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Sweet PeaxReader: Riot Night From Hell, Part 2

Author's note:

This is the second part to this, so if you haven't read the first I highly suggest you do, or this won't make sense! I'm trying to figure out how to make a masterlist so that all the imagines will be in one place, but it's not up yet. Again, italicized text indicates a flashback or memory.

AnYWaYs. Here's the last part to this two-shot

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against women, semi-graphic violence described.

Jughead POV:

“Hello?”, I answered the unknown number with a sickening feeling of dread.

“Juggie! Long time no see”, a very familiar voice practically sang.

“Penny. Called to brag about the impending war?”, I practically snarled. She giggled with her disgusting, sickly sweet facade.

“Oh Jughead, why brag about something so certain? You should know by now that isn't my style. No, I was calling because there's someone here that I thought should get to speak with you before I take care of her”, she quipped.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Surely she didn't have Betty? I'd narrowly gotten Toni back from those assholes; there was no way that they'd had time to find Bets, right? The growing pit of fear tightened and took hold in my middle. Before I had a chance to formulate any semblance of a response, my anxious mental rambling was abruptly cut off by the angry shouting from an all too familiar voice.

“JUGHEAD DON'T LISTEN TO THIS BITCH”.

“Y/N”, I managed to choke out. My heart had officially sank into the very bottom of my being. They had Y/N. There was an electric crackling sound followed by an agonizing shriek that made my knees turn weak. This couldn't be happening, not to her. Y/N was like the sister that Jellybean never got the chance to be for me; she'd been a constant in my life ever since we were in diapers. Hee homelife sucked, and more often than not she stayed in the trailer with me. She knew me better than anyone, even Betty. She was the first to support my novel about Jason Blossom, the first to welcome me into the Serpents. Hell, on more than one occasion she’d even beaten up the morons that bullied me. All of the memories of Y/N and I flooded my mind; all the times she showed up to my trailer in the middle of the night to escape her father, every movie she and I watched and dissected together, the stupid jokes, each time she fiercely protected me, everything.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed firmly against my chest as I surveyed the student lounge with my usual mix of disdain and disinterest in equal parts. It was just another day in hell,with the exception of the eerie sense of foreboding; the discovery of Jason’s body had cast a dark cloud over Riverdale High’s student body, that much was clear. Students walked a little faster to class, people walked in groups, and the entirety of the students seemed on-edge. Well, almost everyone.

My attention was fading in and out as Reggie ripped into Moose and Kevin before spouting his insane theories about Jason’s murder. I watched Archie struggle with the vending machine with limited interest, thoughts turning to my own theories and ideas regarding the Blossom investigation, until I heard Reggie utter my own name.

“What was it like Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason?”, the dark haired jock addressed me with a sense of near gleeful malice. I rolled my eyes back so far I almost worried they would get stuck that way like my mom used to tell me. “You didn’t do stuff to the body...like after?”.

“It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?”, I replied, disgust and disinterest written all across my face. Reggies face went from smug to angry in seconds, and it wasn’t long before he leapt over the side of the chair he previously occupied and charged at me like a bull released at a rodeo.

“Come here you little--”, Reggie started.

“Leave him alone Reggie”, Archie stepped in front of me, placing himself between the Bulldog and myself. I didn’t quite expect him to step up for me, but I guess it was just part of Archie’s personality. He was never one to allow the Bulldogs to walk all over anyone, unless of course it was only with words.

“Yes Reginald. Do leave him alone”, I heard a voice come from just across the room. I pulled myself out of my musings about Archie to turn and find Y/N leaning against the lounge's doorway. Her arms were crossed, leather jacket pulling lightly against her broad shoulders, and one of her combat clad feet leaned casually against the frame. Her face probably appeared impassive to the rest of the students, but I had known Y/N my entire life and I knew that she was pissed. Her Y/C/E were alight with anger, and her fists were tightly clenched against her arms. Y/N wasn’t fond of any of the Northside kids, but she especially hated anyone that talked down to me or Southsiders in general. She had always been overly protective of me; she always half-teased that she was my ‘big sister’, which I always refused to accept because I was 2 months older than her. She would always say that didn’t matter, it was her ‘maturity’ that made her the ‘older twin’. Regardless, his was going to end poorly for Reggie if he didn’t back off quickly.

Reggie didn’t appear fazed by her sudden arrival for more than a second or two. He scoffed, head turning from Y/N to me and back.

“And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”, he sneered. Y/N smiled her most terrifying smirk; it was the kind of smile that always looked so out of place on her otherwise sweet face, the kind that should be more than enough warning for it’s target. I noted the way Reggie’s face fell fractionally before his cocky facade returned, and I shook my head. Reggie always was a special kind of stupid, and now it was finally going to get him into trouble.

“Well Reginald, I just thought that you should have a fair warning before I’m forced to step in”, she stated simply, choosing to circle the Bulldog slowly like a snake circling its prey. It was almost poetic really; most Serpents didn’t have the correct mannerisms to actually be compared to a snake, but Y/N fit the gang’s name to a T. She was beautiful, but in a completely different way, cunning, smarter than most people, and always slow to strike-- but when she did, you were going to regret ever underestimating her or not heeding the warnings she was so clearly giving. Reggie snorted once more before turning his back on her and facing me once more.

“What, can’t fight your own battles Jones?”, he glowered. “Gotta get your butt buddy here and your Serpent Slut to step in for you?”.

I shoved to make my way past Archie but the redhead blocked my path. Y/N tapped Reggie on the shoulder in a way that seemed too gentle for the occasion. If I hadn’t been present for the previous events I wouldn’t have thought she was doing anything more than trying to gain his attention. But this was Y/N and Reggie and there was nothing innocent about it. As soon as the football player turned, he received a solid punch to the nose. He immediately reeled backwards, blood spurting from between his fingers and profanities spewing from his lips. Y/N chuckled and kicked his shins, making the Reggie fall to his knees clutching his nose and groaning. Her hand flicked out quick as lightning, long nails digging into the soft part of his right ear causing the bloody boy to howl out in pain.

By now we’d gathered the attention of everyone in the lounge. Moose and several of the other Bulldogs stood and rushed over to their friend, but not one dared step in between Y/N and her target. They all just stood tensely, watching the entire thing unfold with looks mixed between disgust, fear, and slight admiration. Veronica, Betty, and Kevin stood together off to the side watching the chaos with wide eyes. I relaxed back into a bored stance, more than happy to let Y/N do her thing. Most people would be worried about the girl in the midst of a fight with a jock twice her size, but I knew better. I watched with a sort of pride as Y/N leaned in close to Reggie’s ear, fingers still pinching his other so hard that it was beginning to draw blood.

“Now, I can let the Serpent Slut comment slide because, honestly, I don’t put much stock in the opinion of a flea-ridden mutt, but the comments about my brother over there need to stop. So, if you value the use of your pathetic face or dick again, I suggest you leave Jughead alone. Permanently.” she hissed. “And don’t think that just because I don’t go to school in this Pep-filled nightmare that I won’t hear about things. Trust me when I say I have my ways Bulldog. This is your first and final warning”.

She released his ear and stepped back. Then she turned to me with a bright smile and a new twinkle in her eye, all signs of her terrifying persona gone as quickly as it came on.

“Ready Jug?”, she asked kindly. I smirked and headed over to the door with her, exiting the school and leaving behind the still shocked faces of the students left in the lounge.

“You know I could have handled that on my own”, I teased, only half-serious. Y/N laughed out loud and shoved my shoulder with her own as we made our way down the steps outside the school.

“Oh Juggie I'm sure you could have, but what kind of big sister would I be if I didn’t help?”, she giggled, stopping for a moment to pinch my cheeks playfully. I swatted her hands away, smile still planted firmly on my face as we stepped out into the cool fall air.

Y/N was so much more than a sister to me. I'd always teased her about calling us twins, but truth be told she was right. She was my family, even more so than my parents or Jelly, because she had chosen to be in my life and actually stay in it. Y/N was the one constant factor in my life.

“Mhm, I gotta say this girl has more fight in her than the last one”, Penny simpered. “Of course we're obviously a bit more impatient than we were previously, and besides Y/N/N and I have some unfinished business of our own”.

“What do you want Penny? What's the endgame here? You've already got all of the Serpents ready to enter the Colosseum and fight, when you and I both know there's no chance of survival. What more could you possibly want at this point?”, I rasped, still reeling in shock and fear.

“I'll tell you the same thing I told your pathetic, fake little twin: don't play stupid with me Jones, you're too smart for that. You,Y/N, and your teenage wastoids did me dirty and I haven't forgotten”, she snarled. “So you'd better show up soon because while I am loving watching Riverdale burn, my patience with you Joneses is running dangerously thin”.

“Surely you know that this won't end well?”, I stated trying futilely to sound more strong than I was feeling. Penny chuckled darkly.

“Oh I know it won't Jughead, but I'm not the one that's going to lose everything. Because if you bring anyone along with you, including your dad or this one's anger management case of a boyfriend, I'll kill her on the spot. No little Red Riding hood hiding out in the woods either. You come alone or don't come at all” she threatened.

“Whichever works for me really”, Penny continued nonchalantly. “Either way I get a Jones all to myself”.

“So if I come to you, no tricks, you'll let Y/N go?”, I asked evenly.

“Course kid. Just show up alone and I'll let the little Serpent Slut go”.

“NO JUG DON'T. SHE'S A LYING FUCKING--”, I heard Y/N start to shout before her voice abruptly cut off. The sounds of sickening groaning and thudding filled the phone line.

“I'd hurry up and make a decision here Jughead. With the mouth on this one we may have to start the party early”. Penny laughed before ending the call.

My eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I threw my fist against the side of the Wyrm in anger. There were no options left, no reprieve from the shit show that had overtaken Riverdale. Y/N didn't deserve this, none of the Serpents did. I wiped my eyes futilely as the tears continued to stream down my face, and dialed the one number I knew could maybe get Y/N out of there alive.

    “This is Hiram”, Mr. Lodge answered curtly.

    “Fangs getting arrested, the riot, the Ghoulies showing up the night of the riot, with Penny in tow, taking Y/N. None of this is happenstance”, I said, half to Mr. Lodge, half to myself. It was hard to believe that all this could be orchestrated by one mad-man, but then again this was Riverdale.

“Jughead I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about”, he sighed.

“You’ve been buying up everything you could, but you couldn’t buy us, so you paid the Ghoulies and Penny to go war with the Serpents, so you could finally get rid of us once and for all. How much is this costing you?”, I ground the words out of my mouth, still in slight disbelief that they were even real. But they were. This was real, and Y/N, my dad, and the entire Serpent population were in danger thanks to the coward I was currently speaking to.

“I’m hanging up now”, Hiram replied after a few seconds.

“ ‘Cause I have a counter offer”, I practically cut him off. His line went nearly dead; he was silent. “Mr. Lodge?”.

“I'm listening”, he answered finally.

Y/N’s POV:

    I sat, or rather perched near a crackling fire while I watched, with more hate in my eyes than I had ever felt, Penny who sat calmly across from me. The orange and yellow flames crackled with a relaxing, sweet glow that did not fit the scenario. My hands were bound behind me with the thickest, sharpest fucking rope in existence. I swear Penny had gone and found the oldest, most uncomfortable length of rope in Riverdale just to piss me off and add insult to injury. Speaking of injuries, I was 99% certain that I had a concussion based on the pounding in my head that was unlike any other I’d ever felt before and the blood that I could feel dripping down my neck. It was as if one minute I was riding with FP, and in the next I was awoken in the worst way possible. Malachai had decided that the best way to rouse me was to shove his taser in my ribs. I awoke screaming, confused and in more pain than I could describe. Being tasered was like someone shoving an electrified fork into my core that was ripping my muscles apart. I would have much preferred the sternum rub that cops used to wake drunks, or even a punch to the face over their chosen method.

    “Good morning dollie, did you have a nice nap?”, Penny giggled as I attempted to stand up. I could still feel the remnants of the electric shock coursing through me and it made me feel as if I was going to be sick. One of the two Ghoulies that were holding me up by my armpits decided that I wasn’t moving fast enough. He yanked my head up by the roots of my hair, causing my eyes to water with pain and the wound on the back of my head to throb. Penny walked up to me slowly, eyes staring into mine the entire way. Penny’s eyes were a disgusting pool of emotionless darkness; though her eyes appeared to be a light blue in color, as she got closer I realized that they were speckled with black spots. How fitting. She finally reached me, smiling at me sweetly before sucker punching me straight in the gut. All the breath left my body in a single whoosh, but I refused to cry out in pain. I would not give Penny anymore satisfaction in seeing me suffer. The same putrid Ghoulie grabbed a fistful of my Y/H/C hair and made me look up.

    “Aw, what’s wrong? Nothing to say?”, Penny snarled before punching me across the jaw. Stars danced across my vision and I fought hard not to pass out once more. I used every ounce of strength I had to lift my head on my own.

“Penny”, I growled. “What the fuck do you want?”.

“Awww come on now, don't  play stupid with me love, you're too smart for that”, she pouted with fake concern. “I want payback from you and all your backstabbing teenaged Serpent pals. Although it seems like the town has already taken care of one of you for me. Pity, he would've been such fun to beat; that sweet little face all twisted in pain”, she risked wistfully. Then she grinned like some kind of demonic Cheshire cat, leaning in dangerously close to my face.

“Speaking of sweet, at least I will still have the pleasure of explaining to your loser boyfriend all the ways I'm going to make you scream before these guys-- ”.

I spat at Penny's face, hitting her directly under her eye. My spit had turned bloody from her punch, and it now adorned her scowling face. Though I knew I would pay dearly for my action I couldn't bring myself to regret it once I watched the Snake Charmer's face go from smug and all knowing to disgusted and furious. I felt a twisted sense of pride in that moment. Penny could do her worst to me, but I would die before I let her speak like that about Fangs, Sweet Pea, or anyone else I cared about. The Ghoulies holding me yanked me down by my arms and kicked my knees out from under me; I fell to the ground in a heap, knees taking the brunt of the fall. Penny wiped my bloody saliva from her cheek with the inside of her jacket before chuckling lightly and kicking me directly in the face. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I felt my lip split in several places and heard the sickening crunch of my nose breaking. Fresh, hot blood squirted and sputtered from my nose like a faucet, and I tilted my head forward in a useless attempt to keep myself from choking on it.

“Think it's time we gave your little brother a call, don't you?”, she asked while cracking her neck in a businesslike manner.

“Leabe him out of this”, I hissed, trying to sound like the bitch didn't just break my nose. Penny laughed.

“Aww that's adorable. You think you call the shots around here doll?”, she asked condescendingly. “Bring her over to sit. Wouldn't want her to pass out again before the real fun begins”.

The men holding me shoved me roughly onto a chair as I fought with every ounce of strength I had not to lose consciousness. I vaguely heard Penny speaking to someone, but largely my thoughts were filled with Sweet Pea. The only reason I was even clinging to reality right now was him; I still wondered if he was okay, and hoped he would be smart enough not to avenge what was about to go down. As I struggled against the darkness that threatened to overtake me, I heard Penny more clearly call Juggie by name, and I fought against all my pain to warn him.

