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Unfinished 13: Riverdale

Summary: Jughead/Sweet Pea/Reader Your mom lives with you on the southside, as far into the forest as you can get. You train/work with the Ghoulies as a runner, you don’t realize this until she decides to move, you return to your childhood home, next door to the Andrews, shocked to find your dad and older brother living there still, you have to hide your connection to the Ghoulies; Jughead agrees to help; but Sweet Pea takes it the wrong way

You keep your mouth shut as your mother packs. You’re watching her, sitting on the couch, silent and half noticed as always. She glares at you, nodding as you stand shuffling over to her.

“You’ll have to go up to the Northside; couple of things left in old house, think you can grab them? The people who live there aren’t home Thursday’s so get going.” She doesn’t look at you before nodding.

You sigh pulling on your running shoes and a hoodie before throwing the hood over your face.

“What do I need?” You mom hands a crumbled piece of paper to you. You tuck the list into your pocket and start towards your old house. You’d grown up in it, with your brother and father, when they had moved out your mother and you were forced to move to the Southside. Still the neighborhood feels both like home and a stranger’s land as you walk the streets.

You watch the house for a moment, noticing the neighbors haven’t changed. You smile fondly at the faint memories, you were five, Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper had been spending the summer at your house, the inflatable pool your brother had convinced your parents to buy had been the highlight of that summer. Before your mother and you had moved as far on the Southside as possible; after your father had taken your brother and fled to some other state. Your mother told you how he was seeing another woman, how she had convinced him to move away, without you.

You step from the shadows, freezing as you hear a voice.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You turn jerking as Mr. Andrews stands in his driveway, he waves you over.

“H-hey Mr. Andrews, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare key for my old house yeah? My mom and I are moving and we needed to grab some things before we leave.” You smile hopeful, holding your hand out. He nods turning to his house and jogging up the steps, he opens the door pulling a key off the hooks he has in the entrance way.

“Here ya’ go. I didn’t know you and your mom were in town.” You furrow your brow.

“Yeah? We live on the Southside, since my dad and brother left.” He frowns, turning as a car pulls into the driveway of your old house; you duck your head shuffling over.

“I’ll just ask if they-“ You freeze again, your father stepping out of his truck, your brother from the passenger side, it’s been years, but you’d know him anywhere, you step back looking nervously to Mr. Andrews.

“My mom said-“ You quiet turning from Mr. Andrews, you re-take a step forward the key cutting into your palm.

“James?” Your voice is quiet, as you step forward again, your brother doesn’t turn, closing the door and walking towards the house.

“Hey!” You duck slightly when Mr. Andrews shouts over, both James and your father turning towards him, eyes trained on you.

“Hey uh, I used to live here and-“ You don’t finish, James pulling you into a hug.

“Y/N, you’re back in town!?!” Your father rushes over at James’ shout. You hesitate as he pulls you into a hug, after James releases you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doing back? You and your mom need something?” You frown at him.

“You still live here?” Both he and James nod looking worried.

“Mom said you moved and left with some other woman, we’ve been living on the Southside since you, uh we I guess, since we moved.” He nods, gesturing towards the door of the front of the house. You step over the threshold with them, your father’s arm not leaving your shoulders.

He offers you a glass of water; you sip at it sitting on the couch as your father paces in front of the coffee table. James sits next to you eyes tracing your father as he continues walking.

“Dad?”

“I’m fine, just, where is your mother planning on going?” He stills sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shrug.

“She didn’t tell me just that, crap. I have to be back in like ten minutes, she’ll leave without me. I should-“ You stand turning back to look at them frozen in the chairs.

“I mean I can’t stay here can I?” Your father pulls you into a hug, spinning you slightly so he now rests in between the door and you.

“Your room is still the same as when you left; so maybe some redecorating?” You shrug.

“I haven’t changed much, not really a need to redecorate.” You follow your father and brother up to your room.

“What about mom?” Your father nods, pulling his phone out and stepping back into the hall as your brother opens the door to your room. You half pay attention to the conversation, waiting for them to finish.

“So we’ll have to enroll you at Riverdale which shouldn’t be too hard to get you settled.” You nod hands unclenching from your palms. You smile at them.

“Your mom’s dropping your things off.” You nod sitting on the front steps as she pulls up, shoving a box towards you.

“There. You good?” You nod and she doesn’t respond, not even turning around as she restarts the car and drives off.

“What do you want to do? You have to do something, since James plays football so it’ll make sense for you to get up and go to school with him for practice. You should pick something to-“

“Track.”

“Track?” James quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I wanna run.” You nod to him and he shrugs.

“Alright. We’ll do track, you ready to get up at five am tomorrow?” You nod smiling as he shoves you from the steps, picking up the box and smiling.

“This all you got Y/N?” You nod and he sets the box on the bed. You can tell something upsets him but he seems to let it go for now.

“We’ll probably get pizza later if you want?”

“Cheese.” You nod hovering over the box your mother had left. You wait until he steps from the room. You pull the lid fully off glaring at the three pairs of jeans and shirts your mother left, under that rests two journals, and a folded backpack. You don’t need to open the bag to know your mother put cash in it.

“Y/N! Pizza sweetheart!” You nod walking down the stairs and standing in the kitchen, plates stacked and your father and brother leaning against the counter. You pull a slice over and eat half before your father sets his plate down.

“Y/N, you need any clothes? Other things?” You nod.

“I can get them this weekend, there’s a store nearby, yeah?” Your father nods, pulling another slice over.

Your brother lets you sleep in till half five, you know this because you wake at two am, silently crying, more nightmares. You shake your head from them, and stretch against your floor. You return back to bed, lying awake until you hear your brother’s alarm going off. You pretend to wake, shuffling to the bathroom and letting him curse as you silently move from the bathroom to his room, waiting for him.

You pull your hoodie’s hood up, curling behind your brother as he walks up.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll protect you, you’ll love my friends. They’re all really welcoming. Well besides Cheryl.”

“There are Snakes.” You comment as he directs you towards one of the student lounges.

“Yeah the serpents are here for now. Don’t worry they’re friendly.” You nod sitting down as your brother gestures to the couch. You notice a redhead boy watching you; he extends his hand a smile on his face.

“Hey I’m Archie, Archie Andrews. Pleasure to meet you.” You nod extending your hand and smiling back.

“Y/N, James’ sister.” He nods, you watch as your brother nods at the group at have walked through the door, making a beeline for Archie and all smiling.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! I’m Betty Cooper. This is Jughead Jones, and Kevin Keller.” You watch a dark haired girl walk up.

“I’m Veronica. Veronica Lodge.” You watch a group of boys walk in, dark jackets standing out for the fact they match. You watch them hover, until Jughead tilts his head slightly. They move forward as one.

“Who’s the new face?” One of them asks eyebrows furrowing.

“James’ sister. Y/N.” You nod towards them keeping your face down. You know they’re not the enemy, not since the Ghoulies scattered, but you can help but pray none of them recognize you from your home near the trailer park.

“Where you been then? We transferred here a while ago didn’t see you here.” You look to Sweet Pea, as you’ve learned his name.

“Lived on the southside.”

“How come we never seen you at Southside?” You let Fangs circle you, smirk on his face.

“I was home schooled.” You counter and he arches an eyebrow.

“Your mother a teacher then?” You shake your head.

“Learned a bit differently from you.”

The man keeps his chokehold around your neck as he walks you through the bar. He tosses you to the ground, before you can respond with more than a snarl, another man has pulled you up and is tying you to a chair.

“Small, mousey, skittish. That’s how I’d describe you, certainly not Serpent material, Ghoulie’s must’ve been desperate to use you.” One of the older Serpent’s chime in. You wait trying to even your breathing, you know the Ghoulie’s won’t come for you, they know enough to leave you for dead. You’re a Northdsider now, beyond how far they care to test their reach.

