Summary: your first day alone with Sweet pea in the house, and someone pays you a visit
Warning: none
A/N: continuing this because i want to and im having fun
Getting through the following school day was like fighting for your life. You had barely gotten 3 hours of sleep and your body was gradually weighing you down as you moved through the hallways.
You were sitting in your last class of the day, barely keeping your head from lolling to the side when a note got tossed onto your desk. You woke up a little, straightening in your chair and folding out the piece of paper.
"we leave immediately after school, i borrowed a car off a buddy of mine"
You smiled gently at Sweet Peas hand writing. You turned slightly in your chair and glanced at him to let him know you got the note.
The last few minutes of class passed by in a breeze and suddenly you were packing up your things, and sliding out the door with Sweet Pea on your tail.
People couldn't help but stare when the two of you walked down the hallway. It was no secret that the Serpents had not received a warm welcome, but even after several months, the student body still side eyed a North sider and a Serpent seen together.
It most likely did look a little off. Sweet Pea was a head and a half taller than yourself, wearing his Serpent jacket as usual, the snake tattoo curling up over the collar.
And you... wore a cheerleading uniform and a bow in your hair. It was cliche in a way that tickled up along your spine. The sensation dropped even further when he reached his arm back and rested his hand on the small of your back to guide you through the door.
He lead you to the car he had borrowed, a black stationcar that was tucked away on the back of the lot.
He opened the door for you, eyes flickering across the crowd, searching for a familiar face but ultimately finding none.
You drove in silence, both tired from the long day with little to no sleep.
He pulled the car into your garage and you made sure to quickly shut the door as to not pull unnecessary attention from nosy neighbors.
"do you want something to eat?" you asked him as you made your way through the kitchen. He shrugged, pulling his jacket off as he did.
"i could eat, if you want something"
You pulled out some leftover pasta and stuff for sandwiches, spreading it out across the kitchen island.
"im gonna go upstairs and change, you can just make something to eat"
You pulled off the tight uniform with a satisfied sigh and got into some sweatpants and a larger hoodie. When you got back downstairs, the island had been cleaned up and the tv was on in the other room.
You smiled to yourself. Sweet Pea was not exactly as you had expected him to be.
He was splayed on your couch, leaned forward to avoid spilling. He had put some sort of sitcom on the tv, from the nineties.
The plate you had made with a sandwich and portion of pasta, was resting on the table next to his and your water bottle that you assumed had been filled with ice water.
"thank you" you told him quietly, and he sent you a quick smile.
"i was raised to be a good house guest"
You settled on the soft couch, pulling a blanket over you lap and grabbing your food.
"so what's the plan with keeping guard today?" you asked him. Three Serpents were spread around the outside of the house, keeping watch. Sweet pea was the only one inside, which was different from yesterday.
"the others will stay outside for now, they will get switched out around 8 tonight" he answered, not taking his eyes off the screen. You waited for him to tell you who would take over for himself, but it didnt come.
"and who switches with you?"
He stopped chewing for a quarter of a second, "no one does, i´ll just stay"
You didnt answer and so he kept talking, "its easier if its the same person inside anyway. And im the only one who isnt busy the next few weeks so it works out"
You nodded, eating your food and watching the tv and trying not to fall asleep. At some point he switched to a random action movie and that was the end of your staying awake.
You barely noticed falling asleep until you were jolted awake by loud voices. You could barely recognize your surroundings, the tv was off and the living room was cast in shadows.
It was silent for a beat, before you heard his voice. You got up from the couch, the blanket slipping off to pool at your feet. The floorboards creaked as you moved across them to the front door, the porch was lit up by the lamps linning the walls.
You leaned to the side, still hiding behind the solid wood but peeking through the window. Sweet pea was standing against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
For a second you figured he was having a smoke break, until he shifted in his position and revealed the two figures in front of him. Your heart dropped to your gut at their jackets. Ghoulies.
They looked like predators, pacing back and forth the driveway like they were gearing up to attack their prey.
Sweet Pea was a lot bigger than the two. The figures were scrawny and lanky. But they were on something, no doubt about it, and that made them threats.
You stayed far enough back that you were still concealed by the darkness, but close enough to still hear.
"...so why dont the two of your get the hell out of here" you managed to catch the end of Sweet Pea´s sentence.
"we just want to talk to her man, ain't no harm in that" one of the weasels croaked, his hand jittering at his hip.
"you are not talking to anybody" Sweet Pea told him. The two other Serpents stationed outside moved through the darkness and into view.
The two reconsidered their options for a moment, looking at each other, ultimately deciding to stay.
"Malachai has an offer he wants to make her, one im sure she wont refuse" the other one said, his face splitting into a shit eating grin.
You hear the sound of Sweet Pea pushing off the door and he moves towards them, they blink for a second and step back a beat.
"if Malachai has an offer, then he can go see FP at the Wyrm, but none of you rats are talking to her" he steps even closer, towering over them significantly.
They look at each other for a second before saving face and nodding to themselves. "yeah okay...whatever"
They look Sweet Pea up and down before slithering back to the sidewalk and getting into their car.
Sweet pea stayed outside, watching them drive off while he shot a text, probably to Jughead.
You could hear him talking to the other Serpents for a moment, discussing something about increasing the amount on watch. Your heart dropped even further, realizing the reality of being in danger.
You backed away from the door and went towards your left and into the kitchen to get some cold water. You were leaned against the sink, the cold granite biting at the exposed skin between your hoodie and your pants.
You heard the front door close, and then lock. He rounded the corner, typing away on his phone.
"Jugheads coming over, and he´s bringing Betty so she can spend the night with you" he told you, still typing.
He looked up from the screen, eyes flitting over your face. "you okay?"
You nodded, "yeah, fine"
He didn't press it any further, watching you for a moment from the hallway.
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Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1129
Warnings: Smut!!
Y/N: Your Name
Summary: Nervous but trusting, they explore each other slowly, their connection building through tenderness, desire, and whispered reassurances.
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The worn leather of the couch was cool against my bare thighs. Jughead’s office above The Wyrm was quiet, the usual hum of the bar below just a distant whisper. His beanie was tossed carelessly on his desk, his dark hair mussed from my fingers. We were wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten.
His lips trailed a hot, slow path from my collarbone to the strap of my tank top, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed under the hem. My own heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, but his nervousness was a palpable thing in the air between us, sweet and achingly genuine. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and serious in the low light. His thumb stroked my cheek.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered, his voice rough. “I mean, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
My heart melted. God, only Jughead. I caught his hand, lacing our fingers together. I brought his knuckles to my lips.
“I’m sure.” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I want this. I want you.”
A shuddering breath escaped him. He leaned in, capturing my mouth again, this kiss deeper, hungrier. The last threads of hesitation snapped. His hands, once tentative, grew bolder. He peeled my tank top over my head, the air cool on my skin for a fleeting second before his warmth replaced it. My own fingers fumbling with the buttons on his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders.
Soon, we were just skin, breath, and the soft rustle of fabric being shed. He lay me back against the pillows, his body a welcome weight over mine. I could feel the hard line of him against my thigh, and a fresh, liquid heat pooled low in my belly.
He kissed me again, deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands explored my body. He cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked into a tight, aching bud. A sharp gasp broke from my lips into his mouth. His mouth left mine, trailing down. He took that same nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving, sucking gently, then not so gently. Pleasure, sharp and bright, shot straight to my core. I arched off the couch, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Jughead…”
He worshipped my breasts until I was squirming, little whimpers falling from my lips. Then his kisses moved lower, over the quivering plane of my stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked up at me, one last question in his eyes.
“Please…” I breathed, lifting my hips.
He drew them down my legs, his gaze hot and heavy on me. I felt utterly exposed, completely his. He settled between my thighs, and for a moment, just looked. The intensity of it made me blush everywhere. Then he lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue was a lightning strike.
I cried out, my back bowing off the mattress. It was soft, inquisitive at first, a slow, languid stroke from bottom to top. Then he found my clit and circled it, and my vision whited out. My hands flew to the sheets, gripping tight.
“Oh, god…”
He learned my body like it was a mystery he was desperate to solve. The flat of his tongue, the pointed tip, and gentle sucks. He explored every fold, every sensitive spot, his movements growing more confident as my gasps and moans guided him. The coiled tension in my lower belly tightened, unbearably sweet. I was close, so close, teetering on the edge. But I didn’t want to fall without him.
“Jughead…” I managed, tugging gently at his hair. “Wait. I need you. Inside.”
He came up, kissing my inner thigh, his lips wet from me. His eyes were glazed with desire. He fumbled for the condom on his nightstand, his hands shaking again. I took it from him, tearing the foil with my teeth. I rolled it onto him, my touch slow, feeling him harden further under my palms. A low groan rumbled in his chest. He positioned himself, the blunt head of him pressing against my entrance. He searched my face.
“Y/N…”
“I’m sure.” I repeated, pulling him down for a searing kiss. “I’m sure.”
He pushed in.
It was a slow, burning stretch that stole my breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, taking all of him. He buried his face in my neck, a broken sound escaping him as he finally, fully sheathed himself inside me. We stayed like that for a heartbeat, joined, breathing each other’s air. The fullness was incredible, a perfect aching pressure. Then he began to move. A slow, tentative withdrawal, then a deeper, more certain thrust. Oh. A gasp punched out of me. He set a rhythm, deep and steady, each stroke dragging a moan from my throat. The friction was exquisite, building that coiled head right back up, higher and tighter than before. His hips snapped forward, finding an angle that made me see stars.