“JUGHEAD DON'T LISTEN TO THIS BITCH”, I screamed with all my might. Surely he must know that there was no way that Penny was going to let me go no matter what he did. I was dead no matter what, but Jughead was an idiot if he brought himself into this too. I didn't have too long to catch my breath before Malachai shoved his crackling  taser into my ribs once more. I couldn't hold back the cry of pure pain that ripped it's way up my chest and out through my bloody lips. The taser had dug into me in nearly the same spot as before, and I vaguely smelt the sickening aroma of burning flesh as I began to black out once again. Malachai was having none of that, and he slapped me across the face in order to rouse me. Through the ringing in my ears that hadn't stopped since I'd awoken I vaguely could make out the sounds of Penny luring Jughead to this pit of terror, using me as bait.

“NO JUG DON'T. SHE'S A LYING FUCKING--”,

I was cut of abruptly by one of the Ghoulies tipping my chair backwards harshly until I felt my back hit the ground with an agonizing thud. As if this wasn't enough, he also kicked me twice in the stomach for good measure. I couldn't fight the darkness this time, and I allowed the waves of numbness to overtake me.

I don't know how long they'd left me unconscious, but I did know that they'd moved me once more. I now sat across the fire from Penny, no Ghoulies holding me up. They'd positioned me awkwardly in a chair, the ground around me filled with the gruesome sight of my own blood. As I waited in silence I internally wondered how much blood I'd lost tonight. If my constant struggle against unconsciousness was any indication, probably a lot.

“Look who decided to rejoin the party”, one of the Ghoulies practically giggled. I struggled against the ties that dug into my wrists futilely, anger reigniting as I recalled the events of the night. Penny laughed from her place across the fire.

“Oh please Y/N, by all means please get out of those ties. I’d love to see what you think you can do with all of us here”, she laughed mercilessly. I huffed, ignoring the screaming protests from nearly every part of my body. I settled myself more comfortably in the chair, although there was no way any position was going to be in anyway comfortable given the state of my injuries. I glared at Penny before sending a sickly sweet smile her direction. If I was going to die all because of this raging bitch I was at least not going to afford her the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.

A twig snapped from somewhere behind me.

Jughead entered the grounds through the brush and for the first time since I was brought here I felt my eyes fill with hot, salty tears. I couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to come here, without any backup. He was going to end up with the same fate as me, and the unnecessary sacrifice from the boy I considered closer than family was too much for my heart to bear.

“You fucking moron”, I mumbled, unable to think of anything else to say. Jughead eyed me up and down with a look of pure sorrow as he assessed my injuries. I briefly wondered if I looked worse than I felt, but quickly dismissed the thought. Nothing could possibly look worse than the way my body was feeling at the current moment.

“The sacrificial lamb arrives”, Penny exclaimed as she stood. Ghoulies flanked her on either side, and the orange glow from the fire made her gaunt face seem even more evil. Jughead reluctantly turned his attention from me and he turned to face her, his expression stoic.

“I’ll remind you of the deal I made with your boss, Hiram Lodge”, he stated lifelessly. “I turn myself into you tonight and there’s no bloodshed tomorrow. Y/N goes free”.

“Yes, apparently getting you two out of the picture is more important to him than an all out Serpent annihilation”, Penny replied. “Kudos”.

“What do you mean the two of us?”, he ground through his teeth. “Y/N is leaving. Now”.

    Penny just laughed, the sound of her witches cackle echoing throughout the clearing.

    “Let’s just say that Mr. Lodge and I may have, re-negotiated a bit after you called. We agreed that one less Serpent to deal with tomorrow the better off we’ll be”, she sneered. Jughead hung his head, eyes closed and lips pursed in a thin line. “Come on kid, did you really think your sacrifice was really going to save anyone? Y/N gets it, she’s known from minute one. You really should have listened to her”.

“You son of a--”,

    “So do I at least get one last cigarette before this thing or what?”, I interrupted Jughead, voice hoarse from screaming. His face snapped up to meet mine, blue eyes filled with so much sadness that I couldn’t help but send a small smile his way. I was really going to miss him.

    “That’s your last request?”, Penny chuckled with disdain. I held my ground, staring into her empty eyes with as much contempt as I could possibly convey. Penny shrugged, and motioned to one of her tagalongs. He stepped up to my now standing form, switchblade flicking out in what I’m sure was meant to be a threatening motion as he waved it in front of my face tauntingly. Did he really think the threat of death was really going to faze me at this stage of the game? His uneven teeth glinted against the flickering light from the fire as he leaned down and swiftly cut the ties binding my hands. I grabbed my pack from my back pocket, lighting up quickly and walking slowly over to Jughead, unsure the whole way if my legs would really be able to take me all the way there. I savored the taste of the sweet nicotine as it hit my throat, blowing the smoke out through my nose.

    I reached Jug after some difficulty; the eyes of every insane asshole in the clearing were trained on each of my movements, but I mentally blocked them out as I took in the boy in front of me. He looked about twenty years older than I’d last seen him, and I felt a pang in my heart at his change in demeanor. I brought my hand up to his arm, gently squeezing it and smiling lightly.

    “Y/N…”, he started, voice cracking. I held up my other hand as a way of silencing him.

    “Me too Juggie”, I said simply, trying to show him how much he meant to me through my eyes. Being my twin had its perks, and Jug seemed to understand what I was getting at immediately. He brought his arms around my shoulders gently, hugging me to his chest like he used to when we were kids and I was hiding out from my father. After what felt like only seconds, I disentangled from my brother and turned back to the group with as much strength as I could muster. I took one last puff from my cigarette, flicking it absentmindedly into the fire.

    “30-2 huh. You guys that scared of us?”, I sniggered. Malachai and the rest of his posse stalked towards Jughead and I slowly.

    “The only scary thing is what we’re going to do to your not-so-little boyfriend when we find him”, he snarled. I blinked once, turning to Jug and giving him a blank look. Then I felt all the rage that had been building all night, hell my whole life, snap from inside me like a rubber band. I was nearly blinded by the intensity of the anger that was aching to come from every pore in my body.

    “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM”, I bellowed as my fist swung out of its own accord and landed solidly in the center of Malachai’s ugly painted face. From that moment all hell broke loose; all the Ghoulies attacked Jughead and I with a kind of insane vigor that I couldn’t describe if I tried. I attempted to fight back at first, but waves and waves of blows were coming down on me like the downpour of rain during the sad montage part of a rom-com. After the first few hits my body became mercifully numb, and I just lay on the ground waiting for the comforting curtain of darkness to overcome me once again.

    As I faded in and out from consciousness my mind was flooded with thoughts of my Sweetest Pea. I'd always thought it was all bullshit when people claimed they saw their life flash before their eyes during experiences like these. I also never dreamed that this kind of thing would ever happen to me. But it was, and I could confirm that my entire life with Pea was playing through my mind as I lay brokenly on the cold ground. I couldn't really feel my face at all, but in my head I was smiling as I enjoyed watching each of my memories like a comforting movie.

I recalled the way Sweet's dark curls bounced across his forehead as he laughed that truest laugh that only a select few, me included, could draw from him. I thought of the way his smooth lips would perk up into a smile whenever he saw me and the way his strong jaw felt under my fingers as his lips connected with mine. I heard the moans of pleasure that I took such pride in pulling from him in our more intimate moments. I re-lived the countless lazy days that we spent in our trailers, his strong arms holding me protectively. Nestled in the way I loved to lay on his solid chest when we cuddled in bed; how he would always tighten his hold around my middle and whine whenever I attempted to get up. I was soothed by the memory of his steady heartbeat against my cheeks as his fingers grazed over my back and arms gently. I felt the way his calloused fingers felt when they danced across my cheeks, leaving a small trail of electricity in their wake no matter how many times he repeated the action. I heard the deep, soothing bass of his voice, lips tickling the shell of my ear as he told me he loved me. But above all, I heard my own voice echoing as I promised him that I would never leave him. Tears filled my eyes as I realized that I would be breaking my promise tonight, and I prayed as the world faded from view that he could find some way to forgive me.

Sweet Pea's POV:

I skidded to a stop and barely switched my bike off before I began sprinting to the spot Toni had identified. There was an abandoned fire crackling, with no sign of Penny or her Ghoulies. FP and I shared a glance; his eyes were open as wide as they could go, and he looked almost as terrified as I was betting I probably looked. I only spared a second before sprinting off into the thicket, FP hot on my heels as we entered the brush to search. My head whipped around frantically for any signs of Y/N. I probably looked like a fucking mental patient with the way I tore through the uneven terrain, but I couldn't be bothered to care. The fires of anger in my chest had died down to make way for the anchor of fear, guilt, and panic that was weighing me down the longer I went without Y/N in my arms.

“PEA”.

FP's frantic howl rang in my ears like the sound of the shot that killed Fangs. I whipped around to find him kneeling on the ground a couple of yards away from where I stood. I sprinted faster than I ever had, ignoring the way my legs screamed in protest and the way my heart sank into my feet. I dropped to my knees as soon as I reached my destination, giant unshed tears forming in my eyes and the back of my throat burning at the sight before me.

Next to a badly beaten Jughead lay my beautiful Y/N. Her face was nearly unrecognizable with the multiple cuts and swollen bruises forming across her once gentle features. The plump lips that I loved so much were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her face they were split so badly, and there looked to be teeth marks on her slender neck. Her Serpent jacket was missing, and I could see several areas of her exposed skin had been either burned or slashed in some way. Her long Y/H/C locks were matted and covered in blood and dirt, and there was blood under some of her nails. The knuckles on her right hand were swollen and bloody; I noted with a sick sense of pride that she likely fought back against the Ghoulies, even though she was outnumbered. That's my girl, never one to go down without a fight. Her body was still, and even as I gently scooped her into my lap she remained cold and motionless; I felt my breath hitch and a sob leave my body when I found that I could not tell if she was still breathing. My shaking fingertips lightly grazed the spot where her once smooth cheeks resided.

“Y/N, baby please. Don't do this to me, you've gotta wake up princess”, I pleaded softly while standing and gathering her up in my strong arms. I began running out towards help. The way I felt her long limbs dangle lifelessly from my hold nearly tore a hole in my heart. I couldn't be too late, it just wasn't possible. She swore she'd never leave me. She promised.

“Pea…”, I almost missed the nearly inaudible rasp that came from her lips as I ran. I came very close to stopping when her unusually tiny voice reached my ears, but I kept going towards the area where I knew Toni had brought her truck.

“I'm here babydoll, don't worry. Everything is going to be alright”, I choked out. She tried to speak again, but I shushed her gently.

“Don't speak Y/N, I'm getting you help. Just stay with me doll. Can you do that for me baby? Just open up your beautiful Y/E/C eyes and stay with me, okay?”, I pleaded, moving more quickly as I spoke. Her dark fan of lashes fluttered weakly as she struggled to do as I'd asked. My heart broke, and I wished with everything I had that my Y/N would be alright.

It’d been an agonizing 2 weeks spent in the confines of a tiny, white, too sterile looking room in Riverdale General. Y/N had been rushed into surgery as soon as Toni and I brought her to the hospital, and since that day had undergone 3 others to attempt and repair the damage that those Ghoulie scum had inflicted. Her internal bleeding was out of control when she arrived, and her lung had all but collapsed from the blunt force she was subjected to. She had nearly half her ribs broken, a broken wrist, broken orbital bone near her eye, and a severely sprained ankle. Her skin was slowly recovering, most of her bruises shifting from deep purple to light shades of yellow and green as time went on. Her skin was stitched in multiple places from either the surgery or the cuts she sustained that night. In total she had over one hundred stitches covering her once smooth skin. She’d also required a skin graft to her upper rib area from some burns that the doctor said were likely from some kind of electrical element. Despite all this, as I sat next to her in the most uncomfortable plastic chair I’d ever encountered and stroked her hair gently, I still couldn’t help but feel like she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever known. Her swelling had gone down significantly, and the splits in her lip had all but healed. I spent hours stroking the back of her hand with the pad of my thumb, staring at those gorgeous lips and wishing that they would part and begin speaking to me in that musical voice that I missed so dearly.

I hadn’t left the hospital for more than an hour at a time since she was admitted. I missed everything from the rumble with the Ghoulies, Jughead’s release, and even Fang’s discharge from the hospital. The others came and visited nearly everyday, most of them trying to gently pry me away from the room for any length of time. I refused each time, berating anyone that would even try to take me away from my Y/N. How could I leave her? It was my fault she was even in here, laying in this bed, broken. I should have protected her better, should have rushed to find her as soon as we got separated at the Sheriff’s station. Guilt washed over me in giant waves as I thought of all the ways I could have saved her. But she swore to me that she would never leave me, and I believed her. She was going to come out of it one of these days, and I was going to be there to hold her once she did.

Currently, it was day number 16 of Y/N’s stay, and just like all they other days she laid motionless on her bed with her chest lightly rising and falling with each breath she took. They’d taken her breathing tube out a few days ago and ever since then I’d sworn I’d never take any of her soft breaths for granted ever again. I used to lay with her on my chest as she slept, my hands lightly resting on her waist as I relished in each gentle snore and soft sigh that left her. If she ever laid on my chest it was an inevitability that she would end up sleeping at some point. Not that I really minded, she was adorable when she slept. She used to say that it was because she loved the feeling of my heartbeat against her face; she said it reminded her that I was still there with her, that I was safe. I always teased her about it, taking pride in the light blush that adorned her face as she stated proudly that my heartbeat was like her own personal lullabye. Now I as I listened to the steady beat of her heart monitor I understood more and more what she meant. I yearned to go back to that time and savor in the moment more than I had. I was situated on one side of her with her smaller hand nestled into mine as I sat and stared quietly at her beautiful face.

Jughead sat on her other side, hands folded across his lap as he stared off silently into space, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Jughead visited more than anyone else, even after he was discharged himself. He always sat stoically on the other side of her bed, and he was the only one who never pressured me to leave the room. I appreciated his silent support more than he could ever know, and I took a large amount of comfort in the fact that Y/N would be so proud to see her “two best boys” getting along for once. I only wished that it were under different circumstances. Jughead seemed like he understood how I felt better than anyone else.

The amicable quiet of the room was broken as he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, rising slowly. I didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know that it was nearly 9pm. Though they’d made a special exception for me, most visitors were booted from the room at 9. Jughead put his coat on slowly, and bent down to press a light kiss to Y/N’s temple.

It was funny, I’d never pegged Jones for a softie, but when it came to Y/N he seemed like the most affectionate person. I wasn’t very fond of him at first, but over time I came to understand that he and Y/N really did care about each other like, well, twins. They had an odd relationship, that was for sure, but I was more okay with it than most people would probably assume. I trusted Y/N with every fiber of my being, and if she said that Jughead was nothing but a brother then I believed her. With one last nod in my direction, Jones exited her room and I was left alone once more with my girl. Grabbing her hand in both of mine I began to smooth out the rings that I’d insisted be placed back on her fingers. Y/N was so particular about her rings, even more than me, and it seemed wrong that her hands should be bare. It just didn’t fit her. I sighed brokenly as tears filled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time since she’d been here.

“Hey babydoll, it’s me, Pea. I don’t know if you can hear me or not, the doctors claim that you can, but I’m not sure if I believe that or not. But anyways, I just wanted to ask you again to please come back to me. Please”, my voice cracked as my tears fell like rain onto her soft hands, soaking down into the thin hospital sheets that covered her. I went through this speech each night, begging for her to open her eyes and look at me. Begging for her to squeeze my hand or give me some sign that my Y/N/N was still in there. Each night I lost a little more hope that she would respond, and each day the cement block that had lived in my stomach since the day I carried her here in my arms became just a little heavier.