“What do you think happens to mice then?” One of the men questions the other.

“They get eaten by snakes.” One of the serpents laugh, you don’t flinch turning to watch him. Despite being tied to a chair, despite your lip bleeding and the cut and swollen bruising around your eye, you know they can’t do anything until whoever their boss is gets in.

You watch a man walking down, his serpent jacket well worn, the flannel he has on under it dulled by age as well. You see another figure walking next to him, younger, even his clothes reflect this, brighter, less worn.

“The fuck you doing to that girl.”

“Nothing yet, caught her sneakin’ around, she’s a ghoulie apparently. That’s what the other one we caught said.” The older man looks you up and down.

“She doesn’t look like she could fight hot dog, let alone a serpent.” The group laugh and you agree he must be the leader.

“What about the other one you got? Where’s he?”

“Basement. For safe keeping.”

“Jugs what you wanna do with her?” You don’t make a sound, you don’t give away you recognize him from school.

“Does James know?”

You shake your head, and he nods.

“Untie her. Let her go. She got caught in the wrong crowd.”

“Jugs, she’s a Ghoulie…”

“You just said she wasn’t a threat, what’s the point in keeping her then.” The rest of the serpents nod one of them untying you, you flex your wrists, rolling your shoulders. You lick your lips turning at staring at each of the serpents.

“What are you doing?”

“Memorizing your faces.” You smirk, before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You duck your head cringing.

“Come on Y/N not here.” You snarl, you pull your head back as Jughead looks at you.

“Come on, lets get you home yeah?” You shake your head.

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Bonding

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Unfinished 12: Riverdale

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader

Sweet Pea was the main face you remembered. Your not surprised no one notices you during the day. You haven’t officially signed up for any activities, although you spend your mornings and afternoons at track practice. The coach is more than happy to have you on the team until your registration forms go through.

You duck behind the shower stall and into the locker rooms. It’s late, too late for you to have a proper excuse for being in the school; you hope no one bothers you as you shower. You’re halfway through washing your hair when you can hear footsteps, boots moving towards the showers. You shut yours off, pulling on your skirt and hoodie as you wait, shivering and holding your breath. You hear another shower start up, stripping just as quickly and flashing yours on to at least rinse your hair. You pull the hoodie and skirt back on, shoving your track clothes and everything else into your backpack. You rush out of the school, running all the way over to the White Wyrm, scowling when you can hear voices from the back, it’s normally how you sneak in and sleep in the back room. You settle yourself a few paces away waiting for whoever is standing around to leave. You hear footsteps coming in the way you did, watching the shadows as a figure shows up.

“You showering in the school again?” One of the men’s voices asks.

“Free water. Coulda sworn someone was in there as well. Someone must’ve left a tap on.” Sweet Pea rationalizes. You’re still not sure if he remembers you, you haven’t made a point of letting yourself be seen, and as you hear them all walking off you decide you shouldn’t. Not until you’re an official student at Riverdale High. You scowl as you slip into the back window; the papers you had laid out are gone. You worry someone actually comes down, but the worry is quelled when you find the door, the only way in or out of the room besides the window still locked. You settle yourself in the usual sleeping area, tugging a crate over to do your homework. You find yourself straining to hear as you catch Sweet Pea’s voice near the door. Half excitement half fear as you can hear the handle jangling. Another man’s voice deeper and gruffer.

“It’s a supply closet. What the hell you need in there?” You relax as the door handle’s movement stops.

“Just need to put back some stuff I got the other day. Fangs let me in the other day and- Thank you.” He cuts himself off and you curl behind the crate as the door opens, thankful all your things are next to you as you cower. You try your best not to move, not to breathe and you hear him set something on the table before walking out, the door closing. You catch a glimpse of his back as the door closes. You wait ten minutes after it’s locked before you move, reaching on the table and pulling what Sweet Pea had left. It’s the registration papers you have been filling out that had vanished, as well as an almost complete track registration form, and a plastic bag with clothes. The clothes are just a plain shirt, a flannel and a pair of jeans. A belt wrapped around a beanie with an envelope in it; which you rip open confused to find cash in. You pull your bag over adding the cash from the envelope to the Ziploc bag of cash you’ve been saving from spare change and a few dollars here and there you swiped from a few wallets at Riverdale high. You don’t count it, instead putting the forms and it in your school bag and laying out the clothes for tomorrow.  You’re reading through the forms. Adding the extra details like your full name and your signature. You furrow your brows at the address; you don’t recognize it, beyond it existing in Riverdale. You tear a scrap piece of paper and write it out. You curl around your bag and wait to drift off. Thinking about talking to Sweet Pea tomorrow.

You dream of the last time you spoke. You had asked him to spend the night, your last in Riverdale, before your family had moved away. You had just turned thirteen; sneaking Sweet Pea into your room was easy. You had asked him to wait in the closet, just till you came and got him.

Your father comes in hissing and snarling about how worthless you are, this goes on for almost ten minutes. Sweet Pea almost pounces on you, pulling you into the closet, his body tangling with yours as he strokes your hair.

“I’m gonna, I swear I’ll-“ You shake your head curling into his chest. He pauses, his anger draining as he looks at you.

“Whatever you need, anything, just say the word.” You blink, nodding as you nervously move your hands to his, directing him as he leans back against the wall of your closet. He watches you shaking his head watching you almost fearfully.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He repeats watching as you move his hands lower, under the shirt, but not pulling it off yourself, you nod to him.

“Baby I can’t I-“

“Please Sweet’s.” You press your forehead to his as his hands skim against your skin. His hands rest against yours before shifting you against him once more. He keeps himself protectively wrapped around you; he seems intent on moving as little as possible despite you straddling him. You don’t mind how clumsy he is, you know you’re the same, stumbling against each other, fingers brushing into each others hair, he kisses you, it half on the mouth before he turns, properly kissing you, one of his hands moves from your back, wiping your face, you didn’t realize you were crying.

“I love you.”

You wake up tears on your face. You fold up the clothes you have putting on the replacements. You find the clothes baggy, unsurprising; you’re thankful the belt is there. You shove everything into your bag, and write a small thank you note leaving a third of the money from the Ziploc.

You’re too early for class but not enough to be part of track practice, you slip into the office before class dropping both forms to the teacher before settling into English.

You don’t speak to Sweet Pea; he’s spending the day with Toni as far as you can tell. You can hear a few of the serpents, voices you recognize. They talk about going to the Wyrm later; Sweet Pea tells them he’ll be busy. You ignore the rest of the fake argument, the play fighting that ensues as you pull up maps and input the address, finding direction from the school is easy, you draw a quick map, exiting out of it and rushing to track practice.

You finish track practice faster than you wanted, unsure why nerves are building under your skin. Pulling out the drawn map and following the lines on the paper until you come in front of a trailer, checking it’s the right address, you’re about to sneak around the back, when the door swings open.

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Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Cis Male

A ship I have with said character: Sweet Pea/Fangs

A BROTP I have with said character: Sweet Pea/Toni

A NOTP I have with said character: Sweet Pea and Veronica

A random headcanon: Sweet Pea is terrified of needles

General Opinion over said character: I enjoy his character but I wish he had more of a backstory (tbh the same with all the serpents)

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Abandoned One

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Summary: Sweet Pea/reader soulmate au- the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body.

