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Are You Open to the Idea of Nude Modeling? :: Sweet Pea Imagine

Drawing by yours truly.

Summary: Transferring to Riverdale high wasn’t easy for Sweet Pea and when he meets an eccentric art student it gets all that much more difficult to settle into the school. It was easy to deal with the Bulldogs who were constantly trying to pick fights with him and his friends so why was it so hard to deal with a single girl who kept pestering him to explore the world of nude modeling?

Word count: 12K

Warnings: Coarse language, humiliation, bullying, sexual references

Author’s note: I haven’t written anything in over a year so of course I find the weeks nearing the end of my thesis to start writing for something no one asked for LOL. And since I’m terrible with finishing pieces in chapters I MADE THIS MONSTROSITY.

I skid to a stop at the entrance of Riverdale high right as the first warning alarm sounded. With a yawn I step onto the tail of my skateboard so it met with my hand midway. Holding the metal bearing on the wheels I push through the front doors to find myself engulfed amongst the mob of students. I could hear the rowdy hollers coming down the halls, unmistakably belonging to the Bulldogs. Unlike everyone else it was way too early for me to have my curiosity peaked by their commotion, so without a glance in their direction I weave my way through the hoard to get to my locker absentmindedly trading my board for the thick math textbook. As I began to walk to my morning class Kevin fell in step with me.

“Good morning [Y/N]!” he smiles.

I quirk a brow at him as I notice that there was a slight bounce in his step, “Did you get laid or something? What got you so cheery this Monday morning?” I laugh.

Kevin scoffs, “Oh god I wish!” he dreamily sighs as he tugs on the collar of his sweater, “But I have high hopes now with the Serpents transferring here.”

I tilt my head in confusion and he laughs rolling his eyes, “You got to get your head out of the clouds once in a while! Didn’t you hear the commotion? The Bulldogs were going bat shit crazy in some weird protest about the Serpents transferring.”

I gasped opening the classroom’s door for the both of us, “Oh right! Yes!”

Kevin wipes a mock tear as he plops down at the desk beside me, “Goodbye my dear friend, I guess I won’t be seeing you around now since your best friend is back.”

Laughing I shake my head, “That isn’t true, besides, Jughead’s probably too busy showing his friends around or protecting them from…well, everyone here. So you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” I muse with a smile.

Math class was a blur.

I couldn’t focus on the blackboard and scratchy white numbers plaguing the surface so I decide to take a nap. Opening my textbook I burry my head into the crevice and successfully dozed off. However, I awake with a jolt as someone tapped my shoulder.

I yell, “TWENTY FOUR!”

The class erupted in laughter and the teacher shook his head with a sigh, “Sleeping again are we, Miss. [Y/L/N]? I would give you detention like last time but you just ended up sleeping there too.”

Blood flushes to my cheeks as I mumble out an apology a waiting for him to return to his lesson. When he finally does, I whip around to see the culprit who exposed me. There sat a new face. The olive skin boy clad in leather stifles a laugh with his knuckles but the smile crept into his eyes.

He composes himself terribly and slides his hand away from his mouth, displaying his perfect pearly whites in a grin, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you had a pencil I could borrow.”

I try hard to hold a stern face but an airy laugh escapes past my lips, “How in the world can you forget to bring a pencil on your first day of school?” I tease passing him my pencil.

The cute boy grins taking the pencil from my fingers, “I’m Fangs.”

I smile turning back around. Noticing without fail Kevin’s gapping mouth at the boy who sat behind me for the remainder of the class.

-

Finally the only class that I looked forward to: art class. I made my way into the classroom and was welcomed by the faint scent of acrylic paint. Grabbing a canvas from the rack I place it on the easel and began setting up my workspace. It was quiet as I move the jars of paint from my cubby to a small table that sat beside my easel. Until two sets of heavy boots echo in the empty room.

A familiar voice calls out, “Hey twenty four!”

Without lifting my head to meet his gaze I shake my head with a small laugh, “Don’t tell me you forgot an eraser now, Buffy.”

The male outwardly giggles making his way over to where I stood. I finally look up only to see Fangs accompanied by a much taller, darker, and handsome companion. My curious eyes meet his and he glowers down at me with a snarl before facing his friend, “You’re already cozying up with the Northsider trash?” he says exposing his perfectly sculpted profile for me. To the slope of his nose, plump lips, chiselled jaw, and the ink that hugged his thick neck, it was evident that god definitely spent extra time on him.

Fangs open his mouth to say something but before he could, I beat him to it, “Fuck, you’re beautiful!” I exclaim.

The tall male whips his face in my direction and his eyes widen to the size of saucers as I step forward to grab his face in my hands. Mesmerized, I tilt his head around carefully with the pads of my fingers so I could get a better look at his features. Satisfied, I squished his cheeks with the palm of my hands, “Are you open to the idea of nude modeling?”

“W-Wha?!” he splutters taking a step back and tempting to cover his dusted pink cheeks with his hand that was adorning multiple rings.

“Oh! Look at that!” I muse grabbing his hand, “Your body proportions, face, and even fingers are perfection. Seriously, it would be a waste if you don’t.”

He flinches, retracting his hand to his face as if I burned him. Fangs finally broke out from shock and laughs hard enough to draw tears. He clutches his stomach with one hand while the other flailed around slapping his flustered friend’s back.

“Yeah Sweet Pea! Don’t let god’s work be in vain,” Fangs wheeze clutching the tall male’s shoulder for support.