I continued to speak to her until my voice was hoarse. I talked about whatever I could think of, rambling on for as long as I could. Sometimes Betty or Jughead would bring by some of Y/N’s favorite books, and I would spend the lonely nights reading out loud to her. Some nights, like tonight, I just spoke about nothing like we used to do together.

Eventually I faded off into a restless sleep, head laying on her lap and hand still connected with hers. My dreams, if I had any at all, were always filled with her smiling face. Tonight was no exception, and my head was filled with images of her smiling face. She was just as beautiful as ever, clad in her favorite outfit with her radiant laugh echoing over and over. She held me close to her, and she seemed as happy as I’d ever seen.

“Pea…”.

I heard her musical voice call out to me as she beckoned me closer to her.

“Y/N…”, I murmured.

“Sweet Pea... handsome…wake up”,

I frowned. What did she mean? I didn’t want to wake up, my dreams were the last place I still had with her. I shook my head sleepily.

“No…”, I muttered stubbornly, reaching out for her quickly. Her dream-face broke out into a devious smile and she quickly hopped away from my reach. I stared in utter confusion, and it wasn’t long before I heard her beautiful chuckle echo and felt the ground around me shake lightly.

“Baby, please wake up”.

I groaned and sat up slowly, neck sore from the position that I had slept in. My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to re-adjust to the bright lights of the room. And once they had, I needed a double take to ensure that I was really seeing what it looked like I was seeing.

Y/N was sitting up, albeit a bit awkwardly, in her bed with her eyes wide open and a fond smile on her face. Her hands were tangled in my dark, unwashed locks as she brushed my hair back from my face. Her eyes were filled with such love that it took all the breath I had in my body away for a moment as I gaped dumbly at her. She chuckled lightly, removing her fingers from my hair and taking my hand in hers.

“Boy, and here I thought you’d be happy to see me”, she croaked playfully, squeezing my hand. I finally snapped myself out of my trance and practically attacked her with a hug. I couldn’t believe it, she was finally awake, and I had almost fucking slept through it. I held her in my arms for an immeasurable amount of time, taking absolute pleasure from the way her arms tightened around my body and her slender fingers danced through my hair once more in a soothing motion. I could’ve held her like that for the rest of my life, but after what felt like only a moment I heard her slightly muffled voice come from the depths of my chest.

“Uhm carefully Pea, ouch”, she muttered. I immediately pulled back from her as if shocked by an electric current. Of course that hurt moron, I thought to myself. Sitting myself on the edge of her bed, I decided to gently rest my hands on the sides of her face instead, thumbs gently rubbing across the healing bruises on her smooth cheeks.

“It’s really you”, I murmured softly, still not convinced totally that this wasn’t just a dream. I felt her smile against my hands before she took one of my hands and kissed my palm lightly before returning it to its place on her cheek.

“Of course it’s me baby, who else would it be?”, she whispered. As she leaned her face further into my hold, her eyes fluttered shut slowly, and I panicked.

“Y/N?!”, I cried. Her eyes shot open and she frowned resting her hands over the tops of mine, rubbing soothing circles with her fingertips.

“What? What is it?”, she exclaimed, eyes wide. She removed her hands from mine in order to grasp my face gently, mirroring my previous position. Her soft hands stroked against the tense muscles in my jaw, patiently waiting for my response. Realizing I had overreacted I cast my gaze downward as I removed my hands from her face and attempted to slow my now shallow breaths. Y/N was having none of that, and she brought her two fingers to tilt my head back by my chin.

“Pea, handsome?”, she questioned softly. I sighed.

“I just...please don’t close your eyes like that”, I muttered, slightly embarrassed. “I thought I lost you again”.

Her eyes were immediately remorseful, and I nearly got lost in the deep pools of emotion that I had been missing for far too long. She patted the spot next to her in her bed.

“Come lay with me Pea”, she said nearly inaudibly. I shook my head.

“Not a chance babydoll. You’re still too injured for me to pull that off without hurting you”, I reasoned, grabbing her hands in mine and squeezing them softly. She frowned.

“I don’t care Sweets. I just want you to be here with me, that’s all I’ve wanted for the last however long it’s been”, she said softly, tears forming in her big Y/E/C eyes. My resolve nearly crumbled at the sight of her sadness, my heart screaming to do whatever she said. But my more rational side wouldn’t let this go on without a fight.

“Babydoll… “, I started to argue with her, but she shook her head wildly.

“Sweet Pea please….”, she pleaded. I sighed once more, any ideas of denying her what she wanted out the window. I slowly slid up the bed and gently brought Y/N to my chest, tucking her head gently under my chin and savoring the way she let out a sweet sigh of contentment. I nestled my face into her hair, and she mirrored my action but into the crook of my neck. For the first time in nearly 3 weeks I felt at peace. We laid like this for a while, Y/N’s hand circling the place over my heart lovingly like she used to do back in my trailer. I nearly fell asleep once more, but fought the urge in favor of savoring the moment for as long as it lasted. I’d waited half a month for this day, and I was damned if I was going to let sleep ruin it. I was so lost in my musings for a moment that I almost missed the soft words that came from Y/N’s mouth.

“Pea…”, she murmured sleepily.

“Yeah baby”, I answered softly. She yawned.

“I’m going to fall asleep handsome. Please don't be scared”, she said, eyes nearly closing again. “I meant what I said when I promised not to leave you. It’s gonna take a lot more than Penny fucking Peabody and some Ghoulie trash to take me away from you. I love you Sweet Pea”. My heart soared as she slowly moved to kiss my neck, just where my Serpent tattoo was placed. I unintentionally shivered and she smiled her trademarked little smirk, though her eyes remained closed.

“I love you so damn much Y/N”, I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head gently. She tightened her hold around me slightly. “Get some rest babydoll, I’ll be here when you wake up”.

“You promise?”, she muttered, already halfway asleep. I chuckled lowly.

“Yeah baby, I promise. I’m not going anywhere”, I vowed.

“I don't want you to worry”, she whispered. I chuckled lightly, placing the gentlest kiss I could muster to her forehead.

“Little late to that game babydoll”, I teased lightly. My cheeks hurt from the smile that had been etched on my face since she woke, but I couldn't bring myself to care. “It's alright beautiful, sleep. I'll be here when you wake up”.

“I know you will be”, she muttered, eyes finally creeping shut as she snuggled in closer to my side.

“Sweets…”, she breathed after a few minutes of silence. I'd thought she'd fallen asleep in all honesty, and my eyes were closed too as I sank into the easiest sleep I'd had in weeks.

“Mmm”, I answered quietly.

“I promised you I'd always be there”, she murmured against my neck. “I still will be, I love you Sweetest Pea”.

I opened my eyes to see her, seemingly asleep. Her hair was covering part of her face, and I gently brushed it to the side. She didn't stir at my action, and I took it to mean that she was now fully asleep. I smiled once more in utter peace as I whispered in her ear.

“And I love you my gorgeous, smart, badass, loveable babydoll”.

[shaniahnoel]

Everything Has Changed: Chapter Four

Word Count: 2060

Warnings: None.

Master List

Author’s Note: this is a suuuper slow build romance. I wanted to experiment with really building an OC and truly developing the romance. Feedback on how I’m doing with that would be AMAZING. And, if you need a few more cute moments to get you through the build up, let me know, I might edit a scene or two ;)

“Are you done with the truck, Riles? I’m sorry I forgot that I needed to replace the tires on that van before we close so I need the bay.”

“Yeah, we’re done here,” Sweet Pea answered for her, his voice a little gruffer, “Thanks for letting me use the shop, Mr. Evans. Thank you, too,” he added, glancing at Riley. He got in the truck and left without another word. Her dad hesitated for a minute.

“Need to talk about it?”

“I’ll wait for mom.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” he smiled, and she swatted him with the oil cloth. “This won’t take too long. Can you finish up inventory?”

She nodded and slipped into the main shop. Slipping her headphones in she called Iris to talk as she marked down the stock. Fortunately, Jake had just left so the conversation was private. Iris squealed repeatedly as Riley debriefed her what happened and made a noise of sympathy as she concluded. She waited patiently for her to finish before beginning her interrogation.

“Did you want to kiss him?”

“Kind-of…”

“How do you ‘kind-of’ want to kiss someone? Wait, is this your dumb dating thing?”

“It’s not dumb to want some sort of commitment before you start kissing people,” Riley said pointedly.

“Okaaaay, if you say so. Anyways, your weird morals aside, you definitely wanted to kiss him?”

“Yes,” she groaned, “But I think I ruined any chance of that.”

“Well… maybe,” Iris said, seriously, “Or… you may have gotten him more interested with your little tease.”

“I wasn’t trying to tease him! I was trying to breath with him all over my personal bubble.”

“You know that, and I know that, but…”

“How does one flirtatiously say, ‘I don’t want to kiss you unless we’re dating, which I’m not sure I want to do because I only know that you’re hot and nothing else’?”

There was a solid minute of laughter before Iris choked out a response, “Riley, I love you, but you have to know that was singlehandedly the most awkward thing you’ve ever said in your fifteen years of life… and that’s including when you tried to explain to Mr. Bird that you had your period and needed to leave class.”

“Will you ever let that die?”

“Never,” she promised, laughing again. The bell rang, signaling an entering customer. Riley said her goodbyes and went to offer him assistance. The rest of the night at the shop went by the same as usual and at seven her father came into the main room.

“Ready to go, kiddo?”

“Actually… is it alright if I hang out in town for a little bit?”

“Meeting up with Iris and the twins?”

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet.”

“Alright,” he answered, eyeing her speculatively. “Let me know if I need to come pick you up.”

“Yessir.”

 The evening air was cool as she set off down the sidewalk. It’d been a while since she’d strolled through town like this, but she liked the solitude. Briefly she contemplated going past the White Wyrm, but that felt too bold. Instead she settled for heading towards the quarry, strategically roaming around the twins’ house to avoid stopping. Kieran and Jake were outside with a few friends. As she watched, a girl wrapped herself in Kieran’s arms and he kissed her neck. Surprise flickered in her eyes as relief flooded through her—maybe she’d keep his attention from Sweet Pea.

There was a spring in her step as she continued forward. As she passed the trailer park she was stopped by a few of the older ladies who would come into the shop, and after chatting for a few minutes she continued on her way. A muffled crying pulled her attention to the alley she was passing, and her concern for someone hurt outweighed her sense of self-preservation.

“Hello,” she called out, slowly proceeding down the alley. There was a choked sob, and then a slender figure straightened up. “Toni?”

“What are you doing here,” Toni snapped, wiping her eyes.

“Checking in on an old friend,” Riley answered coolly before remembering the last time she’d seen Toni cry. “Is it your parents,” she asked then, warming her tone.

“You remember?”

Riley nodded, stepping closer to her former friend and tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder. Toni melted on contact, the sobs coming stronger. It was like they were kids again with Toni curled into her side while Riley smoothed her hair. After a few minutes, the tears stopped, and the girls separated slightly.

“Thanks, Riles,” she said quietly, wiping her eyes fiercely. “How bad do I look?”

“You’re a bombshell, as usual. With a little mascara on your cheeks,” she added, making her laugh.

“C’mon,” Toni muttered, linking arms with her. They walked a few blocks back until they reached the trailer park. The old ladies had gone back inside. It’d been a while since she’d been to Toni’s, but her uncle’s place looked the same, complete with Grandpa Tom sitting in his favorite chair. He smiled, looking surprised to see her, but readily held out his arms. They talked a few minutes before Toni reappeared in the doorway, gesturing her to follow.

Her room was transformed. Gone were the frilly blankets and pink walls, replaced by soft cotton and deep purple. The closet hung open, revealing the black tops and lacey numbers which filled it. Funky shoes littered the floor, along with her jean jacket and discarded tights. A cork board above the desk was a time capsule of the girl before the Serpent and Riley was surprised to find her face among the polaroids, tongues over their teeth and celebrating the removal of braces. The photo was tucked behind that of Toni’s parents and Riley turned to her.

“Eight years is a long time.”

“I know, I should just be over it, right?” Toni snarled.

“No, it’s a long time to miss somebody, especially your parents,” Riley replied quietly. She moved to sit next to her on the bed. “Do you talk to anyone about it?”

“No,” Toni said, reluctantly, “If I could hide it from Gramps I would, but he hears me.”

Riley placed a hand on her knee, turning to look her in the eye. “Toni, I don’t care if we haven’t talked in a century—if you need me on this day, I’m here—no questions, no judgment, alright?”

She nodded slowly in response and leaned her head on her shoulder.

“Now do you think you’ve squeezed out all the tears,” Riley asked, smiling gently. Toni’s answering smile was full of childhood memories.

“I’ve made room for a milkshake, if that’s what you’re asking,” she replied with a faint attempt at a smile, brushing under her eyes again. Riley led the way out of her room, feeling lighter somehow.

“Off to Pop’s?” Thomas Topaz asked as they walked past. They nodded in response and a warm smile crossed his face. Riley thought he seemed pleased.

 Over milkshakes and fries, the girls caught up on life. Seventh grade was the last that they’d truly spoken and much had happened in the three years since. At first Toni was hesitant to talk about the Serpents but relaxed as the conversation went on.

“So, what’s the deal with you and SP?” Toni questioned with a knowing look.

“I swear, you’re as bad as Iris,” Riley growled with an eyeroll. “There isn’t a deal with us. He talks to me now, I guess you probably know more than I do.”

“See, that’s the thing, I’m sort of the expert on SP—calming him down, getting him motivated, the whole shebang, but he’s been weird lately.” Toni sipped her milkshake with a pensive look on her face.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” Riley answered with a laugh.

As Toni sucked the last of her milkshake from her cup, Riley went to the bathroom. She washed her hands with a smile; the friendship with Toni was something she hadn’t realized she was missing until now. As she exited the bathroom her step faltered. Fangs and Sweet Pea had joined Toni in their booth. Steeling her shoulders, she went forwards, mentally chanting that all would be fine. Fangs turned at her approach, eyebrows raised in surprise as Riley slid into the booth beside him. She smiled and grabbed her milkshake, taking a nervous sip of the remains.

“This is your date,” he asked, flabbergasted.

“I never said I had a date, stupid. I said I was with an old friend,” Toni laughed, shaking her head.

“Riley,” Riley said, offering Fangs her hand. A look of understanding crossed his face. He took her hand, lingering a second longer than necessary, a playful glint in his eye. The way his eyes flashed to Sweet Pea told her that the display was for his benefit. Riley sat back comfortably in the booth, watching Toni and Fangs bicker like siblings. Sweet Pea was pensive again, gaze trained on the lot outside.

“Are you guys ordering anything,” she questioned, glancing between the two boys.

“Nah, saw Toni through the window and decided to investigate,” Fangs chuckled.

“We were headed to the Quarry,” Sweet Pea added.

“Let’s go,” Toni said excitedly. “You in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll come.”

It wasn’t until they’d exited to the parking lot that Riley found the flaw in her day. Everything had been going wonderfully from the unintentional reconnecting with Toni, to the milkshakes, and finally the guys showing up. The problem was two wheels and the small leather seat between them. Fangs straddled his bike, and Toni debated only a moment before joining him. Sweet Pea grabbed the helmet, the only helmet, from his handlebars and offered it to her.

“Oh, uhm, do we have to ride there?”

“Scared?”

“No,” she said defiantly, “I’m just not allow—” She cut herself off realizing how uncool those words sounded. A smile tugged at Sweet Pea’s mouth while Fangs laughed openly. Toni shoved an elbow into his ribs and turned to Riley.