“Okay so truth or dare then?” Jughead leans over the table swatting your milkshake slightly to look you in the eye. “Dare.” “I dare you to go up to the next person that walks through the door and say… What should we have her say?” “Fangs. Pick a word.” “Uhh Daddy?” He snorts when you shake your head. “Okay just walk up and uhh, say, Can we get dessert after dinner daddy, please?” You frown and Fangs shoves you from his side. “Go on, it’ll be funny.” He snorts nodding and you scowl before walking towards the door. As it opens you can hear the rest of the group howling with laughter, Fangs smirks as you shoot a glare and you turn to see Sweet Pea standing watching you. You sigh, shaking your head before leaning towards his ear and sighing once more. “Can we get dessert after dinner daddy, please?” You feel his hand grip your shoulder as he leans over to your ear, breathing out the words inked over your chest.

“Only if you’re a good girl, can you do that for me?” Your eyes flicker up to his as his expression doesn’t change before he walks back towards the booth. “What’s wrong you look like you saw a ghost, was the dare really that bad?” Jughead laughs, you tilt your head to Fangs. You shrug pulling your plate over. “Calm down drama queen, have some fries.” You shove Fang’s plate over and Sweet Pea laughs pointing to your shake. You roll your eyes. “Extra dessert then?” He laughs and you smirk pulling your shake over sucking down a gulp. “Well only if I’m good enough right; daddy?” You snort unable to keep a straight face as the rest of the serpents laugh as well. Jughead joins in, quieting as his food arrives. -

His hand catches your wrist as everyone is leaving, Toni shoots you a questioning look as she swings her leg over her own motorcycle, you stand next to Sweet Pea’s and Toni nods vanishing into the night. “So where to then?” He watches as you swing your leg over wrapping your hands over his waist. “Home, yours preferably. Mine’s not the best for company.” You smile as he nods starting his bike and zooming towards the trailer park.

“I’m home.” His voice isn’t quiet and you know no one else is in the trailer. “So, we need to talk.” “Yeah, of course.” “You should know;” “You and Josie, don’t worry I won’t ruin it for you. You can be with her however long you want. I just want to see you happy. I’m not exactly prime soulmate material.” “Cause you hang with teenage gangbangers? “ He snorts as he drapes himself on the couch, you sit next to him nerves radiating off your body. “Because I’m not a serpent. I can’t ever join them.” He raises an eyebrow. “You can’t? Cause your parents will kill you or whatever.” You swallow biting your lip till it bleeds. “I can show you, just don’t-“

“Freak out, yeah I won’t you’re gonna show me your words right?” He nods as you pull your shirt off. “And why I can’t be a serpent.” You unhook your bra giving him full view of the words across your chest, and that they’re intersected by three massive slashes. “What happened?” “I’m a Ghoulie, I know they’re not a gang anymore but-“ “That’s not a mark given to the Ghoulie members I’ve never-“ “It’s given to the ‘royal family’ to mark us as the next ruler of the Ghoulie’s. We are his.” “We?”

“Kurtz and I, his kids.” Sweet Pea chokes a little and you snort. “We’re adopted, not really his kids, don’t stress.” “Oh yeah no I won’t stress about the fact my soulmate was injured by her own father, who she has to go back to.” “But that-“ Sweet Pea sighs pulling you closer, you press yourself against his chest. “You’re my soulmate, mine.” Your face pinks. “But you have Josie and-“

“Look at me. You are mine. I want you.” Your face pinks more and you nod slowly as he pulls you even closer, you shift slightly straddling him and breathe out a sigh. You stare at him for a moment before you roll your hips against his humming contently as he groans under you. You laugh a little but it’s cut off as he shifts and flips you so he’s on top, caging you against the couch. “You’ll be good won’t you?” He hums. Your face pinks but you nod and he smiles leaning over to kiss you. You can feel his fingers drifting against your side ghosting over the scars you have, from your chest technically when you had jerked back under the knives. “More ghoul marks?” He presses over them slightly. “No just surgery, nothing serious.” You lie.

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Keyed In

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: Soulmate AU! Whatever your soulmate draws/ writes on their skin ends up on yours, reader constantly forgetting things and being distracted; Sweet Pea being used to it and writing reminders for her on his hands etc. Extra fluff please

“What’s on your arm?” Veronica questions and you shrug. “Groceries.” She nods reading down the list; before she laughs. “Key’s in L pocket. What does that mean?” You blink pulling over your jacket. “Oh; it’s where I put my keys. He reminds me about it when I forget.” “Did your soulmate remind you where your keys are again?” Betty asks smiling as she sits down into the conversation. “Yeah, he does that sometimes; it’s nice knowing he’s looking out for me.” “You do realize that means he knows who you are! We have to find him!!” “Or her.” “No girl has handwriting that illegible.” “Don’t be mean to him! He’s my soulmate!”

“Who’s your soulmate?” Jughead asks as he sits down. “Well I don’t know; but he’s a sweetheart. He’s always writing down where I put stuff and making sure that I remember to finish homework for class; I swear he’s the reason I’m passing english, I’d never remember when the essays are due without him.” “You know that sounds kind of creepy right? Like your soulmate is watching you all the time.” Cheryl asks and you shake your head.

“He doesn’t just do that, he’ll write his own stuff down too! Besides what do you and your soulmate write then?” You laugh when Cheryl rolls up her sleeve revealing hearts and doodles of flowers. You roll up your other arm showing her something similar. “Left arm is notes and right arm is for fun.” “Okay that tops me by a mile.” Archie laughs strings of doodled jewel’s and random notes in flowing cursive. “Wow that’s some really-“ You watch Veronica pull out a marker scribbling something on her arm, Archie frowns watching a line of circles wrap around his wrist; an arrow forms point to his left and he turns as Veronica bumps her matching arm against his.

“Oh, holy shit.” “I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out.” “I don’t pay attention when people draw on themselves! My dad said it was rude to stare!” Archie defends himself, Veronica scooting closer and linking there arms. “It’s okay Archie my parents taught me the same. It faded on his arm.” “Yeah it does that once you meet, if I draw something it’ll show up, but it wont be as vibrant, as noticeable because we’ve met, we’re not searching for each other anymore.” Cheryl and you nod at Veronica’s explanation. “Same happened for me and Betts.” “Does that mean were going on a soulmate hunt for you then?” You roll your eyes when Cheryl shakes you excitedly.

“We can look for yours while were at it!” You grin and Cheryl shakes her head. “No one soulmate at a time!.” “Fine. I guess I’m up first then.” “So all we do is keep an eye out for anyone with matching lists and reminders. Could you write something to him so we know what to look for.” Archie nods. “Uhh, okay; what do I write?” Everyone shrugs. “Just whatever you want.” You chew your lip, instead of writing you doddle a snake wrapping around your wrist. “Why a snake?” “I think he’s a Serpent, or at least in a gang he writes weird lists sometimes.” “Has he written one we can see?” “Not recently.” You shrug.

Cheryl is interviewing the Bulldogs and half of the student body grabbing at there wrists while Betty and veronica apologetically explain what she’s doing. Jughead’s on Serpent duty, asking about anyone who has a snake on them goes about as well as he expected. “Not your tattoo you idiots!” He groans as everyone laughs. “You gotta be specific Jones!” “I was; I asked if any of you had a drawn on snake!” “The fuck you think a tattoo is?” You laugh in the background sitting next to Toni. “Sorry about dragging you all to Pop’s like this.” She shrugs doodling a daisy chain on her wrist, you can’t help but stare up her arm, doodles of flowers looping up them.