Before I could comment on his adorable name, students start flooding into the room. Judging by how he played with the helm of his leather jacket and how he chewed on his bottom lip, I could tell he was trying to compose himself to keep up with his scary bad boy rep. Which I understood, so I gave him a break and sat down in my seat. Fangs and Sweet Pea follow suit taking a seat beside me.

The teacher gives us an assignment brief and we were off to work on our own devices. The class goes by relatively smoothly, most likely due to the fact that the art kids usually didn’t care much about gossip regarding the new additions to our class seeing that we were usually the weirdoes of Riverdale high anyways, of course along side the typical nerds.

I look away from my canvas to steal a glance at Sweet Pea who was intently mixing colours on a palette. Oh gosh, he was so cute. Sweet Pea suddenly looks up and meets my gaze, his cheeks burning red as he forcibly looks away to aggressively apply his newly mixed paint onto his canvas. Drifting away from Sweet Pea’s, probably not intentional, abstract piece, I look over to Fang’s canvas. I burst out laughing but thankfully no one paid much mind as they were absorbed in their own conversations and music. On Fang’s canvas was a poorly drawn stick figure in the “draw me like one of your French girls” pose with an arrow pointing to the figure with “Sweet Pea” roughly scribbled in a fat paintbrush. However, my laugh did catch the attention of the said male so when he looked up from his own canvas he also saw Fang’s masterpiece. His nose scrunches up as he playfully punches Fang in the shoulder as he did nothing to defend himself but laugh hysterically.

“That could be us but you playin,” I sing making sure to catch Sweet Pea’s gaze before turning away.

He scoffs rolling his eyes, “Yeah, in your dreams perv.”

I smile, “Oh yeah, you will definitely be in my dreams beanstalk,” I say teasingly.

Sweet Pea opens his mouth, but before he could make another snarky remark the bell rings signalling for lunch. Everyone hustles to clean up as I continue to work on my painting. Bidding farewell to my new acquaintances results in a cheery “see ya!” from Fangs and a mere glance from Sweet Pea. However, despite his cold shoulder and his understandable despise for the Northside I was determined to get him to model for me.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Fangs and I made it to the rendezvous spot, Jughead’s locker.

Jughead raises a brow at me as I sigh and lean against a locker, “Someone gave you a hard time Sweet Pea?”

Fangs answers for me but not without letting out a snort, “Yup.”

I groan, “I just met the weirdest girl in my art class.”

Toni wiggles her eyebrows and nudges my stomach teasingly, “Is she cute?”

“Kinda,” I shrug, “I mean she’s okay for a Northsider.”

With that Jughead tries to stifle a laugh, “You probably met [Y/N]. Did she ask if you would be interested in nude modeling for her?”

The blood rises to my face once again for the third time today, “Yes! Does she do that to everyone?”

Jughead smirks at my flustered state, “No, only to the really handsome guys. Okay, this is important. Did she call you handsome or beautiful?”

I chuckle proudly, “She actually called me perfection.”

Toni bursts out laughing throwing herself at Fangs, “Do you hear this?!”

Fangs nodded enthusiastically, “I was there man!!! It was so fucking hilarious! You should’ve seen Pea’s face it was priceless.”

I glare at the two buffoons I deem my best friends.

Jughead sucks in a sharp breath as he nervously readjusts his beanie, “Perfection, huh? You are in some deep shit just a heads up. She only ever called one person that before you,” he says trying to keep a stoic face but the twitch at the corner of his lips shows his enthusiasm regarding the whole situation, “She’s going to be after your naked ass.”

I scratch my cheek, “She scares me,” I confess before breaking into a shit eating grin, “And honestly I kinda like it.”

Toni wipes the tears from her eyes, “Oh my god Pea! What the fuck!” she exclaims still hysterically laughing.

Jughead shakes his head still amused as ever, probably the most amused I’ve seen him ever, “Trust me. You have every right to be scared, my dad is still shaken up.”

“FP?” Fangs questions loudly before I could.

He nods, “Yup,” he says popping the ‘p’, “I never seen him make an excuse about Serpent business and dipping so quick. She pestered him for WEEKS saying how he was perfection and how god spent extra time on him,” Jughead explains half out of breath from laughing so hard.

All of us burst out laughing harder if that was even physically possible seeing that Toni and Fangs already had tears streaming down their faces. We only stop when our stomachs start to cramp and growl from hunger. Jughead cocks his head to the cafeteria, “Come on, I’m starving. And don’t worry [Y/N] spends her lunch break in the art room you will be safe Mr. Perfection.”

I roll my eyes at his newfound nickname that I know without a doubt would be used for the rest of the week. Walking into the cafeteria and taking a big waft of the food I found myself pretty excited. The food smells so much better than the slop we were served at Southside high, and I would never admit it but I was excited to see if I had any remaining classes with the weird art girl after lunch.

Your POV

Tilting my head inspecting the canvas I nod with satisfaction. Not bad. Looking at the clock on the wall I notice that I still had about half an hour left for lunch so I quickly clean up thinking that I should be there to at least see Jughead on his first day back. Slipping into the cafeteria I make a beeline for the food grabbing the last plate of mashed potatoes and an apple juice. Holding my tray I purse my lips as I scan the cafeteria for the familiar beanie. But I found him relatively immediately seeing that he sat at a long table occupied by all black leather jacket wearing students. As I near the group and a few of them look up with a bit of hostility in their eyes but I didn’t mind, transferring to a new school in the middle of the semester is tough I get it. I stand right behind Jughead and snatch the beanie off his head, “Hey!” he exclaims. Immediately a few chairs screech loudly as some Serpents stood up from their seat ready to defend their friend. Ignoring them I plop down between Jughead and a pink haired girl.