“I’ll walk over with you,” she offered, but Riley felt the heat in her cheeks.

“Nah, I should probably get back now anyways. Definitely another time though,” she promised.

“Do you always listen to what your parents say,” Sweet Pea taunted, and the embarrassment shifted to anger in a blink.

“Yeah, I try to. They consider me trustworthy, and I’m not going to break that,” she said, angrily.

With that she turned on heel and went to walk away. Toni snarled something at Sweet Pea, but he seemed to ignore her. Instead Riley heard his steps crunching gravel behind her.

‘’Y’know if you’re always this serious, I dunno if we could be friends,” he said drily.

“Who says I want to be friends with you,” Riley seethed, whirling around. She was surprised to find him smiling and annoyed at the emotions it stirred within her—spiking her anger and her heart rate.

“Funny,” he said quietly. “I said the same thing the other day, but here we are.”

“And where exactly is that?”

“Well, that building there is Pop’s and over there is—ouch, rude,” he complained as she swatted his arm.

“Are we friends?”

“Depends. Are you allowed to be friends with a Serpent?”

“I decide who my friends are.”

“And you want to be my friend?” Sweet Pea stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne. There was a strange look in his eye and Riley couldn’t help but think she was missing the deeper question.

“I don’t know,” she answered, truthfully. Sweet Pea’s eyes tightened the smallest bit, the corners of his mouth turning down. Before she could continue, he turned and headed back to where Fangs and Toni waited. “Especially not with that attitude,” she added under her breath.

It seemed like Sweet Pea hesitated a second, but then he continued back to his bike. Riley rolled her eyes at the amused expression on Fangs’ face and smiled reassuringly at the concerned Toni. She watched as they drove out of the lot and then walked herself home. There was a feeling of relief that seemed out of place flowing through her. Sweet Pea’s interest had made her anxious. He radiated self-assurance and overconfidence. She couldn’t figure out what had drawn him to her, but part of her hoped it was done.

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[cherylsdeception-blog]

Pregnant || Sweet Pea

A/N:So, I haven’t written anything like this before but so thought I would try it out.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Pregnant Reader

Imagine Sweet Pea finding out he’s gonna be a dad.

At first he’d be shook

“I made that?”

But then he’d be all cute and cuddly

“Oh my god. We’re parents.”

Overall he’d be so freaking excited

Cause you’re carrying a mini version of the both of you

He’d constantly be rubbing his hand over your stomach

Even though there isn’t much of a baby bump yet

As soon as you told him he would be on the phone with Toni or Fangs

Probably hyperventilating tbh

“So what do you want Sweets?”

“I don’t care.”

But him secretly wanting a little girl

Because he loves you so much and wants another mini you

Him always being protective of you and not letting you do anything whatsoever

“Pea, I can still take care of myself.”

“I know, but I like doing it.”

You rolling your eyes at the serpent but secretly loving it

Honestly I think he’d freak out at your first ultrasound

“Holy Shit, that’s a baby?”

“No it’s an alien.” You’d reply sarcasticly.

“It looks like it.”

“Pea!!!”

“Sorry, a cute alien.”

Basically he’d be a big softy the whole 9 months

He’d spend less time fighting and more time decorating a nursery for your little bundle of joy

Because he wants everything to be perfect

[redhairdontcare732]

SweetPea x Reader: Riot Night from Hell, Part 1

Author's Note: This one shot will be split into two parts. I just fell in love with this storyline, and the finished product turned out to be way longer than I had anticipated. There will be flashbacks interwoven throughout the story, and they're distinguished by the use of italics.

On another note, if you are enjoying my fics, please do me a solid and either favorite or comment on them so I know that someone (other than me) is interested in them. I'm a new writer, and even the simplest comment, like, or even private message would mean so much for my budding confidence!

Reader POV:

    As I stood on the roof of Pop's, I internally questioned how my life had turned so far sideways in the course of just one day. Riverdale was in complete fucking chaos. My best friend was just shot and I had no idea if he was alive or dead, I had no clue where my boyfriend was, and the cherry on the top of this nightmarish day was that I was now stuck at Pop’s Diner, of all fucking places, with Archie Andrews, of all goddamned people, while Ghoulies patrolled the exterior, screaming my name. So on my list of top days, this was at the literal bottom.

The day had started out decently, I was with Sweets all day preparing for what would happen once Fangs was finally released. Sweet Pea and I had been dating for almost 5 years now, and we'd both spent the day doing everything we could to get our friend out of jail. Thing had really gotten fucked up when we went to the sheriff's office to escort Fangs out in one piece. I shivered internally as I recalled the events of today.

“IN UNITY THERE IS STRENGTH”, we shouted in unison, locking arms shoulder to shoulder. Everyone pulled away as we mentally prepared ourselves to usher Fangs out of the jail amongst the vengeful protestors. Sweet Pea was the only one who didn't pull away from me; rather, he pulled me closer into his arms and I naturally fell into his broad chest; I took a deep inhale of his familiar, comforting scent of worn leather,  light cologne, and fresh soap. My hands found their way to the inside of his serpent jacket, hugging myself closer to him and shivering. Though it wasn't cold in the Sheriff's office I had these ominous chills that had racked my body ever since we'd entered. His thumbs brushed gently against the exposed skin between my ripped jeans and my white t shirt, soothing me in a way I didn't even know I needed. I sighed in contentment, briefly pulled from the swirl of anxious, dark thoughts that had plagued my mind since Fangs was arrested.

“I'm not gonna lie Y/N/N, I get why you have to come out with us, but I'm not thrilled with the idea of you out there with all those insane Northside assholes babydoll”, he murmured into my hair after a few moments. I chuckled lightly against him, tightening my arms around the handsome boy in reassurance.

“I'm not exactly thrilled that you are either Pea, but we both know that we aren't about to let Fangs go through this alone”, I replied quietly. Sweets pulled back slightly, bringing his large hands to rest against the sides of my face. His rough thumbs rubbed delicately across my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes; I knew in that moment just how scared Pea really was. In times of stress Sweet Pea had the habit of taking my face into his hands, gently cradling my cheeks with the pads of his fingers and his eyes boring deeply into mine. I'd never really given it much thought at first; Sweets had done this since we were kids, and eventually when I pressed about it he had told me that he felt like he just ‘needed to know I was safe’. It somehow comforted him when he was able to see with his own eyes and feel with his own hands that I was indeed still with him. I brought my hands up to cover his gently. We stood like this for an indiscernible amount of time until he sighed in resolve. He brought my face closer to his with his hands and kissed me deeply. Normally, despite his tough exterior, Pea gave the sweetest kisses. His lips, though plump and rough were typically gentle and teasing against mine; Sweets preferred to initiate soft kisses until I moaned or deepened things myself. I think he began this habit when we were young and first together because he was nervous about my reciprocation, but he continues now because he just loved to watch the reaction he still had on me. And while the soft way Pea usually kissed me was one of my favorite things about him, I was surprised to find this kiss was very different. His lips were immediately needy against mine, tongue entering my mouth without warning. It was a kiss of desperation, of longing. Our mouths danced together as we both poured all of the emotions that our voices could not do justice to into our embrace. I was just as needy as him, but before too long we pulled back, foreheads resting against one another's. With one last peck to his swollen lips I nodded in resolve.  Sweet Pea laced his warm fingers through mine, fitting together like pieces in a puzzle, and we headed out to the fray, hands locking us together.

I recalled how I’d gotten separated from the rest of the young serpents after Fangs was shot all because of the protesters and general pandemonium of it all. I had desperately searched amongst the crowd for the sight of the tall boy to no avail. My phone was dead, so I'd decided to search elsewhere. I ended up hopping on my bike and heading to the hospital, hoping to God that Sweets and Fangs would both be there and be okay. Adding to my growing fear and unease, it was only FP I found there, who broke the news that Fangs was in surgery.

“It's...ah... it's pretty bad kid”, FP drawled out while rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. I felt my heart drop into the bottom of my feet. My eyes teared up at the prospect of losing my best friend. Fangs was so sweet and goofy; he should have never been in this position in the first place. My mind was flooded with picture perfect memories of summer days spent by the Quarry and late nights in Pea's trailer, surrounded by Fangs’ contagious laugh and ridiculous jokes. These memories ended abruptly as I recalled the way he'd slowly fallen to the ground, the red spot on his stomach spreading achingly fast. I remembered the sound of the gun above the screaming protestors. But most of all, I remembered Fangs’ face as he fell-- his soft features riddled with disbelief and pain as he slowly lost consciousness. He didn't deserve to go through this, and my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces because there was nothing I could do to help him. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt and steadied myself; with a deep breath, I reminded myself of my main goal at the moment. I needed to find Pea.

Despite FP’s best efforts towards the contrary, I'd left the hospital to try and find Sweet Pea. I knew that the whole town was in the middle of a full-on, apocalyptic riot, but I was determined to reconnect with my boyfriend and ensure that he was okay. Or as okay as he could be in this scenario, I guess. Knowing him for as long as I had, I knew that he was more likely than not spirling at the prospect of losing his best friend. And when Sweets spiraled, he spiraled hard and with violence. I was the only one with any chance of talking him off the ledge before he did something that he would regret later, and, honestly, I had also wanted to find him for completely selfish reasons. Even now, as I stood on the roof of our favorite diner, I desperately needed my boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around me, his comforting scent surrounding me, and his deep voice in my ear telling me that everything was going to be okay.

So, I'd fought my way through Riverdale on my motorcycle, Mad Max style, trying to search anywhere I thought Sweets might be. I ended up at Pop's, hoping that either Pea would be there or Jughead would be and would know where he was. Pop's was an extremely important spot in our relationship; it was where he asked me out on our first date when we were 11 years old, it's where we shared our first kiss at 13, and it was in one of the booths near the back where Sweet Pea had told me he loved me for the first time. To this day the neon glow of Pop's never failed to make me happy or to give me hope.

However, the neon sign seemed dull and lifeless as I found, to my utter disappointment, he was not there. But not long after I showed up, Penny fucking Peabody and the Ghoulies arrived.

I was sitting with my head in my hands, having just been informed by Pop Tate that he hadn't seen Sweet Pea all day. The older man had his hand on my shoulders comfortingly, attempting to sooth my increasing level of anxiety. I glanced up at the kind, wrinkled face of Pop Tate and asked tiredly,

“Pop, you think I could use your phone?”. He nodded and handed me the receiver.

“ ‘Course sweetie”.

I dialed the number I'd long since memorized, praying that Pea would answer. Who knows what kind if trouble he could be in out there? My anxiety only increased as the line went dead, signaling that he hadn't answered. I slammed the phone down in frustration, returning to my previous position. Not seconds after, a giant crash hit my ears, and I heard the taunting voices that could only belong to Malachi and his Ghoulies.

“Oh Y/NNNNNNN, come out and playyyyyy”, Penny Peabody's sickening voice called out in a sing-song manner. “You and I have unfinished business DollFace”.

Penny as and I had never been on the best of terms; it was her and her snake charming ways that had nearly gotten my father released from prison, a thought which terrified me to my very core. Thankfully, the court system recognized the grave danger that would place me in and decided on a maximum life sentence. I thought that was the end of Penny and me, but unfortunately Jughead had to go and get himself tangled up with her when FP was locked up. I had taken my pseudo-brother's place in the deal he made, and once he came up with the plan to get rid of Penny I was all too eager to help. I knew she hated me, but I really thought she was gone for good.

“Okay we should be fine as long as-”, Archie started.

Another thunderous crash echoed through the small diner as one of the windows shattered.

“EVERYBODY STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS”, I ordered as the burglar alarm blared.

“STAY DOWN”, someone shouted.

I ducked behind the counter, finding Archie Andrews down there as well.

“Pop do you have as gun in here?”, he asked tensely. The old man's soft face dropped.

“No. Had my fill of gunfire in the war. But I did learn a trick in the riots of ‘79. I have some liquor left over from Mr. Lodge's poker night”, he said tensely. “And if you can get to the roof from the crawlspace…”,

“I like how you're thinking Pop”, Archie interrupted. I nodded and shared a knowing look with my unlikely Northside ally.

I'd helped Archie Andrews board up the windows, and that's how I now found myself on the roof of Pop's with the ginger, liquor bottles in hand ready to fight the clinically insane gang  below.

“Come on Y/N, you had to know that this moment was coming”, Penny shouted upwards at me, pulling me out of my trance. “It’s time to pay the price dollie”.

    Malachai laughed, swinging his bat around teasingly. I glowered in response, choosing to stay silent. I felt Archie’s strong hand on my shoulder, offering support that I didn’t expect from the ginger boy. We'd been somewhat close as kids (friends through Jughead, my honorary self-proclaimed twin brother) but we hadn't spoken in a year or so. I wasn't overly fond of him as of late, ever since he ditched Jug for his Bulldog buddies and especially not since he'd waved a gun in Sweet's face and started his stupid Red Circle.

    “Get the fuck out of here Penny, Y/N isn’t coming down and you’re not taking her any place”, he practically growled. I nodded.

    “Last chance Ghoulie scum. Leave, or suffer the consequences”, I spat. Penny and Malachai scoffed.

    “DO YOUR WORST! COME ON, HIT ME!”, Malachai shouted, a crazy look in his eye. Well, crazier than the usual insane look he wore. Steadying myself, I prepared the bottle. Lighting it quickly, I launched it as well as I could and managed to hit one of the ghoulies’ bikes dead on. The bike erupted in flames. This did nothing to faze the group below, and Archie lit his second bottle and prepared to throw it.

    Before he could chuck the bottle, the Sheriff’s cruiser came bursting into the fray of Ghoulies, sirens blaring. Sheriff Keller and Fred Andrews came out of the car, Keller with a shotgun. He shot his shotgun in the air in warning and the Ghoulies scattered.

    “This isn’t over Y/N!”, Malachai vowed as he ran away. I saw FP hop off his bike and demand that the rest of the Ghoulies leave. I smiled slightly in relief, and Archie and I shared a brief hug before heading back down into the restaurant.

Once we reached the bottom, I brought FP into a bone crushing hug as my way of thanks. He returned my affection, seeming like he needed the reassurance almost as much as I did in the moment. FP had always been there for me, especially since my own dad had gotten carted off to prison when I was 6. I'd stayed with the Jones’ on and off throughout my childhood, and it wasn't a stretch to say that FP was more of a father to me than my own. He was always there for me, and much like Sweet Pea he always tried to keep me from the less savory sides of life as Serpent. He pulled back from the hug to search my face for injuries. I rolled my eyes.

“You really think I'd let the discount Insane Clown Posse trash this beautiful mug?”, I joked half-seriously. FP rolled his eyes and glared.

“Seriously Y/N? What were you thinking taking on all those Ghoulies alone? You could've been fucking killed!”, he scolded. I scoffed.

“Okay first of all, I was not alone; our dear Archiekins was with me on the roof”, I said gesturing to the aforementioned boy who looked more like a wounded little puppy than anyone who'd just been tossing out Molotov cocktails had the right to. “Secondly, did it seem like I had many other options? And thirdly, I'm fine, so it couldn't have been that bad of a plan”, I sassed. FP sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks, eyes looking more tired than I knew he'd like to admit.

“Heard Sweet Pea is going insane looking for you Y/N; why the hell aren’t you answering your phone kid?”, he asked. I felt my heart flutter at the mention of my partner. My tough demeanor dropped instantly, and I grabbed FP’s arm.

“So he’s okay? Tell me he’s okay. My phone is dead; I'd tried calling on Pop's but he didn't answer. Where is he?”, I demanded. FP grabbed my arms gently.

