicky’s tone softened as he spoke that word. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Uhm, you hear from Aaron lately?”

Andrew didn’t say anything as he thought about how his twin continued to avoid him.

“Ah, yeah, okay.” Now Nicky sounded sad. “He’ll… he’ll come around. It’s difficult, not knowing where one’s soulmate is when everyone else has found theirs,” he tried to explain. “He’s feeling a bit jealous right now.”

Why would Aaron feel jealous? Andrew had moved away from California and given up any chance of a family he might have with Cass because of his brother (even if it included Drake), had gotten rid of Tilda for Aaron (who really should pay attention when making bargains), had joined the Ravens… well, partially because of the scholarship extended to Aaron (and partially because of the north star mark on his left forearm).

“It’s time for practice,” Andrew lied, unwilling to talk anymore.

“Oh, okay. Tell Nathaniel I said ‘hi’! I can’t wait to meet him, maybe during the holiday-“

Andrew hung up on his insane cousin before Nicky could go any further with that ridiculous plan, then completed his English homework. Ben had gone off to one of the study rooms to talk to his family, and returned a few minutes before the afternoon practice started (for real) with a disgruntled expression on his face.

When Andrew arched an eyebrow over the way his roommate slammed his books onto his desk, Ben huffed and shook his head. “Riko’s being even more of his ‘I’m the captain, do what I say or else’ self.” When Andrew’s drug-induced smile flattened, Ben shook his head again, that time with more vigor. “Nate wasn’t involved! He went after Jordon because of his performance this morning, and then got even angrier when Kevin tried to step in.”

As long as Nathaniel was all right. “What else is new?” Riko had become a nagging little bitch (more of a nagging little bitch) as the season progressed, as he became obsessed with ensuring that the Ravens led not only their district but the entire Class I division in points, as he excelled in both the collegiate and professional leagues.

Which meant that he became a bitter little bitch whenever he felt that he wasn’t given his due as the best striker in all of Exy, whenever someone stole his thunder (especially if it was his own partner) or if he believed that his teammates were lacking. Which meant that the Ravens had to put up with the psychotic prick’s mercurial moods.

Had Andrew said moods? More like tantrums.

At least as long as Andrew continued to either shut down the goal entirely during his time on court (not always possible) or limit the other team to one or two points, then Riko left him (and Nathaniel) alone. Well, the prick wasn’t happy when he ‘politely’ (meaning didn’t shove a knife in their ribs) reminded people to keep their fucking hands off Nathaniel, but it was still possible to play a game with a concussion or broken fingers.

Ben managed a weak chuckle at Andrew’s statement, then they left for practice; Andrew didn’t see Nathaniel or Jean in the locker room, which meant that they were already out on court. That wasn’t too much of a surprise since as part of Riko’s ‘perfect court’, they were expected to put in extra effort (to live up to the ‘perfect’ part), but it also meant that a certain prick expected more of them.

Andrew didn’t exactly run out of the locker room, but he managed a fast-paced ‘saunter’ that got him to the court before the rest of the team. He was just in time to notice a very familiar flush to his soulmate’s cheeks and gleam in those startling blue eyes as Nathaniel watched on while Riko tore into Kevin about – well, Andrew didn’t really give a shit about what, just stopping Nathaniel from getting into trouble.

“Why don’t you-“

“There’s my sweetpea!” Andrew called out right before he used his racquet as an improvised hook to draw Nathaniel towards him; Jean jumped at the loud noise then scoffed at his actions. “Got a kiss for your honeybun?”

“I’ve got a knife for your belly,” Nathaniel gritted out, yet he allowed Andrew to ‘reel’ him in. “What did I say about calling me that?”

Andrew pretended to think about the demand for a moment. “Okay, snugglewoogums.”

Behind them, Jean tried to turn a chuckle into a cough while Riko finally stopped berating Kevin. Nathaniel gave Andrew an incredibly pained look before he shook his head in defeat. “Fine, stick with the first one,” he spat as he ducked his head.

Aware of Riko’s attention on them, Andrew allowed his grin and tone to take on a salacious edge. “I told you I always get my way.” He smacked his soulmate on the ass with the handle of his racquet, well aware that he’d get an earful (and more threats about being filleted) later on, while Riko grinned in approval.

“It seems we finally found someone to tame our wild #3,” Riko taunted; for a moment, Andrew worried that it would set off his soulmate, but Nathaniel glanced over at Kevin, who had hurried to get the rest of the team ready for practice (and away from Riko), and seemed to decide to let the snide comment slide since things had settled down.

It was the usual Ravens’ practice after that (of which Andrew was So. Damn. Bored); going over the Ravens’ drills (and being caned by Tetsuji for any mistakes), followed by learning a new play or two (and being caned for not paying attention) and then a few scrimmages (and more caning for mistakes). Riko was quick to pounce on any players he felt weren’t up to the team’s demanding standards, to the point that Andrew was certain that he wasn’t the only one looking forward to the next time the asshole left for a Wildcats’ game.

As expected, Nathaniel dragged Andrew off to a table in the far corner of the dining hall after practice; no one paid any attention to him eating with his soulmate and Jean anymore, while Ben was fine having his meals with Leif and Toby (who actually said more than two words at a time to him). Jean sat with his back to the other Ravens, which helped to block any curious gazes, while Nathaniel glared as he jabbed a chopstick at the grilled tofu lying on top of his bowl of seasoned rice. “Laying it on a bit thick earlier, weren’t you?” He pitched his voice low so it wouldn’t carry very far. “Honeybun?” There was enough malice in the ‘nickname’ to choke a horse (too bad it didn’t choke Andrew and give him an excuse to skip dinner).

Andrew grunted as he contemplated flinging his own piece of tofu as far across the dining hall as possible. “Oh, did you and Valjean want to be beaten for pissing off Riko today?” It was a bit of a low blow to drag Jean into things, but the best way to prove his point.

Nathaniel appeared guilty while Jean gave him a warning look for such dirty tactics, which Andrew ignored. “He’s being a real asshole to Kevin lately for no reason.”

Other than being a jealous, insecure prick, but what else was new? “Kevin’s a big boy, let him take care of himself.”

“Kevin can’t fend for himself once off an Exy court or outside a press conference,” Nathaniel muttered, which made Jean chuckle. “But whatever,” he said when Andrew narrowed his eyes. “You done with your homework for the day?”

“Yes, you?”

Nathaniel nodded. “You… uhm, coming back to the room with us?” He kept poking at the disgusting slab of tofu while a hint of blush spread across his sharp cheekbones.

Despite the fact that Andrew basically went to Nathaniel’s room every night after dinner (unless it was a game night), he nodded and forced his attention on his own dinner while Nathaniel murmured ‘good’ and Jean looked as if he was about to get up and leave the table in disgust.

The rest of the meal passed in silence.

Once they reached the relative peace and safety (relative) of Nathaniel’s room, he pulled out the German language books which Nicky had sent Andrew (oh how his cousin had been delighted to know that Nathaniel had wanted to improve upon his slight knowledge of the language) so they could work on it that night; they’d taken to alternating between German and French in the last few weeks. Between Andrew’s eidetic memory and Nathaniel’s almost uncanny ability to learn languages, they were progressing rapidly between the two.

(Andrew wanted to know what the hell his soulmate and Jean were saying all the time – and to be warned by Jean if necessary – and to talk to Nathaniel privately.)

Andrew sat on Nathaniel’s bed, all too aware of how close they were to each other, as they went through the lessons that Nathaniel had worked on earlier that day and his pronunciation (which was damn good). They were in the middle of a short dialogue (asking for directions) when Nathaniel’s phone pinged, which was a rare occasion; almost everyone he knew was in the Nest, and his father certainly didn’t bother to talk to him.

Nathaniel’s brows drew together in a puzzled expression as he looked at his phone; Andrew noticed how Jean paused in reading a book to give his partner a worried glance. “I won’t be able to watch the game on Friday,” Nathaniel announced after texting back a response. “Ichirou wants me in the East Tower to translate.”

Andrew felt a wave of… of something dark and possessive and primordial slam into him as a wide smile spread across his face. “Oh, how wonderful, fun Moriyama time. Will Nathan be there to play as well?” He could easily (oh so easily) remember the bruises which had littered lovely ‘Nat’s’ face after his last father’s visit.

Nathaniel twitched at the response, which earned a muttered curse from Jean. “I… no.” Nathaniel shook his head, which caused the workbook in his lap to slip onto the bed and his dark auburn curls to flash through the air. “He doesn’t… not when Ichirou… no.”

The incoherence was a sign of how upset he was, as was the way his hands twisted in the hem of the overlarge black sweatshirt he wore; aware of how he was the cause of such disturbance, Andrew found himself reaching to thread his fingers through those mussed curls without a thought, to leaning forward until he felt his soulmate’s breath warm against his face, until he could see the flecks of pale grey swirl in those icy blue eyes….

A manic part of him urged him on to kiss his soulmate, to feel something, to take whatever he could – for a moment he almost gave into it, too. Then he noticed the naked emotion on Nathaniel’s face, the odd mix of trust and confusion, and found himself leaning back even as his hand wrapped around his soulmate’s nape.

(NathanielwasapipedreamwasmaybetooperfectforhimbutifhetookhimnowlikeTHISthenhe’ddefinitelyneverknowifadreamcouldbecomereality)

“Be certain,” Andrew said, his voice thick for some reason. “Because I feel that I’m due an introduction with your father for some reason, an introduction where I have a very sharp or heavy object in my hand which I make very familiar with him many, many times.”

His soulmate gazed at him for several seconds as if trying to make sense of the words before he gave up and rested his forehead on Andrew’s shoulder. When Andrew glanced at Jean, the French bastard shook his head. “I’m putting my money on the Butcher, not a runt like you.”

“He’s an old man,” Andrew sneered.

“An old man who’s used to fighting off overreaching fools. Up your game, Minyard.”

Andrew gave him the bird while he combed the fingers of his other hand through Nathaniel’s hair; once he realized what he was doing, he forced his hands away from his soulmate. Nathaniel blinked at the loss of contact then slowly rose from the bed. “Aah, it’s late,” he said as he walked toward the bathroom.

Jean waited until the door closed behind him and there was the sound of water running to lean forward and gaze at Andrew. “He doesn’t say much about what happens up in the Tower, but I know that Ichirou doesn’t let Nathan touch him,” he told Andrew, his deep voice quiet in the small room. “Kengo doesn’t stop the bastard at all, but Ichirou does.”

Andrew thought about that as he gathered up the German language books then placed them on Nathaniel’s desk. “Why?” Why did Ichirou protect Nathaniel?

Jean shook his head. “I don’t know, and I don’t think Nat does, either.”

Yet another question to add to the growing pile of them, but at least Andrew knew that Nathaniel should be safe that Friday. Should. He’d have to wait for a better answer after their game with the University of Vermont’s Catamounts.

(When he was alone, with his soulmate, without any drugs in his system….).

Except things didn’t exactly go that way – Andrew should be used to life fucking up his plans by then. After all but shutting down the goal except for one point during his time out on court, he’d dealt with the usual post-game bullshit, showered, changed and was about to head to Nathaniel’s room (well aware of the clock ticking down on his drug-free moments) when Akagi insisted that he follow the assistant coach to Tetsuji’s office.

He was ready to ignore the man, except Aaron’s name was mentioned.

Well aware that he hadn’t seen his brother in class that morning, Andrew pushed aside the urge to tell the Moriyama lackey to ‘fuck off’ (along with the growing sense of nausea) and tagged along; the rare burst of true anger helped to push back the withdrawal that sunk vicious claws into his nerves until they sizzled with an aching itch that wasn’t quite pain.

Not yet, at least.

Andrew found his twin, bleary-eyed and reeking of alcohol, standing hunched over as to make himself appear even smaller in Tetsuji’s office with some middle-aged man who turned out to be the Dean of Science. He stood there and listened while Tetsuji basically talked the man out of evicting Aaron from Edgar Allan because of the stupid prank he and his ‘friends’ had done due earlier that evening to the stabilizing effect (what a fucking joke) he had on one of the Ravens’ most promising players, and that Tetsuji was certain that he could find something to keep Aaron busy so such an incident wasn’t repeated.

From the look Tetsuji gave Andrew, he knew that such a thing better not happen again, and that he’d be paying for the ‘Master’s’ intervention.

“How could you be so stupid,” he hissed in German while the two men hashed out the details of Aaron’s new ‘work study’ position.

Aaron wavered on his feet while he shook his head. “I didn’t- why the fuck do you care?” he whispered back.

Because the Moriyamas never did anything for free. Because the price better not involve Nathaniel. Because Andrew was always cleaning up for his twin. “You were supposed to stay out of trouble.” Andrew had done what he could to keep track of his brother while on campus, but that task had grown almost impossible between juggling classes, being a Raven, Nathaniel, and Aaron ignoring him the past few weeks. “Not break into-“

“You have everything,” Aaron turned to give him a look that was pure jealousy. “They’re already talking about you making Court, you found your soulmate, what else is there? I’ve got nothing.”

He certainly didn’t have any brains, Andrew thought with growing bitterness. He had a scholarship to pursue his dreams of being a doctor, he had the brother he’d begged for along with the second chance of a future. ‘Nothing’ indeed.

However, it seemed that Tetsuji and the other guy were finished, so away Aaron went, leaving Andrew to find out what he owed for his brother’s latest folly. “I suggest making him clean the bathrooms,” Andrew said as he struggled not to fidget from the growing drug withdrawals.

Tetsuji regarded him in that flat, ‘you are worthless to me’ manner which made him such a cheerful fellow for a few seconds before he leaned back in his big leather chair. “I know about the deal you made with my nephew, both about Nathaniel and being off your medication while on court.” His thick brows drew together very slightly, the only hint of disapproval on his usually mask-like face; if it were during a practice session, Andrew would expect the bastard’s cane to be brought down on him at any moment. “You shouldn’t need any incentive to do your best during a game, but one can be… irrational in regards to their soulmate.”

One could also be irrational as fuck in regards to their psychotic nephew, but Andrew (for once) kept his mouth shut, considering what had happened in the past few minutes, and considering the reference to Nathaniel.

(Oh, was it difficult, though.)

Tetsuji nodded once, as if pleased by his silence. “Your performance on court is exemplary and has helped the team to have one of their best seasons in years. Upon comparing it to how you play during scrimmages, I believe you were correct when you told Riko that you play best when off your medication. That’s why I’ve had Dr. Gale submit a recommendation that you’ve improved enough in the last few months and no longer need it.”

That… was not what Andrew had expected to hear. “He can do that?” He was supposed to have weekly sessions with the psychiatrist, per the whole court sentencing thing, but one of the very few good things about having signed with the Ravens was, due to the hectic practice schedule, after attending a couple of them, the weekly visits had just… stopped. Dr. Gale would swing by the court once a week to technically ‘see’ Andrew, but that was that, and nothing else was said about the matter.

“He already has; along with the recommendations from your professors and me, it’s expected to be approved.” Tetsuji gave him an intent look. “You’ll be checked in to a local rehabilitation center over the winter break and return in time for the spring semester to play unmedicated.”

On one hand, Andrew felt an odd fluttering in his chest at the thought of being off the damn medication early, in no longer having to take it (in being done with it earlier than expected after he’d found Nathaniel). On the other hand, he was being told to do something, and while he wasn’t the twin studying medicine, he could do a quick bit of math and realized that winter break didn’t give him a lot of time to come off an additive drug.

(But Aaron had done it, so why couldn’t he?)

His innate nature to do the opposite of what he’d been told struggled with the fact that this was what not only he owed to keep Aaron at Edgar Allan but was what he wanted as well; after several seconds, he gave the ‘Master’ a curt nod.

Tetsuji nodded once in return. “Prepare accordingly,” was all he said before he motioned for Andrew to leave.

Andrew didn’t waste any time doing just that.

Nathaniel appeared anxious when he reached his soulmate’s room but didn’t ask any questions. He took one look at Andrew and got out of the way as Andrew went straight to the bathroom so he could take the damn medication (only for a little longer) and get ready for bed. When Andrew came out several minutes later, it was to find that Nathaniel had switched out the sheets for him on Jean’s bed.

“Uhm, everything okay?” Nathaniel asked, his expression uncertain.

Andrew took a moment to check that his soulmate was unharmed (at least physically), that the only bruises on him were a couple fading ones from practice earlier in the week. “Long day.” He was too tired right then to talk about Aaron, Ichirou and winter break, too… it was too much. It would wait until morning.

Yet all Nathaniel did was give him a slight, earnest smile and went to fetch something from his desk. “Okay. Ah, here.” He handed over a small bundle wrapped in a black cloth napkin, a hint of pink on his cheeks. “There were snacks and since it was Ichirou… I was able to bring something back I thought you might like. Good night.” That done, he hurried over to his bed.

Andrew stared after him for moment before he unwrapped the napkin to reveal a large chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting drizzled with caramel, topped with a chocolate raven. Despite the slight upheaval to his stomach from before and the fact that he’d just brushed his teeth, Andrew felt his mouth begin to salivate and sat down on the bed so he could spread the napkin over his lap.

The cupcake was delicious, was the best thing he’d tasted in weeks, was a chocolate overload that made him want to groan in delight. Once he was done licking the last trace of buttercream from his fingers, he glanced over at his soulmate, who was pretending to be asleep. “Thanks, sweetpea. Next time, grab at least two.”