“HEY! Back at ya,” I yell as he flashes me a smile.

“God I definitely don’t miss you at all [Y/N],” he says sarcastically snatching his hat back.

The pink haired girl pipes up, “Wait. You’re [Y/N]?”

I turn to face her with a smile, “That’s me. I guess Jug’s been talking about me. All good things I hope?”

Jughead scoffs, “I wouldn’t say ALL good things since you came up in our discussion on how you were harassing our little Pea over there.”

“Huh?” I ask following the direction of his craned neck. There sat Sweet Pea.

I giggle, “Oh! You know beanstalk! Is this about the whole nude thing? I’m a professional I swear! I’m not going to molest you or anything,” I try explaining, “Oh…and if you’re worried about the size of your junk I promise I can draw you bigger than you are – to your ideals even!”

“That’s not the point!” the tall male stutters, “God…” he mumbles as his cheeks grew pink.

His group of friends start to laugh. Ignoring him I took over to the giggling Fangs who sat beside his friend who shrank in embarrassment, “Hey Buffy.”

“Hey…” he says in dumbfound awe.

“What did you tell them?” I immediately accuse my best friend who just stifles a laugh.

“Just told them that you harassed my dad,” he simply says popping a fry into his mouth.

I burst out laughing, “Hey! Mr. Jones was totally down. He said he wouldn’t though because YOU would be embarrassed if the whole town saw his naked butt.”

“Oh my god, you are the best!” the pink haired female said, “I’m Toni Topaz by the way.”

I smile at her, “Nice to meet you Toni!”

Before we could delve into a conversation the bell rang. With a sigh I pick up my empty tray, “Off to English.”

Toni smiles brightly, “I’ve got English too! Wanna head there together?”

I return her smile, “That sounds great.”

Exchanging a few goodbyes to Jughead and his friends before splitting ways. Toni keeps close to my side as we navigate through the crowded halls filled with students scurrying to their own classes. We make small talk mainly consisting of asking her how she was keeping up with her first day of school. Everything was going great we even found two seats at the back of the classroom but to get there of course we had to pass by Cheryl, who sat at the front and centre without fail in every class.

“Hello outcasts, it seems like a snake and a untalented sloth can be friends,” the ginger muses.

I roll my eyes, “It’s not my fault you can’t accept that your nose looks weird. I drew what I saw and it’s not my problem that you weren’t happy with it,” I explain matter-of-factly.

I hear an “Ooof,” whistle past Toni’s lips who stood behind me.

The redhead rolls her eyes in return, effectively shutting her up for the time being. I plop down in my seat as Toni takes her respective one beside me. Immediately after settling in she leans on the palm of her hand, her body completely facing me, “So tell me what that was all about.”

Letting out a small noise that was between a laugh and a scoff, “We were partnered up for a portrait drawing exercise last semester and she got mad because apparently I got her nose wrong,” while explaining I dug through my bag to pull out my sketchbook to show her the page with the infamous Blossom’s face on it.

The pink haired girl hums, “Looks pretty on point to me, especially the nose,” she smiles.

“That’s what I said!” I exclaim with a laugh.

“But hey you’re really talented. Do you mind if I take a look through the rest of your sketchbook?”

I pass her my most prized possession that I had, “Sure. And no worries there aren’t any nudes in there. I haven’t found someone who was willing to do that for me yet,” I say with a disappointed sigh.

After Toni flips through each page carefully that mostly consisted of Jughead and sometimes Betty sprawled over the sheets she passes the sketchbook back to me, “They’re amazing! Are you sure you want to waste your talent on Sweet Pea?” she jokes.

I nod in all seriousness, “He is absolute perfection. His Olympian proportions would be wasted if they aren’t spread on a canvas for the world to see.”

Toni’s eyes widen in amusement and she covers her mouth holding back a loud laugh so we don’t get in trouble by the teacher, “If that’s what you really want then okay. I never seen anyone get Sweets flustered before and I’m honestly living for it. I’ll help you convince him into modeling for you.”

My eyes widen as the biggest smile broke onto my face, “Really!? Thank you so much Toni! You have no idea how much that means to me!”

I spent the rest of the English sketching out Toni’s profile as she paid attention to the teacher.

-

The next day

I found myself oddly excited for school even though it was just a Tuesday, which is usually a little too early to be excited in the week seeing that the weekend is so far away. But something with the Serpents showing up to the school is nice, something new and new to look at and draw.

In math I ended up successfully staying awake, much to the approval of my teacher. However, he didn’t need to know that I was focussing on the swishing of my pen as I drew Fangs.

In art class it was the most fun since I got to bug the said boy and his giant of a friend counterpart. Which to my disappointment the latter still refused my offer to fulfill his meaning in life.

And lunch was different. Instead of hiding out in the art room which was of habit after Jughead transferred away, I found myself following Fangs and Sweet Pea to join them at their table. I guess it was nice to spend more time with Jughead and finally have friends. I especially enjoyed talking to Toni about everything and anything.

However, everything turned for the worse nearing the end of the day. I leave the science lab making my way to my locker to pack up to go home when I hear a commotion near the student lounge. Intrigued I make my way over there to see the Serpents and Bulldogs at each other’s throats. Mainly Sweet Pea and Reggie Mantle.

“You think you can just invade our school like some disease and tag your logo everywhere?” Reggie yells shoving Pea in the chest.

Sweet Pea shoves the shorter male back, “It wasn’t us you fucktard. You did this to frame us!”