“Whoa whoa slow down Y/NN. He’s fine, he’s good. He’s with Jug at the Wyrm”, he soothed. “Here, use my phone, call the boy and tell him you’re alright”.

I grabbed his phone eagerly, fingers swiftly dialing the number I knew by heart once again. My heart hammered in my chest as I heard the distinct ringing of the call being placed. I needed reassurance that my tall, dark haired other half was okay. With each ring of the phone my anxiety increased tenfold, until I heard the one thing I’d been searching for all night. That smooth, deep voice that could simultaneously calm me and send delicious tingles up my spine all at once. My mind flooded with the low rumbling chuckles and sweet sounds that comforted me as I laid on his chest in more tender moments, heart signaling sweet reassurances into my ears with each beat. My favorite sound in the world, Sweet Pea's voice

“Hello? FP, what’s up?”, I heard Sweet's soothing bass answer. Even though he sounded tense, panicked even, I couldn't help but feel elated that he was safe and able to speak to me at all. I sighed in complete relief.

“Pea? It’s me”, I answered quickly.

“Y/N/N? Oh my god are you okay? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”, he questioned in a state of near panic.

“Sweets, it's okay, I’m okay. My phone is dead, and I’m at Pop’s with FP looking for you”, I breathed. “Are you okay? What happened to you after the Sheriff’s station?”.

“It’s a long story babydoll, I’ll tell you later. Where did you say you were? Stay there I’m coming to get you”, he replied. I shook my head before realizing that he couldn’t see me.

“No, Pea it’s not safe out there right now, and honestly it’s not safe here either. I’ll go with FP back to the Wyrm and meet you there”, I reasoned. He was silent for a beat, contemplating my words. I heard shuffling on the other line.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s not safe, that’s why I don’t want you out there”, he murmured. I could tell that he’d moved away from the other serpents; his sweet side was coming out and he probably didn’t want them to hear. “I just... I need you with me. I need to see you, hold you in my arms and know that you’re okay”.

My heart lurched at his protectiveness, warmth flooding my body at his tender words. I could practically picture his face, eyes cast downward and deep brown irises swimming with that look that he had always saved just for me. His chiseled jaw was probably locked, twitching with unease. If I were there I would run my fingers up and down his cheeks in an attempt to sooth the tense muscles, loving the way he relaxed and leaned into my touch.

“Sweets, I know. Believe me love, I want you safe just as much, but I promise I’ll make it over to you before you know it. The Wyrm is a hell of a lot safer than Pop’s at the moment, and besides I’ve been Mad Maxing my way through this nightmare of a town all night. I've got this”, I stated confidently. No matter how protective Pea could be, I was not some damsel in distress that needed his saving. There was no way on this Earth that I was going to let him go out into the riot that I’d been facing all night. He thought he could be protective but his fierceness had nothing on mine. He sighed and the line went silent for what felt like forever as I waited for his response.

“I love you”, he vowed finally.

“I love you more handsome. And I'm going to see you very soon”, I assured before we both ended the call. I turned to FP, handing him his phone.

“You down to help me get to the Wyrm?”, I asked. He nodded.

“Of course kid. You ready to ride on the back of my bike like you did when you were a tot?”, he grinned. I smiled in nostalgia for a moment, my mind wandering back to the simpler times of my life when FP would take me for rides on his bike to help me escape from the realities of my homelife, if only for a moment. I remembered fondly the day when he finally taught me how to drive my own bike that he gifted me. He always helped me take care of her, and some of my only true family memories were of Jug, FP, and I fixing up our bikes together. Surely he didn't think there was any way that I was going to leave her here in the midst of this shitshow.

“You're kidding”, I deadpanned. There was no way FP was for real.

“Dead serious kiddo. You need a way to get around, and I don't want you roaming the Southside alone even if Sweet Pea or Jug are with you”, he replied. I marvelled at the motorbike in front of us, tracing the chrome detailing with the tips of my fingers gently. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Thank you”, I whispered. FP hugged me back briefly before affectionately mussing up my hair.

“Don't thank me yet kiddo, she still needs a ton of work. If you're up for it I mean”, he countered. I smiled my truest, widest smile.

“I'm in”.

“Think she needs a name don't you?”, he continued, heading over to the bike with his tools.

“Mhm”, I agreed, grabbing a tool out of the box and crouching down alongside him.

“She looks like a Norma to me”, I mused.

“Norma huh?”, he answered, not looking as I grabbed a tool from the box and began working.

“Yeah, Norma Jean”.

“I’m not leaving Norma Jean out here in this fucking dumpster fire of a town”, I countered. “I’ll just follow behind you”.

“That’s not a great idea kid”, he grumbled. “Riverdale is a hellhole on the best of days, and this is clearly not the best of days”. I crossed my arms petulantly.

“I'm not leaving Norma Jean here”, I repeated stubbornly. He sighed and rubbed his stubble ridden chin in contemplation.

“Okay, but you stay on my ass the whole way”, he countered, pointing a finger at me. “I move, you move. I stop you stop. You got that kid?”. I raised my hand solemnly.

“Scouts honor”, I stated seriously. He nodded, and we headed out of Pop’s together to fire up our motorcycles and head out.

We were speeding through the trashed streets of Riverdale, swerving here or there to avoid the dangers that littered the town’s once clean roads. I stayed true to my word and stuck close to FP as we traversed the potential dangers. I did my best to follow him, but after some rioters ran out in front of Norma I was forced to skid to a stop in the middle of the street. Among the din of the riot, FP didn't hear and he continued on. I huffed and began to start Norma up again in attempt to follow once more. But as I revved the engine I felt a pain like none I'd ever felt on the back of my head and my entire world went dark.

Sweet Pea's POV:

“Where the hell are they? She should be here by now”, I practically growled. Jughead lifted his hands up as if in surrender.

“Don't look at me man. Knowing how protective dad is over Y/N, and  knowing how stubborn Y/N is, they're probably still fighting over how to get here. He's not gonna want her to ride alone, and she's not going to want to leave her bike”, he reasoned calmly. “Chill out Sweet Pea it's only been like 15 minutes, I'm sure they'll be here soon”, he continued before accepting a call and walking swiftly out of the bar to answer.

I blew air out of my mouth tensely, chest constricting tighter with each breath I took. While I knew that Jughead's words made sense, a larger more irrational part of me was still screaming that I needed to go out and find Y/N. My head was a swirl of rage and fear; my best friend was at some hospital fighting for his life, and the love of my life was out in this godforsaken nightmare of a town. There was nothing more I could do for Fangs, but I refused to stop until I knew my Y/N/N was safe. The only way I would be convinced that she was alright was if I got to hold her small frame in my arms. And to be perfectly truthful, I needed her warm body pressed against mine, her soft hair tickling my face, the sweet fragrance of her shampoo in my nose, and her melodic voice in my ear with gentle reassurances today more than ever. I needed her to keep me sane and grounded on the best of days, and this was sure as shit not the best of days. Ever since we were kids, long before I was ever lucky enough to call her mine, she'd been there to calm the ever-growing darkness that lived within me. Even once we got together I still needed her unique brand of tough love to set me straight at times.

“Pea stop!”, I heard her musical voice from behind me. I turned to see her comparatively shorter legs nearly running to keep up. I turned forward and continued on, ignoring the nagging urge to stop and listen to her.

“PEA I SWEAR TO FUCK-”, she shouted. I whipped around abruptly, stopping and standing nearly toe to toe with Y/N.

“Look, there's nothing you can say to change my mind Y/N. I'm not going back and that's it. Not everyone is cut out for this education shit, alright? I'll hit up Tall Boy, he's always got something lined up for me”, I practically snarled. I recoiled just the slightest bit at her stone cold face; her usually sweet features were scowling at me, adorable nose scrunched tight and dark eyebrows knitted together in concern and irritation. Y/N wasn't usually one to show when she was frustrated. No that was me; when I was angry everyone in a ten mile radius would know. I was like a wildfire, burning bright and scorching anything and everything in my path in a wave of red destruction. Her brand of anger was more like a blue flame, dark and understated, but more intense than you could imagine. My girlfriend could be downright terrifying at times, and to see her frustration directed at me nearly made me reconsider. She crossed her arms stubbornly.

“Give it up Sweets, you can't fool me with your ‘too cool to care’ act. I know you, and I know that you don't really want to quit school”, she growled. I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, frustration reigniting.

“Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought”, I spat. “In fact, why don't you just fucking leave? Everyone else does”.

I turned once again, walking quickly down the steps and away from the shithole that was Southside High. For a few moments I could tell that Y/N was still standing there motionless, and I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt and self-loathing overtake me. Why did I always do this? I couldn't even fathom the idea of my life without Y/N in it, but here I was trying my damnedest to push her away. But to face facts, Y/N was too good for me. She always had been. Too many thoughts swirled in my head all at once, and I quickly grabbed the helmet to my bike so I could ride and forget about them all. But just before my fingertips grazed the shiny black plastic of my visor , I felt a hand on my shoulder yanking me back. Y/N threw her arms around my waist, hugging me fiercely.

“No.”, she stated firmly, the sound slightly muffled by my chest.  

“No?”, I scoffed.

“No, I'm not leaving you Sweet Pea. Not now, not ever. Get that through your head”, she replied while lifting her head slightly from my body. My heart fluttered, and I sighed in disbelief and skepticism. I tried to pull back from her vice grip, but like a boa constrictor she simply responded by squeezing my middle tighter. My hands hovered over her waist for a second or two before sinking into her embrace, grasping her as tightly as she did me.

“Sure Y/NN”, I murmured into her Y/H/C hair, breathing in deeply her familiar, comforting in an attempt to slow my racing heart. She always smelled the same: lilac scented shampoo mixed with some cheap perfume I'd gotten her for her birthday one year and a hint of cigarette smell. Normally I hated the way stale smoke smelled, especially on women, but somehow the scent was so uniquely Y/N that I couldn't help but love it.

“I'm serious Pea. Nothing you could ever say or do would make me give up on you”, she swore softly while looking up from the confines of my arms. “I love you, all of you. Even when you're so god-damned frustrating that it makes me want to strangle you, even when you do stupid and dangerous things, and even when you are so broken that you try to push me away I will still be there, loving you. I. Will. Never. Leave.You.”.

Her y/e/c swam with a mix of emotions: love, determination, sadness, desperation. I reached hesitantly up to her cheeks to rest my calloused fingers against her soft face, needing to feel her with my own hands and see her with my own eyes. With every sweet moment like this it became easier, but I too often needed to remind myself that she was indeed here. She was real, and she wanted me. Her dark fan of black lashes fluttered closer together as she closed her eyes slowly, reaching her hands up to rest across mine while her fingers traced delicate patterns across the backs of my hands. I was overcome with a feeling that I wasn't sure I could even explain. I decided in that moment that I was never going to let anything ruin this, what we had. Not even if that thing was me.

“I love you Y/N/N. I love you so much babydoll”.

With every passing moment that she wasn't here with me I felt myself becoming more and more unhinged. I paced around for what felt like an eternity. Voices swirled around me, and I couldn't have even guessed what they were talking about. When I finally tuned in, I found that FP had shown up. I immediately rushed over to him, eyebrows raised.

“FP, where's Y/N?”, I asked quickly, hope bubbling up in my chest amongst the fear that still swirled. His tired, worried face told me all I needed to know, but still I found myself asking again, panic evident in my voice. He shook his head sorrowfully.

“I don't know what happened man, she was right behind me the whole time and then all of the sudden she wasn't. I circled back and searched over and over but I don't know where she went off to Sweet Pea”, he admitted. My shoulders dropped and the fear that had been slowly building up all day suddenly contorted itself into a rock that sank into the bottom of my stomach. FP clapped a hand on my shoulder, finger pointing in my face, a determined expression in his eyes.

“Don't worry SP, she's the toughest girl I've ever known. She gonna be fine. We're going to find her man, I promise”, he spoke tersely. He sounded sure on the outside, but I could tell that he was just about as scared as me. It made sense, Y/N was practically FP’s daughter at this point; he and Jughead were the closest thing that she'd ever had to a family, other than myself. It was for that reason, and that reason alone, that I forced the anger that was bubbling within me back down. FP's phone buzzed, and he turned away to answer.

“What do we do man? I've gotta find her!”, I shouted after him. Already 5 steps ahead, I grabbed my jacket and began to head for the door. I'd been patient enough; now it was time to go and search for my Y/N/N myself.

“SWEETPEA!”, I heard a female voice shout from behind me. I turned to find Toni weaving her way through the throng of serpents with that red headed Northside queen bee following closely behind. She reached me and grabbed my arm so tightly that it would have hurt if I were capable of focusing on anything else but Y/N.

“Topaz I really don't have time for this right now. Y/N is still out there and--”, I started before the small, pink haired serpent shook her head furiously.

“No, that's what I'm trying to tell you Pea! I was held hostage by the Ghoulies, and when Cheryl and I were leaving I saw one of them roll in on Norma Jean”, she exclaimed breathlessly, eyes slightly wild.

“It's true. We would have stopped, but I'd just saved TT from those Neanderthals and we didn't have the same element of surprise on our sides this time”, the Queen Bee replied. My hands clenched into tight fists.

“So you're telling me that those Ghoulie scum have my Y/N?”, I spat through my teeth, eyes squinting shut in fury. Toni nodded. I felt my body start to quiver in total rage. A small, buried part of me was terrified at the prospect of my girl being surrounded by those fuckers. Sure, Y/N was as tough as they come, but those Ghoulies were certifiably insane. And she was probably way out numbered. My mind refused to accept the possibilities of what could being happening to her at this very moment, and my entire being chose to ignored this fear in favor of blinding fury.

“You have to take me there Topaz. Now.”, I demanded. Her pink locks bobbed with her head as she nodded grimly.

“Toni, where were the Ghoulies keeping you?”, FP interrupted. His face was grim and his mouth drawn into a straight line.

“I'm bringing SP there now, they've got Y/N”, she replied quickly.

“I know. I think Jughead just went to go save her, and now they've got them both”, FP choked. My hands clenched and unclenched with unabashed anger.

“Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Let's go”, I nearly screamed as I pulled Toni out the door and to our rides.

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Sometimes it Snows in April

Author’s Note:

Hey all! This is my first attempt at an actual multi-chapter fic. This will be a Sweet Pea X OC story. I hope it goes well!

Anyways, I hope this first chapter isn’t too boring! It’s a lot of exposition tbh, trying to set up my new OC Bea and her relationships with everyone in Riverdale, not just Pea. I’m hoping that this will be somewhat of a slowburn, but I’m also impatient af so we’ll see! XxXx

As always feel free to comment or like if you want more! 

Chapter 1:

Jughead’s POV

I groaned as I vaguely heard a gentle knocking on the front door of my trailer through my sleep induced haze. I groggily made my way to the front door, clad only in my boxers and a t-shirt, not really caring how anyone bold enough to be here before dawn would see me. I didn’t even have my beanie on, rather I clutched it firmly in my fist as I opened the door. I was surprised to see the sweet face of one Betty Cooper standing in my doorway.

“Betty? What time is it?”, I asked confusedly as I attempted to rub the sleep from my eyes. I briefly turned to look for a clock, perplexed as to why my girlfriend was here waking me up before my alarm.

“7:15. I wanted to catch you before school”, she stated softly before inching up towards my body and planting a chaste kiss to my lips as a way of greeting. I smiled briefly, the look quickly fading from my face as my brain caught up with my current state.