Nathaniel made an adorable growling sound before he spoke. “Sure, the more poison, the better,” he grumbled before he jerked the bedding higher up his narrow shoulders.

Andrew began to count the days left until winter break as he crawled beneath blankets.

*******

Excited for what happens in the next few parts. I always knew how this was going to end, but had a flash of actual dialogue the other night and... YES.

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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07 | gangsta ; sweetpea

Notes:

So.. the sexual tension. The longing. The lingering touches and all that awkward but cute shit.. That’s starting here. Can we say sloooow burn? Because considering I’m now six chapters deep and they really haven’t... Done too much as far as touching / flirting / interacting, yeah.. That’s what this is. If you weren’t looking for a slow burn, I’m honestly not sure what to tell you? Other than oops? There’s been a few days pass between last chapter and this one. It’s alluded that Sweetpea and Alyssa have been bumping into each other over the course of.

This chapter came to me on a whim. Because I thought it’d be cute / awkward / funny to have one or ther other fall asleep in class, so here we are. The things my brain does to me at 9 pm, i s2g.

Warnings:

non canon compliant - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are... definitely not going to like this. angst & slow burn, heavy sexual tension starting now, actually - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. violence / swearing & fighting, possible underage drinking and other shenanigans - look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?... eventual sexual content / a virgin original character - this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there.

Pairing:

Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa x Sweet Pea

Other Parts:

[ one - two - three - four - five - six - soundtrack ]

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc ]

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn is the only person on my Riverdale tag list. If you’d like to be tagged for this story by all means.. Please let me know. Please, I beg. It’d make me super duper happy!!!

SEVEN.

“Where’d you disappear last night, man? It’s only the second night this weekend...” Fangs asked the question, gazing at Sweet Pea expectantly. Sweet Pea shrugged and grumbled quietly, “Went for a walk.”

“Where?” Fangs asked.

“Around, okay?” Sweet Pea snapped.

Fangs smirked. Teasing him with a laugh, “By around, you mean you wandered off and found yourself over on the North side.”

Just the way Sweet Pea tensed told the tale in it’s entirety.

And Fangs smirked to himself. “Did your little walk wind up with you walkin past a certain red-head’s house?”

“The park.” Sweet Pea answered. He scowled at how easily Fangs seemed to be able to read him. And for a few seconds, maybe he panicked. If Fangs could pick up on the whole thing this easily, did that mean Alyssa could?

,, you better hope not, otherwise, everything will get awkward. She’s never going to go for you. You need to do the smart thing and get over her already.”

“So you did find her. What the hell was she doing out at the park by herself?” Fangs asked, a brow raised. Sweet Pea was a million miles away and just seeing him like this had Fangs smirking to himself about it because Sweet Pea was not the kind of guy who got like this.

Apparently, Fangs mused to himself, there was a first time for everything.

“Walking her dog, I think. Or laying on the grass, looking up at the sky and talking to the dog.” Sweet Pea chuckled. Smiling to himself a little because he knew Fangs wasn’t really paying him any attention. Too busy watching the Keller guy walk past. Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

Fangs snickered. “Yeah, that sounds like her.” he mused aloud, distracted.

Sweet Pea muttered something. When Fangs asked him to repeat it, he refused entirely. The two fell silent as Cheryl, Toni and Alyssa made their way over.

“Sorry, we had to pull this one out of bed. Again. Because someone decided she just had to watch all of the Saw movies last night.” Cheryl explained, with Toni snickering and adding on, “We had to physically remove her. And she is violent when she’s mostly asleep. I thought I was going to lose an eye in there.”

“I thought I was swinging at that fucking little creepy puppet from the movie, okay?” Alyssa yawned, hugging herself between Cheryl and Toni. Apologizing to both.

Sweet Pea found himself gazing at her. A brow raising when he realized that her eyes weren’t green with a hint of brown, but brown. A deep dark brown, at that.. And that she was wearing glasses today. Thick ones. ,, and honestly, I prefer it.” the thought came but he was quick to shove it down. Or he tried to shove it out.

“You wear glasses?” he questioned.

“Not normally, but my brother scared the shit out of me pounding on the door and I dropped a contact down the sink.” Alyssa grumbled.

“Clearly, she is not a morning kinda girl.” Fangs chuckled, stepping away when she raised her hand to take a lazy swing at his upper arm and pouted up at him.

“Not when I only went to sleep at 3? Or was it 4?” Alyssa shrugged.

They started down the hall, splitting up to go into their respective classes.

Alyssa settled into her seat and Sweet Pea opened the textbook, putting it between them. When he happened to look down because he felt pressure against his side, he found her leaned against him, snoring quietly.

He glanced towards the front of the room. Mr. Keaton hadn’t noticed yet. Carefully, he moved his arm. Leaning down, muttering against her ear, “You gotta wake up now, Cherry.” making her shiver as a result and huddle against him even more stubbornly refusing to move.

“Uh uh. Warm.” she squirmed around as if she were trying to get comfortable. Tucking her feet beneath her in her chair. Sweet Pea grumbled, poking at her until she woke up. Trying to stop himself from having any sort of reaction to the way it felt to have her pressing against him. Because honestly, it was something he could definitely get used to. Even if he’d die a thousand slow and painful deaths before he admitted that to anyone, let alone himself.

Chuckling and giving her a smirk as soon as he saw the way she blushed. Leaning in to mutter quietly, “Careful, cherry. People might start talkin.” in a teasing tone.

Alyssa shrugged as she muttered quietly, “Honestly, I’m out of fucks to give.” and then rubbing her eyes and yawning. Going quiet as she tried to focus on the open textbook between them. Brushing against Sweet Pea’s side a time or two just so she could get a better look at the page closer to him.

Quick to pull away, making him pout to himself when he knew she wasn’t looking and nobody else was paying attention either.

By the time the bell rang, Sweet Pea definitely needed the long walk to his next class on the other side of campus just to even attempt pulling himself together.

Having her right under him for an entire class period. Now having her make best friends with Toni and Fangs. Constantly being around her. Being reminded that he wanted what he felt he couldn’t have.

It was.. Really starting to drive him crazy.

,, and now, you’re actually getting to know her and it’s making it harder to keep her at arms length..” the thought came, taunting him until he swung at his locker door in anger.

Sooner or later, something had to give.

#sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea imagines #sweetpea fanfic #sweetpea fic #sweetpea imagine #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fic #my writing ; sweetpea #my fanfiction ; sweetpea #my fics ; sweetpea

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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How do you get motivated to write things? Like what is your process ? Do you listen to music, do mood boards or do you simply just write?

hello sweetpea!! <33 eeeee let’s get into this under the cut!!

first of all, i’m so flattered you asked me this ehehehe so thank you for that!! i answered a question about motivation and inspiration recently which i’m going to link you to right here. BUT i’m also gonna share with you an exercise my screenwriting prof shared with me, and hopefully that’ll help a little (at least with keeping the flow going n things) as well!!

i always say creativity is a muscle right? we all have it, you just have to actively exercise it to strengthen it. there’s so many ways to do that, but one good method that he taught me (that his agent taught him ehehehe) is this:

every day, write down three ideas. they don’t need to be fully formed ideas. they can be anything, a character (if you’re writing fanfiction maybe this can be an AU version of a character? or an oc/reader? or you can just skip character completely), a location, one line of dialogue, etc etc etc. you do this until you have 50-100 written down. then you pick ten, and write one paragraph for each describing the plot. THEN, you pick THREE of these and write one page summaries of their plots, much more fleshed out and all that. AND THEN, you pick one out of these and write a script (or, in our case, a fic!)

more generally/personally:

for me personally (and as i mentioned in the answer i linked you to!), as stupid as it might sound, i literally love writing so much that that IS my motivation. i’m constantly striving to improve my art and it’s all i want to do with my life etc etc etc, and i’ve got so many projects on the go that when i get stuck on one i just switch to another. it’s still frustrating of course, but i’ve been writing for so long that if i don’t write for a day i feel like trash and a failure and a bunch of other yucky things hahaha

BUT, like i also said in the answer linked above, there’s a very fine line between pushing yourself and overworking yourself, and only YOU know what that line is for yourself, because everyone’s limits differ. if you’re new to writing, or you’re new to writing every day, even just being able to write a few lines of prose or some dialogue or just an IDEA is a fantastic start!! just getting into that habit of writing everyday is really great!!

aaaaah i hope this helps a little anon <333 my WRITING PROCESS on the other hand is best described as organized chaos ehehehe but yes!! these are the things that work for me. motivation is difficult to speak about because it’s such a personal thing, but i truly hope this helps u a bit!!

#im also gonna answer another ask literally right after this with links to all of my uhhhh 'writing advice' asks i guess??????#ehehehe so ur also welcome to look through those too idk if they'll help but they're there just in case u need em/wanna have a lookie!!#have a fantastic day anon <33 stay safe n healthy pls!!#sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail #clari gives advice

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kagszzy · 3 years

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Help me choose the next smut!

(LONG POST AHEAD)

Hey there guys, so here’s my list of WIP/Ideas, along with each works various kinks. Note that ideas are yet to be written, it’s mostly just the summary but I do know the overall direction they will go in. Reply with ‘Idea x’ or ‘WIP x’ to make things easier for me to look back on :)

IDEAS:

1] Slut Betty needs more funds for a new camera so she have better quality camming, so she sets up a ‘fuck me marathon’ date with four of her most loyal fans. Identities do need to be protected though, so they all get code names and masks. FP-mr snake, Fred-mr dog, Tom-mr bear, Hiram-mr fox. (I may end up scrapping the codenames/masks all together and/or just go with a dubcon/blackmail route)

2] set in s4, Bret decides to give Betty a personal interview for the school paper. -drugging, dubcon, cheating.

3] Principle Honey punishes Betty for not delivering the article he had asked for.-dubcon, hard spanking, object insertion;football trophies. slut shaming, mild bondage;medals

4] Wanting to prove she can handle any challenge the Serpents give her, Betty agrees to be their personal ‘dog’ for the day. -pet play, leashes, collars, anal, slut shaming, humiliation.

5] AU- Betty goes to a spa and receives the best treatment ever.-DP, Slut shaming, cheating(?) (Fangs/Sweet Pea work as the masseuses. Or a random OC drugs her with some aphrodisiac incense/lotion)

6] In the midst of the Riverdale quarantine, and with Jughead and Archie gone, Betty and Veronica find comfort knowing that they still have each other -cheating, breast play, clitoral stimulation

7] AU- Inspired by the comic’s whimsical ideas, and frenemy beronica- Betty and Veronica magically switch lives for a day. Betty takes advantage by calling up all of V’s old boyfriends.

8] Reggie and the Bulldogs get revenge on Betty for publishing a negative article about them. (although I’m perfectly ok with giving this one up to my gal, cherry ;) ) gangbang, DP, triple penetration, humiliation.

9] Betty and Jughead reluctantly find out that, as part of her new role as Queen, Betty must now fuck any new recruits who want to join the gang. Not wanting to share/oversee that it goes well, a jealous Jughead agrees to a threesome. DP, sloppy seconds, cuckolding,

10] FP enforces Jug to help him punish Betty for going against Serpent orders/ruining a business deal/losing money/putting the Serpents in danger, etc. threesome, DP, rough sex, cuckolding, dubcon, punishment

11] Veronica catches Betty sucking Hiram off OR Jug catches Betty sucking Sweet Pea/FP/Other off and Veronica/Jughead get off on it.

12] On a school trip in the mountains, Betty and SweetPea/Reggie sneak off and fuck. (im thinking if I go with SP, it might become a chapter in my SweetB camming-verse)

13] Sweet Pea blackmails Betty to be his slave after finding out her camming secret and fucks her in the pool house at Cheryl’s party. (Note that I have few SP+blackmail/camming ideas in general, but I like the idea of this one since I want Betty to get fucked in her bathing suit) -cheating, blackmail, creampie, size kink, anal

14] AU- Betty buys two tickets in advance to a fancy hot spring retreat for her and Jug’s anniversary, but then they end up breaking things off (possibly after her dance or bc Jug is to invested in the Serpents) A couple months pass, and forgetting to cancel the reservation, Betty reluctantly goes, throwing out the extra ticket and hoping to once and for all, forget about the Southside Serpents. Imagine her surprise when, Sweet Pea shows up at the retreat, with the other ticket. (I feel I might make this one more of a shippy smut with plot, but who knows. I just like the idea alot bc there’s that great photo of Jordan in the pool lol) -teasing, sexual tension, pool/water sex, anal, ass obsession, rough sex.

15] Veronica is annoyed that Hermosa is still loitering around Riverdale, especially when she said she would leave. Wanting to find the reason for her sister’s extended stay, Veronica hides away in Hermosa’s closet and is shocked to find her bff Betty, is having sex with older Lodge daughter. OR, V accidentally stumbles upon them. (also, I plan to make V have a huge crush/obsession with Betty, thus making her insanely jealous when she finds out.) -strap ons, breast play, older sister kink, psudo incest kink+incest, sneaking around, older woman/younger woman, (possible threesome)

16] When the Jones’ move into the Cooper home, Betty finds out FP isn’t a changed man after all. -blackmail, dubcon, cheating, blow jobs, shower sex.

WIP:

1] Sequel to Perfect Daughter; Betty comes home from a hard day at school. Mommy Hermione and Daddy Hiram help her relax. -schoolgirl uniform, threesome, mommy+daddy kink/roleplay, psudo incest.

2] Sequel to In His Service; Hiram continues to use Betty as his personal sex maid, But when she finds out he’s still doing shady business behind her back, she lashes out, forgetting her place. This forces Hiram to punish her by lending out her holes to his business associates. -threesome, dubcon, spitroasting, maid uniform, punishment.

3] Sequel to Betty and Sweets make a porno; (will most likely turn this into a series) Betty plays with herself as she recalls the last cam session she had with Sweets. Alternatively; they make another video in his trailer. - masturbation, clitoral stimulation, camming, orgasm denial, squirting

4] a sort of spin off to the Never Going Back series; Jughead, being a huge momma’s boy, is deeply upset when he is forced to go live with FP after Gladys has kicked him out. Things seem to go from bad to worse when he finds out FP is dating his old high school crush, Betty. But determined to make things work, (or alternatively, it’s Jug’s bday) FP offers up Betty, and Jughead quickly realizes he’s got a huge mommy kink. - lactation, mommy kink, milk kink, breast obsession, breast milk.

5] Also in my Never Going back series; FP takes Betty out shopping, they experience some rude customer service and FP gets his revenge by fucking Betty in the dressing room, while she wears their products. -public sex, lingerie, cum play, creampie. (note; at the time, a friend suggested to me FP take his revenge even further by urinating on the items at the very end, and while I was ok with that because I felt it fit with his plan to mess up the products/get his revenge as much as possible, I'm now unsure whether to keep or change it. Most likely I’ll change it if people aren’t up for it)

6] Betty/Charles; Charles is obsessed with getting closer to Betty. But it’s only logical she would be reluctant to accept a total stranger not only into her home, but as her older brother. But when Betty wakes up one day with marks on her body, the family asks him to catch the ‘suspect’ who broke in, unaware that it’s Charles who keeps sneaking in and is unable to keep his hand off his darling baby sister. -obsession, incest, noncon, drugged sex, dark themes

7] Betty/Jughead/Reggie; Betty becomes the center of attention from both the hottest AND smartest guy in her class, when she’s dancing at a local night club. She can’t decide who to take home and well, college is a time for some wild fun, right? So why not both? -threesome, DP, spitroasting, couch sex.

8] Betty/Veronica/Reggie; (this was a halloween inspired idea) Succubi Betty and Veronica struggle to find a young male who can produce enough potent cum to feed them both, and keep their powers strong, that is until they discover Riverdale High’s football captain, Reggie Mantle. -threesome, cum play, cum sluts, creampies, size kink, cum swallowing/swapping, cum marking.

There are other prompts/requests that I was given, but I’d rather try to work on something where I already know the direction I want it to go in, or something that is at least 20% written. But just in case I'll list what I remember off the top of my head;

Betty/Hal- adult breast feeding

Betty/Jug/Reggie-Jug catches Reggie fucking her, Betty and Reggie fuck after bughead break up, Betty and Reggie invite Jug to play.

Betty/Rddads; The dads use Betty during prom.