I cock a brow at all the students who had their phones out snapping pictures of the ground where a huge serpent tag as painted on top of the existing Riverdale high logo. I tilt my head curiously and walk right between the boys who started throwing punches. They stop mid brawl out of confusion as I crouch right before the emblem on the floor, studying it.

“Hm…beanstalk here is right. You yeasty doggos did it,” I say matter-of-factly before standing back up to look at Reggie and the rest of the jocks who stood closely behind him.

“Excuse me?” he growls out taking a step toward me.

I smile and pointed at the Bottom of the snake tag, “I believe if a Serpent had done this they would’ve at least gotten their emblem correct. It’s a dual headed snake, a head at each end of its body, but this guy right here only got one.”

Reggie flicks my forehead causing me to stumble back and I couldn’t help but notice the growl that left Sweet Pea as he inches forward. Reggie gets up into my personal space and tilts my chin up, “Since when have you’ve been so involved with these snakes? Oh! Is it because they are finally getting you laid because everyone here refuses to fuck you, you freak!” he bursts out laughing causing the rest of the Northside student body to do so as well.

I roll my eyes slapping his hand away from my chin, “First, off. You have to be utterly stupid or blind to not notice that detail of their emblem,” I gesture to the leather clad students, “Considering that these guys literally display it on their backs all day. Maybe you can take your head out of your ass so you can take a look around your surroundings, I think it would do you good. And second, I apologize if I offended you by not asking you to model for me. I just don’t really see anything special there, sorry,” I explain genuinely.

The serpents end up laughing at Reggie’s face causing him to shove me harshly out of spite. It all happened so quick, Jughead grabs my arm to steady me as Sweet Pea decks Reggie in the face, “Don’t fucking touch her!” he shouts just as Reggie throws a punch back into Sweet Pea’s face.

My heart beats rapidly and I could feel the blood rushing to me cheeks, someone stood up for me. I watch in complete awe as the mass of boys start to gravitate together, ready to fight. Luckily, it was cut short as Principle Weatherbee bellows over the crowd, “Enough! Miss. [Y/L/N] is right. I didn’t think it’s possible but… Bulldogs clean up your mess!” he yells gesturing to the floor, “And you, Serpents, no gang related in duos while on school premises so as of today you are to leave your jackets at home. If I see that logo of yours you will be suspended!”

An argument breaks out between Weatherbee and the Serpents as they refuse the newly implemented dress code but they couldn’t do much since he was the principle. The crowd quickly disperses and I stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself after the burst of confidence to stand up to the Bulldogs. I hear a sigh coming beside me and I look up to see Jughead, “I can’t believe you did that [Y/N] they’re going to make your life harder than they already do.”

I shrug, “I guess it’s hard to stand around and watch others get picked on when you know how that feels y’know?” I shyly confess picking at my cheek.

The beanie clad boy smiles pulling me into a tight embrace, “Thank you [Y/N], for standing up for me…us.”

Toni and Fangs quickly agree and transforms the embrace into a group hug.

I let out a breathy laugh as they squeeze the air out of my lungs, pulling away I gesture to Sweet Pea who awkwardly stood a foot away, “I mean I got to keep my golden model out of – WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream noticing the purple bruising skin decorating his eye.

I grab his face pulling him down to my height to inspect his black eye, “NO! My baby! Your face!” I cry devastated hugging his head, “I’m going to fucking kill Reggie!”

Sweet Pea chuckles pulling back so we held eye contact, “It’ll heal. And when it does maybe,” he pauses with a sigh, “I can be your model – clothed model. But maybe if you take me out on a date I would consider going topless. How about that?”

I smile nodding continuously, “Yes! Yes, I thousand times yes!”

That was the first time I saw his face soften, he lets the corner of his lip tug up slightly, “I’m only doing it because you did that for the Serpents. And I’m not one to not return favours.”

Giggling I pull him into a tight embrace, “Whatever, I’ll take it!”

He returns the hug.

-

Friday of the following week

“So…” I trail off leaning beside Sweet Pea’s locker, “Your eye is about healed. Are we still on?” I ask coolly trying my best to hide my excitement just in case he reveals to me that it was all a joke.

He places his math texture onto the top shelf of his locker before turning around giving me a view of his smirk, “We’re still on, as long as my pants stay on too.”

I giggle, “Yeah…I think I can do that – for today anyway. Seeing that it’s your first time modelling I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to end up looking constipated in my piece.”

The smirk continues to stay on his plump lips, “Just so you know, my resting face is up in that alley. Don’t blame me if I look constipated.”

A shy smile found its way on my own lips, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. I think your resting face is more smouldery than you think,” I say brushing my hair behind my ear as I led the way to the still life drawing studio.

Sweet Pea makes his way up on the large pedestal and sat himself down on the stool making him still look like a huge looming mass even though he was seated. He watches me as I readjust the light source making sure it illuminated all the perfect features of his face. Taking a step back I look up at him and I couldn’t help but to admire him even more as the light and shadows enhanced all his already stunning features. Satisfied I take a seat on a stool that sat in front of the pedestal with my sketchbook and pencil in hand.

He clears his throat awkwardly, “So…what do you want me to do?” he mumbles looking at the lamp.

I hum tapping my pencil against my chin, “Honestly you’re perfect as is. You can keep looking at the light. But of course not directly, I don’t want your eyes to burn out,” I laugh.

“Gotcha.”

My medium glided along the paper effortlessly, it just came so natural drawing him. I wasn’t being dramatic when I tell him that the construction of his face is perfect. Every stroke of graphite was smooth and represented his features flawlessly. I just about finished his face and I extended the line from his chin to sketch out his neck. Looking back up at him I giggle at the turtleneck that he so reluctantly had to wear.