“Sorry, I have morning breath. You want coffee or something?”, I asked tiredly, heading for the kitchen of my small trailer and setting my beanie down on the counter. I rubbed my face once more, sleep threatening to overtake me where I stood. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Betty, but it was way too early for this. The Joneses were not known to be morning people, least of all me.

“No, uh I’m actually on my way to the library”, she replied quickly. “I asked Ms. Paroo to set aside all the books she has about cryptograms and ciphers. I thought it might help us crack the Black Hood’s code”.

I grunted in lieu of a response, hands reaching for cereal practically of their own accord. If I was going to be up this early you’d better believe I was going to at least get some food out of it.

“Which is something I was hoping we could do together, Jug”. she finished gently. I froze, an ominous chill running through my body. Most people would assume the chill was due to the macabe nature of our conversation, but anyone who knew Betty or I knew that this was pretty par for the course. No, my chill was in response to my tired brain finally recalling the way that I’d promised Toni that we’d work out the cipher together. I knew Betty was not exactly on board with me hanging out with anyone from the Southside Serpents, and she was definitely not going to be thrilled to hear that I’d been spending more time with the young Serpent girl. Scenarios flashed through my mind as every fiber of my being practically screamed for me to lie to Betty; surely no good could come from me telling her about Topaz right? But this was me, and this was Betty we were talking about. I hated lying to her, and though my instincts were telling me something very different, I decided quickly to come out with it. I cleared my throat in unease.

“Uhm….actually, funny enough, Toni of all people and I, we started working on that yesterday at the Red and Black. I can show you what we’ve got so far if you want”, I replied plainly, feigning nonchalance. I settled in with my bowl at the table, eyes avoiding Betty at all costs. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that Betty wasn’t fooled by my casual comment in the slightest; I could practically feel the way her body tensed in response, and I could picture the look on her face in my mind perfectly. Body rigid, posture perfect, eyes cast towards me with the most scrutinizing look in her blue orbs; her beautifully delicate features attempting to imitate impassivity but failing, and her lower lip tucked securely in between her teeth as thoughts took laps inside her mind wildly. I knew Betty like the back of my hand.

“Toni….”, Betty drawled, walking over to occupy the seat next to me. “...because let me guess, she loves serial killers”. I chuckled mirthlessly.

“She does have an affinity for the darker side of things, yeah”, I replied while taking a bite of my breakfast. Betty hummed in response, clearly not impressed or fooled by my attempt at indifference. I watched her take in my response, and as I did a new feeling of amusement overtook my still tired brain. Betty’s face was practically screaming in annoyance, and a small part of me was satisfied in its ability to elicit such a response.

“In that case--”, Betty started.

“In that case, maybe you guys could hold off on your little lover’s quarrel until oh I don’t know noon or so”, a voice called, effectively interrupting Betty’s train of thought. I immediately jumped to my feet, Betty not far behind as I took in the sound of the intruder coming from my dad’s room. I found the sight of a girl looking even more disheveled than I, walking down the hallway of my trailer while she yawned and rubbed her eyes with the palms of both hands. She had a couple of inches on Betts but was not nearly as tall as me, long legs taking easy strides down the hall as she approached. She was dressed for bed with a pair of plaid cotton pants for bottoms and a wrinkly black tank top for her shirt. The hair on her head was a mass of wild curls sticking up in every direction making her look as if she'd gotten into a fight with her bed and lost. Her right bicep was covered with a tattoo comprised largely of red roses, and based solely on her current appearance I’d wager a guess that there were others in places I couldn’t currently see. Her face betrayed how tired she was, hands still desperately trying to remove the evidence of her sleep as she approached where Betty and I tensely stood. I subtly angled myself in front of Betts as I took in the new arrival’s presence with apprehension. The girl did not seem bothered in the least by our evident shock and continued to walk into the kitchen before sitting in the seat across from mine.  

“What in the actual fuc--”, I snapped before Betty cut me off.

“Bea?”, she questioned softly, stepping out from behind me and approaching the girl slowly, facial expression betraying a sense of hopefulness. The intruder’s face broke out into a small, tired smile, eyes appraising Betty and I with a fond look on her vaguely familiar features.

“Last time I checked”, she chuckled. Betty gasped lightly before practically tackling her with an embrace. My brows furrowed deeper in confusion as I took in the sudden turn my morning had taken; I still stood on the opposite side of the table, watching with an utter lack of understanding as Betts laughed and hugged my unwelcome houseguest with poorly contained affection. The wheels in my brain were turning around and around furiously as I attempted to make sense of the scene in front of me. Eventually the girls pulled apart, Betty turning to me and smiling brightly. Evidently my lack of comprehension was clear on my face because they both shot me amused looks.

“Jug, do you really not know who this is?”, Betty questioned incredulously. I rolled my eyes in response at the same time that the other girl snorted.

“Oh come on Juggie, Nancy Drew over here figured it out straightaway”, she accused.

Now I was officially confused. No one had called Betts ‘Nancy Drew’ in years; no one since…

“Bea?”, I practically choked as the realization dawned on my slowly. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes, though I could tell that she was somehow rather amused by the entire situation.

“Jughead”, she mocked lightly, standing up and walking over to where I stood, still frozen in place. I didn’t hesitate this time, arms flying to wrap themselves around her tall frame tightly. She responded in kind, hands coming to rest on my waist as she hugged me back with an intense sort of emotion. I couldn’t believe what was happening, my self-proclaimed other half was back in Riverdale after nearly ten years away.

She looked different, that was for sure, but now that I knew I couldn’t believe that I’d missed it. The resemblance was uncanny from her nearly 8 year old past self; Bea still had the same wildly curly dirty-blonde locks, the same round face (although age had thinned it out a bit), and the same look of self-assured confidence that she’d always possessed. The biggest giveaway though by far should have been her eyes; giant almond shaped eyes, irises a striking green with specks of brown. They were identical to my own, practically copied and pasted directly onto her face.

“What are you doing here Bea?”, Betty questioned as we distangled ourselves. Bea smiled lightly before taking her seat back at the table, Betts and I following suit.

“Well I heard through the grapevine that my uncle was in a bit of trouble and I decided the time was finally right to grace Riverdale with my presence”, she explained lightly, grabbing my bowl of cereal and helping herself to a bite.

I shook my head, still unable to process that this was actually happening. I mean this morning had started out with me being woken up at an ungodly hour by Betty and now I was sitting at my kitchen table with my cousin that I honestly thought I’d never see again. Bea and her father had disappeared from Riverdale without a trace when we were both around 8 years old. I was crushed when I'd realized that my best friend had vanished from my life, and that was one of the first times I'd seen my dad get well and truly drunk. Bea was my dad's niece by blood, the only child of his sister and the only thing he had left from her in this world. Bea had always been closer to my dad than her own, and I think he took her disappearance harder than even I had. Emotion overcoming me, I punched Bea lightly in the arm, glowering at her.

“Uhm ouch Jug”, she simpered, rubbing her bare bicep lightly. Betty frowned at me.

“Jughead!”, she scolded lightly. I shook my head, effectively ignoring her.

“Bea where in the ever-loving fuck have you been? How did you get in my trailer? How long have you been in town? And why in God’s name haven’t you contacted  me once in the last 10 years?”, I questioned angrily. The shock and relief I’d initially felt upon seeing my cousin had faded and made way for feelings of resentment and indignation.

“Okay that’s a lot of questions before 8 am”, Bea mumbled, rubbing her eyes once more. My eyes narrowed even more, and I shook my head in annoyance. Bea seemed to soften upon looking at my expression, soft hand coming to rest on my own in a show of understanding.

“I know this all seems crazy right now, but for real I am not nearly awake enough for the full story. So pick like two out of those million questions and I promise to do my best”, she replied finally.

My harsh expression faltered for a second as I looked into her exhausted face, appraising her with poorly masked irritation. We sat this way for a beat or two, facing off stubbornly as Betty’s eyes darted between the two of us with a sort of anxious interest. Finally, I sighed, leaning back and thinking hard about what I really wanted to know.

“How did you get in here?”, I asked after a few moments. Bea’s face broke into an all-too-familiar smirk as she replied, drawing my mind back to all the memories from the happier parts of my childhood.

“Seriously Jug? I know it’s been awhile but I definitely still remember where Gladys kept the spare key. And knowing how you and FP operate I just assumed, correctly by the way, that it’d still be there”, she stated proudly. I chuckled at her now obvious explanation as a wave of nostalgia overtook me. Betty giggled lightly.

“Okay. Where have you been?”, I asked more gently than before. Bea groaned, rubbing her eyes once more and resting her head on her hand.

“Alright the Cliff notes are that dad ran us both off to Minnesota when he found out that FP and Gladys were planning to take me away from him, and that’s basically where I’ve been ever since”, she stated quickly. I swallowed the lump in my throat that had formed. My face softened fully as I eyed her exhaustion with more compassion than before. Betty shot a sympathetic expression to Bea, pulling her into another gentle hug in a show of silent support. Bea sighed once more.

“So if that's all, I'm going to let you get back to whatever you were arguing about before, as long as you promise to do so quietly”, she snipped to Betty and I, tossing a pointed look in our direction. Betty’s face tinged pink with embarrassment but I just rolled my eyes. “Jug I’ll see you after school and I promise we’ll talk then, okay?”.

“Wait you’re not going to school?”, Betty questioned gently. The blush had faded from her face and she was now looking at Bea with concern plastered across her features. Bea snorted once more.

“Yeah that would go over big. I’ll just walk into the office without any proof of address or legal guardian to speak of and demand to go to class”, she snickered. “Besides, you know me Drew, I never was as smart as you or Jug”.

With that she got up from the table and headed back down the hall towards my dad’s bedroom, presumably to go back to sleep. I laughed in disbelief at the comment she yelled back over her shoulder as she walked away,

“GET TO CLASS NOW CHILDREN.”.

Bea’s POV:

I drove up to the crack den that evidently passed for a high school in this town, the roar of my bike quieting instantly as I removed my key from the ignition. I removed my jet black helmet, shaking out my shaggy blonde locks as I did so. Already annoyed with the way the curls were tickling the back of my neck, I sighed and contained my hair swiftly into a messy bun. As I walked up the diapedated steps of the school lightly I also tied my black bandana around my head tightly in a fruitless attempt to keep the little baby hairs that didn’t fit into the hairband from attacking my face. I walked quickly up the steps and into the school, walking with a mission as I always did. I needed to find a certain raven haired, beanie wearing cousin of mine, and according to the text I’d gotten from Betty he now went to this dumpster fire of an educational institution. Rolling my eyes lightly, I walked through the un-manned metal detectors and briefly wondered if they were more for show than anything.

On a mission, I wandered the shitty school with a look that I’m sure clearly broadcasted my thinly veiled disinterest, taking note of all the graffiti and overwhelming amount of gang paraphernalia. I’d seen much worse in my life honestly, but I was a bit surprised that my sweet, brooding Juggie was caught up in a place like this. True, I hadn’t been involved in the minutia of his life for quite some time, but I’d always gotten the feeling that FP wanted to keep Jughead as far away from this kind of thing as possible. FP had always gotten after my old man for bringing me around the Serpents, but my dad (as was the case for almost everything) didn’t give a shit. I’d spent what little childhood I'd had in Riverdale at the White Wyrm surrounded by burly, scruffy looking gang members and I loved every second. Compared to my dad those scary looking men were practically teddy bears. I’d always been more comfortable in a place like this, even after we moved. I wondered how far Jug had gotten into the Serpent life, especially since his mom and sister bailed and FP'd been carted off to prison.

I didn’t have to wonder for long, because not far down the hallway I heard the distinct tenor of Jughead’s voice coming from a place I could only assume had been deemed a lunchroom. Smiling to myself, I headed into the area with my sense of purpose restored. I found my dear cousin standing near a lunchroom table where a bunch of young serpents sat huddled around a computer. At least I assume they were serpents, judging by the tattoos and the fact that I didn’t peg Jughead for the Ghoulie type. Although to be fair I'd never seen him as a Serpent type either.

In front of a piece of shit laptop coated in a thick layer of duck tape was a tall, dark haired guy with the Serpent crest tattooed on the left side of his neck. He wore a look of unabashed annoyance and poorly masked anger on his chiseled features, and I couldn’t help but find myself immediately intrigued by him. His inky black hair was soft and thick, a stray curl falling on his forehead tantalizingly. His hands were clasped up near his face, elbows propped on the table in a casual stance. His arms were bare, and his biceps were large and deliciously defined. On his right sat another young serpent, a bit shorter with more of a bronzed skin tone and a more convincing nonchalant facade dominating his sharp yet somehow gentle features. On his left sat the shortest girl I think I’d ever seen with her silky hair falling in effortlessly beautiful pink waves that I was immediately jealous of. My own locks were usually dry and a new level of unruly that the likes of Riverdale had never seen. Jughead looked as if he were going to be ill, and I felt my brows immediately furrow with concern. Shaking the expression off my face, I swapped it out for the casual mask I found myself portraying more often than not. I strode up to the table, arms crossed in front on myself protectively.

“Jug. Let's bounce, I wanna see my Jonesey”, I stated firmly once I reached the table. The unnamed serpent in the middle of the table cocked a brow at this but didn't say anything. Shame, I was almost hoping he'd start something. A face like that usually had a voice to match, and that was something I had to hear for myself. The other two serpents shared a look of confusion, but the tall boy's dark eyes never wavered from my own. I locked my gaze to his, partly because I was never one to back down and in part because I found myself being sucked into his dark brown orbs. They were, dare I say, mesmerizing. Deep, dark, and teeming with emotions that I was willing to bet he’d never share out loud if he could help it. Jughead was the first to speak up, grabbing me by the arm and leading me slightly away from the table.

“Bea what in God’s name are you doing here?”, he practically hissed. “I thought you were going to wait at home for me”. I frowned, yanking my arm out of his hold indignantly.

“Jesus Jug, chill the fuck out”, I snapped back.

“Jughead, aren’t you going to introduce us to our new friend?”, the pink-haired serpent girl asked plainly, interest evident in her voice. Jughead eyed her with a sort of annoyance; I’d nearly forgotten just how easy it was to rile him up and how much joy it brought me when I did. I smiled brightly, teeth and all as I walked easily up to the girl and stuck my hand out.

“I’m Beatrice Jones, but you can call me Bea. I’m Jughead’s most favorite cousin, pleased to meet you”, I stated confidently, shaking the small girl’s hand firmly. “And you are…?”

“I’m Fogarty, but you can call me Fangs”, the bronzed skin boy spoke up, eyes searching my body with poorly disguised interest. My eyebrow quirked up in a silent question, a small chuckle leaving my lips as I stuck my hand out to him as well. His thick eyebrows waggled at me in a silent flirtation and I couldn’t stop the amused giggle that escaped from my mouth. Was he serious? Did he think I hadn’t caught the stink eye he’d been giving Jughead not minutes before?

“I’m Toni Topaz, and please ignore Fangs he hasn’t been laid in a while”, the short serpent girl interupted while rolling her eyes. I chortled once more as I waved my hand to dismiss her apology. The tall serpent in the middle of the trio rolled his eyes as well, clearly over his friend’s antics. His eyes returned to me after a moment and seemed surprised to find me staring at him. He paused for a moment, expression unreadable, before speaking.