#betty-centric smut

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same anon but AAAAAAA i do read explicit content and i enjoy it too (except some pwp tho im just sort of ok w it im always into the plot PLZ) but fics that r just filled w fluff and humor and ANGST I LIVE FOR THOSE it just keeps me going ykno ;;; and like how u do it — ok they kissed passionately they slept tgt ok it’s morning HHHH it just hits more differently imo. but ok back to pussy blocked, as much as i looooove jeno i am rlly glad u went thru with that ending instead 🥺 im gon find that alternate ending (i cant use a laptop rn :( ) and just see but even though it made me so sad they didn’t end up tgt i’m happy jaemin’s feelings got acknowledged and reciprocated ykno jeno and yn may hv that chemistry too but so does her n jaem!! and hands down to jaem too because he just stepped aside before in respect for as you said the bro code :(((( AAAAA few days later i still lov them so much and i still think of them from time to time yes 3 of them :( i can talk about this fic for hours for days i’ll read it again and again and won’t probably stop crying abt it

asjkhflkjash uh fun fact, when i was like 15-16 and exploring the kpop writing world, i never encountered smut before in my other writing endeavors, so i didn’t know what pwp stood for. I thought it was some kind of emoji like owo cnjfjdjd there were no warnings or anything so i clicked on this fic and then exited it out so fast 💀💀 from that point on, i never touched anything smut, and i learned my lesson. but YES oh my gosh, especially angst - that’s my absolute favorite genre to read, specifically bittersweet angst :’) i’m happy to hear that you enjoyed how i laid out the storyline, lovebug! kissing, making out without mentioning tongue is the farthest i’m willing to go with writing, and even then, i’m not completely comfy with writing that, so i’ll only do it if i need it to move the plot along 😅 and me too, honey bee !!! 💕 i’m really happy that i went with the jaemin ending instead of the jeno one 💓 the alternate ending is linked in the subtitle for part xiv of the fic if that helps!! and yesss omg every time i think of the alternate ending, i’m like ... but.. but jaemin and his four years of liking yn ): jaemin liked her since freshman year and they were friends since then, so he’s liked her all this time, whereas jeno only had a crush on her in freshman year and then his feelings came back during senior year when they met up again. but yes, jaemin is a true friend and he cherishes his friendship with jeno most of all 🤧💗 ashfdlkjashfd i’m so honored and touched that you still think of my story and its characters tho??? oh my gosh, thank you so much, lovebug 😭😭💞 i honestly love hearing your thoughts about pussy blocked since it’s so nice to see the reader’s perspective on things, so if you ever want to discuss anything, i’m all ears, sweetpea! and thank you for reading it more than once omg 🥺 i know it’s a long fic, so it truly means so much to me that you would take the time to read it not only one time, but multiple times 💘💘 and i’m sorry for making you cry 😭 thank you again, sweetpea, for the loveliest asks!!! 🌸🌸 i hope you have a good day/night ✨

#asks #anonymous #flowers #fic: pussy blocked

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hotchxprentiss · 3 years

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Maybe Baby: Chapter Two

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Summary: Agent Emily Prentiss joins the BAU.

Word Count: 1.5k

Chapter Warnings: fluff, mild angst, mention of prostitutes getting killed (Sex, Birth, Death episode)

A/N: I have decided that I won’t get into too much detail when it comes to talking about cases. There will be exceptions, however, with cases that relate to the overall plot of the story. Proper warnings will be added to each chapter for anything that is mentioned.

2006

“Aaron, have you checked the file of the new agent? I want her to join you and the team today,” Strauss asked.

“Not yet, ma’am. The team got caught up in one of the cases and we’re about to debrief. Can you please send her to the conference room? Thank you.”

Strauss nodded and left his office. Aaron gathered up his files and made his way to the ledge at the top of the bullpen.

“BAU team, we have a case,” he told the agents.

Once everybody was gathered at the conference room, Strauss came in along with another woman. The rest of the agents looked towards her except Aaron.

“Everyone, this is Agent Emily Prentiss. She’ll be joining you on the case.”

Aaron looked up at the sound of the name that fell out of Strauss’ lips. God, is this real? Is it really her? He turned around and was met with gorgeous dark brown eyes and curled raven hair. I haven’t seen her in over ten years.

Emily introduced herself to Gideon, Morgan, Reid, JJ, and Garcia, leaving Aaron for last.

“Hi, I’m Emily Prentiss. And you are?”

Aaron gave her a confused look. Does she not remember me?

“I’m Aaron Hotchner. Welcome to the team.”

She smiled at his words and sat down at the roundtable with the rest of the agents. JJ went ahead and briefed the case that was located in the nation’s capital. Prostitutes were being wiped out from the streets and they needed to find the killer fast. The agents made their way to the SUV’s to head over to the police station, leaving Emily and Aaron behind.

“Emily, can I speak with you for a moment?”

She walked towards him and waited for his question.

“Uhh do you not remember me? I worked for your mother as one of her security agents before transferring to the FBI. You were still at Georgetown if I’m correct?”

“Oh yeah how could I forget! Mother always thought you were her best agent.”

Aaron waited for Emily to bring up their night of intimacy. Surely she couldn’t just forget that, right?

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I just need to ask. Do you remember the day you and your mother had to attend that meeting between France and Italy? You got bored and both of us left the hotel and had a day together. Then we went back to your house and well, we uh had sex,” he explained.

Emily scrunched her eyebrows and replied, “Hmmm I’m afraid I don’t remember any of that. Maybe you just had one of those crazy wet dreams huh?” she chuckled.

“Yeah, haha you’re probably right. Gosh I’m sorry for bringing that up. That was completely unprofessional.”

“It’s no problem, really. I’ve had more embarrassing moments. Listen I’m going to head down with the rest of them. I’ll meet you there, alright?”

He gave her a small nod and she left the room. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Emily completely forgot about their one night stand. This isn’t just something you ‘forget’. I mean she had sex with me, someone who worked for her mother. After a few minutes of thinking, a ringtone interrupted his thoughts.

“Hotch, are you coming with us?” Derek asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll be right down.”

Aaron had to stop himself from thinking about Emily and focus on the case. This is going to be a long day.

“Hey, Reid, are you okay?” asked a concerned Emily.

“Yeah, I uh just never thought I would relate to Nathan so much. And when I got that call I completely stopped functioning. I think I’m gonna ask Hotch for a few days off.”

Emily nodded as Spencer walked off to their unit chief. Penelope went up to her while Derek trailed behind.

“Emily, we were wondering if you wanted to join our team dinner? This case took a toll on all of us so a little bonding might be nice, right?”

The new agent thought about it for a while before replying, “I’m really sorry guys, but I have a few things to take care of at home. You know with the big move and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s right, Princess, we totally understand. Join us next time, alright?” Derek said.

“Definitely,” she responded, letting out a small laugh at his nickname for her.

Once the scene was cleared, Hotch let everyone go home and told them that their reports could be written up the next day.

Emily returned to her apartment and was greeted with a young, dark haired girl coloring on the kitchen table.

“Hey, sweetpea.”

“Mommy! I missed you!”

The young girl ran to her mother’s arms and Emily kneeled so she could properly hug her daughter.

“I missed you, too, Char. Did you have fun with Olivia?”

“Yes, I did. We watched two movies, went to the park, and Olivia made mac n’ cheese!”

Emily smiled at Char’s energetic self and kissed her forehead.

“Well, I’m glad you had a great time. Why don’t you go ahead and continue coloring while I go talk to Olivia?”

Char nodded and skipped over to the kitchen table.

“Olivia, thank you so much for taking care of her. Sorry the case took a while,” Emily said as she took out her wallet.

“It’s really no problem at all, Miss Prentiss. Char is a joy to hang out with.”

“That’s great to hear. Here’s your payment for tonight.”

“Wait, Miss Prentiss, this is way too much. I can’t accept this,” Olivia replied while attempting to give the money back to Emily.

“You deserve it after everything you’ve done for Olivia. Go ahead and hang out with your friends. I mean it is Friday night.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Prentiss. And I hope you and Char have a great night. Bye, Charlotte!”

“Bye, Olivia!” exclaimed Char.

Emily shut the door and made her way to her daughter.

“Hey, why don’t you go get cleaned up and dressed in your pajamas. We can watch another movie in my room.”

“Okay, Mommy. Can I wear those new pajamas that you got me?”

“Of course you can, sweet pea. I’ll just clean up down here and meet you in my room, okay?”

Char smiled and headed over to her room to get ready for the night.

As of that moment, Emily felt content. She had an amazing daughter, a great job, and a nice apartment for the both of them. But she couldn’t ignore that feeling in her stomach. She knew she had to tell him, but she didn’t know how. Aaron, turns out I never forgot about our one night stand and we have a daughter because of it. Surprise! Emily found it difficult to keep it a secret over the past decade, but now that her superior just happens to be her child’s father, well that’s another problem added to an even bigger one.

“Mommy, I’m in your room now! Can I pick a movie?”

“Go ahead, Char. Just give me a few more minutes.”

Emily didn’t realize the stray tear that escaped her eye until it dropped on Char’s drawing. It was a picture of the both of them together, holding hands and smiling. She couldn’t help but notice something missing. Her father. Char asked Emily why she didn’t have a dad a few years ago. She obviously couldn’t tell her daughter the truth, so she just told her that her dad was gone. Simple as that. Char seemed to accept her mother’s answer because she never asked again. Emily shook her head at the memory and continued to clean the rest of the table. She went over to her room to find Char laying on the bed, eyes glued to the TV. She then headed to the bathroom so she could get ready and join her daughter.

Once she was all dressed, Emily went under the covers and cuddled up with Char. The young girl immediately wrapped her arms around her mother and rested her head on her chest.

“I love you, Mommy,” Char yawned.

Emily kissed the top of her daughter’s head and stroked her cheek.

“I love you, too, sweet pea. I love you so much.”

Aaron entered his home and was greeted with silence. He walked upstairs to his son’s room to find him fast asleep with his dino night light plugged in. He smiled at the sight of Jack sleeping peacefully, a nice end to the long day he’s had.

“I love you, bud. Sweet dreams,” he whispered as he kissed his forehead.

He turned around and there stood his wife.

“Hey, welcome home,” she greeted with a kiss on his lips.

Aaron hugged his wife and led them both to their shared bedroom. He changed into a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats and joined his wife under the covers while turning off the lamp on their bedside table.

“Goodnight, Aaron. I love you.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I love you, too, Haley.”

#hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x prentiss #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction

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mamawolfblood · 4 years

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Though he didn't know it yet Chris Mclean was in for a shocking revelation. One of the campers is not exactly just some rando kid. This camper is his kid and she is out to expose it.

Name : Iris Escalona

Age 16

Eye color green

Caramel skin

Black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. A Cherokee rose on the left side of the hair tie.

Iris is 5ft 8",135lb

Out fit-White tanktop with the alchemists symbol blue acid washed jean shorts black converses

Iris has a dark sense of humor. She loves horror,pranks,is resourceful. Iris is not above smashing some skulls together. She is not quick to anger but Heather pushes a lot of her buttons.

All her life she just wanted Chris to know she was alive. Her mother never gave the reason why she left. She is the oldest of seven children.

________chapter 3_________

• Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, twenty-three campers arrived and learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks at the crusty old summer camp. The campers we're faced with their first challenge, jumping off a cliff into the shark-infested waters. While most campers took the plunge, a few were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers, Courtney has experience as a CIT in summer camp, but refused to jump, and Ezekiel managed to tick off every female at the camp with his sexist comments about women, in the end, the first camper voted off Total Drama Island was Ezekiel, proving that homeschooling and reality TV don't mix, who will be voted off this week in this dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total... Drama...Island.

Iris woke up early and snuck into the kitchen.

It looked a mess it was four in the morning so she needed something to do.

(Confessionals)

Iris looked into the camra

"Ok so ever since I was ten I wake up at four in the morning. Some nights I don't even sleep. Doctors can't figure out why but hey at least I can do something before the challenge starts."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

Iris was almost done cleaning when Chef walked in. "And what are you doing up?" Chef said crossing his arms. "Sorry Chef woke up at four and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to clean the kitchen to help you out. If you need help cooking I can do that too." She said still scrubbing. "Awe thats real nice of you sweetpea. But I can take it from here go get washed up. The mess hall looks great. " Iris stood up saluting him. He did the same to her and she went to the showers.

(Confessionals)

Chef

That girl is a sweetheart. I haven't met a kid who would just clean without being asked. Her parents raised her right she will make a man happy one day.

*static *

(End of Confessionals)

Iris walked into the mess hall. Chef had a cup of coffe ready for her. "Here you go sweetie thanks again for cleaning the place up." He said making her bluch. "No problem if you need any help you can always ask." She said sitting down. "Why did you clean this dump?! You never do anything nice." Courtney came over before Iris could take on sip of her ainti murder juice. Holding up one finger Iris took a drink. "Ok child now that I had a caffeine shot I can speak. I wake up a four am every day. Why I do not know I just do. Some nights I don't even sleep. As for doing something nice goes. Unlike you I was raised to help someone when I physically can. You were shelter from the world thats why your a spoild brat. Do you want me to spill what it was you did to my brother, or are you going to sit back down like a good girl?" Iris was now glaring at the pampered princess. Courtney like any other teenage girl that doesn't get her way, stomped away with a "Ahh!" I waved her finger at the child.

Chris walked in "alright campers time for your challenge. Both teams will complete one lap around the Island. The team that completes the race first wins. " Trent asked about breakfast. "Oh you will eat after the race. Ready set go!" He laughed as everyone ran.

Iris pov

It was a nice warm up but ,I doubt that this is the actual challenge. When we made it back to the mess hall a buffet was waiting for us. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Though something sinister is happening here. This is a set up so I'm not going to eat to much. I saw cranberries the kind you get on Thanksgiving and chowd down. It was refreshing everyone else asked why I wasn't eating anything but Cranberries. "Think about it why would they give us this food. It's a plot for the challenge. Trust me I want to chow down with all of you." I said making them shrug and go back to eating. Courtney was glaring at me. I think about it the guy that asked me the question was Duncan.

(Confessionals)

Iris started laughing.

"Oh she is a treat I will thoroughly enjoy this."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

"Hey Duncan can you step outside with me? This won't take long." I said standing up. He shrugged and followed me outside. Once we were out of ear shot I turned to him.

Meanwhile in the mess hall.

Courtney pov

"They have been gone for awhile. I'll go check on them." I said having campers telimg me to leave them be. Iris is a conveying snake you can't ever trust her.

"Hey guys what are yo-Ah!" I walked out to find them making out. I march up to them and pull him away getting in her face. She smirks at me. "Hello Courtney how can I help you?" She chuckles "You can help me by not macking on my teammate you snake." I growled

(Confessionals Duncan, Iris)

Duncan

"If she is a snake and thats her bite. Please bite me some more."

*static*

Iris

"*laughs* oh wow I was right she likes him. This is going to be a fun day for Duncan and me. He is on board with the plan. Obviously he is enjoying this too. *smirks* bey bey second place Courtney"

*Static*

Iris pov

Duncan stood between myself and Courtney crossing his arms. "I think you should run inside. You don't own me there four have no say in my actions." He said wrapping one arm around me. I place my hand on his chest the top of my head under his chin. I was side glancing at her. She growled stomping away. Once she was gone we bust out laughing. He picked me up bridal style carrying me inside. "This is mine no one else can have her." He said sitting me down at my seat we started to feed each other. "Can you two get a room?" Heather complained. "Can you get a new attitude." I said making her gasp.

Once the buffet was cleared Chris came back in. "Everyone ready for the awake athon!" I knew it and they say I'm a snake. "Wait so you had us eat all this food so you can see who will fall asleep first?" Gwen asked "Yes Gwen Yes I did" I laughed "oh that so evil its good." I said "Glad your finding this amusing lose lips" Courtney said "Hey they are open for you too." I wink at her. "Your disgusting " she said following Chris to the pit fire. I sat in Duncan's lap during the challenge to get on princess sunshine's nerves. Its almost night fall I'm about to fall asleep. Duncan puts his hand on my cheek "got to stay awake gorgeous. How can I look into those beautiful eyes if they are closed?" I giggle at the sickeningly sweetness. "Let her fall asleep at least I won't be second place. " Courtney said laughing "oh your second place in everything so shut up. " I said before glares at her.

Its now been twent-four hour mark. Come on stupid bass fall asleep. I thought to myself. It was now Myself, Trent,and Gwen for the Gophers and the Bass only had Courtney and Duncan. Once Chris started to read the history of Canada Courtney, and Trent fell asleep. Leaving Gwen, Duncan and me. "I have to hit the can" Duncan said as the camra crew followed him. Gwen fell asleep I was about to when Chris announced that the Gophers won. I smile before falling flat on my face.

• [The Killer Bass are standing outside of the cabins, stuff are outside due to Eva throwing them because she can't find her MP3 because Heather stole it.]

•

• Eva: [screaming angrily] Where is my MP3 player?! One of you must stolen it, I need my music! No one is going anywhere until I get my MP3 player back! [She angrily throws a book, which almost hits Harold]

•

• Courtney: Okay, whoever took it better give it up now before she destroys the whole camp.

•

• Heather: Hey, guys, wow, this place is a real mess.

•

• Courtney: Someone stole Eva's MP3 player.

•

• Heather: [holds Eva's MP3 player] Who don't mean this to you? [Eva is surprised that Heather found her MP3 player, which Heather actually stole it] I was wondering who it belonged to, I found it by the campfire pit. You must have dropped it.

•

• Eva: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

• Heather: Sure thing. [Leaves. Static buzzing, in the confessional] Turn a team against their own members, easiest trick in the book. (Static buzzing)

• Eva: [smiles sheepishly] So, sorry about the that little misunderstanding. [The Killer Bass glare at Eva] Guess no one stole it after all. Okay, maybe I overreacted a little. [Laughs sheepishly]

Iris and the Gophers watch the marshmallow ceremony of the Killer Bass. It was down to Alpha geek Harold and wack Job Eva. Both looked nervous until Chris gave it to Harold. Wow did not see that one coming. They threw away their strongest team mate. Welp looks like the Gophers have it even easier now.

Chris "you All can get some sleep tonight you all are safe for now. Find out what happens next time on Total Drama Island."

(Have I mention how much I don't like Courtney yet. Well I don't have a great day/evening)

#total drama leshawna #total drama island #romance #duncan #td courtney #oc #chris mclean #total drama #pain

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kariachi · 4 years

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Thoughts on all the characters done wrong by OS/UAF/OM (Ben 10) and how they would or how you'd like to see them in the reboot

Nix, nix I could be here the rest of the year. Like, where the fuck does a bitch start there?