“There!” I sobbed. “Right there!”
He obeyed, gripping my hips to hold me in place, driving into that spot with relentless, perfect precision. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our ragged breaths, and my helpless, rising cries. I could feel my climax gathering, a tsunami building in the depths. My nails dug into the muscles of his back.
“I’m gonna… Jug, I’m gonna…”
“Let go.” He growled against my ear, his thrusts becoming frantic, losing their rhythm.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Please.”
His words shattered the last of my control. The orgasm ripped through me, violent and blissful, wave after wave of pulsing pleasure that clenched around him, pulling a sharp, guttural shout from his lips. He thrust once, twice more, deep and hard, and then stilled, his own release shuddering through him.
He collapsed onto me, his weight a delicious anchor. We were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. He was still inside me, and little aftershocks of pleasure trembled through my spent body with every slight twitch of his. After a long moment, he shifted to his side, taking me with him, keeping us connected. He brushed the damp hair from my forehead, his eyes soft.
“Okay?” He murmured.
I just smiled, a lazy, sated smile, and nuzzled into his chest. “More than okay.”
He kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. The silence was comfortable now, filled with the slowing beat of our hearts. His hand drifted down my spine, coming to rest possessively on the curve of my hip.
Description: The night before the drug raid with Jughead and the other Serpents, Sweet Pea confronts his feelings for his best friend.
Trope: friends to lovers
A/N: The moment I saw this scene in 3x17, I knew I had to write a prequel to it.
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You could tell something was off with Sweet Pea the moment he walked in the door. Normally so calm and composed, your best friend was fidgety and off.
“Alright, something’s wrong,” you said, unable to finally take it anymore. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Sweet Pea maintained, not keeping eye contact. “Just forget about it.”
“Does this have anything to do with the Serpents now working under Sheriff Jones?”
“No.”
“Does it have something to do with the Serpents?”
“N-No.”
If you didn’t know Sweet Pea like you did, you wouldn’t have been able to detect the barest hint of a stutter of uncertainty in his voice. “No more games, Sweet Pea,” you growled, upset at his caginess. “Either you tell me or I’m kicking you out.”
Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. “It’s…a raid.”
“A raid? But I thought Tent City was raided a while ago.”
“No, it’s not that. Jughead has organized a raid to rid Riverdale of Fizzle Rocks and whatever else the Gargoyles are selling. That’s all I can tell you.”
“Are these orders from the Sheriff?”
“No. And you can’t say anything to him or anyone else.” Sweet Pea ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have even told you.”
You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m glad you did. This seems to be weighing on you and I want to be able to help. What about this raid has you spooked?”
“We’re outnumbered. Sure, we’ll have Archie and some of the guys from El Royale, but we don’t really know exactly how many Gargoyles are out there. Or if they’re armed.” His eyes met yours and you could see the fear in them. “Hell, we don’t even know if we’re all going to make it out alive.”
“You will,” you reassured him, with more certainty than you felt. “You and the Serpents have done way more dangerous shit than this and made it out alive. This won’t be any different.” Without thinking, you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. There wasn’t much else you could do to comfort him, but it was the best you could do in the moment.
Sweet Pea was still clinging to you when you started to pull away, an intense look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. The way he said your name tugged at your heartstrings and you looked up at him, transfixed. “Just in case I don’t make it back, I want you to know something.”
“Don’t talk like that, Sweet Pea. You can tell me after you get back.”
“No.” Sweet Pea shook his head. “It has to be tonight.”
“Then what is it?” You were utterly confused, but your racing heart told you that you knew deep down what he was going to say.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sweet Pea.”
“No, I love you,” he said, desperation in his voice as he said your name again. “I have for a long time, I’ve just been too chicken-shit to say something.”
“Are you telling me this because you think something bad is going to happen to you tomorrow night?” You took a step back, looking at Sweet Pea in shock. “Tell me something, Sweet Pea: if this raid wasn’t happening tomorrow, would you have ever even told me this?”
His look away told you everything you needed to know. You felt like you’d been sucker-punched in the gut for the second time that night.
Sweet Pea started to say your name again but you cut him off with a glare. “I’m going to need you to do two things for me.”
“Anything - name it.”
“If you really feel this way about me, you’ll come back tomorrow and tell me this so I know it has nothing to do with this raid.”
Sweet Pea nodded. “And the second thing?”
“Leave.” You didn’t want to be so harsh on him, but you needed time to process everything that had just happened.
You could barely look at him as he gathered his things, making a point to leave his flannel behind.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promised, giving you one last longing look as he shut the door behind him.
*~*~*~*
You fidgeted with the sleeves of Sweet Pea’s flannel that he’d left behind, trying to take comfort in his scent and its softness. With every second the clock ticked past eight, you couldn’t help worrying. Maybe something would happen to him tonight and you turning him down last night was your only chance to actually be with him - hell, you hadn’t even kissed him last night.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
You tried to do anything and everything to distract yourself, but you hit a point where your house was spotless and there wasn’t anything more to stress-clean. It was impossible to focus on any tv show or movie, your thoughts always leading back to Sweet Pea.
The knock at your door had you jumping, your heart starting to race as you ran for the door, yanking it open after confirming it was Sweet Pea. “You’re here,” you gasped, hurling yourself into his arms. “You came.”
“Of course I came,” he chuckled, more sure of himself than the last time you’d spoken.
“How did the raid go?” You asked, stepping out of his embrace and sucking in a breath when you saw the state of his face. “Oh my god, Sweet Pea - your eye!”
“Raid went okay, but I was hoping you could fix my eye?”
It was your turn to laugh as you took his hand and led him to the bathroom to fix him up. “Of course.”
The air was thick with a tension neither of you were ready to acknowledge as you got out your first aid kit and began patching him up. Although he tried not to show it, Sweet Pea winced as you cleaned his bruised and bloodied knuckles.
It wasn’t long before he was all cleaned up and sitting on your couch, both of you giggling at the irony of Sweet Pea holding a bag of frozen peas to his face to help with the swelling on his newly-forming black eye.
“Here,” you said, still giggling as you reached over to adjust his ice pack. “How do you feel?”
“Like I got in a fight with some Gargoyles,” he sassed, groaning as he shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch.
“Is there…anything else I can do to help?” You asked, making sure the flirtatious lilt in your voice was evident.
Sweet Pea reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as his thumb ran over the back of your hand. “About last night…” he started, gazing into your eyes so you could see the truth held in them, “I meant every word I said. Yes, it might’ve been brought on by the fact that I was nervous about tonight’s raid, but it didn’t make it any less true. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sweet Pea,” you whispered, bracing a hand on his shoulder so you could straddle him. You took his face in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him for the first time.
Both of you were smiling when the kiss ended, Sweet Pea’s hands resting on your hips. “So,” he began, sliding his hands up underneath the flannel of his that you were still wearing, “when do I get to take you out?”
“Whenever you’d like,” you smirked, leaning in for another kiss.
Summary: Reggie beat’s up Y/n and Sweet pEa isn’t ok with it. Neither is Fangs and Toni or FP. BUt Jughead her brother thinks there must of been some type of misunderstanding. Which makes things wrose between him and the Serpents. Y/n’s been one of them way longer than him.
“This is going to far.” Sweet Pea shakes his head trying to control his anger.
“Agreed.” Fangs stated crossing his arms.
“They hurt Y/n. I don’t know about you but I want revenge.” Toni all but growled in defense of her friend.
“I’m right here Toni.” Y/n smiled gratefully at her best friend before turning her attention back to everyone. “And I want revenge to.” Y/n stated from her seated position, still hurting all over from the beating.
“We’ll get it princess. We will. We all will.” FP promised his daughter as he walked over to her, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Seconds later the door to the Wyrm burst open and in walked the beanie wearing teen that everyone had been trying to get ahold of.
“What happened?” Jughead said once she was fully in the bar. As he looked around he noticed pretty much everyone was there.
“Where have you been?” FP turned to his son, fuming in rage.
“I was with Betty, we had to look into something. I came as soon as I could.” Jughead shrugged his shoulders, not getting the urgency.
“We called and texted you hundreds of times.” Toni spoke up glaring at Jughead. How could he just ignore everyone trying to get a hold of him.
“Not to mention hours ago.” Fangs joined Toni in glaring at the beanie wearing boy.
“Sorry. I was busy.” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows in confusion on why everyone seemed so passed at him.
“To busy to come to the aid of your bleeding sister?!” Sweet Pea yells enraged, he took a step forward. How could he not care about his own sister then again Sweet Pea felt he shouldn’t be surprised. Jughead always seemed to only care about his Northsider friends, more than he cared about anyone else.
“We had to take her to the hospital.” Fangs added, he to stepped forward off the wall. Fangs stared at Jughead, pissed off. “You didn’t even get here till she was already discharged.”
“Do you even care?” Toni narrowed her eyes as she put the question out there.
“Of course I care.” Jughead scoffed looking over to his sister seeing her all bruised and bandaged, cut’s littered her face and neck. He could only imagine what was under her clothes. “What happened anyway? Who hurt you?”
Jughead’s lack of concern on his face and in his tone were shocking to everyone.