“Sweet Pea”, he finally said simply. I was right earlier, a face like that always meant a voice to match. His voice was a low bass, slightly gravelly but altogether pleasing to my ears. My mind briefly wondered what his voice would sound like in the morning; was it even possible that it could be deeper? Ever the master of concealing my thoughts, I nodded once before I turned back to an exasperated looking Jug with a face of pure ease.

“Great, so now that’s sorted, can we please go?”, I asked lightly, motioning to the exit with a cock of my head.

Sweet Pea’s POV:

My small rant directed at Jones about the idiotic Red Circle was swiftly interrupted by the sweetest voice I’d ever heard speaking up.

“Jug. Let's bounce, I wanna see my Jonesey”, the clear voice demanded with a sense of authority.

I looked over to find a tall girl I'd never seen before, my age, standing expectantly in front of FP’s kid with her arms crossed. She was clad in a dark outfit: tight black skinny jeans that had more tears in them than seemed logically possible, a dark grey v-necked shirt covered by a deep red flannel, a well-worn leather jacket, and clunky combat boots to finish it all off. Her fingernails were near impossibly short and painted black, a silver ring adorning almost every finger on her hands. I mean I thought I had a lot of rings but god-damn. Her body was well covered to my slight disappointment, but even so I could tell that she wasn’t like all the other girls in this town. She wasn’t overweight by any means, but she definitely had more curves than most of these Riverdale girls. Her darker blonde hair was messy, like she just threw it up that way and left it, and the way it was arranged atop her head gave my eyes access to every feature her beautifully round face had to offer. She had several silver studs in each ear ending with big gauges, a ring in her nose, and a stud in her eyebrow. Her eyes were an impossible shade of green, big and round and covered in a fan of dark lashes. She didn’t seem like she was wearing any makeup outside of the dark winged liner she chose, but I thought the basic look suited her perfectly. I appraised her with interest, though I was careful not to let it show on my face.

To my slight surprise, she stared back at me with a sort of stubbornness I wasn’t expecting. Normally my gaze was enough to either intimidate someone or make a girl blush and avert their eyes, but she matched my intense look with an expression akin to boredom. Our staring match was only interrupted once Jughead grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from our table, muttering softly at her. She responded by frowning, thick eyebrows pulling downwards as she pulled her leather clad forearm back from him. I didn’t even know this girl and already I could tell that Jones had messed up; she didn’t strike me as one to be fucked with. Was she a northsider or something? She wasn’t a serpent for sure, I’d have known about her if she was, but she didn’t seem like the other northside trash Jughead brought around. I didn’t have long to ponder, because Toni (ever the vocal one of our group) spoke up and addressed the pair in front of us.

“Jughead, aren’t you going to introduce us to our new friend?”, my pink-haired friend asked plainly, interest evident in her voice. The new girl responded immediately, a dazzling smile overtaking her features as she strode back to the table quickly.

“I’m Beatrice Jones, but you can call me Bea. I’m Jughead’s most favorite cousin, pleased to meet you ”, her bell-like voice stated confidently, hand shaking Topaz’s hand firmly. “And you are…?”

“I’m Fogarty, but you can call me Fangs”, my best friend spoke up from my other side with his hand stuck out. The new girl (or Bea I guess) didn’t seem fazed by his interruption, but she did chuckle lightly at his attempts at flirting before shaking his hand as well. Of course Fangs was the first to act a fool in front of the new girl. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as Topaz introduced herself and apologized for him. When I glanced back up I found Bea’s mesmerizing eyes directed at me, features expectant. I paused for a moment while I struggled to think of a nonchalant response. I realized almost painfully that I hadn’t even said anything to her yet, and felt an emotion akin to panic overwhelm me. What could I even say to this mysterious badass looking girl in front of me without looking like an absolute tool? Realizing I’d been silent for what felt like an eternity, I went with just stating my name. Mentally I face palmed at my crude response, hoping to God that she hadn’t noticed my internal struggle. If she did, Bea didn’t let it show. She simply smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response, before turning back to Jones.

“Great, so now that’s sorted, can we please go?”, she concluded amusedly while cocking her head to the exit. Jughead sighed and shook his head, looking exhausted as ever.

“Bea why do you even need to see him now?”, he snapped while rubbing his forehead like he had a headache. Her eyebrow quirked up slightly before she crossed her arms once more, hip popping out defiantly as she glared at her supposed cousin.

“Because Jug, I didn’t get any sleep because of you and Nancy Drew so I’m awake now, and oh yeah because it’s quite literally been TEN YEARS”, she sassed. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her look of annoyance, especially since it was directed at Jughead. I wasn’t shy about my dislike for FP’s kid and I was honestly thrilled that someone else was on the same page. Although she did say they were related so that was a slight bummer.

“Wait you know FP? How come I’ve never heard of you before then?”, Toni interrupted before Jughead could retort. I spared a glance to the small serpent next to me and found her delicate features a mask of confusion. I furrowed my brow as well. How had we never heard of this girl? I knew practically every Serpent, in or out of jail. Surely if she’s related to FP she had to be affiliated somehow right? I turned back to Bea in interest. Her facial expression remained an unamused mask but I could see in her eyes a tiny spark of fear and discomfort, causing my brows to furrow in concern.

“My dad was Jailbird Johnny”, she muttered before averting her eyes from our curious eyes briefly. Jughead bit his lip before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. I felt my eyes widen in comprehension as Toni’s jaw dropped. Fangs simply looked between the four of us, the confusion clear on his face.

“Who was…?”, he trailed off questioningly. Toni took a breath, looking to Bea for approval before answering. Bea noded lightly, and Topaz began her explanation to the newly initiated Fangs.

“Jailbird Johnny was a serpent during FP’s time. He was not exactly known for his, uhm, aptitude, but he ended up marrying FP’s sister so he was kept around until--”,

“Until he went bat-shit crazy, got kicked out, and moved me out of town”, Bea finished more harshly than I think she intended. I felt a pang of pity run through me with her admission; bat-shit crazy wasn’t a strong enough descriptor for Jailbird from what I’d heard. No wonder I’d never seen her around before. My old man told me that Jailbird had gone way off the deep end after his wife passed and was a hair length away from being kicked out of the Serpents. Clearly over this discussion, Bea cleared her throat before turning back to Jones.

“So, can we go? Visiting hours started hours ago and they won’t let me see him unless you sign off first”, she glowered. Jones sighed once more and I found my irritation with FP's son reigniting.

“Yeah I guess, just let me grab some stuff before we go”, he muttered seemingly annoyed. Bea smiled lightly in victory, face morphing back to the confident expression she'd previously worn. “Come on, let's stop at my locker and then we'll go”.

Bea rolled her eyes before taking a seat at our table next to Topaz.

“Please Jug, I'll just wait here. Not that I'm not down to explore more of this shanty you call a school, but I know for a fact that we're closer to the front doors from here”, she stated simply. Jones threw her a look of disapproval, eyes darting to our group quickly before returning to his cousin. I huffed in annoyance.

“What's the matter Jones? Ashamed to leave her with a bunch of snakes?”, I spat, eyes narrowed. Bea audibly and exaggeratedly gasped.

“He speaks!”, she snickered, feigning shock. I rolled my eyes while Fangs and Topaz laughed. Bea giggled lightly before turning her attention to Toni and speaking casually.

“So did you do that dye job yourself? Cause Jesus knows this rats nest could use a little love”, she asked, hand pointing upwards to her messy hair for emphasis.

Toni and Bea immediately launched into an animated conversation, while Jones excused himself from the lunchroom. I turned my attention back to my broken down laptop, effectively ignoring the easy conversation developing from my two friends and our newest arrival. True, Bea was intriguing, but I generally didn't take well to outsiders and I wasn't really interested in getting to know anyone related to Jughead. No matter how hot they were. My attention was pulled back to their conversation by the girl in question as I vaguely heard her ask me something I didn't catch.

Her gorgeous eyes were looking into my own with such genuine interest that I felt my heartbeat quicken slightly. Refusing to acknowledge this strange physical response,  I furrowed a brow in silent confusion. She chuckled lightly, my wandering eyes not missing how the action caused her chest to bounce slightly with its force.

“I asked what's got you so invested in your screen over there Captain Intensity”, she restated sardonically. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and chose to simply ignore her instead. Fangs laughed out loud and Topaz giggled at the blonde girls question. I glared at my supposed friends; so much for no serpent stands alone.

“I mean is he always this broody, or am I somehow offending him?”, Bea jokingly asked Fangs. I noted with dissatisfaction that my friend had moved to sit closer to the Jones girl and was now so close that their arms were touching. I watched as he laughed and shook his head. I cocked an eyebrow at him a glowered, daring him to say anything. Topaz rolled her eyes from Bea's other side.

“No he's basically always like this”, she replied, ever unfazed. I turned my glare to her, arms crossing in indignation. “But, to his credit, some insane northsider just formed an anti-southside militia so he’s a bit more on edge”.

Bea’s eyebrows furrowed deeply into her smooth face, green eyes losing their twinkle and instead turning into green pools of concern.

“Anti-southside militia?”, she questioned softly, eyes finally settling on me once more.

Whatever smart-ass reply I’d formulated died in my throat as I found myself sucked into the undeniable pull of her gaze. I simply nodded, turning my laptop in an attempt to show her.

“See for yourself”, I stated as blandly as I could manage. No way I was going to let Fangs, Toni, or Bea get a hint of the strange attraction I was feeling for the new girl. Besides, like I said, I really didn’t want anything to do with FP’s blood. Shit was already complicated enough with his wannabe Northside son hanging around, I didn’t need his long-lost niece to come into my life and screw everything up.

Jughead’s ears must have been burning because he chose that exact moment to enter the lunchroom and call Bea’s attention away from me. Eyes still trained on my face, she stood slowly. Finally tearing her appraising eyes from me I felt myself release a breath I hadn’t even known I was holding. There was just something in her eyes, something dark that made me think that she saw through my front. Like she knew what I was really thinking and feeling.  I was 99% certain I was just being stupid-- I mean I just met the girl 10 minutes ago for god’s sake-- but regardless, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved to be out of her line of vision for the moment.

Topaz and Fogarty stood with her, both giving Bea a quick hug as she prepared to exit. Fang’s hands lingered a little too long on her waist for my comfort, but seeing as I made no moves to even stand, I suppose I had no reason to judge. I vaguely heard Bea’s cheery voice giving her goodbyes as I attempted to slow down the inexplicable way my heart beat wildly at the sight of my best friend hugging the new girl. Soon I felt a strange, but not unpleasant tingling sensation on my face as if someone was staring at me. I was certain she was looking at me now, but I chose to keep my eyes trained on the laptop in front of me rather than check for myself.

“Bye Sweet Pea, I’d say it was nice to meet you, but I’m pretty sure you’d hate the sentiment”, she chuckled. I ventured a look up to her face and was unable to stop my lips from curling into a smirk at her comment. She gasped once more, hand coming to rest on Jughead’s shoulder as if she needed support and the other flying to her plaid covered chest dramatically.

“I made the jolly green giant smile. Someone, quick, take a picture! This may never happen again!”, she exclaimed dramatically before winking at me playfully. Ignoring the way the simple action caused my hands to go clammy and my heart to race, I rolled my eyes and kept my smirk firmly in place.

“Only for you doll”, I replied sarcastically, hoping it sounded more passive than I was feeling at the moment. I noted with pride the way her smile seemed to widen fractionally at my comment before Jones turned to pull her away. She turned around and faced our group as she and Jughead left the cafeteria, saluting in mock respect as she exited.

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Sometimes it Snows in April: Chapter 3

Authors note:

I have no idea how I feel about this update, but here it is anyways! 

_Sweet Pea’s POV: _

“You’re on”, Bea practically snarled, hand flying out to shake my own. I chuckled internally at the sight of her; face flushed red, neck tilted back slightly in order to clearly see my face, and her green eyes narrowed to the point that I wasn’t even certain she could even see anymore. If I was being perfectly honest, I had to admit that I found the sight terrifying and adorable in equal parts. To my extreme annoyance, no matter how irritating I found her at times-- especially when she defended assholes like Andrews-- I still found her somehow intriguing. Bea wasn’t like any other girl I’d met; she was tall, confident, funny, tough, and stubborn as all get out. Fuck, she may be even more stubborn than me. Regardless, I was the master of evading my feelings, and I would be damned if I was going to get involved with another Jones kid.

I grasped her hand tightly, ignoring the way my mind noted how soft it was and how, though it was relatively smaller than my own, I wasn’t nervous about breaking it like I was with most girls. Breaking away from her and my thoughts, I strode over to my favorite table and began racking up the balls. After a few moments I felt the small hairs prick up on the back of my neck and I knew that she'd arrived for the game. Without turning to look, I asked,

“So princess, you want to break or do you want to just give up now?”.

She rolled her eyes in irritation, and I couldn't help the rush of pride I felt in the reaction my short quip caused in her.

“You go ahead and break”, she stated firmly, grabbing a nearby cue and leaning on the table. Her face was still pink-tinged from our previous interaction, but the expression on her face had smoothed into an unreadable mask. If I didn't know any better I would say that she was bored with our game already. I shrugged as I stepped up to the table.

“Your funeral”, I muttered before expertly breaking the set, the solid orange ball sinking into a pocket almost immediately.

“You're stripes”, I dead panned as I lined up my next shot.

“You don't say”, Bea replied dryly. She was leaned up against her cue, arms still crossed on her chest, but her face had softened some. She no longer held a look like she was plotting to stab me in my sleep, so I took that as a positive sign.

“You know you can back out any time, I won't judge you”, I mentioned lightly as I sunk two more of my solids. Bea chuckled lightly and shook her head.

“Ditto to you Jolly Green Giant”, she quipped good naturedly as I missed an easy shot.

I scoffed as she inched her leather jacket off her shoulders and took a spot across the table to line up her first shot. I couldn't help but allow my eyes to freely roam over the new expanse of her arms and shoulders, now visible in her small black tank top. Though she'd been around here long enough now, I realized suddenly that I'd never seen her bare arms until this moment. Her skin was as pale as Jughead's, and looked smooth and soft as it practically glowed under the cheap bulbs that hung overhead. To my slight surprise, the majority of her right arm was covered in an intricate tattoo. Blood red roses and nautical stars weaved artfully around her bicep, ending near the crook of her elbow. Over her left shoulder I saw the petals of a more realistic looking flower peeking up from under the thin straps of her shirt.

“You know I, take it back”, Bea's voice broke me out of my thoughts.Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I will absolutely judge you if you back out now”.

I laughed genuinely, but the sound was caught in my throat as I watched her effortlessly sink the blue and red balls one after the other. She noted my shock, and the look of barely contained glee that overtook her features only fueled the gaping look I'm sure was on my face. She swiftly made her way around the table and sidled up near me to line up her next shot.

“Where'd you learn to play like that?”, I demanded, tone a little more harsh than I intended. Bea chuckled as she leaned over the table.

“Shocking isn't it?”, she quipped. Her voice was even, but I could practically feel the way her words dripped with sarcasm and contempt.

“It's almost as if you aren't the only one who grew up in dingy bars learning to play”, she continued, eyes trained on the game in front of us. “Seems for all your big talk you never even considered the fact that you don't actually know the first thing about me”.

I stood dumbfounded as I watched her masterfully sink yet another shot; she now had five of her stripes to my three. I crossed my arms petulantly across my chest as I watched her stand up to her full height and cast me a smile that could only be described as a smirk. I’d honestly hadn’t worried about the possibility of losing a game in years; it was time to start playing dirty. Shaking my head, I walked slowly over to stand just behind the blonde girl, vehemently ignoring the way my heart rate increased at the sight of her plump ass bent over in such close proximity to my body.