With Alan, who could’ve been a great addition to the main cast but nope, can’t be having that, can’t even have him show up regularly?

With Manny, who got even less time and attention than Alan and went from disabled rep to whatever the fuck people were thinking when they made the Rooters arc?

Helen, who got pretty much nothing, period?

Any girl who had any sort’ve romantic plot with Ben, especially Ester? Poor fucking Ester, who didn’t even get to have a reaction to Ben ghosting her, just a ‘yeah I’ve been trying to tell you I’m leaving you for another man’ and she’s off after one of the worst episodes-

Pierce, our dear, ‘if you’re gonna kill him at least let it have some fucking impact in the goddamn show’ boy Pierce Wheels?

The Validus family? Just in general? I mean good fuck? Elena, sweetpea, what the flying hell did they do to you?!

Charmcaster, whose autonomy was just yanked out of her for the sake of letting her be a villain without actually being a villain?

Mike, who could’ve been a source of some great worldbuilding or at least character work?

Argit, whose behavior got progressively less evil until after the arc where he’s at his best, at which point they just decide to reverse all that progress and make him worse than he started for no apparent reason?

With Cooper, maybe, who was a cunning little thing in his premiere but suddenly had all his character dropped in favor of being a ‘fat nerd likes girl who doesn’t like him’ joke?

And that’s just off the top of my head, and excluding main characters! This show was an absolute mess. I love it, but it was a mess.

As for getting them in the reboot... fuck. Honestly with a lot of them I’d be fine just getting cameos. After the Rooters’ arc shitshow I’d would be perfectly cool getting the Amalgams as a cameo in a few episodes, where they’re hanging out at some monument or park or something just, watching the chaos and being grateful they aren’t involved. With Pierce especially I just, we got burned so bad before I’m not sure I’d trust them if they put him in in a major way. At most, give me an episode where its the Amalgams vs Kevin, Ben, and Gwen at something. Bonus points if the Amalgams win. By a landslide. Give them this.

Bonus bonus points if they give Manny back his fucking prosthetic because yes I am sour about that.

Julie they can bring back if she ends up Gwen’s rival in her athletic stuff. Ben can even have a crush on her, I don’t care (maybe balance out Kevin’s stuff a bit), just, give her and Gwen a rivalry so her shit is never overshadowed by Ben and we don’t have to worry about her.

Ester, don’t even, leave the poor girl alone.

Attea, don’t. If I see anybody anywhere near Attea after OV I’m going to pitch the unholiest of fits I swear to fuck.

Looma can come back if, and only if, it’s because Kwarrel is a thing, and Kevin’s dad, and he’s dating Gar now. Otherwise, leave her the fuck be, she’s been through enough.

The Validuses can happen, as long as they’re Alien Swarm Validuses and not whatever bullshit everything else was pulling because I do not have the patience for that shit.

Cooper, make him a one episode wonder. This unassuming kid who manages to play the Tennysons and Kev and Argit off each other to his own benefit to absolute perfection. The Tennysons are in shock at the end, Kevin is pissed, and Argit can only give respect to the kid’s hustle.

Which gets us to Argit and, y’all all know the various ways I’d do Argit already. A boy and his rat, somehow both each other’s morality pets and sources of basic fucking sense. Give me some of the loyalty and bravery and goodness we see in the Rooters Arc, and that they just, brushed under the rug immediately because apparently they’ve got no sense of character progression.

And then Kai who. I honestly do want to see interaction with reboot!Kev and a Kai. I really think that could be a whole different angle on the stuff she did with Benwolf, with plenty of space for her character to grow and then for her to drag Kevin into growth. I’ve said it before, I need a Kai who ends up a reverse Indiana Jones and gets Kevin to help her on her jobs. She knows her history and is going to make damn sure that people get their stolen property back so help her. Don’t even- Make her exclusive to Kevin things. Don’t even have Tennysons in the same episode as her until either the reboot version of OV or a flashforward. Seriously, give the kids a Kai that doesn’t know a Tennyson from a nightstand, friends with Kevin, then a flashforward and she’s married to Ben? Drive them wild, right up the fucking wall.

I doubt any of this would happen, I don’t have that kind of luck, but damnit a bitch can dream...

#achi birth 2020

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kindness-ricochets · 4 years

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Prompt: “I never say no to a picnic.”

Day 4 of Fic-a-day February! Unpolished & unedited & fluff!

Officially part of my ‘House of Van Eck’ series but... it’s a picnic. Not too plot-sensitive ;)

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Wylan Van Eck tilted his head back and let the sun warm his face. Officially, it was early summer, but Wylan judged the seasons in his own way. By one measure, it was the first Thursday in July. By his measure, it was well into freckle season. His face and shoulders looked like someone had spilled about half a pound of cinnamon on them. Wylan used to be indifferent to freckle season. He thought he looked fine with his freckles. Not much better or worse than without them. That was before Jesper, who may and may not have suggested this picnic to encourage more freckles. The sun-toasty warmth on his face had banished other sensations for a few moments. They dripped back into his awareness: the smell of the grass and hush of a weak breeze through the leaves overhead, his weight on his hands, the scent of sea and smoke on the air if he strained but he chose not to. The moment was too perfect for larger concerns.

There was business, of course. Oh, there was always business in Ketterdam, always deals to make and trades to win. But they could wait another hour or two. They could wait until tomorrow. Wylan turned away from the sun and opened his eyes. For a moment all he saw, all he wanted to see, was Jesper. Jesper grinned as he took a sharp turn, his untucked shirt a billowing tail behind him. Officially they were here for a picnic, but with a toddler involved, “officially” was little more than a gentle suggestion. Jesper was currently engaged in an apparently delightful game of tag with their little sister, giving Wylan an ironic moment of gratitude toward his flighty stepmother. If she had been a mature, responsible sort of woman, they wouldn’t have Neely. She was a little more than three years old now and absolutely adored Jesper. (Well, thought Wylan, who wouldn’t?) Wylan wasn’t sure how tag worked with only two people. Jesper had explained the mechanics of the game once. It was before he knew who Wylan really was, when they had seen a group of children in the Barrel racing around the streets. He had to look past their filth to appreciate that they looked… happy. Merchant children never looked that happy. “Haven’t you ever seen a game of tag before?” Jesper had asked. Wylan had not. Defensive, he had said, “Of course I have!” With a long-suffering sigh, Jesper had explained the basic rules. He and Neely were not playing by the rules now. They were playing by the rules of “run away from each other and laugh a lot”. Jesper maintained the game, of course. He went slow enough to allow Neely to almost catch him, then to actually catch him; he let her stay ahead of him for a little while. Wylan knew he could have joined in. Jesper would have let him play, too. For now, he was happy to sit on the blanket and watch. Just when Wylan was beginning to wonder if they had forgotten about the picnic—and if so, if that meant the gevulde koeken were all his—Jesper arrived with a controlled crash-landing. Neely, giggling, slipped from his shoulders. “You missed an excellent game,” Jesper said, “a narrow win in the fourth quarter, a true come-from-behind victory! The crowds went wild—didn’t they, kit?” Neely looked up briefly. She had been searching through the picnic basket. After a moment, she returned to her search, emerged with a ham roll, and went to sit quietly and gnaw at her lunch. “I’m sure your victory was spectacular,” Wylan assured Jesper, with a kiss like a promise. “Everything about you is.” “Like my boyfriend?” “Very like,” Wylan replied, blushing. Jesper grinned, hooked an arm around Wylan’s waist and pulled him the last few centimeters closer. The picnic was everything it should have been. They had good food to eat and good company to savor. The day was beautiful, sunny with just a few clouds to mark the easy speed of the wind. In some ways, too, it was tragic, Wylan knew that. Somehow he knew that this was not how a family was supposed to be. His father had been in his early thirties when Wylan was born, his mother in her mid-twenties. Wylan wasn’t twenty yet. Jesper was, last month. Sometimes, he still felt very young, he felt like they were both too young for all of it. Just like they had been on Black Veil. In Fjerda. Just like all the kids scrabbling to wring some semblance of a life in the Barrel— “Stop it,” Jesper said. He kissed Wylan’s cheek. “I know that look. Stop worrying.” “But—” The pads of Jesper’s fingertips rested gently on Wylan’s mouth. “Stop,” he murmured. “Be with us now, Wy. You can save the world tomorrow.” Wylan took Jesper’s hand. He curled Jesper’s fingers around his and brought them to his mouth for one more kiss. “You’re right,” he said. Then, to his sister, “And you need to eat something besides bread. Come on, have an apple.” He set a wax paper packet next to her. Apple slices shouldn’t have been such an argument, but… well. It was Wylan’s admittedly limited experience that toddlers were picky little creatures. She regarded the apple slices, then wrinkled her nose and became very interested in the blanket. “They’re really good, Neely.” She shook her head. “Look, I’ll prove it.” Wylan took an apple slice and popped it into his mouth. It really was good, juicy and sweet and just right for a summer afternoon. “It’s good,” he confirmed. “Almost like candy.” Jesper snorted, and Wylan poked him in the side. He didn’t necessarily expect an ally, but at least a neutral party! Jesper took an apple slice, too. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s some good apple.” Neely gave him a suspicious look. “It is. I promise, I really like it.” With a look of pure concentration, she scooped her chubby hands under the packet, almost but not quite dropping the fruit as she offered packet to Jesper. Utterly serious, she asked, “Gift?” Her voice was high and uncertain, too little used. Wylan was prepared to say that, no, this was a gift for her—if that would make her eat the fruit—but Jesper burst out laughing and there was no recovering from that. “Why thank you, sweetpea,” he said, accepting the apple from Neely. Wylan just shook his head. “What kind of example are you setting?” he asked. “I think the example of graciously accepting a present. Come on, aren’t you going to share my gift?” Jesper took another slice of apple, then offered the remaining slices around. It wasn’t quite the outcome Wylan had hoped for, but even he would admit that Jesper’s approach got an apple slice into their sister without too much fuss. “I’m brilliant, aren’t I, sunshine?” Jesper murmured, leaning close to kiss Wylan’s cheek. “Who would ever claim otherwise.” After lunch, Neely insisted she didn’t need a nap, but agreed to try anyway and in minutes she was wrapped up in a blanket and sound asleep on her brother’s lap. Wylan leaned against a tree trunk, aware he wasn’t going anywhere for a while. Twenty minutes or so and she would sleep through the earth splitting, but for now he would keep her calm and safe. “We have a beautiful family,” Wylan murmured as Jesper settled beside him. “We’re lucky. I’m lucky.” “You,” Jesper replied, “have a wonderful sister, a wonderful boyfriend, and wonderful freckles.” Wylan laughed softly and snuggled against Jesper. A soft breath of wind ghosted over his curls. “I do,” Wylan agreed. “Especially that boyfriend you mentioned. He’s the best.” “Second best.” Now that was just absurd. Wylan understood it was a compliment, but he still wouldn’t have anyone suggesting Jesper was not the best boyfriend. “Co-best?” he suggested. Jesper thought for a moment. “Co-best,” he agreed.

#six of crows #soc fanfic #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #my writing

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chicago’s very own dominic johnson has been spotted on madison avenue driving a lexus rx 350, welcome ! your resemblance to dylan o'brien is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-fifth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’restubborn, but being spontaneous might help you . i think being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be three am pizza slices, stacks of unread books, and worn out baseball caps .

hello sweetpeas (omg originally i wrote sweatpeas and honestly i should have kept it as that) my name is jess and i’m here to introduce you to DOMINIC JOHNSON!!!!! i would love to have the mental capacity to type out this long, beautiful, delicious bio, but........ i do not so instead you will be getting a bullet-point presentation about this lil fucker.

we’ll start with his secret because why not expose hIM RIGHT OFF THE BAT?????? dominic has a little sister named penelope whom he absolutely adores, only she’s not his little sister. she’s his daughter!!!! he accidentally got someone pregnant when he was twenty and his mother thought it would be best to pass her off as her own as opposed to dealing with the storm that could come with the boy getting someone pregnant at such a young age.

his mother ( eleanor ) is a famous celebrity photographer and his father ( henry ) is a film director. dominic has dreams of acting, though he doesn’t want to be getting roles solely because of who his parents are and because of his social following. he’s been in a few indie films and a few magazine spreads ( that his mother forced him into ), but nothing groundbreaking.

dominic could give two shits about the war brewing between chicago natives and nyc natives. he tries his best to stay out of the meaningless drama, though avoiding it entirely isn’t always easy.

because of penelope, he finds it rather difficult to let his heart fully open to others. he fears for what it would do to the young girl and it’s a secret he wouldn’t want to keep from someone he was in love with. that being said, he’s not sure he’s every really been in love.

dominic, however, falls in lust nearly every night. that could be with a random girl at the club or the three am pizza he stopped to get on the walk home. ya never know with him. either or he’s gonna wanna take you home. he’s a fuckboy who is 100% convinced he’s not a fuckboy, but tbh he is SO AFRAID OF COMMITMENT !!!!!

when he is super into someone, he can get sappy and romantic and will do things like bring you flowers and then be like idk if u want these u can throw them out or give them 2 ur mom or something idk !!!!!!!!!!

he’s grown quite a large social following due to the circle his parents are in and just the lavish lifestyle he grew up having, though he doesn’t care for the fame and glitz and glamour and wealth. he’d give it up in a heartbeat, so long as he still had his family and his passions.

he can be a sarcastic piece of shit ( and most likely will be a sarcastic piece of shit ), but it’s mostly all out of love. if he doesn’t care for you, he won’t even bother trying. he hates the fake nature that surrounds most people in this world.

he would quite literally kill for the people he loves ( his parents, his daughter, his best friends ) and has gotten into his fair share of bar fights due to people just saying stupid shit to his friends or even just looking at a girl the wrong way. he’s hella protective.

his go-to drink is a guinness and he’s always got a joint on him. he loves to ~party~ but prefers going to quiet little pub where all the bartenders know who he is not because of who he is, but because they can’t get him to leave.

he’d rather walk everywhere or take the subway than drive around nyc in his car. he actually finds it liberating that his feet can get him anywhere he needs to be in the city.

OKAY IF YOU READ THAT FAR, you get a golden star. that’s all i got for you right now, buTttTtTTt hit me up if you wanna plot with this boy. xoxo, ilysm already.

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09 | gangsta; sweetpea

Notes:

SO.. I uhh... Got super into writing this recently. I just really liked where it was heading after part 7. Yes. Yes, I realize that literally no one asked for more of this but.. I wrote it. Might as well share it.

I warn in advance. There as a graphic and detailed fight in this chapter. Also. There is a LOT going on in this chapter. A LOT.

This is the second of four parts I have already written and waiting to go. I know, I know.. Literally no one asked for this. But you’re getting it anyway.

Warnings:

loosely canon compliant - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. angst & slow burn, heavy sexual tensionstarting now, actually - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. violence / swearing & fighting, possible underage drinking and other shenanigans- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…eventual sexual content / a virgin original character- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there.

Pairing:

Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa x Sweet Pea

Other Parts:

[ one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - soundtrack ]

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc ]

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn is the only person on my Riverdale tag list. If you’d like to be tagged for this story by all means.. Please let me know. Please, I beg. It’d make me super duper happy!!!

NINE.

“What do you mean Hiram asked you to go cut their chains? Archie, this is not your place. They’re trying to fight back against this bullshit. Because that’s what this is, in case you’re wondering.”

“You need to make other friends. Literally anyone but them, Al.” Archie answered calmly. I glared at my brother from across the dining table. My father surprised me when he spoke up.

“You’re still friends with Jughead, right? How is that any different than your sister, being friends with Toni? Or that Fogarty kid? Or the other one, the moody one.. What’s his name?” my dad asked.

“Sweet Pea?” I questioned, taking a few more bites of my cereal. Grumbling about Hiram Lodge as I did so.

“He’s trying to help this town.” Archie muttered.

“What he’s doing is making people homeless. I bet you wouldn’t say that crap if he were trying to run anybody on this side of town out, Archie.” I snapped, pushing my chair away from the table, standing abruptly.

“Okay you two.” my father warned, glancing from me to my brother. Adding quietly, “Your sister has a point. That’s exactly why I’m going to talk to Hermione today about terminating the contract to build the housing.”

“Dad, you needed that contract.” I protested. Going quiet.

“I don’t need it bad enough to watch people gettin run out of their homes, tiny. I can find other jobs.”

“Dad..” I started, but he shook his head. Judging by the way his jaw was set, he’d made his mind up on this. I sighed, going quiet. Assuming that it was probably my fault he even made the decision that might just cost him the construction company in the first place. I think he could tell I was worried, because he caught me on my way out the door for school after Archie had stormed out, bolt cutters in hand to go and do Hiram’s bidding.

“I chose to do this on my own, okay? I just want to make sure you know that, Al.” my dad searched my face, waiting on me to give confirmation that I understood. I wasn’t entirely sure it was true, because for the past twelve hours, the fight had been ongoing between my brother and I.

“Actually, it was your mom who kind of reminded me what getting mixed up with the Lodges might bring on me. Has nothing to do with you and your brother fighting. But I wish you two would sit down and talk.”

I nodded, sighing. “I wish I knew he’d listen. But he’s changed so much since he started taking up with Hiram…” I shook my head. For the first time ever, I was actually kind of disappointed with my big brother.