“Oh; your soulmate likes flowers then?” Toni laughs. “She likes pretty things.” You nudge her arm slightly. Narrowing your eyes at the cherry that’s been drawn in the crook of her elbow. “Hidden message; sort of a way for us to recognise each other if we ever meet.” “Not exactly hidden is it.” You laugh and Toni rolls her eyes. “It is if you don’t go snooping on my arm Y/N.” You shake your head. “I didn’t mean you.” You nod gesturing to where Cheryl and Veronica have entered, Cheryl wearing her cherry print cardigan. “See?” You wave her over and she beams. “Holy fuck.” Toni mumbles. You laugh and Cheryl arches an eyebrow at you. ‘What?” “Nothing, just still trying to find my soulmate, Ronnie, can we talk to Jughead. Enjoy.” You wave slightly and leave Cheryl and Toni to talk.

“What’s wrong now Y/N?” “I’m really happy for Ronnie and Cheryl but like I was supposed to find my soulmate; I don’t want to say anything cause I feel like I’ll be whining.” You slump in your seat Kevin patting your back. “Fangs’ add another shake, vanilla right?” You nod pressing your forehead into the table. “Come on Y/N its okay to be bothered by not getting what you expect.” “I know but I feel like I’m being bitter.”

“And what if you are? Be a bitter bitch then.” You turn when Fangs slides next to Kevin and another Serpent nods to the spot next to you. “Sweet Pea, pleasure.” He smiles and you nod. ‘Y/N.” “Hey you have a snake on your wrist, did you guys tell Jones this is whoever’s soulmate he’s looking for?” “No they’re looking for me; I’m trying to find my soulmate.” Sweet Pea nods in understanding. “So what’s the sudden rush to find him?” “I just; he’s helped me through so much I just want to be able to meet him and thank him; at the least.”

“I’m sure you’ve helped him just as much.” You laugh shaking your head as you pull the shake they got you over. “I doubt it; he’s reminded me where to find my keys at least fifty times; helped me pass english by helping me study; and; just, he’s been there for me so much, even though I‘ve never met him.” “Well yeah that’s why he’s your soulmate right?” Fangs nods and you frown. “I know like everyone says that but just; ugh you remember what I was like before you met Fangs right?”’ Kevin’s nods and you finish your shake. “I should get home; call today a wrap.” “Y/N We were thinking about at the game; we could do like a cheer or something so- Oh are you going home?” You nod, yawning. “Yeah; just a little bummed over everything that, dammit.” “Whats wrong now scatter brain? You forget your wallet? You gonna dine and dash Kevin?” You shake your head chewing your lip. “I can’t find my keys; I swear i-“ “Left pocket.” Everyone turns to stare at Sweet Pea.

“You were just going to let her leave!!?” You cringe back as Cheryl shouts at him. Toni looks shocked but you can see the smile under her surprise. “Cheryl it’s fine; I get him not wanting to-“ You’re jerked back Sweet Pea pulling you back into your seat in the booth. “If you think for one second it’s cause I don’t want you; I’ll fight you in the parking lot.” “Sweet’s I don’t even remember where I put my keys; you have to write it down for me; do you really think I could take you in a fight?” “Okay bad choice but just; don’t think that okay?” You shrug. “Why wouldn’t I I mean-.”

“Hold on.” Sweet Pea pauses your pity party turning and glaring at everyone else who’ve excitedly gathered round. ‘Will you all fuck off please. I’m sure you’ll be able to pull ever detail out of us tomorrow okay. Can we have an alone moment.” Cheryl smirks arm looping wth Toni’s and dragging her, Fangs and Kevin off. Jughead nods to Sweet Pea before he, Betty, Veronica and Archie leave as well. “I would ask for you to continue but I don’t care about whatever reasons you have for thinking you’re not worth it to me. My opinion of you is not for you to decide.” He smiles warmly and you sigh. “I’m pretty useless on my own; I don’t have any good skills like you; I’m not in a gang, I can barely remember to get to school on time let alone-“ “Good thing you’re not alone then; you have me.” “But-“ He nudges your chin up  as he leans over kissing your cheek.

“Isn’t it a little better in person at least.” You swallow nodding. “Much better in person.” You add in smiling up at him. “Since we’re soulmate’s I should get to know more about you right?” “Of course; I think it only makes sense since you’ve helped me with my keys so many times you learn where I live.” You watch Sweet Pea jerk surprised. “Besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” You wink flickering your eyes to the side where Sweet Pea tracks them to see everyone piled in Cheryl’s car watching.

“How do you feel about motorcycles?” You grin as he offers you a helmet and you swing your leg over winking at the car as they all quickly look away. “So what lie are we going with? We made out for hours? We’re running away to get married? We’ve decided to start a band?” “Well one of those wont be lying.” “Which one?” You grin at him leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. “Guess.”

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Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: Pt 2 to Strongest

“Listen I don’t want to cause anything; but is everything okay between you and Sweet Pea?” You turn confused to Betty who sits next to you. “As far as I know it is; why? Is he saying something?” “No it’s just; Jughead’s been seeming more stressed lately and it seems to constantly lead back to Sweet Pea.” “I mean maybe its cause he’s been trying to actually take paying work? Since I’m taking any shifts I can at Pop’s but even then it’s not much; or near enough when it comes to being able to have any sort of savings.” Betty nods chewing her lip.

“I know it’s probably a bit late to be talking about this; but are you going to keep it?” You nod. “Yeah; I mean I thought about you know; just getting rid of it; and then about what happened to Polly; going to the sister’s giving it up for adoption but I just; I got scared. Like the thought of this kid just getting rejected right from the get go; like all the Southsider’s deal with shit, we’ve all been rejected or overlooked but the though of having abandoned it; just; I couldn’t do it.” “Well I think it’s really good that Sweet Pea’s stepping up to actually help. I was pretty surprised when he told us he got another job to help support you. It’s sweet.” “Surprised?” You furrow your brow.

“Well yeah I mean Southsider’s aren’t known for their parenting skills. I mean you’ve heard what happened to my mom.” “Like father like son.” You mutter chuckling to yourself freezing when Betty glares at you. “I can’t believe you’d imply that Jughead would do something like that to me! That’s horrible of you; just because you don’t have the mind to be safe about these things.” She snaps and you can’t help the red you see; you thankfully have the excuse to blame hormones for now. Although even as you’re saying it you’re regretting it. “It’s not an implication; it’s fact; who do you think he was slumming it with when you threw a fit and broke it off with him?” “He what?” You swallow shaking your head. “Nothing it was a low dig I didn’t- Betty wait! Fuck.” You hold your face in your hands.

“Y/N? You okay?” “I just fucked everything up. I’m gonna die.” You look up to see Toni and Cheryl standing in front of you. “Betty knows.” “Oh; well shit. I mean that’s not really your problem; it’s Jughead’s. Don’t stress about it.” Toni awkwardly pats your shoulder. “How about something to cheer you up?” “Cheryl I don’t think anything can cheer me up; why are you handing me your credit card.”