“That’s not gonna do,” I sigh and his eyes glance over at me as he tries to keep his pose, “Can you pull down your -”

“No! I don’t want to pull down my pants!” he exclaims immediately breaking from his pose to stand up, ready to make a run for it.

I laugh shaking my head, “Sweets no!” I exclaim standing up to place a reassuring hand on his broad shoulder, “I was about to say turtleneck, like can you pull it down for me cause this preppy Riverdale high attire isn’t really working for me and I think it’s safe to assume that it isn’t working for you either.”

His cheeks dusts pink as he scratches his cheek, “Haha…yeah. Yeah I can do that,” he mumbles taking a seat again.

I pull gently hook my finger in his collar feeling the contrast between my cool digit against his warm neck. And he felt it too as he shivers. I pull down the fabric with one hand as I use my other to lead his up to hold down his collar.

I retract back into my earlier position holding my sketchbook again, “Don’t worry Sweets, I don’t bite. Contrary to popular belief,” I explain focussing back at the task on hand.

He chuckles, “I can just take this off if you want.”

I look back up to him, “We don’t wanna do that. If I say yes you’re going to get freaked out and run away. I’m almost done so I don’t want that,” I tease smiling.

The corners of Sweet Pea’s lips curl up as he looks back at the light source. Watching him for a moment and back down at my finished drawing of his face, I pull out an eraser.

“Alright! I’m done,” I chime.

Sweet Pea stretches with a sigh before jumping off the pedestal, “Let’s see the masterpiece!”

I smile handing him the sketchbook that captured the profile of Sweet Pea smiling in his usual leather jacket and plaid attire.

“Is it okay?” I ask timidly.

“Okay?” he gasps, “This is amazing! Damn. You even got my jacket on point without a reference!”

With a blush I smile, “Thanks. So I guess you know that I have the ability to draw you wearing anything…or nothing at all at my freewill,” I tease jokingly which causes him to laugh.

“I mean if I were to model for you naked I think you would do my body justice,” he teases back with a wink making me laugh in return.

I pack up my stuff as he waited patiently. I look up at him and he didn’t say anything – a comfortable silence envelopes us. And I decide to ask him the subject that has been plaguing my mind since the first day I met him.

“Um…Sweet Pea?” I ask shyly suddenly finding my paint-splattered shoes to be interesting.

He hums a waiting for me to finish. I smile up at him optimistically, “There’s this art competition happening next month and it’s really important to me. I was wondering if you would be interested in modelling again.”

I smile unsurely as my eyebrows knit together. He shrugs, “Sure why not? Today wasn’t exactly terrible.”

“Really?” I stutter out in disbelief, “But the competition has a canvas size requirement…it’s quite big I don’t think I would be able to finish it in one seating.”

Sweet Pea nods humming thoughtfully, “Do you think meeting twice a week would do?”

“Are you sure? That’s a lot of time commitment.”

“Does it look like a have a whole lot of shit I got to be doing?” he retorts back.

I shrug, “I don’t know what you Serpents do after school hours,” I quickly add “But all good things I assume.”

The tall male snorts, “Nice save. But yeah I’m down to help you out.”

Gratitude fills my chest causing warmth to tingle throughout my body. I pull him into an embrace, “Thank you Sweet Pea! This means so much to me I hope you know!”

I pull away and raise a brow, “But what do you want in return?”

He genuinely smiles, “I actually can think of one on top of my head right now. Maybe you can give me a cool tattoo or something.”

I grin, “You’re really going to trust me to draw something permanent on your skin? Especially considering that I never ventured off a piece of paper before.”

Sweet Pea shrugs, “After seeing what your skills I’m not too worried.”

“Thanks,” I smile the butterflies in my stomach taking flight.

-

The following weeks consisted of us spending the brute of our time in the still life studio after school. We would spend about three hours per session before he drops me off back home on the back of his motorcycle as I attempt to hold onto my skateboard and his waist for dear life. That was how Tuesdays and Fridays went without fail until today. Sweet Pea took his usual spot on the pedestal as I set up the biggest canvas I’d ever worked on. I revived the dried acrylic paint from Tuesday. However, before I could even apply the paint onto the canvas someone burst into the room. We both jolt up and look towards the door where Josie made her entrance.

“Hey Sweets! There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Why are you in this dump on a Friday evening? Let’s go to Pops!” she says pulling the said boy of her interest up.

He staggers slightly gaining his balance before answering, “Sorry Josie, but I’m busy.”

Josie casts a glance at my direction and eyes me up and down before turning to the male and smiling brightly again as if that stank face never happened, “Don’t you remember that you owe me? Due to my efforts we passed that chem lab with flying colours! And I think I deserve a shake for that,” she says poking him playfully in the chest.

He was a little unsure of himself as he looks between Josie and me. So I made the decision for him. He wasn’t one to be pressured into anything he didn’t want to do so by him not turning down Josie it was clear that he wanted to leave with her and I respected that.

“You know what? We’ve actually made really good process already. Why don’t you go enjoy your Friday night?” I smile but it definitely didn’t reach my eyes.

However, I don’t think he noticed since almost immediately that left my lips Josie hugs his bicep and drags him out of the room.

I click my tongue absentmindedly as my eyes focus back on my canvas. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. I haven’t relaxed on a Friday night in a while it could be a nice change for once. Taking my time cleaning up I make my way to my locker grabbing my skateboard.

-

Tuesday rolls around and I was determined to finish a vast majority of the piece seeing that next week was the deadline for the competition. I had set everything up, all that I was missing was the model himself. I rocked on the uneven stool for a few minutes before the door swings open. I look up with a smile for it to only change into a look of confusion, “Hey…Fangs?”