“Reggie and the rest of the bulldog’s. That’s who.” Y/n spat at her brother. How could he be so nonchalant about this?!
“Are you okay?” he asked although there wasn't any concern in his voice. That’s obvious.
Do I look okay?!” Y/n yelled not believing her brother just could stand there in front of her looking at her all injured and not seem to care at all. “I’m hurt, bruised, bleeding and broken. I’m in pain and one of the people I wanted here for me was my brother and he couldn’t even bother!”
“Why’d they attack you?” Jughead asks, pointing at his sister.
“Why?” Sweet Pea copied Jughead’s words while clenching his fists.
“Yes, why? I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” Jughead himself narrowed his eyes at the taller serpent.
“They targeted me, Jughead.” Y/n spoke up, getting more upset with her brother by the minute.
“Did they think you were someone else?” Jughead was trying to find a solution as to why the Bulldogs would do this.
It shocked and amazed all the serpents and not in a good way that Jughead instead of seeing his sister and caring or wanting revenge he would try to defend the one’s recognizable for almost killing his own sister.
“Stop trying to make excuses for them!” Sweet Pea yelled, slamming his hand down on the nearest table. Which happened to be the table Toni and Y/n were sitting at.
Y/n reached for Sweet Pea’s hand, hoping to calm him down. To reassure him she was there. Before Y/n turned her gaze back to her brother.
“They followed me, they conquered me and they attacked me. They knew it was me, I was the intended target for their attack… And you don’t even care.” Y/n had tears welling up in her eye’s at recalling what had happened to her and that it seemed her brother could care less about her.
“What happened to my son that loved and protected his sister? Cause that’s not what I’m seeing.” FP shook his head, eyes filled with disappointment.
“Dad-” Jughead start’s with wide eyes at his father’s words.
“They hurt her and you're defending them, trying to find an out.” FP stated raising his voice, anger and pain obvious in his words as he spoke. “Get out Jughead.”
Jughead loaded at his dad like he was crazy. He wants him to leave! “What?”
“Get out of my home. Get out of my serpent den. Till you can care about your family again, get out.” FP had made his decision. He didn’t recognize his son right now.
Jughead looked around seeing how no one is opposing his fathers statements of kicking him out.
“Not that you care but they did this to send a message.” Toni tells Jughead before he turned to leave.
“They left a letter with me when they left me to wither in pain and almost die. It was a threat, and doing this to me was only the beginning.” Y/n told her brother with anger and sadness in her eye’s. Letting out an unamused laugh shaking her head. “Hope you enjoy your Northside friends Jughead. Since you apparently care more about them than your family.”
A tear ran down her check as she looked at her brother like a stranger.
summary ➳ even the nicest guy turns violent when provoked. patience isn’t forever.
pairings ➳ sweet pea x male reader
warnings ➳ fluff, violence, reggie being an asshole, foul language, homophobia, homophobic slur, mentions of being ganged up, broken bones, blood, no use of (y/n)
author’s note ➳ i’ve always done this trope, haven’t i? 😔 previously written on closedmadness, edited. that one will be deleted.
Northsiders refusing to welcome Southsiders isn’t an unfamiliar matter in the northside of Riverdale. Nearly everyone was the same; prejudice littered across the town with judgmental stares and narrow-mindedness that serves as immaturity, their lack of human decency evident with the way they’d rather spread hatred and negativity than actually get to know the Southsiders.
It’s gotten a lot boring, if the Southside Serpents were being honest.
Being constantly picked on by Reggie Mantle and the Bulldogs while the others watched, it was getting too old and unamusing for the gang. There’s nothing new to the way Reggie spits insults after insults that doesn’t even offend them in the slightest, the lack of creativity just making him seem like an unloved child. His mouth continuously moved despite the Serpents displaying a bored look on their faces, his superiority complex getting the best of him and causing him to be blind to his surroundings.
It was supposed to be the same; get picked on, everyone ignores, the Bulldogs get tired and leave, just like that. However, a new unfamiliar presence disrupted the routine that everyone seemingly fell into.
Adorned in an indie outfit of white button down, brown vest and khaki trousers that’s almost out of place in Riverdale High from its simplicity, you hurriedly walked towards the commotion and separated the Bulldogs from the Serpents by shoving Reggie back. The jock stumbled back from the force before glaring at you, who didn’t hesitate to stand tall in front of the Southsiders without much thought.
The Serpents who were in front, Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs seemed taken aback by your protective stance, how you stood as if you were shielding them from the stupid jocks. They stared at the back of your head as you stared at Reggie, deeply unimpressed.
“Won’t there be a day where I don’t hear you making a fuss?” You asked rhetorically, sighing and adjusting the files you were holding in one arm. “It’s about time you grow up and act like your age, Mantle.”
Reggie sarcastically smiled, ignoring your remarks. “If it isn’t the nicest guy in Riverdale.” He tilted his head, “You would get nothing out of defending these fuckers, Mr. President. It’s only pointless, so get out of my way.”
“Picking on them is also pointless, what are you exactly trying to prove?” You retort, raising one of your eyebrows and shoving your empty hand in the pocket of your trousers. “This childish and immature actions must be definitely coming from being spoiled like a brat by your parents, but I assure you, you look nothing like but a pathetic attention-seeking bitch for going after people that couldn’t even give a single penny to care about you.”
A snicker erupts from behind you, undoubtedly from a couple of the Serpents, as Reggie clenched his jaw and stepped forward with a harsh glare.
“The fuck did you just say?”
“I’m sure you’re not deaf.” You fiercely met his eyes, unbothered by how he looks like he could punch you any moment. “I’m also sure what I said was true, but you’ll only prove me right if you attack me right now.” Your eyes cunningly glinted under the school lights.
Reggie grits his teeth, glares at the Serpents for a few moments before turning around to walk away, his teammates following behind.
A deep sigh escapes your lips as soon as he was out of sight, pinching the bridge of your nose under your round spectacles and turning around in your place to see the Serpents still standing there, observing you. They all plastered a curiosity on their faces since you were a new sight to them, someone who had never caught their eyes before. It’s also intriguing how you seem much more… nonchalant and mature than the other students, your atmosphere holding calmness that’s rare to find in people they’ve encountered.
“I apologize on their behalf. I know you could’ve handled it by yourselves, but settling things down is my job around here.” You formed an apologetic smile, which surprised them, along with the friendliness in your tone. No one had ever talked or looked at them like that. It was strange to interact with someone who had no malice or negativity in the atmosphere.
“Don’t be sorry!” Toni grinned, holding her hand out. “I’m Toni. These are Fangs and Sweet Pea.”
You shook her hand and introduced yourself before looking at the two guys on both of her sides, Sweet Pea’s eyes lingering on you causing you to flash him a shy smile and look back at Toni, gesturing to her pink hair. “I really like your hair, it’s pretty.”
“Thanks,” She happily fluffed her hair with her hands.
“This is probably your first time seeing me here, I’m actually the school president although Cheryl likes to act more like it.” You explained with a chuckle.
Sweet Pea raised his brows, “How come you’re not around?”
“I’ve been doing charity work for my family’s business,” You shrugged. “Teaching kids basic lessons, serving foods and drinks to people in need, visiting nursing homes, taking care of people with disability, something like that. My family’s business provide help to all community that needs a helping hand.”
Your explanation left them impressed as their eyes fell on the files in your arm, some posters and documents sticking out from it. There were also sticky notes and note tabs that shows your effort to the project, which revealed your genuineness to help people. Perhaps, Reggie Mantle was really telling the truth when he said you’re the nicest guy in Riverdale. The way you smiled was genuine and warm, as if it came from the bottom of your heart, looking at them with nothing but kindness and friendliness behind your bright eyes that sparkles in excitement.
Toni found you adorable, your softness coming off as unexpected from your sophisticated attitude. Fangs found you cool, your lack of hesitation in calling out other’s bullshit even when people were just muttering among themselves making him laugh and want to befriend you more.
Sweet Pea, on the other hand, found you endearing. You were like a bright soul that got lost in a jungle full of animals, the only sane and more human person in this town. Your soothing laugh tugs at the strings on his heart as warmth spreads across his chest, an unfamiliar feeling building up in his stomach. He admires the way you push your glasses up with one finger when it slides down, the way you furrow your brows when concentrating, the way your fingers flip the page of the files you’ve made by yourself.
You had enthusiastically joined them in class when you found out they shared the same one as you, choosing to sit near them so you’ll be able to have hushed conversations while the teacher discussed some nonsense.
Everyday, you would spend time with them despite the amount of students wanting to converse with you, becoming some sort of an unofficial member of their little circle as you share them some accomplishments you’ve achieved. Getting taught by you in their studies proved to be so much effective than listening to boring professors when Sweet Pea discovered he actually excelled at mathematics while Toni at history and Fangs at science, with Jughead not being surprised at the outcome. He did expect it since you were one of the most excellent students.
The four of them occupied the seats on the corner of the classroom, Jughead and Toni on the last row with Sweet Pea and Fangs on the front, unbothered by the subtle looks being thrown their way as you sat in front of them concentrated on a paper. You were seemingly working on another project for your family business.
Sweet Pea couldn’t help but stare at you, admiring how your structured features shift each time you come up with ideas. He wanted to ask you on something about the paperwork he was doing, but admiring you first seemed ideal in his head.