If he weren’t under Hiram’s thumb right now, I have no doubt in my mind he’d either be helping Jughead with their protest, or he’d be doing everything he could to call attention to the issue.

“I know. Happens sometimes, tiny. All we can do is hope this whole thing is a phase and it doesn’t backfire on him. Be there for him when it does backfire.” my dad advised, pulling me into a hug.

As I went to step out, my dad tossed a brown bag towards me and I caught it. He smiled and shrugged. “Pretty sure when your friends get to school today, they’re gonna be starving. FP said they hadn’t eaten since 8 last night. This was some kinda hunger strike. Tell Fangs to share the bacon. I know he’s a growing guy, but shit.”

I laughed and smiled, doubling back to hug my dad. Really giving him a good squeeze.

“I love you too, kid. Now you need to get going.” my dad laughed when the hug broke, walking to the door and leaning in it, watching me til I got to the end of the street.

I spotted Cheryl waiting at our usual spot as of late and I made my way over. Opening the bag and letting her take out a biscuit. “Dad sent food for the others. That is, if Hiram doesn’t insist that my brother, idiot he is, escort them all straight to the police station.”

“Has your mother gotten back to you at all on the legality of what Ms.McCoy did before she stepped down as mayor?” Cheryl asked. I shook my head. Watching the sidewalk from the direction that Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea normally came from intently.

“Where are they?”

“Toni texted me a few minutes ago. They’ll be here.”

“So Hiram didn’t make my brother and the other guys on the wrestling team take them to the station? Because if he thinks for a second I won’t dig into my college fund to post bail, my brother’s a bigger idiot than I ever imagined. Because I will.”

Cheryl was smiling at me. Giving a soft laugh as she bit into the biscuit she’d taken from the bag in my hands. “ Take deep breaths, lioness.”

I took a deep breath, deadpanning at Cheryl, “Happy?”

“It will suffice.” Cheryl’s grin broadened when she caught sight of Toni.

I let out a ragged breath when I saw our friends heading our way, fuming in anger. Sweet Pea seemed to be the angriest, arguing loudly with Jughead and Fangs about how they should’ve just let him go and not held him back or tried to stop some fight.

Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea came to a stop in front of Cheryl and I. I held out the bag to Toni and she grabbed it, not wasting a single second. Grabbing a biscuit and groaning as she practically inhaled it. Then grabbing a few strips of bacon. “Oh my god, I love your dad too.”

“There’s enough in there for everyone. Fangs, he said you had to share the bacon, man.” I laughed at the way this made Fangs pout a little.

I stopped in front of Sweet Pea who was still angry, almost shaking at this point. I grimaced at the bruise forming on his jaw. Stepping a little closer. “Are you going to eat, Hulk, or nah?” I teased, shaking the bag at him.

“I’m too fuckin pissed right now, Cherry.” Sweet Pea answered, a harsh tone. His jaw setting.

“Oh.” I muttered. I realized just how close I was standing to Sweet Pea and suddenly aware of that, I stepped away a little and let Fangs take the bag because I was tired of holding it. As we started to walk to school, I found myself walking right next to Sweet Pea all over again when Kevin Keller caught up to us and chose to walk next to Fangs, putting me in between Sweet Pea and Fangs by the time we’d all sort of formed a line.

“Kevin, don’t you own a car?” I teased gently, giving him a knowing smirk. I’d kind of picked up on the fact that he might or might not have himself a little crush on Fangs.

“It’s broken right now.” Kevin answered my question, nodding towards Sweet Pea covertly as he smirked at me. I bit my lip, glancing over at Sweet Pea as I shook my head. Because I knew what Kevin was about to assume and I knew that at best, Sweet Pea only tolerates me because of Fangs and Toni.

“Dad’s supposed to take me out to let me try getting used to driving his truck this weekend.”

“I’ll be sure to let my dad know so he’s on standby.” Kevin taunted, making me stick out my tongue at him. “I’m not that bad.”

“I’d like to agree, but I have Snapchat, so I know about your driving. I saw the go-kart thing. I had no idea you could make a go kart drift, if we’re being honest. You drive like a lunatic, woman.” Kevin taunted. I pouted at him, folding my arms. “I do not! I just wanted to win.” I pretended to be annoyed, holding my hand up at him.

Sweet Pea’s hand brushed against my other hand and I glanced down. Curling my pinkie around his. Giving it a squeeze. I didn’t dare to look up at him as I did this, of course. When he didn’t pull away, I didn’t either.

He was upset. I considered him a friend. I tried to tell myself that my hopes in doing what I was doing were to calm him down. Nothing more.

But deep down, I was starting to realize that this might not exactly be the case. That maybe I felt things…

Things I knew he’d never feel in return.

Things I knew I needed to get over.

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He bit his lip when he felt her finger curl around his. A glance over at her revealed that she wasn’t even looking at him, instead, she was buried in something Kevin was showing her on his phone. He’d almost swear that she didn’t even realize she’d grabbed hold of his finger again, but then, she gave it a little squeeze a few seconds after she glanced up from Kevin’s phone.

She still hadn’t looked at him. Or let go of his finger.

Every part of him knew he should let go but he didn’t want to. And he kept telling himself that more than likely, it wasn’t anything more than just her, trying to be a friend because he was madder than hell and it was obvious.

Oh but he wanted it to be so much more than that.

Their sides brushed again and his breath caught in his throat a little.

Fangs had a good point the night before when they’d been talking. It was getting harder and harder to hide the way he felt.

The fight he’d gotten into with Alyssa’s brother came back to him and he used Archie’s words as a reminder as to why he needed to forget the way he felt.

Because Archie did have a fair point when he pointed out that Sweet Pea wasn’t good enough for her and sooner or later, Alyssa spending so much time around them was going to get her in serious trouble or worse yet, hurt somehow.

But then what Fangs and Jughead both insisted the night before came back to him too and their advice made him want to fight. To act on the way he felt. To prove her brother wrong. To be with her. Be the guy who made her laugh. The guy she cuddled up with on a rainy Saturday to watch her horror movies. The one she came to when she was hurt or scared or just needed him.

They were making their way across the parking lot and she still hadn’t let go of his finger. To be fair, he hadn’t let go of hers yet, either. The connection was keeping him calm. Giving him other things to think about beyond the way he wanted to lose his entire mind over the fact that he was losing everything and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He felt powerless. He hated the feeling.

But the way she linked her finger through his and left it there gave him something else to focus on for a change.

And now, thanks to it, all he could think about was just how hard it was getting to keep his feelings himself.

“Alyssa?”

“Yeah, Kev?”

“Are you going out for the play? Come on, you have to.” Kevin pleaded.

Alyssa mulled it over, shrugging. About to shake her head before Kevin frowned. “You have to.”

“I’m not good at the whole getting up in front of people crap. We’re lucky I can manage cheering at the games without freaking out, Kev. Or have you forgotten the fairy debacle from Kindergarten?”

“It wasn’t that bad!” Kevin was giving her the pleading face.

“Kevin. I left the stage and ran to my dad. In front of the entire school.” she shook her head, laughing. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Besides, me singing? The sound of cats dying. I am not going to put people through that.”

“Oh come on.”

“Nope. Not happening, man.” she shook her head, smiling.

“Toni and I are thinking about it.” Cheryl spoke up.

Toni raised a brow, laughing as she nodded. “Thinking is the key word here, babe.”

Sweet Pea took a deep breath. Willing himself to either let go of her finger first or push things a little further. Maybe grab hold of her hand. Or brush his hand against her hand. He grumbled in frustration when he couldn’t make himself do either thing.

After a second or two, he managed to find a way to graze his hand against her hand and make it seem as if it were an accident. To his surprise, before he could pull his hand away, she’d linked her fingers between his.

She glanced up at him for a second or two, licking her lips. Giving his hand a little squeeze. They were almost to the doors of Riverdale High by this point. He figured she’d let go of his hand, but she hadn’t yet.

Everyone else split off, going to their own classrooms. He let go of her hand to push open the door, letting her step into the room as he held it open, letting it close behind him. As they took their assigned seats, she sank down in her chair, digging around in the pocket of her jeans.

Holding out a pack of chewing gum to him. Sweet Pea took a stick of the gum, unwrapping it. Popping it into his mouth.

After opening the text books, their teacher spoke up, addressing the class.

“We’ll be doing a bit of a different assignment. We’ve been studying genetics and I feel that it would be interesting to give this a try. You’ll be given dice.”

Sweet Pea chuckled when one of the other Serpents in class with them muttered an audible, “Finally, somethin I fuckin know about.”

Mr. Keaton glared at the other Serpent, silencing him. And then Mr. Keaton continued. “You will then roll these dice to determine what physical traits that offspring between yourself and your lab partner would inherit. You will chart the results and write a detailed summary. If you choose, for extra credit, you may draw this offspring.”

Sweet Pea coughed, shifting around in his seat awkwardly. Because all this entire project brought to mind for him was a mental replay of a particularly dirty dream he’d had about Alyssa not too long ago. The silent acknowledgement that he felt this magnetic pull to her and the harder he fought it lately, the more it refused to stay buried. The way it felt when her finger curled around his or the way it felt when he’d taken hold of her hand on their walk to school.

Every single touch, accidental or otherwise as of late.

Alyssa fidgeted a little herself, he noticed. He found himself wondering if she was fidgeting because she was suddenly regretting being paired with him for the term, or if she was fidgeting for the same reason he’d been fidgeting.

,, There’s absolutely no way she’s into me.” his mind taunted.

Mr. Keaton passed out dice and once they’d gotten their dice and the list of physical traits that Mr. Keaton compiled they’d be rolling for, Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“Wishing you’d made a fuss about now, hm? Gotten switched to work with no brains over there?” he said it only half jokingly.

“Why? Are you?” Alyssa asked, gazing over at him, a brow raised. Laughing softly. “It’s just an assignment, Sweet Pea. And you’re not like.. You’re not a leper or something. I mean, I could do a lot worse.”

“If you’re fine with it, what the hell.” Sweet Pea shrugged, chuckling to himself quietly. Trying to fight back the sliver of hope that chose that exact moment to rise to the surface. The fact that she wasn’t switching, while surprising, didn’t necessarily mean anything. He had to keep reminding himself of that.

From the back of the classroom, Reggie spoke up. “Mr. Keaton, I’ve been thinkin… Maybe I should switch partners with Sweet Pea.”

Sweet Pea tensed.

When he knew Alyssa wasn’t looking, he shot Reggie an angry glare.

Reggie smirked at him, daring him to say something.

Mr. Keaton looked from pair to pair, rubbing his chin. “Amanda? Alyssa? Would either of you want to switch?”

Mandy was just about to speak up. He felt Alyssa tense up beside him and heard her mumble to herself, “Not today, Satan..” as she turned in her seat, giving Mandy an angry glare.

Mandy glared right back at Alyssa before giving their teacher the sweetest smile she could muster. “I’d love that, Mr. Keaton. Reggie’s an idiot. I’m sure even that Serpent is so much smarter.”

“The Serpent has a name, bimbo. You wouldn’t like it if I only called you bimbo, right?” Alyssa whirled around in her seat to snap at Mandy before she could stop herself. “Anyway, Reggie’s no stupider than you. Kind of a perfect fit if I do say so myself.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at Mandy, but he cleared his throat, tapping Alyssa’s shoulder so she’d turn around before she got into trouble. He found himself super focused on the way she got heated just now because Mandy hadn’t bothered saying his name.

“If he makes me switch, I swear to god, I’m unleashing my wrath.” Alyssa grumbled to herself. Making Sweet Pea take a shaky breath or two.

Why did this matter so much?

Sweet Pea found himself a little surprised. He honestly thought she’d be jumping at the chance. He assumed she’d be happy to get away from him.

“Alyssa? Your thoughts on the matter?” Mr. Keaton questioned.

“ Nope. I refuse to have that absolute pig be the father of my non-existent children, sir. I’m fine where I am.” Alyssa answered, turning to shrug at Reggie as she said it.

Reggie pouted a little.

Sweet Pea smirked, shrugging at Reggie when their eyes met. Reggie glared at him, finally turning around when Mandy cleared her throat.

“You could’ve switched, Cherry.”

“ I realize this. But I didn’t want to.” Alyssa answered, finally meeting his gaze. Biting her lip. “Unless you wanted me to switch?”

“No, no. Fuck no.” Sweet Pea’s answer tumbled out in a rush. Alyssa laughed softly, managing a little smile. “In that case, we should probably get started. This is a pretty long list. Oh, while I’m thinking about it.. We’re trying to avoid my shitty eyesight, red hair and skin that burns at even a hint of sunlight.” she muttered, glancing over at him.

Sweet Pea caught himself doing it again, getting caught up in her eyes. Staring like an idiot. He nodded. “Okay, since we’re going there, Cherry. We’re trying to roll with the hopes that this kid doesn’t knock their fucking heads off every time they walk through a door.”

“I mean, it’s better than climbing shelves and counters to reach things your idiot brother puts out of your reach deliberately, but hey.. Go off I guess.” she teased gently, smiling at him. Holding out the dice.

“You roll first. I am.. Not good at dice.” Alyssa pleaded. Sweet Pea chuckled and shook his head. “Oh no. No, you first.” he smirked at her, he couldn’t resist it.

Alyssa pouted but took the dice and rolled.

“Okay, so.. Doubles..” Alyssa announced when both the dice settled on the side with one dot.

“Twins.” Sweet Pea consulted the list. “We were rolling for a number of offspring just then, right?” he asked.

“They better have given me good drugs.” Alyssa joked, filling in the chart. “I’ll roll for one, you can roll for the other?” she asked. Sweet Pea nodded. Silently hoping to god she hadn’t noticed him staring yet again. He answered in a daze, “Yeah.” as he took the dice to roll again. This time they were rolling for hair color.

“You better roll again, sir. Remember? We’re trying to avoid red hair.” Alyssa nodded to the dice settled on the top of the desk between them.

“Actually, no. I’m not. You are, but I’m not.” Sweet Pea smirked, the smirk growing when he saw her pout a little about it. “Deal with it, Cherry.”

“Well, we’re off to a great start. Can’t even agree on hair color.” Alyssa teased, noting that they’d gotten the red hair trait from her.

She took the dice back. “Come on dark brown and functional brown eyes..” she muttered, smiling when she rolled for Sweet Pea’s eye color, but scowling a little when she managed to roll that yes, they’d have vision trouble. “Poor kids.” she shook her head, laughing. Holding out the dice to him.

Sweet Pea had been in a daze yet again. Luckily, he managed to pull himself out of said daze when she placed the dice in his hand. He rolled. Grumbling when he got himself for the height gene.

The bell rang a few seconds later. Alyssa gathered her books and started for the door. Sweet Pea caught up to her. “Wasn’t so bad.” he mused. Carefully.

Alyssa smiled, shaking her head. “No, it wasn’t.” hiding a laugh as Reggie and Mandy made their way past in a very heated and angry argument. She nudged Sweet Pea, nodding towards them. “Some people should never be allowed to procreate.”

“They really shouldn’t.” Sweet Pea answered, swallowing down a lump as it formed in his throat. Letting his gaze linger for a few seconds. “Hey, if you want.. We can finish this tonight at the Wyrm.”

“You’d be okay with me showing up at the Wyrm.” Alyssa eyed him carefully.

He shrugged. “It’s not any different than all the times you came with Toni.”

“I’ll be there, then. Oh and Pea?” Alyssa turned back to look at him. He chuckled. “What?”

“Your name is coming off the top of the Mortal Kombat leaderboard. Tonight. Better bring your A game, sir.”

He bit back a groan at what she said. There was just something about the look in her eyes just now.. Teasing and playful… that combined with her calling him Sir definitely gave him a reason to need the walk to his next class.

Because he needed to pull himself together. He needed to get his head around everything and more importantly, he needed to really stop and think if he wanted to keep fighting whatever was starting to happen between them.

Because he’d been fighting it since he’d seen her around town for the first time. And he just couldn’t anymore.

Fangs caught up to him. “Didn’t you hear me yellin at you, man?”

“I was thinkin.”

“About?”

“Maybe you were right. About what we were talking about last night?”

Fangs smirked. “You’re gonna go for it?”

“I want to. Doesn’t mean I will. But I can’t keep saying I don’t.. Ya know.. When I do. Because it’s driving me fucking insane, man.”

“Want her?” Fangs filled in the blank, snickering when Sweet Pea gave him a dirty look but nodded. As they made their way into class and took their usual seats in the back, Fangs leaned across the aisle. “For what it’s worth… I think she’s into you, man.”

“Yeah. I doubt that.” Sweet Pea looked at his best friend as if Fangs were losing his mind. He wished that were true. He wanted it to be true. But he doubted that it was.

“You’re blind.” Fangs chuckled, turning his attention to the note Kevin had slipped into his locker. Chuckling and rubbing his chin in thought as he debated on what his response was going to be.

XXX

Practice had just ended. I made my way over to my locker in the girls locker room and I opened the door, thinking I’d grab the clothes I bought to change into after practice. Clothes that were nowhere to be found.

I grumbled to myself, annoyed. A quick glance around the locker room put me onto the fact that Mandy and her little army of skanks were circled up, looking at me. Whispering and laughing. Mandy was bold enough to call out, “Missing something, are we?” as she held up my clothes, laughing… Slinking over to the door that lead into the hallway.

Tossing my clothes right out in the middle.

I turned and glared at her. “You bitch.”