He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, “Sweet Pea sent me here to tell you that he can’t make it today.”

“Oh…” I nod, “That’s okay. Thanks for telling me.”

Fangs makes his way towards me to look at the canvas, “That looks amazing!” he says before trailing off, “But you’ve still got a lot to do…the thing is next week too right?”

I sigh in defeat, “Yeah…but that’s okay. I got his face finished already it’s just his hair…and everything else,” I humourlessly laugh.

The olive skin male stays silent for a minute before he breaks it, “I’m going to drag his ass back here. He’s just going on a date anyways and that can wait,” he explains already making his way out the door.

“Wait!” I call grabbing a hold on his sleeve, “He’s on a date?”

Fangs turn around giving me an apologetic expression, “Yeah…with Josie. I’m sorry.”

The palms of my hands cramp and I feel my heart drop to my stomach but I nodded and tried for a smile, “I…I see. That’s alright then, I don’t want to interrupt that. I’m pretty sure I can make do from memory anyways.”

He sighs patting my head softly, “That’s not the point. It’s more about principle,” he mumbles the next part, “And I was kinda rooting for the two of you to become a thing,” but he increasingly got louder with passion, “And he goes off and pulls this shit!? With Josie of all people?”

I couldn’t find it in me to keep angry seeing that Fangs channelled all my frustration out through his own body. I smile softly pulling him in for a hug, “Thanks Buffs,” I sigh against his shoulder.

“But [Y/N], do you have feelings for Pea?” he asks in all seriousness.

I pull away with a shrug, “Doesn’t really matter now does it?” I chuckle watching him frown causing me to punch him playfully in the shoulder, “I’ll be fine, don’t look at me like that!”

He nods crossing his arms, “Alright fine. But is there anything I can do for you before I go at least?”

Humming I eye him up and down, “If it isn’t against the rules or anything would it be possible if I could borrow your jacket?”

Fangs shrug out of his Serpent jacket that Weatherbee finally allowed them to wear again starting last week. He hands it to me, “Promise me you won’t get paint on it.”

“I promise,” I smile hugging the leather to my chest.

With a soft peck on my forehead he leaves closing the door behind him. I hold out the jacket feeling determination coursing through my veins. Pulling up an extra easel I hang Fang’s jacket so that the emblem faced me and got straight to work.

-

Friday

Sweet Pea doesn’t show up again.

And he didn’t even bother to send Fangs to tell me that. The heavy compression grew in my chest again but I didn’t have time to be upset. Shaking my head and plastering a smile on my face I got to work.

I only halt in my painting when my bladder became unbearable to hold. Getting up with a groan and a satisfying stretch that resulted in a ‘pop’ I dash for the washroom. With a relived sigh I make my way back to the studio, only to be greeted by a tall male who loomed over my canvas.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sweet Pea says handing me a milkshake.

I look up at him with confusion but nonetheless I take the drink from his hand. He cocks his head to the Pop’s takeout bag that perched on top of a table, “That’s for you too, I hope you accept my apology. I had a talk with Fangs and realized how big of a jerk I was being.”

“A bigger jerk than usual,” I correct as I sip on the strawberry shake.

“Yes that too,” he chuckles.

I walk up beside him inspecting the canvas alongside with him, “I’m about done anyways. Just working on the background so you don’t really need to be here if you don’t wanna.”

He casts a soft gaze my way, “What if…I want to be here?”

I shrug indifferently trying to ease the harsh beating in my chest, “I’m not going to kick you out or anything. Especially since you got me food,” I laugh rummaging through the paper bag.

Sweet Pea nods looking over the canvas again, “What were you planning on for the background?”

“Yellow sweet pea flowers,” I mumble out with a full mouth.

He chuckles, “That sounds beautiful, but why a Serpent in a field of flowers?”

“Well…everyone around here sees Serpents as thugs and such but I think you guys represent so much more than that. I wanted the piece to embrace the power of youth and rebellion and how beautiful and rejuvenating it can be, hence the flowers…well that’s what I was going for anyways,” I explain with a small smile.

Sweet Pea worries his bottom lip between his teeth staying silent but I can feel his mind running thoughts miles per second. I nervously laugh holding out my hands in defense, “Sorry if you think that’s stupid especially since I’m using your face for this! Honestly, it doesn’t have to be that deep it can literally be you with a blank background!”

Before I could ramble on Sweet Pea leans down and presses his soft lips against mine, successfully shutting me up. He pulls away slightly, our noses still touching. Looking down at me with a warm soft gaze, “No, I think that’s beautiful…just like the artist,” he breathes kissing me once more.

My body felt light and warm. I wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or the close proximity of his body as he held mine against his. We stay still, basking in the moment and it was perfect. His gaze holds mine searching for something that I couldn’t exactly pinpoint. His lips part before closing into a gentle smile.

He tries again, “I never felt this way before…and I’m kinda scared but it’s exciting – this feeling.”

I nod understanding what he meant, “I’m new to all this too…but I thought you were already scared of me so…what’s the difference?”

Just then the door screeches open. Without pulling away we simultaneously look towards the door. Josie. There she stood with her hands on her hips looking rather livid.

She huffs, “I can’t believe you really blew me off and didn’t come to watch me practice.”

Sweet Pea shrugs, “I told you that I had other plans.”

Josie rolls her eyes, “Surely you would’ve enjoyed watching me sing than – her just sitting there and paint,” she angrily expresses gesturing towards me.