Feeling someone drill a hole on the side of your face, you turned to meet Sweet Pea’s eyes and your features softened, a warm smile spreading across your lips. He made sure to engrave it in his eyes.
“What’s up, Pea? You’re staring.” You chuckled, sounding like a soothing melody in Sweet Pea’s ears as his face also softens.
“I kinda need help with this,” He says, voice uncharacteristically quiet and warm, scooting closer to show you his notebook. “You okay with me bothering you for a bit?”
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” You shrugged and settled your pen on top of the desk, fully facing him to start explaining where he didn’t understand. Sweet Pea kept nodding each time you explained, his gaze never leaving your face yet still understanding everything you say, a subtle almost peaceful smile across his lips.
Both of you had failed to notice the three of your friends burning holes into the two of you.
“Are they…?” Jughead trailed off, pointing at you.
Both Toni and Fangs shook their heads, “Not yet, unfortunately.” They replied in sync before Fangs adds, “Though I think it’s a matter of time before Sweets make a move.”
“Bet,” Jughead smirks.
They weren’t wrong.
The Serpents and the Corefour with Kevin and Cheryl gathered in the cafeteria, unbothered by looks shot by Northsiders as they conversed among one another, light meals in front of each of them with the exception of Sweet Pea who was restlessly drumming on the table with his hands. He keeps looking back at the entrance, as if he expects someone to barge in any moment.
Toni and Fangs exchanged a glance with smirks before Jughead nudged Sweet Pea lightly to catch his attention. “Where’s your lunch?”
“Didn’t get any,” The tall serpent shrugged, but failing to hide his excitement despite his attempt.
“Right, ‘cause your boyfriend’s making you one.” Toni snickers, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Sweet Pea scoffed and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist the smile spreading across his lips.
The cafeteria doors opened as you finally enter with a lunch box and box of cupcakes in both hands, your eyes scanning across the room before falling on your boyfriend. A smile easily crossing Sweet Pea’s face when you waved enthusiastically and started rushing towards their table.
He immediately pulls you to sit on his lap and you peck him on the lips as a greeting, making your friends let out awes. You giggled after pulling away, making him smile. “What’s up, baby?”
“I made a lunch for you,” You showed him the round metallic lunch box with an excited grin. “It’s really not much, but I’m confident with my cooking skills so I promise it’s not poisonous. I also baked cupcakes!” Placing the lunch box in front of Sweet Pea on the table, you set the box of cupcakes down in the middle to ensure it wasn’t just for your lover.
Sweet Pea’s eyes sparkled in joy, his atmosphere radiating happiness that the Serpents had almost never seen him with. His anger issues tend to be the most noticeable trait of him, but ever since he got with you, they feel like it calmed down a bit. He kisses you on the cheek as a sign of gratitude before opening the lunch box and coming across his favourite foods, making his smile widen if that was possible. It made you smile softly, ruffling the back of his hair.
“Aww, aren’t there any for us?” Fangs asked, his arm thrown around Kevin’s shoulders.
“I want some too,” Toni whines beside Cheryl, attempting to reach her hand into the lunch box but being swatted lightly by Sweet Pea with a glare.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
You laughed at their interaction and gestured to the thick and big box of cupcakes, “I couldn’t make lunch so I over-baked some cupcakes. Sorry pals, maybe next time.”
Everyone letting out cheers and noises of excitement, Cheryl stands up to open the big package and distribute each, the delicious sweet scent of baked goods making them sniff it. Awing at the sight of different flavoured cupcakes, Fangs couldn’t help but take a bite of his chocolate flavoured one, letting out satisfied noises before holding it out for Kevin to have a taste.
You also picked a banana flavoured cupcake for yourself after observing their reactions, pleased at the satisfaction and pleasant surprise coating their faces. Having a mother who opened her own bakery by your house had its perks; you were able to learn how to bake and cook many things through helping her, making it your new hobby. It also helped greatly in terms of charity work — you can share foods to people who aren’t financially capable and give them the opportunity to taste what they’ve never tasted before. Your father became even more proud that you’ve found more ways than one to help the people in need.
“This is so fucking good,” Sweet Pea remarks while munching on the lunch you gave him, oblivious to the loving gaze you had on him.
Everyone watches with soft smiles on their faces, how equally in love with each other you looked despite the obvious differences between your upbringing.
It came as a shock to everyone — except the Serpents — when the news spread that the nicest guy in Riverdale and the rage filled Serpent were dating. Some people placed a bet on how long it will last, some people showed their prejudice and disappointment, some people genuinely didn’t care.
Offhanded commentators were quickly shut off when the two of you displayed affection and love towards each other and ignored them entirely. No one could even tell you in person how much you let them down for associating with the worst one of Serpents because you always acted ignorant with too much happiness. If someone were to tell you that it was a terrible choice to date Sweet Pea, they were met with your passive-aggressive remarks on questionable choices they’ve made in the past that you somehow knew about. It got terrifying, to say the least.
The difference in your upbringing, status, or anything else didn’t matter at all. Neither of you judged each other for what you are.
Sweet Pea never questioned your unconditional kindness despite feeling upset when you let assholes slide, instead choosing to get angry at them for your sake. You never questioned his status as a gang member despite the several unpleasant rumours about Southside Serpents, instead choosing to learn what he does in their daily life and educate yourself.
The two of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle, as if you were each other’s missing piece. Arguments happen sometimes, but it’s quickly finished before the next day.
Really funny how the most healthy and non-toxic relationship in all of Riverdale is between a young Serpent and a young Humanitarian.
Unsurprisingly, the Serpents were quick to treat you as their own even before Sweet Pea had begun dating you. Your lack of judgment made every single one of them comfortable in your presence, often greeting you wherever you go and even helping you out when you need an extra hand, unafraid to be themselves knowing you wouldn’t think low of them. Your boyfriend’s friends were the most happiest at how their gang was being treated by you; all of them had nearly forgotten what it’s like to be seen as normal.
However, one question always remained in the back of their heads.
Could you get violent if pushed hard enough?
You never were.
There’s always an angelic halo floating above your head no matter where you go and no matter how aggressive your mouth gets. Sure, you spit out impressive insults sometimes when you get truly irritated by some idiotic behaviour, but that never really changed anyone’s perspective that you couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.
You were still soft, still kind. It’s impossible to even think about you having violent outbursts, it just seems too uncharacteristic of you.
Sweet Pea was always the one to throw fists when someone insults you knowing you’d never defend yourself. He’s the hot-headed while you were the cool-headed. It’s always been like that, and everyone refused to believe otherwise. After all, how can a Humanitarian go against what they usually do — helping people?
The obnoxious sound of Bulldogs’ laughter causes your smile to vanish in an instant as they approach with Reggie in front, leading them like a pack of filthy dogs as usual. Your friends stopped as well, each displaying a look of annoyance.
“What a bunch of losers sharing lil’ cupcakes,” Reggie mocks, earning snickers from his teammates.
Veronica rolled her eyes at their childishness, “Oh my god, just leave.”
“Shut up, bitch.” Reggie spat and Veronica was quick to hold her boyfriend Archie back, shaking her head to tell him it isn’t worth it. The Bulldogs laughed when the ginger sat back down, cockiness evident on their body language.
You caught Reggie eyeing the remaining cupcakes that were left on the box and quickly pulled it away before he could even reach a hand out, not noticing the way Sweet Pea was quieter than usual despite his nemesis’ arrival. “This isn’t yours, kid. Don’t even try taking one.” You sternly scolded, moving off of Sweet Pea’s lap to sit beside him closer to Reggie.
“Don’t fucking call me kid, I ain’t one.” The jock hissed, sharply glaring at you.
“Then quit acting like one.” You retort without missing a beat.
Letting out a scoff, Reggie’s lips twist up in a sneer. “At least I’m not acting like a pathetic little fag hanging out with other fags.”
“Reginald!” Cheryl shouts with disbelief, standing up abruptly at the same time Sweet Pea slammed his fist on the table while shooting Reggie a death glare. You quickly hold his bicep to calm him down, not wanting him to get in trouble. Everyone held unpleasant looks towards the nasty slur he just uttered, disgusted by his nerve.
“Fucking asshole,” Toni spat distastefully.
The Bulldogs laughed her off to themselves like a bunch of hyenas before Reggie’s gaze fell on Sweet Pea that didn’t seem to let his fist talk this time, a knowing smirk crossing his face. “What’s up, bro? You’re too quiet, we hit you too hard last time or something?”
You scowled and looked back at your boyfriend to see him glaring threateningly at Reggie, as if he was avoiding your gaze. “What is he talking about, Pea?” You question with a stern tone, then repeated it to the jock when he doesn’t answer, “What are you talking about?”
Reggie raised his brows, “You know nothing?”
“What are you talking about, Mantle.” You emphasised through gritted teeth.
Seeming amused by your slight impatience, Reggie tilts his head and mockingly chuckles under his breath. “Your little boyfriend here seems like he doesn’t know his place, so we taught him a lesson is all. You should put a tight leash on your dog if you don’t want dudes to jump him.”
Disbelief and anger morphed on your face, about to stand up from your seat to confront him more, only to feel Sweet Pea’s arm wrap around your torso to keep you in place. “Baby, don’t.” He whispered.
“What the hell, Reggie?” Betty gives him an incredulous look.