“Aw, are you upset right now? What are you gonna do, Alyssa? Go cry to big brother? Go sic your Serpent trash loverboy on me? I’m so so so scared.” she nudged her friend Kaylie. “I bet she doesn’t do anything. I bet she just sits there and fumes like usual. I’m surprised she had the nerve to call me a bimbo earlier in class if we’re being honest.” Mandy smirked as she said it, glancing at me. Nodding towards the door.

“If you want your clothes, sweetie, they’re right there! All you have to do is go get them…. Unless you’re afraid? Don’t flatter yourself, Alyssa. Nobody wants to see you in your underwear. Absolutely no one.”

I clenched my fists and took a deep breath or two. Mandy and her friends were all staring at me, waiting. Gazing from the hallway, where my clothes were piled up, back to me. Smirking and laughing because they were starting to think Mandy was right. That I wasn’t going to do anything. That I’d just turn and ignore Mandy’s attempts to goad me into a confrontation and shove down all my anger like I usually did.

,, she wants you to turn the other cheek like you’ve been doing until lately. If you do that, you’re basically telling her she can get away with this crap.” the thought came and rather than shove it out in favor of being the bigger person, I leaned into it.

Because today was not the day and I was not the one.

I stood and walked out into the hallway. Right as the bell to dismiss final class for the day rang and the hallway was starting to flood with students. One of them being Sweet Pea. We locked eyes as I walked past, calmly going to the Riverdale crest on the floor that she’d tossed my jeans in the center of. Bending to pick up my jeans. Sweet Pea’s arm shot out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, out here like that, Cherry? Have you lost your mind entirely?”

“Nope. I’m getting my fucking clothes. Since Mandy the thundercunt scattered them all over the hallway.”

Sweet Pea growled quietly, his fists clenching and unclenching. He took off his Riverdale polo, holding it out to me, but I shook my head, biting my lip and smirking as I did so. “Oh no. No.. see, if I don’t do something major now, she’s never going to fuck off. So thanks but no. Now put your shirt back on before you get in trouble.”

Sweet Pea eyed me. Shaking his head. I tapped my foot impatiently, holding his gaze. “Sweet Pea… Put the goddamn shirt back on. I know what I’m doing, okay? This is to prove a point.”

“What good is that gonna do when you’re caught by a teacher and you wind up in detention, huh? Take the fucking shirt, Cherry. Take it now.” Sweet Pea used his firmest tone, but I was too angry. It didn’t do anything to me.

“Put the shirt back on, Sweet Pea. Now.” I muttered firmly. A hand on my hip. “Do it. I’m willing to stand here until a teacher spots me if that’s what it’ll take to keep you from doing something that we know might get you expelled.”

“Goddamn it.” Sweet Pea gave up arguing, finally realizing I wasn’t going to budge one way or the other. Not until I’d done what I came out to do. And the less he argued with me, the quicker I could get it done and get back in the locker room.

I spotted my favorite Motley Crue crop tee near the girls bathroom. And totally zoned out, so angry that I was actually shaking a little, I paid not one single bit of attention to the fact that a few people were staring.

I was too pissed to be embarrassed and that is probably a good thing. Because if I wasn’t so pissed, I’d have wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

I spotted the red and black plaid shirt I’d been wearing over my tee shirt hanging over the rim of a garbage can and I calmly walked over, plucking it out. With my clothing gathered, I went to step back in the locker room, ignoring the one or two whistles and the Ghoulie who felt the need to comment something so gross that I debated heavily on walking over and twisting his dick in my hand until it twisted off.

I flung the door of the locker room open wide and when I did, it connected with Mandy’s face because she’d been standing there. Probably recording the whole thing to post on her socials later.

Because that’s totally something girls like her do for funsies.

She stumbled back, holding her nose as blood began to slowly pool between her fingers. And before she had a chance to react, I was slamming her against the lockers immediately to the right of the door. My forearm against her throat to hold her there.

“You’re going to erase whatever video you just recorded. Don’t fucking test me, you diseased thundercunt. Erase the video. I know you recorded the whole thing.”

“You little bitch, you broke my nose!” Mandy slammed her head into mine, causing me to drop my forearm from her throat and grab for my own nose. Once she was free, she threw a punch. I ducked it and came up swinging. Connecting with her jaw. And before she could even recover from the punch, I was grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head at the locker door.

She charged at me, knocking me on the ground. I grabbed hold of her face, trying to go for her eyes and once she was trying to block that, I flipped it and reversed it so that I was straddling her hips now. The first thing I did was grab hold of her phone and throw it on the floor a few feet away as hard as I could. When she tried to reach up and choke me, I choked her back and she rolled us so that she was on top this time. Fists were flying again. The benches that ran the middle of the locker room were being moved out of place. Lockers were being hit as we made full use of the floor in the girls locker room.

Her friends tried to rush over to help but Veronica and Cheryl stopped them from getting close as Cheryl called out to me, “Get her! It’s about time!” and she told Veronica firmly, “Lock the doors. Nobody gets in or out. Amanda has had this coming for a while now.”

Veronica nodded, locking the door to the locker room. Betty held off Mandy’s friends with Veronica and Cheryl’s help. Determined to let the fight keep going. At least until one of us or the other calmed down.

I stood up, pulling Mandy off the floor. Pulling her towards the showers.

Turning on the water full blast and as cold as I could get it. Shoving her into it and as soon as I had her cornered, I leaned down to her level. Grabbing hold of her white and yellow Riverdale Vixens ringer that now had blood spattered on the front of it.

“You better hope that video got erased, Mandy, or this is just a preview of what your life’s gonna be like, honey.” I said it quietly and calmly. “And if you think for even a second about messing with me again… Remember this.”

“You’re actually insane.. You crazy little bitch. Just wait. I’ll get back at you. This isn’t over, Alyssa.”

“Oh, I’m counting on that, you diseased mega skank.” I shrugged as I walked away from her, facing her. My middle finger up in the air. “You might want to clean yourself up, Amanda. We can’t have anybody thinking we were up to no good in here, now can we?” I challenged.

A teacher was pounding on the door and it started to click into place what I’d just done. I sank down on the nearest bench, panting to catch my breath. Trying to calm down. Letting the anger and everything subside.

Cheryl made her way over, Veronica and Betty in tow. Stopping to unlock the door as they went. Whatever Cheryl told the teacher had the teacher satisfied that nobody was up to anything bad in the locker room and leaving and once they had, Cheryl shut the door quickly. Leaning against it with her hand over her heart. “Whew. That was so close.”

Veronica sank down on the bench in front of me, the first aid kit we kept in the locker room open and across her lap.

“This is going to hurt, Al. I’m sorry in advance.” Veronica winced as she started to apply hydrogen peroxide to the few scratches on the side of my face and cheek.

All I could do was nod. Because I was still coming down from the adrenaline.

“If she messes with you again after this, she’s clearly an idiot.” Veronica spoke up after a few seconds. I shrugged. “Oh, she’s not done with me yet. But it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t stop it before all hell broke loose.” Cheryl spoke up, wincing as I looked up at her and laughed it off, shaking my head. Trying to flinch away from Veronica as she came at my face with a cold and damp washcloth to clean the blood away from underneath my nose.

“Cheryl, trust me. I’m fine. I can handle myself. You guys were trying to count the votes, it’s not a big deal. Besides. I needed to stand up for myself.”

“I know, but if I’d been in here, I could’ve stopped her.” Cheryl butted in, gently but firmly.

“I should’ve stood up to her way before now, if I’m being honest. Take the high road, they said. It’s better in the long run, they said. That’s a load.” I grumbled.

“Ouch fuck ouch hey.. Can you wipe less painfully?” I pleaded with Veronica.

She grimaced and muttered an apology.

“I can’t wait to hear about this crap later. Or try explaining it to my dad and Archie. Archie’s going to take the chance to spin this so that somehow, it’s anybody’s fault but mine.” I grumbled, shaking my head, disgusted at the thought.

“He’s just being a protective brother.”

“I wish sometimes he’d not do that.. So much. Did you know that he just stood back and let Reggie and Sweet Pea fight earlier when the team went to cut everyone loose?”

“I’m still angry with my father about that.” Veronica muttered, adding a second later, “But, that’s typical of him, though. He’s not happy until he owns everything and everyone.” Veronica fumed, shaking her head with a disgusted look on her face.

I bit my lip, nodding. Keeping my own opinions on the subject to myself. Because it’s not like she can control what her parents choose to do. And she tries to be better, she tries to make it so that there’s a very clear and obvious difference between herself and her parents, but with parents like hers, you wind up having to get your hands dirty sooner or later.

I’d just finished getting dressed and stepped into the hallway, finding Sweet Pea leaning against the wall.

“What the fuck was going on in there?”

I shrugged.

Mandy walked past with her friends and Sweet Pea looked from Mandy back at me. Grimacing as he caught sight of my face. Stepping closer.

“Did she do that?” he eyed me in concern. Tensing up a little. The soft edge to his voice had my heart fluttering a little, but as fast as that started, I was quick to shove it down. Reminding myself that Sweet Pea only tolerated me because we happened to share two friends in common. His hand raised, gingerly touching at a bruise forming along my jaw. Hissing as he shook his head. I tensed a little because now that the adrenaline was completely gone and the shock I’d been in or whatever for the duration of my fight was wearing off too and now everything just plain hurt.

“Mhm.” I answered quietly, swallowing down a lump as it formed in my throat. Gazing up at him. I blinked when my body brushed up against his, not aware that I’d stepped closer to him.

“Did you do.. All that?” he nodded to where she stood at her locker in the hallway, glaring daggers in my direction, her friends flocking her.

“I hope you’re prepared to pay for Amanda’s broken nose, you crazy witch.” Kaylie called out calmly. “Her mother is going to make sure you pay for the fight.”

Mandy smirked at me. “I can’t wait to tell my mother everything. I’m almost as excited to talk to her about the way you’ve been bullying me as I am to post the video of you wandering the hallway of our high school in underwear.”

I tensed, taking a step away from Sweet Pea and forward in the hallway. Sweet Pea reached out quickly, grabbing me up and away by my hips. Putting me behind him as he eyed Mandy calmly. “You really don’t value your life at all, do ya?”

Mandy eyed him, gulping.

“It’s a simple question, Mandy.” Sweet Pea shrugged, smirking a little.

“What are you gonna do, Serpent? I can make one call and have you arrested.”

I growled from behind Sweet Pea. “Try it you fucking gremlin. Try it.” I threatened.

“Enough.” Sweet Pea’s tone was calm and firm as he looked from Mandy to me, folding his arms over his chest. I went quiet and Mandy’s lip quivered a little as she gazed up at him.

“What you’re gonna do, Mandy… Erase whatever you recorded. If you don’t, you’re really not going to like what happens.” Sweet Pea stepped closer to her, giving a menacing scowl as he towered over her.

Just the way he said it had a slow and lazy heat settling in the pit of my stomach. Had my breath catching in my throat because of just the tone he took… You’d think he was my actual boyfriend. He was acting more like one than any of my past boyfriends, Reggie included.

If I were more hopeful, I’d almost want to say he meant every word of the threat he made to Mandy.

Mandy hurried off and Sweet Pea turned, settling his gaze on me. Eyeing my nose critically and grimacing. “It’s not broken. What the hell happened?”

“She was practically leaning against the damn door so when I threw it open, it hit her in the nose. She went to swing at me, I threw her against a locker… Then it kind of spiralled out of control from there?” I shuffled my feet, going fidgety under his intent and concerned gaze.

“Who locked the door?” Sweet Pea asked, admitting a few seconds later, “I tried the handle when I saw Mrs. Ellis heading for the locker room. I heard all the yelling and every time somebody hit a locker or the wall, so I figured something was going on in there… I was gonna warn you...”

“Oh, that was Cheryl. She wasn’t going to risk anybody going to get a teacher to come in and break it up.” I gave a soft laugh, shaking my head. I nodded towards the doors at the end of the empty hallway.

“We should probably get going. The last place I want to be locked in overnight is here.”

“Yeah, I was waiting on Fangs, but apparently, he ditched me.” Sweet Pea shrugged. I raised a brow, because that wasn’t like Fangs. Usually if he said he’d be somewhere, he was there.

“I haven’t seen him since lunch, come to think of it.” I spoke up after a few seconds.

“He probably bailed. He’s probably already at the Wyrm.” Sweet Pea shrugged. I nodded, agreeing.

“So.. ready?” I asked. Trying my best not to get my hopes up. Preparing myself for Sweet Pea to suggest going to my dad’s or to Pops instead of going to the Wyrm. Shocked more than a little bit when Sweet Pea smirked and nodded.

“Yeah. Just so you know, Cherry… If you think for one second you’re wiping me off the leaderboard, not gonna happen.” he chuckled as we walked down the hall and he paused to push the door open for me.

About halfway to the Wyrm, my hand brushed against his. I glanced down, biting my lip. Debating heavily on just grabbing hold of his hand.

Because friends held hands, right?

I mean.. I held hands with Cheryl and Toni all the time.

Except deep down, I knew that was not even remotely the real motive behind holding Sweet Pea’s hand. The simplest truth was that I just… Couldn’t stop myself from doing something. Anything.

I took a deep breath and carefully, I slipped my hand into his. Gazing down for a second or two after I’d done it. Shocked I’d actually had the damn nerve to go through with it. Even more shocked when Sweet Pea didn’t immediately scowl, tense up or let go.

Instead, his fingers laced with mine.

And like this morning, neither of us really mentioned it. But that tension that seemed to hang around us like a heavy cloud recently?

It got so very much thicker.

He pushed open the door to the Wyrm and I stepped under his arm, into the building. He stepped in behind me, nodding to a table with two chairs towards the back. Where it was a little quieter.

“We should be able to get everything finished back there, Cherry.”

I nodded. My eyes darted around. Finding it odd that the same people staring at me currently never even gave me a second look when I wandered in with Toni and Fangs.

I shoved the thought out of my head.

We were just two classmates.. Two friends.. Meeting to finish an assignment for school.

We made our way to the back of the bar, taking a seat at the table. At one point, while we were deep in rolling and making notes for the chart we’d been given and for our report we’d have to write later, FP wandered past.

“That’s good kid. Nice to see you actually takin school seriously. Don’t give Alyssa a hard time, buddy.” he flashed Sweet Pea a smirk and Sweet Pea nodded. Smirking right back at FP.

“People are looking at us like you’re doing something wrong.” I leaned in and whispered when I just couldn’t take the way people were watching like a hawk anymore and it had me curious.

Sweet Pea glanced up and around, shrugging. “ Most of the older guys think it’s impossible to be friends with a girl and won’t bring one around unless they’re involved with her. Is it bothering you?” he gazed at me, that concerned look in his eyes again.

I shook my head profusely. Taking a sip of the wild cherry pepsi that FP had brought over to us to drink earlier and wanting to kick myself for even mentioning it, because I had a feeling I’d probably just made things awkward.

And that was the very thing I was trying to avoid.

We finally finished rolling for genetic traits and I finished up the sketch I’d been doing.

“Okay. If you laugh I swear to God.” I gazed at Sweet Pea nervously as I shoved the sketch pad across the table to him.

“Did you just do this?” he asked, staring at the sketch.

“Yeah. I’m not the best.”

I reached for the sketch pad. But not before it flipped a few pages and settled on a drawing I’d done of Sweet Pea when he hadn’t been paying attention one day while we were all hanging out in here, playing the Mortal Kombat arcade game.

Lucky for me, he saw that I’d done sketches of Toni and Cheryl sharing a Twizzler at lunch one day and Fangs working on his motorcycle in the parking lot before school one morning. When he got to the sketch I’d done of Reggie, he scowled a little.

“I wanted to burn that too but Cheryl convinced me if I ever decided to actually get off my ass and apply to art school after I’m done with Riverdale High, it’d be good for my portfolio. She literally tried to throw herself on the fire to stop me from burning all the sketches I did of Reggie.” I laughed quietly, wincing as I shook my head.

Every time I caught myself thinking about the fact that I’d been taken in by a charming smirk and flirtatious mannerisms and the charisma of one Reggie Mantle, it only reminded me how gullible I was. How soft-hearted.

You’d think that getting involved with a guy who all but stalked me and tried to spread nasty rumors and suggestive pictures of me that I never should’ve sent in the first place when I finally got smart enough to break it off with him before leaving Chicago would be enough to teach me.

Apparently, it wasn’t. Because I came here and what’d I do? I got involved with Reggie Mantle. And now, that was over and I was starting to feel things for Sweet Pea, a guy who probably only tolerated me because we shared friends in common.

That was another huge reason I was not keen on opening myself up too quickly all over again. I might not always make the best choices, but even I had the common sense to know that I needed time… I needed to bounce back. Figure things out on my own.

And all of that was another huge reason I was determined to keep whatever I was starting to feel for Sweet Pea close to the vest. The more I could keep whatever I felt at bay, the better off I’d be. Because realistically, I just didn’t dare hope.

I was starting to realize I just couldn’t trust my own judgement when it came to emotional things. Until I got to a place where I could, I was doing the best thing I could for me.

Something tells me this is going to be so much harder than I could ever imagine though.

The door to the bar flew open and Toni barged in. Over to the table Sweet Pea and I were sitting at.

“Have you talked to Cheryl at all this afternoon?” Toni asked in a rush.

“I tried to call her earlier but it kept going to voicemail. And we were just saying earlier that Fangs is MIA too…” I rubbed my temples. I had the sneaking suspicion that I knew exactly what might have happened to Cheryl, because not so long ago, her mother had kind of caught wind of her relationship with Toni. And her mother was not thrilled.