He sighs before replying with equal frustration, “Josie, I already held up my promise and took you to Pop’s for helping me do well in that assignment. So I don’t know what you want from me.”

I watch the Pussycat smirk as she crosses her arms, “I want you to do what you did with me that night,” she then eyes me, “It felt so good, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Instantly I felt dirty.

I pull away from the taller male, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. Sweet Pea frantically tries to stitch words together to explain himself but it fell upon deaf ears as all I could focus on was wiping my lips with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“Um…I don’t really have time to be in the middle of a lovers quarrel,” I explain keeping my gaze locked on the floor, “I gotta finish this painting…so why don’t you just leave Sweet Pea?”

I look up and that was my second mistake, first mistake was giving him my first kiss. He watches me with knitted brows, it could’ve easily been mistaken for anger but I’ve watched his face carefully enough for the past month to know that it was a look of pain and sadness. The lump in my throat grew as I force my face to stay stoic as he tries so hard to explain himself, but I couldn’t find it in me to care anymore. Suddenly his face grew angry as he realizes. The tall male turns around with a furious growl, shoving tables, kicking stools, and ultimately picking up easels to throw them across the room. In his rampage Josie was smart enough to keep silent to not fuel his explosive anger. Regardless he makes his way right in front of girl and he rolls his neck, a habit I noticed that he had when he tries to hold in his irritation, “Get the fuck out of here before I break all your music equipment. Whatever the fuck happened that night is NEVER going to happen again.”

His shoulder sags noticeably before he turns around to face me again. I stay planted before my easel, which was the only one in the room that wasn’t destroyed in his explosion episode. He looks defeated as he stands right in front of me – a careful distance between us.

“I’m sorry…” he pleads, “I swear I wouldn’t have done that if I knew that you liked me back.”

I shrug nonchalantly, “I guess you don’t like me that much then if you were to be swayed so easily.”

“But I do...” he says quietly, “I…just didn’t think that you could’ve possibly seen me as something more than your muse.”

“I mean if Pygmalion could fall in love with his sculpture I don’t think it’s that wild for me to fall in love with you, a real person,” I explain.

He lets out a breathy laugh, “I don’t really get that reference but I get the gist. Basically you’re saying that I’m an idiot?”

I nod, “Exactly that.”

“Do you forgive me?” Sweet Pea asks suddenly.

I wasn’t sure how to reply so I shrug. The rest of the evening consisted of him quietly cleaning up the mess from his rampage as I finished the painting.

-

Monday

After the whole confessing over deal on Friday the relationship between Pea and I was awkward to say so in the least. So when Monday rolled around it wasn’t a surprise that the tension still lingered. Fangs and I walk together to art since we had first period together. So as we sat and talked at our table before the class started Sweet Pea finally makes his way into the class. Our conversion trails to a stop as we make eye contact. He tries for a small smile which I return before plugging my ear buds in to completely focus on my project. I blast my music but I can still hear the usual faint bickering between the two boys.

Sweet Pea’s POV

It made me sad that [Y/N] was still not like herself but I understood. I really fucked up and hurt her feelings which was the last thing I ever wanted to do in my life. Respecting her space I focus my attention to my best friend. Barely getting anything done, which was the norm for any students who took art – of course besides [Y/N], I ended up goofing around with Fangs. The shorter male dips his fingers into a jar of purple paint and smears it on my forehead.

“Yooo did Reggie beat you up again?” Fangs cackles holding his stomach.

“He never beat me up you dick!” I roll my eyes slapping a yellow hand mark onto his cheek in return.

And one thing led to another. The next thing I knew I was holding my large cup of used rinse water chucking the contents at Fangs who expertly ducked. Simultaneously our eyes bug out of our heads as we watch [Y/N] get drenched with the grey water. The poor girl blinks the water out of her eyes and looks down at herself in confusion as a blush crept onto her face.

She was wearing white.

Her head snaps to look at the two of us but I felt majority of the wrath. She glares at me silently as the droplets run down her face and to her chest which was completely on display as her shirt grew translucent. A blush spread onto my cheeks as well as I take notice of her lacy [colour] bra.

“What the fuck!?” she exclaims wrapping an arm around her chest before quickly running out of the class.

The class starts to erupt in laughter as I quickly chase after her. Before leaving I hear Fangs shout over the class, “Shut up! Nothing to see here!”

Running into the hallway I see her turn sharply into the women’s washroom. Not giving a shit I follow her in.

“Hey I’m so…” I trail off watching her struggling to pull the clinging fabric over her head.

Blood rushes to my face as her cleavage was on full display. “Oh – Oh my god!” we yell in unison.

I turn around immediately as she simultaneously pulls her shirt back on.

“Pea?! Why are you in here?”

“Uh...” I stutter, “To apologize? I don’t know?!”

She sighs and I hear her footsteps making her way behind me. She places a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to face her. Rolling her eyes she speaks, “It’s whatever. I know it’s an accident. Just don’t be so stupid next time.”

I sigh in relief, “You aren’t upset?” I ask looking into her eyes.

The shorter female shrugs, “Eh…just adding it to the list now. Nothing special.”

I wasn’t sure if she was joking but it made my heart sting. Pushing my thoughts back I shimmy out of my jacket to take off my flannel. I hand her the shirt and she gratefully smirks, “Thanks.”

Just then the door opens. Looking over there nervously we both sigh in relief to see that it was just our pink haired friend.

“Uhh…why the fuck are you in the women’s washroom Pea?” she questions with a raised brow.

I roll my eyes, “The girls are probably more comfortable with me being in here and you, you predator.”