“Because yesterday Fangs told me you were stressing about clothes because you’ve been spending most of the pay checks you’ve been earning on practical things like diapers and food; like hell if I’m letting my god child be dressed in rags.” “Cheryl you don’t have to, really it’s fine.” “So I am a god-parent.” She smirks and Toni raises an eyebrow. “Well yeah, both you and Toni are like live savers for me right now and-“ “Cheryl calm down. People are staring.” Toni sighs smiling at you as Cheryl untangles herself from the hug she’s given you. ————————————————

You look confused to where Sweet Pea sits half asleep half holding a book. “What’re you doing?” “Reading?” “Sweets you just got home from a double shift you can read whatever it is later; you need to rest.” “You’re upset at me cause I’m reading?” “I don’t care about the books; just rest please.” “No not about the books; something else then.” He hums when you nod sinking onto the couch. “Betty knows; I fucked up and let it slip and now she knows and she hates me and Jughead is gonna kick me outta the serpents and-“ “Whoa hey babe, no he’s not; no he’s not; come here love. It’s okay; it’ll work out.” He moves over pulling you onto his lap instead of where you’d settled on the couch. “Did you know-“

“Babe please, please don’t tell me any weird or scary pregnancy facts” “I was just going to say I love you.” “Oh.” your face flushes and he beams. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed you know that right?” “I’m not; I’m awful and-“ “Please don’t finish that sentence or I’m going to have to start learning poetry to combat your self hatred. I love you; no matter what you look like; even if you’re gonna go all stereotypical and complain how fat and horrible you think you look, I don’t think that and nothing you can do will change my mind.” ———————————————————————————-

“Listen Y/N; I know I’ve been a huge asshole lately but I want to try to help.” “Is this cause Betty threatened to break up with you again?” “No, Betty has nothing to do with this.” “So you already broke up then?” “Will you listen? Christ I’m trying to be helpful and here you are acting like-“ “Like what Jones? You have something else to say to make her cry? Or anything to add to her stress levels? You really want to ‘just talk’ I mean it’s obvious how Betty’s not talking to you again.” “Sweet Pea this doesn’t concern you it’s between me and Y/N” Jughead snaps and you watch slightly amused as you remember the last confrontation you’d heard.

“Its about my girl so it concerns me; about my family too.” “Don’t pull that shit we both know it’s not your kid.” “Oh; so everyone knows you’re just like your dad? Abandoning your kid before they even realize what’s happening? I’ve told you before Jones; you don’t get to be involved unless Y/N needs something; does she need you?” “Well obviously I’m the actual dad.” “Did you ask her?” You sink in your seat and can feel Toni nudging you. “Stress is bad. You want to bounce?” “It is kind of fun to see them awkwardly try to fight. Does everyone really know about Sweet Pea?”

“No I think Jughead’s just trying to rile him up; FP knows though; apparently he’s livid so I’m sure Jughead is stressed from that.” “FP knows?” You laugh a little and Toni looks confused. You pull your phone out scrolling through your photos. “After that little shopping spree Cheryl dragged us on; I was putting stuff away and assumed I must have gotten it as a joke; but I guess FP snuck it in.” Toni snorts smiling and nodding. “Please you have to put the kid in that. Please.” You nod laughing looking up when you hear a cough. “Put him in what?”

“My dad got you something?” You shrug showing the picture to Sweet Pea who grins laughing. “Your dad has good taste Jughead; I’ll give him that.” Jughead rolls his eyes at the tiny leather jacket. “I don’t see why you didn’t bother finding out the gender; it would make the whole clothes shopping easier you know.” “And what would you know about that?” You shake your head at him and he shrugs. “Well if you let me help;” “You just want to get back in your dad and Betty’s good books.” “Speaking of Betty.”Toni mumbles and you turn when she walks up.

“Hey Y/N can we talk; alone.” She glares at Jughead and you nod following her out of everyone’s earshot. “I’m sorry about how I reacted earlier. I shouldn’t have been so upset at you.” Her hand brushes your shoulder. “I mean you had a right to be; you’d found out your boyfriend slept around and then knocked up one of the people he was sleeping around with.” “It doesn’t mean I should take my anger out on you.” You shrug. “You didn’t really.”

“Toni and Cheryl told me how it was stressing you out and-“ “Betty; a lot of things are stressing me out; I’m becoming a southside statistic; I’m working any chance I get at Pop’s or the Wyrm when Sweet’s doesn’t notice. He’s pulling double shifts. We’re trying to get something saved up for hospital bills; not to mention just regular baby stuff; so you being a little bitter cause your boyfriend caused all this is okay. I am also a little bitter.” “If it makes you feel better FP is making him use part of his tuition money.” “For what?” “Whatever you need according to how pissed FP was.” “I should talk to him.” “Jughead?” “No FP.” Betty nods. “Do you want company?” ———————————————————————-

You tap at the trailer door. Waiting until FP opens it. “Jughead isn’t home; but I’m guessing that’s why you’re here. Come in.” “You don’t need to make him use his money on-“ “Y/N calm down; I’m not making him; I strongly suggested it and then explained why it was the best idea; if he puts money towards the kid now; you’ll be less likely to wreak havoc later; not saying you would but just in case. Besides the rest of the Serpent’s are already pitching in and- Don’t you dare say no; we’re you’re family, and family take care of there own; besides you know what they say about baby rattlesnakes right?” “Is this another famous snake fact?”

“Yes, yes it is; baby rattlesnakes are more venomous than the adults. That kid is going to be so protected bubble wrap will be out of a job.” You laugh and FP smiles. “Seriously Y/N just cause my son doesn’t want anything to do with his kid doesn’t mean I want the same thing.” “I dunno you, being a grandfather? I can’t see it.” “I’m already retired, besides I heard your mom kicked you out; you’ll need someone to babysit who has experience.” “You heard about that?”

“Yeah, apparently you told Sweet Pea not to tell anyone? Like I said, we’re family; we’re here to take care of you. You’re a kid; you need help; please ask for it. Please.” You nod sighing. “Come here.” You lean into FP as he hugs you. “I’m sorry you’re in this mess; I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Jug; I’m sorry I can’t do more to help.”You nod wiping your eyes. “It’s okay dad don’t sweat it.” You can tell he lets the slip up go. “I won’t. I just have one request..” “I’m not naming him Forsythe if he’s a boy.” “I was going to say to not get me any of those ‘worlds best grandpa things’ but that too.” “Well now that’s all your getting.” FP glares but you can tell he doesn’t mean it. ————————————————

You frown when you see your mom sitting on the couch. She dangles the spare key in front of you before setting it on the table as she stands to hug you. “Y/N I’m so-“ “Don’t.” You cringe back and she sighs. “Honestly this entire mess can still be resolved if you just go to the sisters or-“ “Mom. Please stop.” “No you’re going to throw your entire future away for some child that the father doesn’t even want; you’re slumming it with some lesser Serpent cause he said whatever he did to get in your good books so he can sleep with you; you know that right? Whoever he is doesn’t actually care about you or the child; nobody cares about it besides you sweetheart; it would be better to just get rid of it.” “Mom just, please leave I get you think I’m making a mistake but it’s my choice and-“

“Exactly, it’s your choice you’re just a child; you can’t make a decision like this and expect to pick the right answer. Until you change your mind; until you make the right choice, the only choice I can’t be a part of this.” “I never expected you to be. It’s why I left; why I came here with-“ “Y/N I don’t care anymore. You’re free to ruin your life without me. I just came to let you know is all.” “You came to rub it in my face you’ve kicked me out of the house?” “Not to rub it in your face just to say goodbye for now; until you reevaluate your life.” She smiles as she leaves patting your shoulder. ———————————————————

You try your best not to wake Sweet Pea but when you shift over and sniffle slightly too loudly his hand twitches and he mumbles sleepily. “It’s okay Sweets; it’s nothing.” You assure him; you know you probably sound a little panicky a by product of the nightmare you’d just had. You swallow shifting backwards in the bed hoping he can’t feel you shaking. “You sure? Is Peanut okay?” “Peanut?” You watch as his face pulls back sheepishly. “Been calling him peanut in my head, easier that saying it, or the kid every time. I can stop if-“ You kiss him softly and he pulls you into his arms sighing. “It’s not peanut; just had a nightmare.” “You want to talk about it?”

“You weren’t there. I don’t know why but you just couldn’t make it and no one else was there and I was alone and-“ “Hey; hey baby it’s okay. I’ll be there I promise.” “Don’t say that.” “Well I did; and I’m going to. Can you sleep more right now its only four am.” “No I can’t.” You grumble and he smiles kissing you on the forehead. “We should probably figure out what to do whenever peanut decides to come out huh?” “Yeah I guess.” “You guess? You expect he’s just going to ask us if it’s convenient? Send us a letter or something?” You laugh shaking your head. “Just pack a bag and go to the hospital; like normal people.”