“Unfortunate that he didn’t fight back. Would’ve long been kicked out and thrown in jail if he did.” Reggie snickered along with his teammates before walking away, flipping the box of cupcakes in the process.
You glared after them with a clenched jaw and turned to Sweet Pea, your bright eyes piercing right through him that forced him to make eye contact with you despite his urge to avoid it. “Where are you hurt?” Your tone soft yet an edge to it, a suppressed anger only noticeable by Sweet Pea.
“I’m fine,” He tries to reassure you, turning to continue with his lunch.
“No, he said they jumped you.” You shake your head sternly and grabbed his shoulder to forcefully turn his body back, freezing when he yelped in pain and flinched. Sweet Pea swallowed, cursing himself internally for proving you right on accident, and looked up at you slowly. Your face was unreadable, which brought more nervousness on him.
Everyone watched as Sweet Pea sighs defeatedly and pull down his shirt to reveal the large bruises on his collarbone, your eyes widening and getting closer to inspect if it was shattered. Luckily it didn’t seem so, but your guts told you this wasn’t the only injury he got. Glancing up at Sweet Pea, you pulled up his shirt as gently as possible. Your breath hitched; a large, purple and yellow bruises littering his ribs and stomach.
“Motherfucker,” Fangs cursed in anger as rage filled him, Toni, and Jughead— however, before anyone could react, a chair loudly slammed against the floor from the sheer force of someone abruptly standing up.
A figure was sprinting towards Reggie in a flash, forcefully turning him around by the jacket before a strong fist collided with his face and he was tackled down to the floor. Gasps erupted all over the place as everyone in the cafeteria stood up in shock upon realising it was you, fearfulness appearing on their faces when you began punching him repeatedly without remorse.
Trapping Reggie under your body, you pulled him by his jacket only to punch him square on the jaw and slam his head on the concrete floor, pained noises leaving his mouth as he attempted to protect his head and face. Two Bulldogs scrambling closer to help Reggie while one of the others rushed off to call the Principal, you grabbed the arm of the guy who tried pulling you off of their leader and twisted it before kneeing his gut, making him fall to the floor on his knees. You used it as your opportunity to pull his arm to his back and dislocate him, a scream erupting from his mouth. The other guy swings his fist in your direction, which you dodged and kicked him towards a table, quickly grabbing his head to repeatedly slam his face on the hard surface.
Speechless was an understatement to describe what they felt witnessing the horrors of your rage with some trembling, some covering their eyes, and some unable to look away.
All you saw was red.
There’s nothing in your mind but to hurt the people that hurt the love of your life, dark and bloodthirsty eyes glinting dangerously as you look at Reggie’s bloodied state again. Blood pooled beneath his head as he coughed from the pain on his abdomen and head.
No one could recognise you — the gentle and soft atmosphere you usually surrounded yourself with being replaced by cold and lethal one. Rage is supposed to be foreign for someone as nice as you, but seemed fitting in this moment, as if you’ve been building it up within yourself until it exploded. The only ever push you needed was Sweet Pea being hurt to take everything out.
You were about to walk up to Reggie again before the sound of Sweet Pea’s voice calling your name reached you through the blood boiling in your head, and you stopped. Principal Weatherbee hurriedly rushed to the commotion, a look of terror spreading across his face after seeing you standing over Reggie’s beaten up state.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Weatherbee shouts, kneeling beside Reggie, who had passed out from the pain and shock.
Sweet Pea was the only one brave and courageous enough to approach you without hesitation, calling your name first to catch your attention as he gently pulled you by your forearm. “Stop, baby. That’s enough,” He whispered.
You stared Weatherbee down with calm rage and coldness that made fear dance across his face. “You teach your students to fight square and fair if they don’t want any more worse than this,” You muttered loud enough for him to hear, voice emotionless and non-remorseful.
Shifting your glare to the remaining Bulldogs that were frozen in their spot, they flinched when you stepped forward. “Gang up on my boyfriend again and I’ll fucking kill every single one of you,” You threatened with a murderous tone which told the graveness of it, making them nod their heads vigorously and care for their leader.
Weatherbee instructed them to bring Reggie and the two injured Bulldogs to the infirmary, then looked back at you with disbelief still on his expression. “Do you know what you have done? You could get expelled.”
“You think I care?” You challenged him, tilting your head. “They should’ve been expelled for what they did to Sweet Pea, but it wouldn’t matter because he’s a Southside Serpent, right? So I did exactly what they did to make them feel what it’s like, except it was just me alone. It’s a fair fight, Mr. Weatherbee. I don’t think I should be punished for making things equal between us.” You smiled, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly before rolling your eyes and walking away with Sweet Pea’s hand in yours.
Sweet Pea pulled you down to sit with him and began inspecting your bloody, busted knuckles. You look up to see not only your friends but everyone else staring, causing you to scowl. “What?” You snarled and they all looked away in fear.
Sweet Pea shushes you with a look as you returned your gaze on him, flashing him an innocent smile. Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, he takes out a midnight blue handkerchief from his jacket pocket to gently wipe off the blood from your knuckles. “You’re lucky you didn’t break any bones on your fist.”
You chuckled, “Babe, I literally learn martial arts. And they were the ones who got their bones broken.”
“Still, shouldn’t have done that.” He replied. “Let’s go to the infirmary, you need this disinfected.”
“If you want me to actually end up killing Reginald Mantle, then I’m down.” You smirked, earning a disapproving look from him.
Sweet Pea takes your glasses that you had removed before the fight with the Bulldogs and gently places it on the bridge of your nose, adjusting it so you’ll be able to see properly. “Babe, I really don’t think you should. I love you for it, I’ll fucking watch you beat the shit out of him over again, but it wouldn’t be good news for your family business if rumours spread you have violent tendencies.” He gave you a pointed look.
You scrunched your nose, “Only when someone messes with my Sweet Pea.”
“Being violent’s my job, baby.” He chuckles.
“Not really,” You pushed up your glasses with the tip of your middle finger before leaning on the table on your elbow. “Being constantly nice isn’t my job, sweetheart. I can’t really show humanity to someone who hurts you, and I promise this wouldn’t be the last time you’ll see me take revenge for you.”
Sweet Pea sighed.
He doesn’t want your reputation to be tainted; being the bad guy is not unfamiliar for him and he was going to keep it that way if it meant nobody thought of you negatively. You’ve worked hard to build trust among the community and proved yourself a kind and helping soul, Sweet Pea didn’t want people’s perspective of you to change. But it’s actually true how people misunderstood you; all you have is basic human decency, something which some people lack, you weren’t the divine only-do-good they perceived you to be.
You’re still human despite being more helpful and nice than average, so you obviously have imperfections — that is, not being able to contain your anger when the one you love is unfairly treated. You were intelligent, but sometimes, your fists speak for yourself when assholes tests your patience too many times. Sweet Pea knew that and always tried his best to prevent you from losing your temper, although it couldn’t be helped in this case.
“You were pretty badass there, dude.” Jughead remarks after seeing you’ve calmed down, getting over the initiate shock.
Fangs agreed, “Yeah, it was dope. We didn’t know you could fight.”
“And break bones.” Kevin added, astonished.
“Fucking lit,” Toni chimes in with a box of emergency kit in her hand that she placed on the table. You raised your brows, wondering when she got out the cafeteria to get it, but smiled nonetheless.
“But wait, you said you learn martial arts.” Archie spoke next with curiosity in his expression. “Where do you learn it? Since when?”
You chuckle at their excitement and eagerness, feeling happy for the lack of judgment. Sweet Pea starts tending to your busted knuckles as you reply to the ginger head, “My father’s a professional. He’s been training me and other kids who wants to learn self defence techniques. It’s part of the business.”
“So, you’ve always known how to beat up people but never did it before?” Fangs asked.
“Yeah,” You shrug. “It’s unnecessary to result to violence all the time. No one tested my patience as far as Mantle did, he really deserved that to shut up for once. It’s absolutely effective to people who can’t mind their own damn business.” Grinning almost childishly, the gang chuckles at your new side while Sweet Pea, unamused, presses the cotton ball a little too hard on your injury causing a hiss to erupt from your mouth.
He had a glare in his eyes. “Don’t fucking do that again, you’ll get hurt. You know those scumbags would get back at you.”
Your face softened at the concerned look in his eyes, how the hands that treats you trembled slightly. “Darling,” You softly called and intertwined your fingers with his. “You know I had to. They can’t gang up on you like that, it’s not right. I couldn’t see you hurt and just let it slide.”
Sweet Pea nibbled on his lower lip nervously, still a little upset.
“I know you’re worried about my reputation and all, but I’m your boyfriend, Sweets. You come first before that.” You ruffled his hair affectionately with your uninjured hand and smiled. “I don’t care about what other people think of me, I’m still going to defend you.”
Sweet Pea stared into your sincere eyes before sighing in defeat, looking down at your injured knuckles. “Fine. But promise me you wouldn’t take any hits, I fucking hate seeing you injured.”
You chuckled at the sternness in his voice and saluted jokingly, “Copy that, boss. That can be arranged.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.
Betty raised her brows, “Okay… Has this ever happened before?” Gesturing to you.
“Uh… kind of?” You grimaced, scratching your head, as everyone gave you a questioning look. “I didn’t really beat up anyone at that time, but I might have… punched a hole through the wall.”
