“I never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near. And it’s just around the corner, darlin’, ‘cause it lives in me. No, I could never give you peace.”
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“I thought things were going great.” you know for who and what hehehehe 😏
you come to me during the week of my birthday and you give me this, this is why i threaten to disown you constantly smh (but also due to my lack of plotting skills, everything in here is subject to change for actual bittersweet canon anyways)
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She misheard him.
That was the only logical explanation that Brooke could come up with. She misheard him. She misheard him, because there was absolutely no way that Sweet Pea just looked her dead in the eye and told her that he wanted to end things.
He was still talking to her, words spilling out of his mouth at a rapid pace but she wasn’t hearing a single ounce of it. It was all she could do to just stare at him blankly, drowning out his words in the sea of thoughts that were starting to race around her head.
All she could do was shake her head
“I ... I thought things were going great,” she said, pausing as she tried to make sense of everything. “No, this doesn’t ... what the fuck, Sweet Pea? We’re good, we’ve been good.”
“Brooke ...”
His tone sounded strangled and she knew right then he’d rather be having any other conversation but this one. Emotional talks and vulnerability were well out of his comfort zone which seemed to make this all the more real that he was really telling her what she thought he was.
“I don’t get it,” she breathed. Her eyes were starting to blur, a telltale sign that tears were on there way. “No, this ... this doesn’t make any sense. Why are you doing this?”
He sighed, eyes cast down at the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt. “Look, you’re leaving in a few weeks. You’re going to be all the way in the fucking city and I’m still going to be here.”
He continued on, unease in his tone as he treaded across some of the other things that seemed to have been crossing his mind on this whole thing, but it didn’t matter. Brooke tuned him out, focusing only on the first reason he gave.
So this was about the distance, then.
This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be fucking happening.
No, no, no. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to make it, right? This was everything they’d talked about, everything she discussed with him since she enrolled at Sarah Florence. It wouldn’t be possible for them to be together constantly, but they’d make it work. They could call and text and FaceTime and she could visit him during break and maybe a couple of weekends and they would make it work.
They were supposed to be together and every single doubt and fear in her mind wasn’t supposed to come true.
But here were those fears and doubts again, bubbling up to the surface as hot, angry tears burned in her eyes, threatening to fall as she replayed the past few months. She had been terrified to accept Sarah Florence because of the distance. Riverdale wasn’t that far from New York City, but it was far enough to plant seeds of doubt in her mind. He had been the one who told her to accept, for fucks sake.
Every single second of the past few months seemed to play out for her, hindsight truly being 20/20. He’d been off for a while. She’d noticed it before, but he’d brushed it off like it was nothing. He’d been off during the weeks rolling up to graduation, at prom, even the past few weeks of summer and —
Prom.
She thought back to that night, in his tiny little bathroom, him pressed up against her as he helped get the last of the bobby pins out of her hair. How he’d held her close to him, the discomfort in eyes and the unease in his tone as he’d asked her that one odd little question.
You know I love you, right?
She’d thought it had been a weird thing to say. She loved hearing those three little words from him more than anything, but the way he phrased it coupled with his tone had just thrown her off, but she reassured him that she knew that he loved her just as well as she knew her own name.
Brooke had poured her heart out to him that night, telling him all the reasons why she knew everything with them was going to be okay because of that one little question.
She’d never realized he had asked it because he was thinking about all the ways they weren’t going to be okay.
Brooke barely tuned back into what he was saying before she cut him off. With a tone that threatened to cut like a knife, she bit out, “How long have you been planning on dumping me?”
okay first of all i love this song more than anything like ugh amazing but it also gives me vibes for the random bits of plot i made for sweet pea and brooke in this random ass time skip the show has planned for s5 (bc lets face it jordan isn’t coming back most likely so I CAN GO BUCK WILD WITH MY IDEAS THIS IS MY CANON NOW) but like the “i’ll never give you away because i’ve already made that mistake” line yes that just vibes so well with how s4 ends for them cue evil laugh
Camp Carnage, a Friday the 13th AU
↳ Sweet Pea x Brooke Holliday (OC)
“You know what they call this place, right?”
Brooke glances up, shielding her eyes from the sun. Sweet Pea’s wearing a mischievous grin, teeth gleaming as he stares down at the two girls sat by the trees. Fangs just looks bored with his friend’s antics, no doubt knowing where this is going.
Sharing a look with Midge, Brooke gives in. “What?”
“Camp Carnage.”
Falloween Theme Four: Horror, Tricks and Treats Theme One: Spooky
Warnings: Shameless smut. See AO3 tags for specifics!
Summary: When it comes down to deciding how to spend the night, Brooke just wants to go to the party. But after one look at her costume, Sweet Pea has other ideas.
Author’s Note: Written for Southside Archive’s Falloween Event, Theme One: The Classics
Summary: When Brooke took Fangs’ suggestion to respond to a job offer at a flower shop near the Northside/Southside line, she didn’t expect that she’d be getting hired by the grandmother of the guy who kinda sorta hates her guts for no reason.
Author’s Note: Written for Southside Archive’s Weekly AU ‘floral shop/florist.’ I’m currently planning to turn this into a short series because I have a lot of ideas that I couldn’t fit into this one part. Canon is severely ignored in this. All you need to know is that the merger happened, the Northside/Southside tension exists, Riot Night will not happen, and the Black Hood? Babes, we don’t know him.