“Oh and I suppose you know all about me, huh doll?”, I replied quietly, voice bordering on a whisper and lips so close to the shell of her ear that I was certain she could feel the heat of my breath on her. To my extreme satisfaction, I felt a shiver run through every inch of Bea’s body as I spoke, and I couldn’t prevent the devious smirk that overtook my face in response. She over-shot her next move, sending the green ball flying wide from it’s intended pocket. A feeling I could only describe as pride coursed through my body like a crashing river as I watched the Jones girl straighten up and felt the way her strong form tensed even more after she realised her shot. The feeling dissipated as quickly as it’d come once she turned an about face and was suddenly toe to toe with me. Blood rushed to my neck and face as I realized with a start just how close we currently were. Round face mere inches from my own, I could feel every breath she took and I was immediately drawn into her gaze. Her eyes were like two deep, emerald pools of emotion boring into my own dark hues; her expression was placid, unreadable, but the way her chest rose and fell with each breath betrayed her irritation and interest in our encounter.

“So that’s how we’re gonna play this, huh?”, she practically purred, lips mere centimeters from my own. As palpable electricity coursed between us like a current, a part of me was overcome with the urge to slam her body further into the table behind her and close the gap between our lips. Another, more rational part of me was practically screaming to ignore this urge at all costs and to turn tail and run.

Thankfully, the majority of my brain was currently in too much of a state of shock to act upon either impulse, and I merely ended up frozen in place. Mind racing in overdrive, I attempted to short through the virtual tornado of feelings and thoughts that ran through my brain in order to figure out a response that I wouldn’t end up regretting later. Hoping, somewhat futilely, that Bea couldn’t sense my internal struggle I wound up simply smirking not-so-innocently at the girl in front of me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart”, I responded as casually as I could manage, face never backing away any further from hers. “But I do believe it’s my shot”.

Still mere inches from my own, I watched and held my breath as two of the most intriguing almond shaped eyes I’d ever seen narrowed slightly before Bea’s face broke out into a look of such pure sin that I felt a shiver of electricity pulse through my entire body. She slunk out of the cage created by the edge of the table and my own body lightly and moved to stand on the other side.

“Big mistake Sweets”, I vaguely heard her retreating form mutter as I fought to return my pounding heart rate back to some semblance of a normal rate.

I seriously needed to get a grip. I never let girls get to me like this, or anyone really for that matter. Typically I was totally in control in these types of situations; understanding how to push just the right buttons to get the reactions I wanted while remaining wholly disinterested myself was a skill I’d perfected over the years, but it was a skill that it seemed I'd completely lost today. To my endless frustration, ever since I’d met Bea that day at school any semblance of control or dominance I had over a situation or even my own thoughts had been completely absent. More and more as I interacted with Bea my mind had only been able to draw one coherent thought.

I was fucked.

In a last ditch effort to conceal my inner struggle, I simply bent over the table and I lined up a relatively easy shot and sunk another ball.

“Really though, where did you learn to play like that?”, I asked casually, hoping my obvious curiosity was at least somewhat masked. My eyes were trained on the game in front of me, hoping it seemed like I was absentmindedly looking for my next play.

“When Johnny moved me away he was even less of a father than he was here if you can believe it”, she answered, voice practically dripping with poorly concealed contempt. “I ditched him pretty early on, and I needed to find some way to make money. So, after years spent in places like this, I figured using my age and cute little innocent face to my advantage was the quickest way to get some cash”.

“So you hustled people for money?”, I concluded, gaze finally locking back with hers. She smiled deviously once more before shrugging. I couldn’t help the rush of emotions that flooded me with just this one simple admission; anger at the insinuation of the realities of her childhood, amusement at the obvious way she’d come to be so good at pool, and strangest of all a sense of pride in her skills and the way she'd come about them.

“ As I'm sure you can imagine the necessity of winning certainly helped me learn quickly” she finished. Her tone was nonchalant, but I could almost feel the desperation that laced her words. Underneath her tough attitude still lay a frightened little girl who didn't know where her next meal was coming from. I was a little taken aback at the fierce urge to protect the blonde girl in front of me. Clearly she could take care of herself, but I couldn't help the surge of possessiveness I felt after the small glimpse into her upbringing.

“Makes sense”, I muttered as I leaned back over the table to line up another shot. Confidence swelling as it normally did when I played, I readied a snarky remark as I prepared to tie our scores. The comment never came; the words died in my throat as my eyes met the most jarring thing I'd ever seen and my shot missed its target by inches.

Bea was casually leaning forward on the table, elbows resting comfortably on the edge. The thin fabric of her tank top was noticeably lower than when we'd started, revealing more of her soft flesh than my eyes had ever been fortunate enough to see before. Her chest was pressed up against her arms, and the resulting attention drawn to her ample cleavage left me unable to look anywhere else. Any option of my expression remaining even close to impassive immediately flew out the window. Her strong features were practically oozing sex; green eyes sparkling with amusement and an emotion I couldn't quite place, and her cheeks were flushed with a delicious pink tint that only enhanced her already rosy complexion. In that brief moment as I was taken aback the small part of me that had been urging me to whisk her away and claim her as mine overcame me, and it nearly overpowered the rational part of my brain that'd succeeded thus far at keeping the Jones girl at arms length. My palms became clammy, and heat rushed to every inch of my body.

With great effort, I managed to tear my gaze away from the girl and straighten up to my full height. Bea smirked once more, eyes locked with mine as she gauged my reaction.

“Problem Sweets?”, she grinned. Her body oozed amusement and pride as she snickered, but my mind couldn't help but note that she was still bent over the table.

Still dazed, the realization of the obvious way she was manipulating me slowly entered my consciousness. I was certain I was going to be annoyed later, but currently I couldn't be bothered with any thoughts that didn't involve the girl in front if me or my desperate attempts to bring myself back to reality. To my vague embarrassment, I was sure it was evident just how much I was at a complete loss.

“What the fuck”, I muttered, shaking my head in another attempt to clear the fog that had invaded my brain.

“Sure you don’t want to back out Pea?”, Bea’s voice broke through the lingering jumble of thoughts running through my mind. Evidently Bea had taken full advantage of my momentary lack of attention and had already sunk another shot. Just as I’d predicted, a wave of irritation coursed through me as the realization of just how effortlessly she’d played me hit me like a truck. If her smug expression was any indication, Bea knew it too. What had I gotten myself into?

Choosing to stay silent, I simply crossed my arms and glared at her. Bea snickered lightly as she sunk her final stripe and poised herself to shoot the 8-ball in for her win. I rolled my eyes and mentally prepared myself for the vicious taunts and jabs that I was sure she was formulating for her victory.

Never one to do what I expected, Bea surprised me by standing up slowly from her stance and circling the table as she moved closer to me. Her face was marginally softer than previously, and she finally stopped when she was only an arm’s length from me.

“Just so we’re clear, when I win”, she began only to be cut off by my scoff. She raised an eyebrow at my obvious irritation, but paused only momentarily before continuing.

“When I win, you are going to stop with the whole ‘Northside vs. Southside’ bullshit yeah?”, she finished, long arms coming to cross in front of her chest and eyebrow still quirked with curiosity. I rolled my eyes once more, annoyance radiating from my every pore.

“Games not over yet doll”, I practically growled. Now it was Bea’s turn to roll her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, no doubt about to speak a snappy retort, so I quickly finished. “But that was the deal yeah. I won’t bring it up anymore. While you’re around anyways”.

Seemingly satisfied, the blonde beauty nodded curtly once.

“Okay. So if a game of pool gets me out of that, then what do I have to do to get you to drop the whole brooding, ‘I don’t trust anyone’ facade?”, she breathed lightly, emerald eyes locking with mine once more. Gone were the sparks of amusement and smug pride; all that remained was a look of such hopeful sincerity that it stole whatever smartass comment I had prepared.

“Cause I don’t know if you got the message or not, but I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. So I think it’d make both of our lives easier if we could just be friends”, she finished.

“You really want to be around me that bad, huh sweetheart?”, I smirked, chuckling at the flash of annoyance that crossed her soft features momentarily before her face returned to it’s previous gentle expression.

“You wish”, she giggled. “But seriously Pea, what’s it gonna take to get you to relax around me?”.

I exhaled tensely through my nose as my mind raced with a number of possible replies. I could always go with my usual sarcastic deflection like my rational brain wanted. Or, I could man up and tell Bea the reality of how I felt about getting to know her better like the ever growing part of me wanted to do. Truthfully, when Bea had first barged her way into my life it’d been relatively easy to keep my distance, but with each passing day it became harder for me to remind myself of all the reasons I was trying to keep her out of my life. She’d wormed her way into Toni and Fangs’ trust, and each time she’d made an appearance my rationale for disliking her seemed more and more flimsy. Certainly she fit in better than with us than her poser of a cousin. Admittedly, I thought Bea was pretty okay to be around; she’d proven herself to be funny, sarcastic, laid back, and more down to earth than I’d originally predicted, and even I had to admit that I genuinely enjoyed having her around. More so than I’d ever willingly admit out loud.

Not really ready to tell Bea any of that and unsure of what to say, I opened my mouth to respond and was abruptly (and mercifully) cut off by the sudden entrance of a certain beanie-clad asshole. I scoffed loudly in contempt.

“Looks like this Northsider is lost”, I spat. Bea’s head snapped to mine and I shrugged as I sent a smirk in her direction.

“Sorry doll, old habits die hard”, I drawled, amused.

Bea rolled her eyes at me, but the way the corners of her plump lips quirked upwards clued me in that she was more amused than she let on. I chuckled at her reaction in such a fond way that I was a little annoyed at myself for letting my guard down.

“Jug, what’re you doing here?”, she questioned. His eyebrows furrowed deeper and I had to stop another scoff threatening to escape.

“I could ask you the same thing”, he shot back, clearly displeased with his cousin’s presence in the Wyrm. This time I couldn’t help but grunt with irritation. Bea belonged here more than he did. Evidently, she felt the same; her face twisted into an adorable scowl and her arms came to rest across her chest once more.

“I literally hang out here everyday Jug”, she snapped. “You on the other hand avoid this place like the plague, so again I ask, what’re you doing here?”.

“I’m over being half a serpent”, he replied more calmly than before.

“Wow”, I snapped, interrupting the two. “You will do anything to protect your Northside buddies”.

“What the fuck does that even mean Jug?”, Bea questioned, ignoring me and staring her cousin down with a look of such anger that I was almost feeling bad for Jones. In the past weeks I'd been on the receiving end of one of Bea's furious stares on more than one occasion, and I'd learned quickly that it was not a safe place to be.

“It means I wanna stand with you guys “, Jughead replied, locking eyes with Bea briefly before looking around to the other members who’d gathered by now to watch their interaction. “My father was a Serpent. He led you”.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in irritation. So just because his dad was a Serpent he thought he could just become one himself? He didn’t care about becoming a Serpent, he just wanted to make his life and his Bulldog friends’ lives easier. Finding that the crowd of fellow serpents were not in agreement with his sentiment, I watched as Jughead internally shifted his argument before speaking up once more.

“Tall boy is the one who gave me this jacket”, he continued, pointing out the older man in defiance. “It’s time I finally start wearing it”.

“You stupid fuck”, Bea muttered, shaking her head in disgust. I couldn’t help but find myself feeling slightly proud and pleased that she seemed to be on the same page as me. Bea wasn’t a serpent, but she was miles fucking closer than Jughead.

“So”, Tall Boy drawled, finally entering the conversation from where he stood at a nearby pool table. “Now you wanna be a Serpent ,huh? Let’s see if you survive the initiation first”.

To his credit, Jughead stood his ground as the older man approached, and his expression remained stoic at his insinuation. At some point, Bea had ended up much closer to me than before, and I could feel the way her body shook with what I assumed was anger. A glance over to her round face only confirmed this assessment; her previously gentle features were now stoney and cold, cheeks flushed with a red color that was different than that during our game, and her hands were balled up across her chest so tightly I was borderline concerned for her circulation. I reached a hand before my brain could even catch up with the action, and rested my palm against her bare shoulder in silent support in an effort to calm the angry girl. Bea’s face snapped up, wild green eyes meeting mine before softening marginally.

“He’s a god-damned moron. He has no interest in you guys, I don’t know what his game is”, she muttered echoing my earlier thoughts. The spots where the pads of my fingers and palms met the impossibly smooth skin of her shoulder tingled with almost painful sparks of electricity. Her skin had looked soft from afar, but I could've never imagined it to feel like this. To my unexpected delight, Bea didn't draw back from my touch, but rather leaned backwards so her back was more solidly attached to my front. A wave of heat rushed through me as my brain finally registered the actions my body had taken and my face flushed with what I was certain was an embarrassing flush of color.

“Bea…”, I murmured, racking my brain to think of something, anything to say that would lessen the beautiful girl's obvious annoyance.

“It's fine Pea. But I'd better go talk to him. Or rather go smack some sense into that beanie holder he calls a brain”, she quipped lightly, turning to face me fully. My hand fell from her body lamely and returned to my side, small ghosts of electricity still stinging here or there as it did so. I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“And you don't have to worry about it”, I blurted out, mouth seconds faster than my brain was processing. Bea's thick brows furrowed slightly before raising one in confusion.

“Worry about Jughead?”, she snorted. “Please, he won't make it past the threshold without getting an earful from me, you can count on that”.

I barked out a chuckle at the mental image of the spitfire in front of me squaring up with her comparatively taller cousin, sure that she would intimidate the living hell out of him regardless. I'd pay to see Jones taken down a peg, and having Bea be the one to do it would be hilariously satisfying.

“Uhm yeah no, I mean about me”, I cleared my throat again uneasy feeling returning to me with full force. Bea's brows remained furrowed as she waited patiently, clearly wanting me to continue.

“I just...you're alright Jones. I'll try not to give you so much shit”, I finished lamely, pulse racing for reasons unknown. Expression morphing from confusion to something I couldn't quite place, Bea's face eventually broke out into an ear splitting grin.

“Alright?”, she giggled, eyebrow squirming up once more, this time in accusation. Ignoring the way my stomach flipped at her adorable look of happiness, I rolled my eyes.

“Don't make me regret this Bea”, came my sarcastic reply. Bea chuckled.

“Oh I'm absolutely going to make you regret it Sweetest Pea”, she murmured lowly. Stomach dropping low in my body, I felt my entire body tense at her words, though not in fear, but rather in some kind of anticipation. There was some kind of undercurrent to her simple statement that was sending my nerves into a tailspin, and fuck if the way she was looking right now didn't do things to me. Her eyes had somehow darkened from an emerald to a deep mossy green, and she peered up at my face through her fan of dark lashes. I felt my mind immediately go blank as she peered upwards and our eyes locked.

She was the first to break our staring contest after what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds in reality. She turned and began to walk away before stopping abruptly. She smirked deviously before leaning back over the table just in front of me, ass sticking out more inches from me, and sinking her final ball, effectively finishing our game.

“Almost forgot”, she whispered lowly, smirking in my face, clearly amused by my dumbfounded expression. She wiggled her fingers as if to say goodbye before finally walking away, presumably to go find Jughead.

I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding, and unconsciously leaned against the pool table for support. I wasn't entirely sure what'd just happened, but I knew without a doubt that something had fundamentally changed. I found myself shaking my head to myself once more as I wondered silently what the fuck I'd just gotten myself into.

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