They widened their eyes in surprise as Cheryl drops her jaw, “The science classroom!”
You winced and nodded.
Toni laughs with a shake of her head, somehow finding the situation funny. “Who knew the nicest boy had the beast within him?” She jokes. “I’m glad to see this more human side of you. You were always so nice it was almost unsettling.”
Smiling at her, you nodded in acknowledgement. That’s a comment you always heard from people, that you were unnatural for being too kind. You were taught since childhood how to be a decent human being but to never let anyone take advantage of you, so you were just balancing it out — no one ever saw this side of yours before because they weren’t being unreasonable. You only lose your patience when pushed hard enough.
You looked at Sweet Pea to see him already getting back on treating your wound, dabbing the cotton ball gently on the cuts, making you admire his every features. It was adorable how he cared for your reputation. Made you want to make out with him right then and there, but it wasn’t appropriate for a dining place.
Everyone looks at Toni when your attention focused on Sweet Pea, shaking their heads slightly. Not certain if they were glad or scared to learn new things about you that’s been unknown for a long time.
“You don’t have to worry,” Your boyfriend speaks up without averting his gaze. “He’s not easy to piss off unless you push the wrong buttons all at once.”
“Sweet Pea’s the wrong button,” You immediately added with a grin that resembled a Golden Retriever, except it seems actually threatening. “Couldn’t care less about my haters.”
Of course, none of them disagreed to that.
The next day, Reggie walks in with his tail tucked between his legs after seeing you leaned back on your locker with Sweet Pea and the entire gang. Your mouth chewing on a bubblegum, that stupid glasses of yours resting on the bridge of your nose as usual with an outfit that reminds everyone of an elite nerd student.
Bruises and cuts littered around Reggie’s face with a prominent black eye, busted lip and swollen cheek. His steps slow to not add pressure on his injured leg and bruised torso. The students stared at him as if he was something else, probably gossiping among themselves about how he’s the one who caused the nicest boy in Riverdale seem like a completely different person.
He scoffs. You’re not the nicest boy at all.
You can’t hold that title anymore after the incident, but Reggie knew he didn’t have the guts to mock you about it when your presence alone made him cower and feel small.
As he carefully walked through the hallway, your eyes finally catches his figure and darkens almost in an instant, bright expression dropping to a blank look. Your friends were quick to become nervous seeing your almost deadly look, although Sweet Pea found it fun and amusing. Reggie looked at you as he stopped, afraid that if he walked past you’re just going to swing at him.
You cocked your head slightly, eyes burning deep into his soul as you stared at him from head to toe and circled around him like a predator watching its prey. Reggie felt uneasiness cloud his chest. He would’ve never done something like that if he knew the consequences to it.
Bumping on his shoulder that made him hiss in slight pain due to the injury on his shoulder, you returned to your place and sneered. “Where did the big bad dog go? He afraid of the faggot now or somethin’?” You laughed mockingly.
Reggie licked his lips nervously, not meeting your gaze.
You leaned your head down to forcefully look at him in the eye, grinning at the fear there. “All of this is merely a warning, Mantle. You go after my boyfriend like that again and I promise it’ll be much worse.”
Gulping, he nods his head vigorously and scrambles away when you finally decided to let him go.
Sweet Pea snickers under his breath after Reggie’s gone, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Really cool, baby. He was so fucking scared!” Smirking smugly at his laughter, you wrapped an arm back around his waist securely.
“After what happened, you probably can’t hold the nicest guy reputation anymore.” Archie remarked which causes you to laugh in agreement.
“Yeah. Besides, I don’t even know who gave me that nickname.”
“For a quick information, it was Chuck and he actually did it to mock you but it backfired.” Cheryl stated and everyone hums, finding it makes sense.
You feel a little bit glad for lashing out, knowing not everyone will perceive you as this perfectly nice guy who could do no wrong. Having that kind of expectations are truly heavy on your shoulders when you’re not even half of what they expect. Your kindness isn’t infinity nor unconditional; it wears off like any human beings, you didn’t know why people thought otherwise when it came to you. It’s impossible to keep being nice when some assholes just ganged up on your boyfriend who’s never done anything wrong.
Sweet Pea’s always been precious to you. He’s the love of your life that brightens up your day, a ray of sunshine even though he’s got anger issues and you would do anything to prevent that brightness from wearing off. Now they know not to mess with him if they don’t want to get their asses beaten.
“Hey, Sweets?”
He hummed, turning to you. “Yeah?”
You peck his lips and smile, “I love you.”
Sweet Pea smiled back, pecking your cheek. “Love you too, baby.”
Beware of the nicest guy; no one’s ever allowed to hurt your boyfriend without the consequences of getting your fist on their face.
Requested by anon: could u make a story about hermione lodge and Alice cooper dating a younger fem reader or just alice cooper???? i dont rlly care about what the storys about
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The dim hum of the Riverdale diner buzzed softly in the background as you sat at a corner booth, absently stirring your coffee. The town had always carried an air of mystery, something you found strangely magnetic when you first moved here six months ago. The people, though pleasant, kept their distance at first—except for two women who seemed to draw you in like a moth to a flame: Hermione Lodge and Alice Cooper. Both powerful, both complex, and both infuriatingly captivating.
Hermione had her polished demeanor, a sophistication that hinted at her years navigating high society in New York. Alice, by contrast, carried herself with a sharp wit and the kind of ferocity born from small-town grit. Their lives had intertwined with yours almost accidentally. At first, it was work. You’d been hired to help with PR for the town’s revitalization project, spearheaded by Hermione Lodge. Alice Cooper had joined as a media consultant.
Over time, professional boundaries blurred. What started as strategic meetings morphed into late-night brainstorming sessions, then casual dinners. The line between colleagues and friends disappeared, leaving a palpable tension in its place. And then, the night of the gala happened.
The town's annual gala was a shimmering affair, held in the grand ballroom of the Lodge estate. You’d spent the evening mingling with Riverdale’s elite, but your attention kept drifting to Hermione and Alice. Hermione looked stunning in a sleek black gown, her hair cascading in soft waves. Alice, in a deep emerald dress, exuded an elegance that took your breath away.
By the time the event wound down, you found yourself on the Lodge estate's balcony with both women. The air was crisp, scented with pine and the lingering notes of Hermione’s perfume.
“I have to say,” Hermione began, her voice low, “you’ve been quite the asset to this project. The town is already buzzing.”
Alice leaned on the railing, her sharp gaze softening as she regarded you. “She’s more than an asset. She’s the reason we’ve made progress at all.”
Your cheeks warmed under their attention. “You two are giving me too much credit. I’m just following your lead.”
Alice smirked. “Oh, don’t be modest. It’s one of your more endearing traits.”
The days that followed were a whirlwind. Hermione and Alice, who had once seemed so separate in your mind, began appearing together more often. At first, it felt coincidental. But as time passed, you realized they were actively seeking you out—coffee runs turned into shared lunches, which became intimate dinners at the Pembrooke or Alice’s cozy home.
One evening, while sitting by the fireplace in Alice’s living room, the tension finally snapped.
Alice poured herself a glass of wine and handed you one as well, her fingers grazing yours in a way that felt deliberate. Hermione sat on the opposite end of the couch, her gaze warm yet assessing.
“You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with us,” Hermione said, her tone teasing but her eyes serious.
“I suppose I have,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
Alice smirked. “And you haven’t complained once.”
You laughed nervously. “Why would I? You’re both… amazing.”
Hermione tilted her head. “Amazing how?”
You hesitated, caught in their dual focus. Finally, you decided to take the leap. “You’re both strong, intelligent, and—well, gorgeous. It’s hard not to be drawn to you.”
The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you feared you’d misread the situation. Then Hermione leaned forward, her hand brushing against yours. “The feeling is mutual, darling.”
Alice set her wine glass down and moved closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not imagining this. We’ve both been drawn to you for some time now.”
Your heart raced as their words sank in. Hermione’s hand slid over yours, while Alice’s fingers traced a line along your arm. It felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to end.
Navigating a relationship with two powerful women wasn’t without its challenges, but Hermione and Alice were nothing if not communicative. They both insisted on honesty and consent at every step, ensuring you felt comfortable as the dynamic evolved.
Hermione’s love came in the form of grand gestures—lavish dinners, surprise gifts, and weekends away at luxury resorts. Alice, on the other hand, showed her affection through quiet acts of care—bringing you tea when you worked late, remembering the little details you shared, and defending you fiercely when anyone dared to question your place in their lives.
Despite their differences, they complemented each other beautifully, and you found yourself falling for them both in ways you hadn’t anticipated.
Months passed, and your unconventional relationship with Hermione and Alice began to feel like second nature. Riverdale was a small town, and while whispers inevitably followed the three of you, no one dared to confront Hermione Lodge or Alice Cooper outright. Both women carried themselves with an air of authority that dared anyone to question their choices.
For you, the relationship wasn’t just about the allure of dating two powerful, intelligent women—it was about how they made you feel seen. Hermione’s polished exterior softened when she was with you, her vulnerability emerging in quiet moments when she let her guard down. Alice, fiercely protective and sometimes cynical, revealed a tenderness that took your breath away.
One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of meetings about the revitalization project, you found yourself at Hermione’s penthouse. The three of you had planned a quiet night in, but the tension from work hung heavy in the air.