I grumbled, digging in my jeans pocket for my phone.

It clicked for Toni that Sweet Pea and I had come to the Wyrm. Alone. Without her or Fangs present to act as a buffer.

“You’re here together, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m just.. I’m freaking out right now.” Toni glanced from me to Sweet Pea and then back again. “Are you two finally going to stop being snipey assholes and get along though?”

Sweet Pea shrugged, giving me a teasing smirk. “Maybe she’s not so bad… For a princess.”

“Maybe you’re not so bad either. For a giant grumpy asshole.” I teased right back. Feeling my cheeks burn hot just a little at the look in his eyes and the way he put emphasis on the word princess.

Because no, that did not help my current ongoing mental dilemma at all.

“You’re staying with me until we figure out this situation with Cheryl, right?” I asked Toni. Toni nodded, stealing a sip of my Pepsi. “I swear to God, if her mother’s hurt her…”

“If her mother’s done anything to her, she’s going to answer to both of us. I’ve got your back, Topaz.” I spoke up, giving Toni a reassuring look. I tried to call Cheryl again on my phone, but it went straight to voicemail too. I frowned at it, putting my phone away.

Toni eyed me and then glanced in Sweet Pea’s direction as if she were indicating that she wanted details later tonight when we were back at my dad’s place. Mouthing to me, “Well?”

I shook my head, shrugging. “We were just finishing that thing for Biology.” I mouthed. Glancing at my cell phone. I was not getting a good feeling at all. And the more Cheryl’s phone rang and went to voicemail, the more that bad feeling grew.

“It’s going to voice. He’s normally here already if he ditches.” Sweet Pea swore to himself and shook his head.

“Wait.. he got called to the office right after lunch.” Toni spoke up. Swearing when she tried to call Cheryl yet again and the call went to Cheryl’s voicemail as it had just done for me. She shoved her phone into her pocket and took a few deep breaths. “Maybe she just went to sit with her Nana. They haven’t let her out of the hospital yet, I don’t think.. That has to be it.”

The door flew open again and this time, my brother and Jughead were rushing in. Stopping to talk to a few of the other Serpents we went to school with who were present. Whatever Jughead told them had them rushing out the door in a hurry. I eyed them but quickly turned my attention back to the situation at hand involving our two missing friends. Trying to retrack the events of the day. I remembered it then, Fangs had been called to the office during lunch and after that, I hadn’t seen him again.

We had the second to last class of the day together. He hadn’t been there.

“You guys have to get out of here. Get everyone out of here and out of this side of town now. They’re about to raid the Wyrm.” Jughead and my brother rushed over to us. My brother let out a ragged breath when he caught sight of me. “Thank god. There you are. I was worried when I couldn’t find you. What the hell happened to your face, pixie?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.. You guys. Explain. What the fuck do you mean we have to get out of here? Archie, what’s going on? What have you let that jackass talk you into this time?”

“Nothing! It’s something I overheard, okay, look. I know you’re still pissed at me. But you guys need to get everyone together and get the hell off of this side of town, okay? Just trust me. Do it. I told Dad what was going on and he said that we could put people up until FP figured something out.”

Sweet Pea eyed my brother with a wary look. I eyed him too, wondering briefly if this were some kind of a trick that Hiram put him up to. Wondering how the hell he managed to get Jughead in on it if it were.

“What the hell is going on tonight?” I wondered aloud after a few seconds.Not even ten seconds later, one of the older bikers wandered in, getting a hold of FP, taking him to the back to talk.

“Are you makin this up, Andrews? Is this a trap? Because to me, that’s what it feels like.” Sweet Pea tensed. His fists clenched at his side and my brother shook his head. “No. This is me. Trying to make up for all of the other stuff, okay? Look. Hiram set the whole thing up this afternoon after he got done arranging to have Fangs arrested earlier.”

“He’s not lying. I just went down the the station, man. Fangs is there. They’re holding him for questioning and they won’t say a fucking word about why he’s even there. And while I was there, I heard some of the guys in the break room joking about how fun it was going to be, cracking some Serpent skulls tonight. If we leave now, they have nothing. They don’t get any evidence, they can’t make any arrests.” Jughead explained impatiently. “We have to go. We needed to be gone ten minutes ago, if you want the honest fucking truth, Pea.”

“Dad really said he’d let them hide in our house. You’re not lying.” I questioned my brother, gazing up at him. Standing taller. “Because I swear to God, Archie, if this is a trap.. If any more of my friends get arrested because you have a burning desire to be Hiram Lodge’s long lost son or whatever the fuck it is you want to accomplish.”

My brother cut me off. “I’ve been working undercover. I wasn’t supposed to tell you anything. I wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone, actually. Getting close to Hiram is… for the greater good.”

“Uh huh.You mean like the actual greater good or the oh look, pops bought me a ferrari for christmas because I’m a good little fucking stooge greater good?” I questioned, a brow raised and my hand on my hip.

“Al, we can finish this argument once your friends have their shit and they’re heading back to our side of town. I’ll gladly finish this discussion then. Dad sent me and Jugs to get everyone away from here.”

“I don’t know..”

Sweet Pea cleared his throat. “I’m not saying I trust you, Andrews. But I’m willing to take what Jugs says with a grain of salt. He is one of us now.”

Toni and I exchanged a surprised look, but then everyone started to rush around and gather their things as quick as they could. And as soon as we were all out in the alley behind the Wyrm, the first of at least six police cars came flying by, blue lights flashing and sirens blazing.

I let out a ragged breath and glanced up at Sweet Pea. When I caught on to the fact that he was both angry and silently freaking out, I reached down, gently grabbing hold of his pinkie finger with mine. Giving him a weak smile when I glanced up at him.

He didn’t smile back, but as we rounded the corner and promptly had to find another alley to go down to hide because another cop car rushed past, I felt him squeeze my pinkie finger with his more than a time or two.

Almost the second we crossed over into the North Side, I realized just how eerie and quiet it was.

Too quiet.

Nobody was saying anything. We were all too tired from running. Hiding.

At one point, Toni reached down and grabbed the hand of mine closest to her, giving it a squeeze as she muttered into my ear quietly, “I hope Cheryl is okay.”

“We’ll get up to my room and figure something out, okay?” I promised in a whisper.

And on the other side of me, I felt Sweet Pea’s hand lazily close on mine. A squeeze so light that I honestly didn’t think he even realized he’d done it.

It took a few seconds, but I dared to glance down. Eyes fixing on the way his hand engulfed mine. His fingers laced between my fingers. Before I could stop myself, I dragged my thumb knuckle lazily over his palm. Gave his hand a similar light squeeze as I glanced up at Toni to pretend I wasn’t aware I’d done it.

Once we were all in my dad’s house, FP showed up. Explaining that he was currently trying to figure out somewhere everyone could go. Letting people who’d gotten separated from family during the whole scramble to leave whether their people made it and were incoming or at another place that FP had taken the other half of South Side to keep the cops from finding everyone at once or whether they’d been caught and were going to need bail.

My dad and Archie took over the kitchen with the help of FP and Jughead, making food for everyone. Once everyone else was set up and occupied and there wasn’t anything else I could do to help my dad and my brother, I went to go find Toni and we slipped out of the chaos downstairs, retreating up to my room.

The second the door was closed behind me, Toni spoke up.

“You don’t think Penelope killed her.”

“Toni, no. But I do think that she’s keeping her somewhere. Remember Cheryl telling us that she needed to tell us something important? I think that whatever she was going to tell us is the reason we can’t find her right now. Her mother makes Joan Crawford look like a fucking saint.” I fell back across my bed and stared at the ceiling. Sitting up a few minutes later.

“Hey, that girl in my English class… her mom’s a nurse. I can ask if Cheryl’s been there to sit with her nana.”

I dug my phone out and texted the girl in question. Frowning when the girl answered that she’d been there earlier, but she’d left to go home.

“She’s not there. Okay, I do not like the way this feels.”

“Me either.”

We sat in silence on my bed for a few minutes, trying to figure out a way to find out what happened to Cheryl. As I tried to think of places she might have gone or hidden at, I texted my mom about Fangs being kept at the station.

She texted me back, asking if I knew why they were holding him and I texted her back that we were trying to figure out why and we were hoping she’d call and scare someone into giving some form of an answer.

I frowned when she called a few minutes later and explained that she hadn’t been able to get anything. She asked what the hell was going on in town tonight, telling me that while she’d been talking to the secretary at the station, she’d heard a lot of yelling and angry chanting from outside. And a lot of whispering and hushed laughing.

I told her about the raid and I told her about Midge’s body being found during the school play. I told her that people had been starting rumors for whatever reason that Fangs might have done it, because Midge and Fangs had something going on.

“You’re staying out of trouble though, right? With your brother going through whatever it is he’s going through, sweetie…”

“About that.. I kind of got into a fight. But none of the teachers know. Nobody saw it.”

My mom sighed and I frowned, tensing up a little at a possible lecture incoming. When it started, I sat there with the phone away from my ear, letting her go on for a few minutes before I explained calmly, “I’m not going to stand back and be a doormat either, mom. And since Archie is doing all this and showing his entire ass, I need to take care of my own problems. Mandy was a problem, I solved it. End of discussion.”

“First of all, don’t take that tone with me. Second of all.. Does your father know? Did you tell him any of what you just told me?”

“No. I only told you what I just did to get you off my back. Mom.. I’m.. I love you and I’m sorry. I can’t be perfect and I can’t be something I’m not.”

“I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m asking you to stay out of trouble.”

“It doesn’t feel like that though.”

We exchanged tense goodnights and goodbyes and I ended the call, tossing my phone at the top of my vanity as I flopped back against my bed.

“Ever feel like the black sheep?” I wondered aloud. Feeling bad about it after I said it, because I realized that Toni literally only had the Serpents, Cheryl and her grandfather and me. I palmed my face and shook my head, ashamed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I get it. My grandpa and I argue a lot.” Toni gave me a sympathetic nod.

I shook my head at myself. “I swear, my mom and I are constantly butting heads. It’s part of the reason I never understood why she insisted I was the one to go to Chicago with her and that Archie stay here in Riverdale with Dad.”

“Probably because trust me. There are some things that men are not equipped to deal with.”

“I mean, true, but…”

Toni laughed quietly. Stretching a little. “Maybe Cheryl just wanted some space. I haven’t found anything out from anyone else.”

“All I know is what she told me before she left practice. She was going to see her Nana Rose again.”

“Yeah, she told me that too. But she’s been jumpy all day. Like she’s scared.”

“I noticed too.” I agreed, nodding. “Maybe she’ll be at school tomorrow. If she’s not, we’ll ditch and try to find answers or something.”

“Yeah. I’m too wiped to think anymore right now and if I do, I’m going to drive myself insane. And if I do that, we both know I’m going to go off and do something fucking dumb.” Toni admitted as she pulled back the cover on the other side of my bed.

“You’re cool with sharing a bed? I mean, all things considered.”

“Please,I know you have a very specific type of red-head and it ain’t me... Besides. You’re my friend. I’m not making you sleep on the floor.” I answered, gathering my things because I figured that everyone who was planning to shower tonight had probably done so already.

I made my way down the hall, reaching for the handle to the bathroom door right as Sweet Pea pulled it open from the other side. With a towel wrapped around his waist. I spun around, immediately going red in the face. “Shit, fuck. I’m sorry, I.. I thought everyone had already gotten a shower and gone to sleep?” I called out without daring to turn around and face him.

He cleared his throat. “Nah. I told Archie to go before me. I’m the one staying in your house. Didn’t want to intrude.” he tapped my shoulder when he’d pulled on his jeans and I turned around. He took a step forward to come out the door at the same time that I took a step forward to go in the door. We wound up body to body in the hallway. I gazed up at him, licking my lips.

He grimaced as his eyes settled on the bruise on my jaw from the fight earlier in the afternoon. “Did you show your dad? That looks a lot worse now.” His voice took on a concerned tone.

I shook my head. “Nope. I already had more than enough lecturing about it from my mom earlier when I called to get her to see if she could find out anything about why Fangs was arrested and being held.”

Sweet Pea raised a hand, dragging it through damp hair. A droplet of water trickled down his forehead. Then dropped onto his nose, rolling down it’s slope. When it dripped down and rolled down his lips, my eyes were glued to it’s movement. He cleared his throat, repeating the question that he’d asked me I apparently hadn’t heard. “Did she find out anything?”

“Just that they’re holding him until they have to let him go. If I had to guess though, it’s because people were saying crap about him and Midge having a thing going..” I muttered quietly. Shuffling my feet against worn wooden floorboards.

“At least you tried.” he muttered quietly, gazing down at me. His eyes darted to my bruises and scrapes from my fight with Mandy earlier and he cleared his throat. “You should go tell your dad what happened. Just in case she is dumb enough to upload anything she might have recorded and we can’t coerce her into taking it down on our own.”

“If she does, she does. Won’t be the first time something like that happened.” I blurted it out, going quiet as soon as I realized I had. Tensing a little because I really hoped that he didn’t pay it any attention. Or that he didn’t push to know what I meant.I wasn’t even sure why it slipped out. I fidgeted a little, nervous. He eyed me, but luckily, he didn’t ask for further details.

The last thing I wanted right now was for him to know exactly how stupid and pathetic I was and still am. If he knew I’d been dumb enough to sext Dave and Dave had turned and used the photos against me or any of the other shit that I got into in Chicago… I pushed the intrusive thought out of my head.

“Cherry?” Sweet Pea muttered quietly. His eyes fixing on mine. Hints of a smirk playing at his lips. As quickly as the thought came ,, he has literally no idea just how devastatingly handsome he really is, I swear to God.” I hurried to shove it out. Bury it way down deep. Try to ignore the way I felt the slightest flutter of my heart. Or the way my throat seemed to close up when I realized that we were migrating closer to each other and that his hand was brushing against my hip just barely.

“Yeah, Pea?” I finally managed to pull myself together enough to get out the words. Gazing right back up at him, falling in right over my head and virtually powerless to stop it from happening.

“Night.” he yawned as he stepped out of the doorway, making his way back downstairs. From the sound of it, my brother had dragged out one of his old gaming systems. And apparently, he and a few other Serpents were sitting up, playing some long forgotten game. I made my way away from where I’d been peering down the stairs just to make sure that things weren’t tense between everyone and I turned, slipping into the bathroom.

Turning on the hot water and leaning against the wall, letting it cascade down onto my body from above. Just… trying to process the entire craziness of the day so far.

By the time I slipped into my side of the bed, Toni was already asleep, wearing my black velvet eye mask over her eyes. I found one of my other ones and slipped it down over my eyes.

And it seemed like in literally no time, I was out like a light. Exhausted from everything that had gone down in one day.

#sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea fanfic #sweetpea imagines #sweetpea fic #my writing ; sweetpea #my fanfiction ; sweetpea #my fics ; sweetpea

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puremalachaitrash · 5 years

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Ambassador

Hey everyone! This is like a miniature story line I had thought of but the plot didn’t really extend over a one-shot. If you want me to try extend on it I will certainly try. Also it’s not included in the ‘Racing for Ghoulies’ series! Just saying. I think I’m going to post a couple of these every here and there because it’s what I kind of like doing sometimes.

Spoilers: obviously

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The sight of Jughead's bashed in face got sweetpea's attention

"I'll have a talk to y/n" Sweet Pea said. Jughead looked at him perplexed

"Y/n?" Jughead asked. Sweet pea shrugged

"She's like the ambassador between ghoulies and serpents. When she's not doing that she more works with the ghoulies" Toni explained plopping a chip in her mouth

"she's under protection of both though" Sweet Pea added "She's been able to stop most fights we have between each other. She's basically the only thing stopping a war between ghoulies and serpents from breaking out at the moment" he shrugged before standing up "i'll see if she can talk to the ghoulies about leaving you alone" Sweet Pea stated. Jughead stood up as well

"I'll go too" Jughead suggested. Sweet Pea gave him a perplexed look but then sighed with a nod

"She doesn't really like strangers, so don't talk too much" Sweet Pea warned.

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"Looking good y/n" Johnny said as I slid into the seat in front of him. I grinned tugging on my jacket

"What can I say? Chaos looks good on me" I told him. He laughed and I joined in. a shadow loomed over me. My laughter died down and I chuckled wiping a tear from my eye turning in my seat. I spotted the familiar tall jet-black haired boy. The Ghoulie in front of me glared at Sweet Pea

"I'll talk to you later y/n" Johnny said. I turned to him and nodded waving him off. Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow

"I need to talk to you" Sweet Pea stated. I motioned to the now empty seat in front of me when I noticed someone following Sweet Pea like a puppy. I picked up my sandwich taking a large chomp from it

"What's up, Sweet Pea? Ghoulies selling drugs too close to the Whyte Wyrm?" I asked my mouth full of the delicious sandwich, I hardly bothered to acknowledge the new comer "or do you need the ghoulies to do something for ya?" I asked a smug glint in my eye as I waved around my sandwich

"I need you to keep the ghoulies away from Jughead" Sweet Pea told me. 'Jughead'? What a name. I scratched my head confused and plopped my sandwich down on my lap

"What kind of idiot names his son 'Jughead'?" I asked with a snort making the black haired boy beside Sweet Pea glared at me... sensitive subject "Yeah, whatever" I shrugged nonchalantly "why's he so important anyway?" I asked leaning my cheek on my fist

"I'm FP's son" the newbi said and my eyes flicked to him curiously. Sweet pea also looked at him scoldingly "a bunch of your guys jumped me last night after school" Jughead stated. Sweet pea nudged him harshly. I looked at Sweet Pea curiously. So this was FP's son? He was... Lamer than I thought he'd be...