“You could always schedule it; it’d cost more but probably better in the long run.” “Oh yeah let me just call Peanut and see when he’s free.” “No babe; like a c-section. You can-“ “I don’t think that’s safe.”You shrug and Sweet Pea frowns. “ Did you know-“ “If you tell me any scary pregnancy facts I’ll cry.” “Babe… It’s just numbers about teen pregnancy; which you are, sort of. Most teen pregnancy births end in c-sections; it’s safer for everyone involved. You can’t just pretend nothing bad is ever going to happen.” “I can and I will, denial is my best friend right now.” “Y/N; what’s actually going on? It’s not just the nightmare is it.”

“My mom came over earlier.” “What did she say love?” You shake your head hiding your face in his chest. “I’m gonna end up like her and you’re going to leave; peanut won’t have his dad around and he’ll hate me.” “That’s not going to happen; you have me. I’m here; no matter what.” He kisses you and you smile into it. “I know; I love you.” “I love you too; but back to the Peanut issue. A C-section might-“ “No. That’s surgery; that’s too expensive we can’t afford that.” “Cheryl-“ “No I’m not asking anyone else to do shit for me and-“ His hand runs through your hair.

“Y/N; she almost strangled me when I told her and Betty you didn’t want a baby shower; she keeps tipping me fifties when Toni lets me take her shifts. Just ask, that’s all I’m asking.” You chew your lip. “It would make sure I could be there; you wouldn’t be in pain.” “Like FP won’t let you take off for you own kid being born…” You glare at him and he laughs. “I wouldn’t put it past him.” He coughs and you frown. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” “Sweet Pea; I can tell something just happened.”

“It’s nothing.” You watch as he snuggles closer to you, you can feel him smiling into your hair. “Sweets. Come on; I just had a nightmare. I’m having your kid; tell me what made you happy.” “That.” He grins and you look confused at him. “I had a nightmare?” “No, that’s horrible; I meant the thing you said about peanut.”

“What about him?” You chew your lip thinking back to everything you’ve said. “Is it about the C-section?” “No it’s just; don’t make me say it.” “No I legit don’t understand what’s got you so happy?” “You said he’s mine.” You nod dumbly at him. “Yes? That’s kind of a fact? Why is that making you happy?” “It’s nice to hear you say it.” You nod still slightly confused. “I mean you are his dad? You’re the one taking care of me and him.” “Or her.” He corrects grinning and you roll your eyes. “Or her; you’re the one who’s got me saying him; I think Fangs is the only one still on the ‘it’s a girl train.’ Cheryl was but Toni somehow convinced her.” ——————————————————————

You glare at Sweet Pea when he walks in. “What’s wrong?” “Cheryl agreed.” “To what? There’s a lot of things I asked her for in the- I’m joking babe, I’m joking! I didn’t ask her for anything. Besides that fancy ass crib she- IT’S A JOKE Y/N.” “The 15th at 9 am. That’s only a week early. I called FP already so he knows; so you have two weeks after that off.” “Oh, oh shit!” You watch his face and laugh when it clicks. “Yeah.” “Holy fuck we’re going to be parents.” “Yes? We’ve known for months?” “Well yeah there’s a date, and time now. It’s serious; like real, really real. Holy fuck.” He mumbles walking over to lean over to kiss you.

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“I expect you to be more stressed.” Sweet pea shrugs and you arch an eyebrow. “One, I can’t feel anything from my waist down; two since this is all scheduled I’m pretty much waiting for them to call me back.” “Surgery’s kind of a big deal.” He reaches for your hand and you squeeze it. “Didn’t you read all sorts of statistics about teen pregnancy and c-sections in the books you got?” “Well yeah; but it’s different seeing it on paper and it being you.” “How is that different?” “Well I love you; I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” “It won’t. If you start listing all the thing that can go wrong; I won’t; let you hold peanut.” “You can’t make me not hold my own kid Y/N that’s the dumbest threat I’ve ever heard.” “But it’s still a threat.” “A real threat would be putting Jones’ name on the birth certificate.” “Isn’t that what she’s doing?” Fangs question and you laugh as he drags a parade of balloons into the room. “Cheryl made me get both.”

“I get the pink and blue cause we kept it a secret but uh, why are there four; it’s not twins.” “From her and then from Toni I guess.” Fangs shrugs. “Is that a toy snake?” “Yeah, gotta make sure she loves snakes duh.” Fangs grins and you shake your head laughing. “You have to tell us the name!” Toni interrupts; Cheryl following her. “No I’ve already told you we’re not revealing that or the gender until they’re born.” “Killjoys.” Cheryl laughs smiling at you. —————————————————–

You wake up to the room being empty save for Sweet Pea curled on the chair; you watch him for a moment debating alerting him you’re awake before you can he turns back towards where you can hear the beginning of crying. “Hey whoa, no, no need to get so upset; come on you have to let mom sleep a bit; she can’t take you home unless she’s slept; I know you miss her it’s okay I do to. Now, we have- don’t look at me like that I need your help. Yeah exactly.” You watch Sweet Pea nodding as he looks down at your son, you can see his hand waving, he must have gotten it free while he was sleeping.

“Okay business time and then we can wake mom up yeah? Good; now, black or green? I was thinking green cause you know Serpents but blacks traditional. What do you think? No I’ll show you it in a second you have to help me choose, it’s a family thing after all. So; black or green.” He grins and you only hear laughter in response, you shift pretending to wake up and Sweet Pea grins. “Shit.” You hear him mumble shoving whatever he was holding into his jacket pocket, you can hear it clank and try your best not to get excited about the idea of him giving you your own key.

“Look it’s mom!” You can’t help but smile, Sweet Pea handing him over and you laugh when he cries. “Aw do you miss dad? It’s okay he’s like not even a foot away. You’re just unable to tell, you’ll get your object permanence soon.” “Hey you read some of the books!” Sweet Pea grins and you laugh nodding. “Of course; I was pregnant; I sort of had to.” Sweet Pea nods. “Hey listen this is kinda silly but can I take you out to dinner soon; like a proper date?”

“Yeah? They said I need like six weeks to heal from this; movement wise at least; but I don’t see why we can’t go to Pop’s or somewhere else later in the week when we’re a bit more coherent.” “So you mean when you’re not so drugged up you can’t feel your toes.” “Basically yes; why? We went on a date the other day.” “Yeah but I want to go on a date as a family, well like us; you know celebrating we’re a family.” You can see how his face changes, how he stutters and you can tell he’s nervous about whatever he’s planning. You laugh. “What?” His face falls as you grin. “I heard you, well the tail end of your very important conversation.” Sweet Pea’s face pales. “You did?”

“Yes, if you’re going to give me a key you know I don’t care about the colour.” Sweet Pea nods and hides his face. “Aw come on it’s not that hard to figure it out Pea.” “I know just I wanted to surprise you.” “It’s okay I’ll probably forget half of this by tomorrow.” He nods grinning.

“Hopefully.” He winks as the nurse explains you can go home, he helps you into the wheelchair and when you shiver he drapes his jacket over you. He’s distracted with loading everything into the car when you slide your hands into the pockets confused to feel an open box. You fish your hand around deeper trying to figure out where the key meant for you is instead finding a ring catching on your finger.

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Sides

Sumarry: Sweet Pea/Reader-  Sweet Pea hates the Northside, they take everything after all.