Alice, ever perceptive, noticed your mood first. “Rough day?” she asked, sitting beside you on the couch.
You nodded, leaning into her touch as she placed a comforting hand on your back. “I just feel like I’m being pulled in a million directions.”
Hermione appeared moments later with a tray of wine glasses. “And yet you handle it all with such grace,” she said, handing you a glass.
You smiled weakly. “I don’t always feel graceful.”
Alice leaned in closer, her voice firm yet gentle. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time. You’ve got us.”
Hermione took the seat on your other side, her arm draping over your shoulders. “Exactly. You’re not in this alone, darling.”
Their words, simple yet heartfelt, brought tears to your eyes. You’d never felt so supported, so cherished.
Hermione, ever the planner, decided a weekend getaway was exactly what the three of you needed. She arranged for a trip to a secluded cabin on the edge of Sweetwater River, promising peace, quiet, and no interruptions.
The cabin was breathtaking, nestled among towering pines and overlooking the tranquil water. The first evening was spent by the fire, laughter and stories filling the air as you shared a bottle of wine.
The second day, after a morning hike, you found yourself sitting on the cabin’s porch swing with Alice. She had a way of making you feel grounded, her sharp humor balanced by a surprising softness.
“You’re quieter than usual,” she observed, her hand brushing against yours.
“Just thinking,” you replied, glancing at her.
“About?”
You hesitated before answering. “How lucky I feel. This… us. It still feels surreal sometimes.”
Alice smiled, her fingers interlacing with yours. “It’s real. And we’re not going anywhere.”
Later that evening, as the three of you sat by the fire, Hermione reached for your hand. “We’ve talked about this before, but I think it’s worth saying again. We’re in this together, and that means communication is key. If you ever feel unsure or overwhelmed, you need to tell us.”
Alice nodded in agreement. “She’s right. No holding back.”
Their commitment to making the relationship work, despite its complexities, reassured you.
Not everyone in Riverdale was as understanding of your relationship. There were snide remarks, judgmental glances, and even a few outright confrontations. But Hermione and Alice never let it faze them.
One particularly difficult day, a local columnist wrote a scathing opinion piece, questioning the morality of your relationship. The article spread quickly, and while most people in town shrugged it off, it left you feeling exposed.
Alice was the first to act, storming into the local newspaper’s office and demanding a retraction. Hermione, ever the strategist, used her influence to ensure the columnist was swiftly removed from their position.
That evening, as the three of you sat in Hermione’s penthouse, they made it clear that you weren’t alone in facing these challenges.
“People will always find something to talk about,” Hermione said, her voice calm but resolute. “But we don’t owe them anything.”
Alice nodded. “What we have is ours. Let them gossip—it doesn’t change a thing.”
Their unwavering support reminded you why you’d fallen for them in the first place.
For all the grand gestures and dramatic declarations, it was the small, quiet moments with Hermione and Alice that meant the most.
One such moment came during a rainy afternoon at Hermione’s penthouse. The storm outside had canceled your plans, and instead of venturing out, the three of you had decided to stay in. Hermione had prepared a pot of her favorite lavender tea, the delicate aroma filling the room as you curled up together on her oversized couch.
You rested your head on Hermione’s shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair. Alice sat cross-legged on the other side, a book in her lap, though she seemed more interested in watching the two of you.
“You look so peaceful,” Alice remarked, a soft smile gracing her lips.
“I feel peaceful,” you admitted, closing your eyes as Hermione’s touch lulled you into a state of bliss.
Hermione leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You deserve this. To just relax and let the world fade away for a while.”
Alice set her book aside and scooted closer, her hand brushing against your cheek as she tilted your face toward her. “Hermione’s right. You don’t always have to be the one holding everything together. Let us take care of you for a change.”
The warmth in their eyes, the sincerity in their voices—it was overwhelming in the best way. You reached for Alice’s hand, intertwining your fingers as a feeling of complete safety washed over you.
Another tender moment came one sleepless night at Alice’s house. You’d woken up in the middle of the night, your mind racing with worries about work and the ever-present judgment from certain townsfolk. Unable to fall back asleep, you padded into the kitchen, only to find Alice already there, nursing a cup of coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice soft in the stillness of the house.
You shook your head, sitting across from her at the kitchen table. “Too much on my mind.”
Alice gave you a knowing look. “Let me guess—work, and maybe a little bit of the town gossip?”
“Something like that,” you admitted with a sigh.
She reached across the table, her hand resting atop yours. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone, you know. Hermione and I—we’re here. Always.”
Before you could respond, Hermione appeared in the doorway, her silk robe flowing around her like a gentle breeze. “What’s all this?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
“She couldn’t sleep,” Alice explained.
Hermione walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. “Darling, you should’ve woken us. We’re a team, remember?”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt.
Hermione crouched beside you, her dark eyes locking onto yours. “You are never a bother. If something’s weighing on you, we want to know.”
Alice stood, walking over to stand behind you, her hands resting gently on your shoulders. “She’s right. We’re in this together, always.”
The three of you stood in the kitchen for a long while, wrapped in an unspoken promise of love and support.
On another occasion, Hermione had insisted on a spontaneous picnic by Sweetwater River. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold as you lounged on a blanket, Hermione leaning against a tree with you nestled between her legs. Alice sat nearby, her feet dangling into the cool water as she skipped stones across the surface.
“This was a good idea,” you said, looking up at Hermione.
She smiled, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I thought you could use a break. We all could.”
Alice glanced back, her expression soft. “She’s right. You’ve been working too hard lately.”
“I guess I just don’t want to let either of you down,” you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
Hermione’s arms tightened around you, her voice gentle but firm. “You could never let us down. You’re more than enough, just as you are.”
Alice stood, walking over to sit beside you. She cupped your face in her hands, her thumb brushing against your cheek. “Listen to her. You’re everything we didn’t know we needed.”
The sincerity in their voices brought tears to your eyes, and before you could respond, Alice leaned in to kiss your forehead while Hermione pressed a kiss to your temple.
Author’s Note: Holy shit y'all. It's been a hot minute, huh? I have spent a lot of time thinking about finishing this fic and I just simply must be done with this. I've got a few more chapters coming your way, and then I must bid au revoir to YBYB. It's just been so long. I love you guys so much and thanks for sticking around.
Pairing: Riverdale, FP Jones, and 19-Year-Old Reader
Description: A bet with Jughead leads to so much more than winning.
Warning: Language, Adult themes, Age Gap,
Song Inspiration: Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys (Get it?)
By the time Thursday came around, you were doubting everything. Your mind changed every five minutes. You shouldn’t tell Jug. You should have told Jug from the beginning. Well, better late than never, right? You shouldn’t even be with FP. You should be with FP and not tell Jug outright, but not hide it either. Your head cycled through every possibility all day long. You barely accomplished anything other than going through the daily motions, as you were too preoccupied with worrying over how tonight was going to go. No matter how anxiety ridden you were, you never texted FP. For one thing, you didn’t want to freak him out. He was probably already worried and didn’t need your freak out on top of his. But more than that, you trusted him. You knew this was important to him and the right thing to do overall, so you let him take the reigns. It was comforting to know that whatever ended up happening, at least you and FP would have to deal with it together.
You weren’t sure when Jug was heading over to the trailer, so you sent a text to FP after you got out of school simply asking him to keep you updated. He texted back quickly saying Jug was coming over now and he’d let you know how it went as soon as he could. You thought about doing something to preoccupy your mind while you waited, but knew that trying to do anything would be useless. So you just went home. And waited. And waited.
It felt like decades had gone by when your phone finally chimed with a text from FP asking you to come over for dinner. Was he serious? No context, no update. Just a dinner invite? You typed back furiously “uhhhh what am I walking into here, Jones?”. Fuck, it went bad. You knew it was a bad idea. Fuck.
His response came quick, but not quick enough to calm the rising anxiety in your stomach.
“He took it good. Invited Betty over too. Figured it'd be nice to get everyone on the same page right off the bat”
Oh. Okay. So Jug didn’t hate your guts. That was promising. You’d have to feel out exact how he was taking it when you got there, but knowing Betty would be there too was promising. You got yourself ready, texted Betty to see if she wanted a ride, and then you went on your merry way.
Betty had a lot of questions in the car ride over. She knew you had seen FP again because of your sleepover text escapades and you’d made some casual comments about how it was going here and there, but nothing of any substance. You kept FP from Betty mostly because you didn’t want to have to ask her to lie to Jughead. She kept the little information she had known to herself, but now that it was out in the open, she was ravenous for details. Between her and Jughead’s thirst for knowledge and inability to leave anything alone, you were shocked it had taken this long honestly. She asked how serious things had gotten and how often you saw each other and if you’d discussed any future plans. And you told her everything. Honestly, it felt nice to be able to confide in someone about your relationship.
By the time you got to the South Side, Betty was fully clued in on your life. You walked up to the trailer, letting Betty enter first. You ambled in behind her nervous as all hell. It was like telling Jug about the bet all over again, except with way more than 50 bucks at stake. FP greeted Betty with a warm hug and then turned to you. “How’s my girl?” he asked with a grin, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head before you could even get a word out.
“Oh you know, living the dream,” you responded angling your head up so he could plant a quick kiss on your lips.