"What were you doing in school at night?" I asked tilting my head challengingly. I leaned over the table slightly intrigued. After a second he didn't answer and I leaned back into my seat "we had no idea you were FP's son. A few ghoulies saw you ditch the serpents, decided it wouldn't cause any damage to bash you. Thought it would be fun" I told him a smirk sneaking onto my face "but, from now on. Hands off" I agreed. They both sighed in relief "if the others agree" I added after a second "anything you have to offer in return?" I asked with a pout

"He's in the initiation stages of joining the serpents" Sweet Pea lied making me hum in disappointment "attack him and you'll have a problem" he threatened. I sighed and raised my hands in surrender

"I was just asking if you wanted to sweeten the deal Sweet Pea. I can't promise you anything but I'll ask the others to lay off" I confirmed with a shake of my head "it's not like I want them to hit him..." I trailed faking a frown. I couldn't hold it and let out a 'pfft' and let my laughter out "sorry, couldn't keep it up. Lying right through my teeth" I said slapping my knee. Jughead looked at me perplexed

"Y/n" Sweet pea warned. I waved him off with a scoff

"Yeah, yeah" I said rolling her eyes "I'll ask the others to lay off... what was your name again?" I asked the beanie wearing boy

"Jughead" he answered. I coughed trying to cover up my laugh but I knew it didn't work due to his glare "it's a nickname" he stated. I held my hands up innocently

"I didn't say anything" I defended but he continued to glare at me "I'll tell them to lay off...Jughead. I swear" I said raising my right hand to show I was serious but a teasing look remained on my face. Sweet Pea nodded standing up

"Thanks y/n" Sweet Pea said. I stood from my seat holding my arms out. Sweet Pea looked at me hesitantly

"Oh c'mon. You know you want to" I said with a grin. Sweet Pea huffed and walked into my arms. I squeezed him "we should talk soon...Not about 'Jughead'" I said with a wink

"You tease me for Jughead yet you won't tease him for sweet pea" Jughead murmured under his breath. I looked at him with a glare

"If you were a serpent, I wouldn't care if your name was 'dickhead' I wouldn't be teasing you" I stated Jughead and he tensed not expecting that I heard him "besides I gave Sweet Pea that nickname. Of course I wouldn't tease him" I told Jughead slinging my arm around the tall male's waist. Sweet pea rolled his eyes

"I-I didn't mean-" Jughead cut himself off which was probably for the best. I licked my lips

"Whatever" I said with a shrug "I don't care what you mean" I stated. I looked to the ghoulies who were looking at Jughead like he was a five-course meal with a chocolate sundae on the side "I've got to go, you’ll see for yourselves what the answer is" I told Sweet Pea. I shoved the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and stood up dusting off my hands.

I walked with pep in my step. I reached the table and plopped down next to Johnny stealing one of his chips. He sent me a playful glare and slapped arm

"What was that about?" He asked. I sighed running a hand through my hair. I looked at him and huffed waving him off for a second

"Oi, guys!" I called to the ghoulies some stopped, hitting the others so theyd pay attention "as you might've seen, I was chatting with the shit snakes" I stated. I heard a groan behind us from the serpents and flashed the serpents a sly grin "last night, we apparently bashed the serpent princess 'Jughead'" a few laughed and giggled. I gave my own chuckle with a nod "they've asked us to lay off-" I started

"What do we get in return!?" A voice from the back shouted cutting me off. A few people cheered in agreement. I pointed in the direction the voice came from

"We get peace" I called over to him in a growl and everyone went silent "now... we can't be hitting defenseless little girls that call themselves serpents! That's not what we do in the ghoulies! Jughead is joining them, that means if we hit him we're going to start a war. We're a southside gang who 'fell on the wrong side of the tracks'" I said sarcastically "and unlike the shit snakes we do love to make a little bit of mischief" I admitted with a innocent shrug and a few shouts of agreement sounded "but if FP gets out... he'll find out we're bashing on his son and we're in for an all out Southside war!" I stated firmly

"'If he gets out’!" Johnny said quoting me and the ghoulies broke out into laughter. I huffed in amusement shaking my head

"Dammit guys" I muttered "let me make myself clear. What happens when we get into a Southside war with the Serpents and the Northside decides to fuck us all over as we squabble between ourselves!?" I roared pointing in the direction of the north. Everyone cheered "right now, the Serpents can go fuck themselves right up their own asses! We have bigger reptiles to fry, like that bitch of a mayor and that lying asshole of a news reporter!" I stated, a thunderous shout of agreement came from the crowd. The bell rang and we looked to it. I got a couple pats on the back

"All for leaving the serpent princess alone?" Johnny called. I pulled the skin under my eye down and everyone followed suit "looks like we're hands off" Johnny stated glancing at me. I nodded. As the ghoulies left I made my way to the serpents. I propped an hand on my hip and leaned my weight to one leg

"Unless you guys do something stupid, Jughead will be fine" I stated nonchalantly "I'll make sure nothing stupid is planned over here" I added. Sweet Pea nodded

"Why do you hate me so much?" Jughead suddenly asked. I looked to him with a raised eyebrow. I looked him up and down and shifted my weight onto my other leg

"I don't hate you, it's just..." I trailed. I tapped my bottom lip musing it over "actually, no" I stopped mid muse "Fuck you" I said with a smile and Jughead groaned

"I don't-" Jughead tried. And I shushed him

"Listen, what I create is chaos" I told him seriously and he went to open his mouth again "but not for the Southside. The way I see it, we should've banded together a long time ago to destroy the northsiders and rode riverdale like a fucking flaming warhorse to victory" I said widening my eyes to get the point across

"You're insane" Jughead muttered. I sent him a disbelieving stare

"You're not?" I inquired. I flicked his beanie and he pulled away shaking his head "oh, honey. You're still in denial" I told him patting his cheek harsher than I had to

#ghoulie #ghoulies #riverdale #southside #jughead #sweet Pea #Serpents #one-shot #imagine

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n0-eyedtaissa · 5 years

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Be My Little Baby (FP Jones x OC)

Description: It’s homecoming week over at the high school and most of the town make their way into Pop’s for the celebration. While most of the town got to enjoy the celebration, FP and Ruthie were the ones cleaning it up.

A/N: Hey hi hello, yes I know that I still have Part 2 of Spirit Boards and Bad Decisions to post. I know. But here’s something to hole ya over in the meantime, a little fun, fluffy tidbit of FP and Ruthie at work.

Tagging @hugharekillianmesweetghoul and @sweetpeas-sweetpea because I know they love Ruthie just as much as I do!

Word Count: 2,181

It was Homecoming over at the high school, and that weekend kicked off the start of football season. Riverdale High had won the game against Greendale 34-3 and had come to Pop’s Chock-Lit Shoppe, the heart of their small town, in order to celebrate their victory. The two neighboring towns had always entertained a friendly rivalry when it came to sports, and it was the first time since Ruthie was in high school that the Bulldogs were able to pull off winning the homecoming game. This, of course, proved to be the perfect occasion for most of the town to pile into Pop’s in order to celebrate. Even the football coaches were weary that the team would win, taking the time in between their congratulations speeches to mention how much they wish their star-player Archie Andrews could have been the one to lead the team to victory.

Coach Clayton raised his glass, “To victory, and to Archie” he said solemnly. A sea full of young boys in their letterman jackets, excited peers, and proud parents raised their milkshakes in cheers.

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It was a great sentiment, Ruthie could admit, but after spending forty-five minutes rinsing out half of the damn town’s milkshake glasses , she didn’t think there was much left to celebrate anymore. Shucking off the yellow dishwashing gloves, Ruthie dried her hands on her apron and briskly headed over to the refill station, dancing around a disgruntled FP Jones, who was holding an industrial-sized garbage bag in each arm.

“Jesus Jones, you stink!” She yelled after him, hearing the man chuckle at her as he threw the bags into the dumpster out back behind the restaurant.

“Pop had me cleanin' the grease trap like I was some kinda pimple-faced bus boy” FP laughed it off but Ruthie could tell that he was irritated with having to do such a shitty task.

“Better you than me though, right?” She cocks an eyebrow at the man, playfully hip-checking him out of her way as she reached behind the counter to grab a big stack of napkins.

“Careful now, Ruthless…” FP cautioned, narrowing his eyes at the smaller woman. “One of these day’s you’re gonna get your karma for that” He pointed out ominously. His tough expression cracks once Ruthie sends a confused smile his way.

The metal napkin dispenser creaks with age and use while Ruthie pushed the stack of papery material into the slots. A chill runs down FP’s spine when he hears the high-pitched creak of metal on metal so he puts his hand out, obstructing Ruthie from being able to continue. “Spare me, eh? Marcia filled all these up yesterday and I’m hearin’ that sound in my damn sleep,” FP chuckles, eyes pleading.

“Tough shit, Jones, I just need something productive that I can do while sitting down” Ruthie smiled devilishly over her shoulder as kept refilling napkins.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, girl” He smirks over at her, turning to grab the push-broom from the supply closet.

“And yet for some reason you keep putting up with me” Ruthie shrugged, pushing a stack of napkins into the final dispenser. She carefully put het feet up on the other side of the old booth, leaning back into the plush comforts of the red vinyl.

Ruthie pulls at the hair tie that was taught around her thick curls, making her hair fall down over her shoulders. Her tired fingers massaged aimlessly over her scalp as she retrieved her phone from the pocket of her apron, looking at the notifications she had missed during her shift. A new group chat had been created, with her younger brother Sweet Pea and a few of his regular companions, along with a handful of phone numbers that Ruthie didn’t recognize. It was a video, and a blurry one at that. Two boys with skinny legs and dark-wash jeans, who Ruthie could only assume to be Sweet Pea and Fangs, were running up the bleachers at the high school. The video’s sound was almost unintelligible but Ruthie could hear the tell tale cheering of the River Vixens giving their best “Go Bulldogs!”

The homecoming game; Sweet Pea and Fangs were at the homecoming game. The video panned out as the two boys got to the top of the home team bleachers before unbuckling their belts and taking their pants down, mooning the crowd.

The video cuts out after Toni yells a high pitched “Oh shit!”, and after that Ruthie could only assume that the school security chased the two boys down.

She laughed loudly, throwing her phone aside to signify the end of her unofficial break. Pop Tate walks out from his office, carrying handful of loose bills. He looks at Ruthie knowingly, smirking at her as she scrambles to get back up on her feet before getting caught. Chuckling, he slides the wad of bills into her hand.

“Tip money, already gave Forsythe his cut” Pop Tate dismisses when Ruthie wrinkles her face in confusion at him.

“You talkin’ about me in here, Pop?” FP steps out of the kitchen.

“Just telling Ruthie that after you wipe down the tables and mop, you can lock up” Pop retrieves the mop bucket from the supply closet and hands it to FP before tossing a rag at Ruthie, along with a bottle of disinfectant. “You two are my hardest workers so I know you’ll get though with it quickly.”

Ruthie sighed, face falling.

“You got it, Pop. Ruthless and I will take care of it” FP said with fake charm, rolling his eyes at Ruthie when the old boss walked back into his office to grab his belongings to leave for the night.

The chime of the bell rings out as the front door closes behind Pop and Ruthie huffs, blowing strands of her hair out of her face before spraying down one of the tables, throwing her rag down with a dissatisfying wet slap. She scrubbed at the sticky marble slab, gritting her teeth at the sharp sting of pain in her lower back.

“Here, lemme grab a rag too. Help you get done quicker” FP asserts, hand coming down gingerly over Ruthie’s lower back. Ruthie shoots an appreciative glance over her shoulder

and moves to another table.

The next few moments were filled with the two cleaning in complete silence, no sounds besides the subtle hum of the dishwasher and the occasional grunt of overexertion. Ruthie wiped the sweat off her brow, wringing out the hand towel she was using. She groaned again at the silence, before walking over to the jukebox with an evil grin on her face.

“What’re you plotting?” FP calls out from the other side of the diner, pausing to see what the woman was doing.

Ruthie punched a series of buttons on the old jukebox and all of a sudden, rhythmic drum beats started from the crackly speakers:

“The night we met I knew I needed you so. And if I had the chance I'd never let you go. So wont you say you love me? I’ll make you so proud of me, we’ll make em turn their heads every place we go”

The Jukebox was filled with some of Pop’s favorite selections from his younger years, and over her time working at the restaurant Ruthie developed a particular fondness for the tune. She danced through the walkway, laughing wildly as she made her to the last few tables that needed cleaning.

FP looked up cautiously, eyes obstructed by the warm, red light from the neon sign as it streamed through the mist-soaked window. He smiled, listening to the sweet hums of Ruthie singing along to the old Ronette’s song. From the corner his eye he watched her wring out the mop, her mouth twisting in a determined line.

“I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see. For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three. Oh, since the day I saw you I have been waiting for you. You know I will adore you 'til eternity.”

Ruthie kept singing along as she dragged the mop-bucket down the expanse of the diner, mopping. She rocked from foot to foot, rhythmically pushing the mop. FP walked up to her formally, offering out his hand, which she gladly took. The mop dropped noisily as he wrapped his fingers around hers and FP pulled Ruthie close to him, spinning her around gracefully.

Ruthie giggled uneasily, taking a dizzy step away from FP.

“Be my little baby, Say you'll be my darlin” FP croaked, completely tone deaf.

“Jesus, Jones, I’m surprised all the dogs in the neighborhood aren't barking up a storm after that!” Ruthie joked, squeezing at FP’s bicep playfully as she picked up the mop to finish up.

“I’ll have you know, I was in a band back in the day!” FP defended, clutching his chest in mock-hurt.

“Oh really now?” Ruthie cocked an eyebrow at him, urging for him to divulge more information. “Who were you in a band with, Jonsey?” She chuckled.

“Me and Fred Andrews, you know Fred!” FP meets Ruthie’s eyes and she nodded, confirming with a laugh that she did indeed have the pleasure of knowing Fred Andrews. “We were the Fred Heads!” He ads excitedly, throwing up the ‘rock on’ hand gesture.

“Please tell me you were a Talking Heads cover band” Ruthie deadpans, looking at her male companion with disappointed eyes.

FP shook his head no.

“So you guys picked that name? And more importantly, you agreed on that name?” Ruthie clarified, stopping to rinse the mop and look to FP again.

“We were sixteen! How creative to you think we were back then?” He defended himself, leaning back against the milkshake bar.

“More creative than that I’d hope!” Ruthie teased, sending the man a toothy smile. “What, ‘Right Said Fred’ was taken so you guys just like ‘Yeah! That seems like it’s working’?”

Ruthie snorted with laughter when she noticed how hurt FP looked that she was trash-talking his creative endeavors like that.

“You know Andrews, Ruthless, real vain…wanted his name to be a part of whatever we called ourselves.” FP snickered, desperately trying to find a way to cover his ass and win this unspoken debate. He was failing and he knew it, but he just liked seeing Ruthie get all riled up. “Besides, it isn’t about the name; it was all about the music!”

“And the girls?”

“Well we surely weren't opposed to the attention…” FP grumbled.

Ruthie rolled her eyes at him, sliding the wet mop over the final stretch of tile before she would be finished. “I can think of like three potential names that would be better than your guys’”

“I don’t see you out here giving me any suggestions now, Ruthless” FP pointed, looking coyly at her.

Ruthie thought for a moment before offering a name:

“The Grateful Fred?”

FP rolled his eyes.

“Oh! No! I got it, The Fred Kennedys” Ruthie said excitedly.

FP groaned.

“Fred…Zeppelin?”

“Remember what I said about you being the death of me?” FP smirked, tip-toeing over the wet floor to help Ruthie put the cleaning supplies away. Everything was in it’s rightful place so FP walked over to the sink to wash his hands before heading into the break room and trading in his white apron from his Serpent jacket.

Ruthie followed behind him and he gestured for her to spin around. She complied with a laugh, lifting her hair out of the way as he untied the apron from around her. FP balls up the stained material and chucks it behind him, causing her to scoff.

“Don’t throw my shit!” She laughs, looking up at FP seriously.

The Jones man held the kitchen door open for her, turning the lights off behind him. Retrieving a heavy keyring from his jacket pocket, FP wrestles with it for a moment before procuring the correct key and locking the door to the diner.

Ruthie leaned against one of the cold metal poles outside, of the diner. Her face was awash in picturesque tones of neon red from the sign high above her. Watching her rifle through her purse to find her pack of cigarettes, FP found himself wanting to pull out his phone and take a picture of her.

Like this was a moment he was meant to keep.

Ruthie catches him staring before he’s able to, “Whatcha starin’ at?” She asks playfully. Her cigarette was hanging from between her two fingers and a soft smile played out on the corner of her lips as she exhaled a wispy mouthful of smoke.

He looks at her intensely, his worn hand coming to rake over his scruffy face.

“You,” He answers earnestly and Ruthie finds herself being taken aback by his declaration.

“Me?” Ruthie asks clumsily, her voice too loud. She looks down at her shoes, feeling embarrassed. “Why me?”

FP smirked at her, reaching out to grab her lit cigarette.

“You know why.”

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