You’re fifteen when you realize just how serious the new tattoo Sweet Pea has is. He spends the night reassuring you. You insist you don’t need the reassurance he tries to give; only asking if he’s okay, if the way his nose sits means it’s broken. He pushes off your concern, joking about how his good looks are ruined. “Of course that’s what you’re worried about Y/N.” He’s about to say more but you quiet him with a kiss. “Worried about you.” You stare at your bed tracing the pattern on your sheet as he tilts your head back up, kissing you again. Your brush your hand carefully over his shoulder, you hadn’t had much blood to clean up, but the dark purple and bruise’s that are starting to form have you worried about where your hands rest as he deepens this kiss. He pulls back slightly watching as you hover your fingers over the bandage on his neck. “You’re a Serpent now huh?” He nods, his face pinching almost in pain, as the smile drops off. “It’s safest, Y/N you know what would happen otherwise.” He starts and you nod resting your head on his uninjured shoulder. “Of course, we all have to survive somehow.” You try to laugh off the grim statement; he nods smiling back in understanding before you both return to kissing each other. You don’t tell him you’re joining next week, how you’ve already started memorizing the dance. You want to surprise him.

You consider the fact he stares at the ground the entire time he talks to you once you finish surprise enough, you keep your hand around his wrist rubbing circles against his palm. “Sweets, you okay?” He nods swallowing before tugging you towards the door. He silent on the way back to your place, he doesn’t look at you. Only asking if your parents are home, you roll your eyes confirming they’ve gone out and as he walks you to the door he shyly asks if he can come in. “Sweets, what’s going on you seem?” You don’t finish your question before he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against any free skin he can find before returning to your lips to make out for a moment, he pulls away and you’re breathless. “Did you like the dance then?” “Couldn’t have practiced in front of me?” He grumbles into your neck before sucking a hickey into it. You laugh shaking your head as he leads you back to your bedroom.

“Where’re you getting your tattoo then?” He hums tracing the skin on your thigh, as you cuddle on his chest lazily making out. You’re about to respond when you hear a shriek. Sweet Pea sits up tense but your mother snarls, jerking her arms, shoving him off your bed and smacking your face as she gets between you and Sweet Pea. She grips his shoulders all but shoving him into the wall. He stumbles watching you nervously before he’s shoved out the door, your mother screaming about calling the cops. You roll your eyes at her threat, knowing they wouldn’t come all the way to the Southside for anything less than a murder.

He appears at your window an hour later, your mother having gone to bed. She’d tired herself out from yelling at you, threatening to move states. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be fine.” You breathe out a sigh as he repeats this. Running his thumb over your cheek. “Serpent’s protect their own, I’ll make sure you’re okay.” “Remember to ice your shoulder.” He nods. “Kiss for good luck?” He smirks and you laugh. “I thought Serpent’s didn’t need luck.” He shrugs smiling as he kisses you again. “Can’t hurt to have my girl make sure.”

You wake at three am. Your mother screaming at you. She has you pack a bag, drives you to your grandparent’s house on the Northside, and almost throws you out into the driveway. “This’ll teach you to schmooze around with Serpents. If you contact any of them you’ll move with me to California.” She drives off. Your grandparents welcome you with open arms despite it being almost four am. You find out an hour later your mom’s fully moved out of Riverdale, leaving you with your grandparents. You grimace as they sign everything for you to transfer to Riverdale High.

You’re not surprised when they sign you up for track practice, the one sport that trains all year round, mornings and evenings. Keeping you too busy to go anywhere but school or home. Your mother sends you a monthly allowance; enough she thinks she’s buying back your love. You excel at track, you try not to dwell on the idea about how good you are at running away from your problems but it creeps in the back of your mind. You’re stretching watching the footballers moving onto the field.

“Hey Arch. How’s training going?” He rolls his eyes nodding to the four guys running suicides on the field. “Coach is gonna kill ‘em.” You laugh nodding. “More glory for you an Reggie then right?” He nods turning as the coach calls him over. You’re not entirely sure how you managed to become friends with Archie Andrews, while most people considered him fairly stuck up by default of being popular he reminded you just enough of Sweet Pea your ignored the gossip and whispers. Neither of you hang out outside of school. You don’t have friends out of school anyways.

Archie seems almost excited after practice; you’re stretching after you last lap and watch as he walks over to you moving from the gossip mill of the rest of the jocks. “You hear about Southside?” You tilt your head at his question. “No, you know I don’t do anything outside of this.” You gesture to the track stretching out your hamstrings. “Southside High got closed, they’re all transferring here.” You raise an eyebrow. “Really? All of them? The serpents too?” You try to quell your excitement. Archie nods. “Yeah, everyone’s hyped about it, Jughead, you know him yeah?” You nod as Archie smiles. “He’s the guy dating Betty.” He clarifies and you laugh. “Arch, I know him, know most of the Southside, it’s where I grew up.” He furrows his brow nodding. “What?” You watch him as he shakes his head. “Nothing. We’re all meeting at Pop’s you in?”

It doesn’t take much convincing for your grandparents to let you go out after school. One of Archie’s smiles has them more than happy to let you go anywhere. He rolls his eyes. “It’s the footballer status, makes everyone think I’m a goody two shoes ya know.” He laughs as you elbow him, walking towards the neon sign hanging above Pop’s. “You’re not a goody two shoes? Compared to any of the Serpent’s you are.” You laugh and his hand on your shoulder stops you. “You heard the rumors about them right?” “Rumors?” He huffs. “Jesus you really don’t get out do you? Basically everyone is saying they hate Northsider’s don’t be surprised if they call you out.” “I’ll keep that in mind, you wave at Betty who scoots to make room for you. You order a shake and wait, listening to Jughead explain about the Serpents. You know most of them; you’re not surprised that Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea seem to be Jughead’s go-to group. They were always the kindest out of all of them. You’re nervous about school on Monday but try your best to shake it off, nothing had changed about besides where you lived.

You’re sitting in the student lounge, half draped over one of the arm chairs when you hear the doors open and see a few of the student’s rush out to watch the Southsider’s, they’re led by Jughead, not a surprise but you easily spot Sweet Pea, his neck tattoo fully healed, he’s glaring, and you note how much taller he seems, how his entire body seems hard and tense, most likely muscles coiled under his jacket. You find yourself standing, moving into the fold of leather effortlessly, you’re not sure if any of them recognize you, you can see Jughead’s brow furrow as he catches sight of you, and you dart around to the stairwell hoping he’ll assume you were trying to cross the hallway. You watch peering from the staircase as Veronica and Cheryl keep tension’s rising.

Fangs pulls you into a hug the minute you walk into the student lounge you watch Archie glare and Jughead tense, you cough slightly, his grip half choking you. Reggie and the other Bulldogs look ravenous, desperate for an excuse to fight. “Fucking hell, it’s been at least two years Y/N.” “Let her go.” Archie doesn’t even look up; you can hear the snarl under Fang’s breath. “Fuckin’ Northsider.” He turns sitting back down after Jughead shoots him a look. You smile again trying to convince yourself of something before you feel Fang’s hand on your shoulder. “Your grandparent’s said your mom took you with her to California. We didn’t know.” His voice is soft; you know Sweet Pea doesn’t know you’re here from his tone. “My grandparent’s said they’d send me with my mom if I went back.” You shrug sinking into the couch leaning on him. “How’s Riverdale then?” You laugh questioning him, he snorts shaking his head. “They poisoned you yet?”