“God, it’s so much worse seeing it. Like I knew it was happening but- fuck, that’s just off-putting” said Jughead, with no real malice in his voice and just a dash of pure disgust.
“Aw, stop it; they’re cute!” Betty gushed. Your cheeks turned pink at the attention, but FP made no move to let you go which comforted your anxiety.
You hadn’t really thought about the whole “my boyfriend can’t cook anything that isn’t microwaveable” thing when you had originally made dinner plans, but thankfully he had taken the initiative to order in at some point. And Chinese food was bound to make anyone agreeable to even the most uncomfortable of situations.
But luckily, things were mostly normal at dinner. Jug and FP caught up on Serpent news, while Betty filled you in on Riverdale’s mystery de jour. (She was 100% convinced that there was something funky up with that new girl and her weirdly blonde dad, but everyone else thought she was crazy. You believed her, but knew better than to get involved. You were NOT going to be the next girl knifed to a musical background because you sniffed around too hard at the insanity that followed B around). Somehow, the conversations got intertwined when FP and Betty connected the dots that maybe this weird girl’s “Farm” was where Fangs had been disappearing to, and you found yourself extremely out of the loop. You excused yourself to start dinner clean up, and, to your surprise, Jughead volunteered to help you. Not that Jughead was a necessarily unhelpful person, you just assumed he would be of more help with the discussion at hand. And that he would probably want to give you a wide birth while he processed the news that you were dating his father. Either one.
You started to silently put away leftovers and wash dishes by hand, as you couldn’t think of anything to say to each other. Silence with Jug had always been comfortable before- a time to think and write and not have to fill the void with mindless bullshit. But for the first time it felt fragile- like one loud noise and the whole trailer would blow up. You just had to say something. Anything. But before you could decide on whether or not it was stupid to talk to your best friend about the weather, he decided to point out the giant leather-clad elephant in the room.
“I’m trying really hard to not be weird about this,” he admitted while drying the plates you were washing. You blinked at him, afraid to cut him off. “I mean, logically, i’m not…opposed. Dad and I have never been particularly close and it’s not like I even live here. You’ve just always fit into a particular space in my life and now I have to find a way to fit you into a very different space.”
“I get that. And I’m not asking you to change anything for me. I know we’ve always had a bond over growing up the way we did. Independent" - i.e. neglected- "and rocky." - i.e. unstable- "And I don’t want this to change that.”
He looked mildly incredulous, “Of course it changes that. I can’t-“
You cut him off. “Yes you can". You lowered your voice and turned to look Jughead in the eye for possibly the first time in weeks. “Yes, FP is my boyfriend. Yes, I have incredibly strong feelings for him that I’m still trying to work out. But I was your friend first. And he was your dad first- a shitty one! And you’re still trying to repair that relationship. You can still talk to me about him, even the bad stuff. I’m not going to automatically take his side in everything. I knew who he was when I started seeing him, don’t think I don’t know.”
Jughead studied you like one of the boards with red string and different clues he has set up. He just stared at your with those unwavering eyes and you refused to look away, not even once. He finally found whatever he was searching for. “Okay,” he sighed. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s just going to be an adjustment period. But if you’re both happy then…” he trails off and shrugs, but you can tell there’s more thoughts in that always one-step-ahead brain of his. You wait for him to form them into a sentence. “I don’t want you to get hurt either. He wasn’t always particularly good with my mom. Or Alice. Once things settle, he gets... complacent. Stops caring.” Jughead's gaze found a point in the distance to fixate on while he thought, surely, about his own relationship with FP Jones and how once things got hard, he stopped trying with him too.
“I know. And this has only been a few weeks, I’m not expecting anything at this point. I’m not saying he’s changed because I don’t know. I wasn’t there for the before and I can’t be sure if we’re in the after. i just know that I believe he has the capability to be a good guy, and that’s enough for me to give him a chance. I see it in the way he tries now. Please don’t think I would ever date a man believing he’s still shitty.”
Jug snorts at that. “You do love to put men in their place.”
“I really, really do.” Jughead bumps his shoulder into yours and it feels good. Normal. Feels like acceptance.
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By the time Jughead and Betty left, you’d decided it was late enough to warrant you staying the night. You and FP flopped down onto the couch, coming down from a joint anxiety wave that you hadn’t even really noticed.
"That went well,” he stated to no one in particular. “I think,” he added, scrunching up his face just the tiniest bit.
“Very well,” you responded, turning towards him and tucking yourself into his side. “Jug and I talked for a little. He’s okay with it.”
FP just twisted his head to look and you and quirked it to the side, looking for more details. “It'll be an adjustment period for him,” you continued. “But nothing he can’t handle. I think he knows that this makes sense. We make sense.” You laced your fingers in between his as he kissed the top of your head.
“Good. That makes this so much easier,” he admitted, resting his head on top of yours. You sat like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, breathing slow, enjoying the silence, and sharing small kisses and light touches.
Eventually FP scooped you up and carried you to bed, where light touches became heavier and kisses became feverish, until you were both so warn out that you passed out, wrapped up in each other again.
I will never get over the Chad Michael Murray Organ Harvesting Incest Cult plot line.
Why are you, as an adult man, blonde, CMM?
Trying to get back into the flow of writing this as a full blown adult is crazy because I lack the suspension of disbelief that I had when I started writing this. Why are you dating that child, FP Jones? But for you all?? I will suspend my life if you asked.
Jughead Jones x Fem!Girlfriend!Semi-Serpent Queen!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend, Jughead, wants to fight the guy who killed your best friend, Fangs, in a match to avenge him because he didn't throw in the towel and stop the fight because Fangs told him not to, and he goes the distance and wins.
Based On: Rocky IV, but mainly this scene↓
Ever since Fangs got killed in a fight, Jughead's been blaming himself for his death. If only he threw in the damn towel. He should've. But he didn't. Because Fangs told him not to.
"Juggie, don't do this." You pleaded as he got ready to leave.
"Y/N, I have to." The raven-haired boy replied.
"Why do you have to?!" You asked as you followed him throughout the trailer he lived in and down the stairs outside the door.
"For you! For the kid you're pregnant with, 'causea me. To prove to you that I'm gonna be a good father and take care of that kid, protect him or her with my whole life. Protect you." Jughead argued in frustration as he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
"Jughead, you don't need to prove anything to anyone." You state.
"Yeah, I do." He mumbled.
"You've seen what this guy can do, Jug! What he did to Fangs! Even if you win, what have you won? Fangs is still gone! Why can't you just change your thinking like everybody else!?" You huffed.
"'Cause I'm a fighter! And a Serpent. That's why I'm made, Y/N. That's what you fell in love with; we can't change what we are." The boy explained.
"Yes, you can." You protest, your eyes pleading with him, no, begging him not to go.
"No. All we can do is go with what we are." He shook his head.
You were losing him. 'You're losing him, Y/N.' You say in your head.
"You can't go with what you are! Have you read the news?! Do you know what everybody says?! IT'S SUICIDE!! You've seen him, you know how strong he is! You can't win!!" You yelled, your eyes glistening with tears.
"Y/N..." He whispered. He never wanted to upset you. Hell, he was doing this for you, also, there's this beast inside him that he needs to get rid of, and more importantly, to avenge Fangs.
"No, maybe I can't win... Maybe the only thing I can do is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's gonna have to kill me. And to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart to stand in front of me. And to do that, he's gotta be willing to die himself. And I don't know if he's ready to do that." He sighed.
"Jug, please." You tried to get through to him one last time.
He shook his head, "I gotta go, I love you." He gave you a kiss before walking off.
Once Jughead left you alone, you walked back home and confided in your older brother, Lucas.
You were sitting on the floor in the living room, the TV was on, Rocky IV was on, Lucas sat on the couch, and as a good brother does, he was doing your hair as he listened to your rant.
"This is Rocky 4 in real life. I love him, I really do, but why can't he just stop and think what might happen! What it could do to me and our child! I lost my best friend to that guy; I can't lose the love of my life, too. It's suicide, Lucas! What do I do?" You frustratingly say. Lucas, being the wise guy he is, tried to give you some advice. He sighed,
"Pray. And hope. Love him for who he is. You know, Jughead, he's stubborn. That's all you can do. You can worry, sure, but worrying's not gonna do him, you or even the kid any good. Okay?"
Lucas put a comforting hand on your shoulder, well, he hoped it was comforting.
Lucas continued to do your hair, but he was so quiet that you knew he was gonna go with Jughead.
"You're gonna go, aren't you?" You mutter.
"Who else is gonna keep him in line? Mmm?" He joked playfully before getting serious,
"And at least one of us has to be there for him, right?"
You nodded your head gently. "Yeah. Tell him I love him, will you?"
You wanted Jughead to know how much you loved him in case he, well, died in the fight. With a soft nod, your older brother replied,
"Sure."
You gave him a 'look', "Don't do anything stupid." You state.
Lucas chuckled softly, "I won't. I promise. Come here."
He pulled you into a hug.
"I love you, big bro." You whisper.
"I love you, too, brat." He whispered back, but not without teasing you a little. You hit his shoulder with a slight pout,
"Shut up!"
Lucas just smiled, nudging your shoulder gently,
"You know I'm joking."
You clung to him a little longer before letting go.
"Home team?" You quote from Rocky V.
"Yeah. Home team." Lucas repeated. Even he was praying Jughead wouldn't get killed.