You wake up before your alarm as usually pulling on your running gear and leaving a note on the hall table as you jog to school. A warm up before the coach makes you run laps and do hurdles. You don’t notice Archie or the rest of the team. You don’t notice the Serpent’s a dark blur as you run. You don’t have to close your eyes to forget, the blur from your own motion doing the work for you. You don’t need to think of anything besides putting one foot in front of the other; you couldn’t even if you wanted to. You finish another lap, watching as the coach signals for you to take five. You’re stretching confused when Archie doesn’t move over, you turn looking for him, spotting Sweet Pea and him slightly too close to be friendly. You start to walk over, watching Fangs holding Sweet Pea back. You hang back close enough to hear, but enough to not be noticed for the moment. “Hey calm down. What happened?” Fangs asks, you know he’s spotted you but doesn’t give it away. Archie rolls his eyes, Reggie and Veronica eyeing Sweet Pea with distain. Jughead arches an eyebrow. “He’s a Southsider, hates us anyways. We didn’t do anything.” Archie spits. “You have no idea what the Northsider’s have done, what they’ve taken from us, from me.” He glares face blank except for the rage behind his eyes. You watch Jughead shove him back shaking his head. “Sweet Pea let it go, it’s not his fault.” Sweet Pea turns his glare sinking on his face as he casts an angry look back to Archie. You look down to your phone, a message lighting up the screen.

-Pop’s half six. - You furrow your brow at the odd number, laughing when you realize the snake emoji means Fang’s must’ve gotten your number from someone. You’re only slightly early, sitting at a booth keeping your hood up as you cast glances out the window. You can hear a motorcycle pulling up and you wait for Fang’s to walk through the door, you try to hide the gasp when Sweet Pea walks through instead, looking almost in pain as he steps farther into Pop’s. He’s looking for someone glancing back at his phone frowning; you knit your eyebrows together as yours lights up.

-Change of snakes ;D- You roll your eyes and wait, Sweet Pea looks likes he’s trying his best to bury the nerves he’s feeling as he sits down in front of you. “Hey Fangs told me I was supposed to meet him here, but you’re his replacement?” He sounds nervous, his voice catching at the end of his question, just how you remember it. You tug your hood down; offer a half smile at his shock. “Still a Serpent then?” You nod at his jacket, at the tattoo on his neck, fully healed and exposed. Your fingers hover over it, before you pull back, his hand catching yours. “You can touch it, won’t hurt.” You nod fingers ghosting over it; he swallows glancing towards the door before the waitress sets a shake in front of you with two straws. Sweet Pea’s face pinks slightly and you laugh. “Fangs idea of helping you settle in then?” You speak between laughs. He nods shaking his head. “I didn’t know.” You offer a half smile.

“It’s okay, my grandparents said if I tried to contact any of you again I’d have to move to California with my mom. It was hell just getting my tattoo.” His head jerks up and his eyes narrow. “Your what?” You smirk, pulling your skirt up showing him the serpent tattoo that sits on the upper part of your inner thigh. “Pretty isn’t it.” “When did you-?” He shakes his head glaring. “Forget it.” He stands shoving himself backwards and out of Pop’s leaving you staring after him, scrambling to pay as you rush outside.

“Sweet Pea! Hey. What happened?” “You went an joined the Serpents and didn’t have the decency to let me know? Not even a note to get passed along?” You swallow shaking. “Did you miss the part where-“ “No did you miss the part how the serpent’s stay together, that we’re a family? You left. You abandoned everyone, you-.” He throws his hands up glaring at you. “You left everyone. You didn’t leave any trace behind, your trailer was empty by the end of the day, you abandoned everything! You abandoned the Southside! You left! You left me. You left me Y/N.” You take a step back and how heartbroken he looks about to step forward before you spot Reggie out of he corner of your eye.

“Y/N, this Southsider bothering you?” He asks looking from Sweet Pea to you. “No Reggie it’s fine, really we’re-“ “I’m leaving don’t get your panties in a knot Mantle, I won’t hurt your precious Northside princess.” He mocks growling and pulling out of the parking lot letting his bike roar to life.

“Heard you and Sweet pea got into a fight? I thought you were his girl?” Fangs lounges on the bleachers as you run the track. You don’t answer shaking your head and continuing to run. Fang jumps from the bleachers, effortlessly keeping up with you. “Come on Y/N you can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for him still?” You swallow shaking your head. “Doesn’t matter how I feel, I’m a Northsider now, scum of the earth according to him.” “Come on Y/N he doesn’t think not about you.” You slow to a jog as you finish your next lap. “Of course he does, last night when we were in Pop’s he got so angry I had a Serpent tattoo, said that I abandoned everyone, that I abandoned him. Did he really think I wanted to?” Fangs looks helplessly at you shaking his head. “Y/N he didn’t mean it like that, I’m sure..” You huff, turning towards the locker room. “Sure sounded like that.”

You duck behind the locker room door peeling your track clothes off and changing into your regular clothes. “Oh my god, you’re one of them!” You turn confused to Cheryl who glares. You sigh pulling your jeans up to cover your Serpent tattoo. “Yeah I-“ “You’re just Southside trash like the rest of them. You were lying the entire time you’ve been here. Who knows what you’ve been doing, or dealing behind closed doors.” She scoffs stepping in front of you. She offers you a snide glance and you don’t hesitate to push her against the lockers, nails digging into her shoulders. “Listen Northsider, if we’re playing sides here you’re more of a drug pusher than I am, what with Daddy’s precious side business.” You shove her back before grabbing your bag and walking out of the locker room.

You’re surprised you make it to lunch without getting called into the principal’s office but when you sit down in the student lounge, and the Bulldogs leer from the corners do you understand. Jughead appears shaking his head and beckoning you with his hand. “Since you’re Serpent you’re my responsibility. What you- where are you going?” Jughead shouts after as you turn away. “According to your right hand man, I’m just a Northside princess.” You spit out and vanish through the doors.

Your sitting in Pop’s curled into the back of one of the booths as far away from the door and the windows as you can get, nursing a milkshake and a basket of fries, waiting. It takes only an hour for Sweet Pea to walk through the doors. He sits down scowling. “Heard you threatened Cheryl, aren’t we supposed to be getting along with the Northsider’s?” “I’m not a Southsider anymore though.” You hiss back. He nods; he pays for your shake pulling you along towards the door. “Where are we-“ “Mine.” He states tugging you along to his bike.

It takes minutes to get to the front of his trailer; you’re not surprised at how everything looks the same, from the door to his bed. You stand nervously as he steps past you and pulls on your arm sitting you on the bed, knee bumping yours. “What was that argument the other day really about?” Your hand settles over his knee, his hand over yours. “You should have said something, should have let me know.. All these Northsider’s got to spend years with you.. They take everything. That’s all Northsider’s do to us.” “I know Sweets, technically I’m a Northsider. What happened while I was gone? What did they take?” You pull back as his hand moves from yours gripping against his stomach, trying to keep himself together. Your hand brushes the back of his hair, and his neck.

“Sweet Pea?” He doesn’t say anything, pulling you against his chest, sucking in a breath and sighing. You don’t say anything about the tears you can feel against your head, simply holding him as tight as you can manage. “I’m here, I’m back. It’s okay Sweets I’m still your girl, still yours.” He nods shaking only slightly, the only sign he’s upset as he rubs his face with a spare shirt from his bed. He sighs kissing your forehead before moving back to your lips. You hover your hand nervous about touching him, expecting bruises and blood spatter from his initiation. You smile hopefully, your hand finding its way around his neck as he pulls you closer to him. “Feels familiar yeah?” He laughs you smile back at him. “Not too familiar, we’ve both changed. Two years is quiet a while yeah?” He swallows glancing towards the door. “You should head home, it’s late, the Southside isn’t safe for a Northsider this late.” “Sweet pea.” You choke slightly feeling tears well up.

“You should go Y/N. can’t have Reggie or any of the other Northsider’s worry about their princess.” He shoves you off slightly and you stumble gripping back at his arm as he turns from looking at your face. “Sweets? Please can I stay? Please.” You can see him swallow, hands shaking. “Y/N, please. Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

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