Toni mocks offense but she ends up cackling, “You right, you right. But get out of here before you get in trouble. I’ll help [Y/N] clean up.”

Your POV

Changing into Sweet Pea’s flannel I couldn’t help but to bask in his scent that consisted of the perfect balance of soap and musk. Especially with the scent wafting everywhere as I bent under the hand dryer while Toni tussles my hair in hopes to dry it out a bit.

“There, I think you should be okay now,” Toni pulls away with a smile, “Besides the flannel eating you up.”

I look in the mirror and I couldn’t help but laugh. The blue plaid flannel was about triple the size of me. My hands disappear in the sea of extra fabric from the sleeves and the length of the shirt fell at the middle of my thighs. My pink haired friend tried to tuck the excess into my pants without avail as there was just that much fabric causing us to laugh.

“Hey I’m sorry that you’re stuck with my two idiots I call friends in art. I wish I was there to keep them in check, babe.”

I smile shaking my head, “It’s alright. I rather enjoy their company. I just wished they didn’t splash me with dirty paint water though.”

Toni nods in agreement, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“What is your relationship with Sweets?” she asks crossing her arms her face suddenly growing serious.

“Uhhhh do you like him or something? I can back off I swear,” I laugh holding my sweater mitts up.

She bursts out in a hearty laughter, “Oh jeez no. I definitely would go for you first before him.”

I smile shyly, “Thanks Toni. In that case, then yes I guess you can say that. But I don’t know anymore. Him and Josie seem to hit it off pretty great.”

Toni rolls her eyes at that, “No I think you got it wrong. Nothing happened between them.”

I open my mouth but Toni doesn’t give me a chance to speak, “They went back to his trailer. They were making out and when they started to take off their clothes Pea put a stop to it. He said something about not wanting to show his body to anyone but you. He beat himself over making out with Josie all week I swear.”

I shake my head with a look of pure confusion, “Then why didn’t he just tell me that nothing happened between them?”

At that Toni scoffs, “It’s fucking stupid,” she continues, “He didn’t want you to know that he’s a virgin.”

“What?!” I laugh, “Really?”

She joins me, “I know right! We all told him that and he was so stubborn. Going on that how you were too cool to want an inexperienced guy.”

“Fuck…he’s so adorable,” I sigh covering my blushing cheeks.

Toni pulls my hands away from my face looking deep into my eyes, “I hope you can forgive him now?”

I nod, “Yeah, definitely.”

Giving Toni a final hug I make my way back into class. Immediately my two friends look up from their conversation. I take a seat and realized that they had cleaned up the mess while I was gone.

“You alright?” Sweet Pea asks dipping his head apologetically.

“Yeah,” I say giving him a genuine smile, “Thanks for the shirt by the way.”

His face lights up and a blush dusts his cheeks, “You look really great. You can keep it.”

I smile at that, “I was planning on never returning it anyways but thanks.”

Fangs sighs happily clasping his hands together as he looks at the both of us while he sat stark in the middle, “I’m so happy right now guys.”

-

The bell rings.

“Hey, you guys head to the caf first. I got to drop off something in my locker,” Sweet Pea says cocking his head in the opposite direction.

“Okay! We’ll save you a spot,” I say with a smile before waving at him.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Closing my locker I was surprised to see Josie leaning against the locker beside mine.

“Hey Pea,” she smiles seductively.

I cock a brow, “Yes?”

“It’s a little chilly today,” she starts.

“And I can’t do anything about the weather,” I add.

She laughs, “You’re funny. I was wondering if you could lend me your flannel.”

I shake my head, “Not my problem. Maybe check the weather next time before leaving the house without pants,” I deadpan gesturing to her mini skirt.

Josie’s jaw drops and I was satisfied. I left it at that and made my way to the cafeteria where [Y/N] was waiting for me.

Your POV

Sitting with a plate of my favourite school lunch I pick at my food as I make conversion with Jughead about his new article. A tray slides onto the table and I look up at my favourite beanstalk as he makes himself comfortable beside me. Giving him a shy smile I focus back on my best friend.

Looking at my phone I notice the time,” Oh I’ll catch up with you guys later. I’m going to go pack up my painting for the competition this Wednesday.”

“Oh! I haven’t seen it yet. Can we see it?” Jughead expresses and Toni nods in agreement, “I haven’t seen your masterpiece either.”

I laugh, “Sure! Why don’t I bring it here for you guys. I’ll be right back!”

Getting up from my seat I make my way to the studio. However I didn’t realize that Josie and a bunch of her Bulldog friends also made their way out of the cafeteria as well. Walking nonchalantly down the halls I was surprised to see Chuck approach me. I knit my brows together, “Yes?”

“Hey freak. Finally getting some from those snakes?” he laughs obnoxiously as he thrusts his pelvis into the air.

“I didn’t know you were so invested in my life. Thanks, I’m flattered,” I sarcastically reply turning the corner for only my heart to stop.

There in the middle of the hall was Josie accompanied by a bunch of Bulldogs, minus Archie. But that wasn’t what made me nervous it was the painting that one of them held as Reggie playfully threw punches against causing the canvas to bounce with each contact he made.

I grit my teeth, “What do you want Josie?”

“For you to take that off,” she points out gesturing to Sweet Pea’s flannel.

I squint in confusion, “Okay? I can change out of it just give me a minute.”

She shakes her head, “I want you to take it off now.”

“What?”

Josie nods, “I think you heard me. Take it off and walk into the cafeteria and give it back to Sweet Pea.”

“Why are you doing this? Are you really that upset that he refused to have sex with you?” I ask crossing my arms in a challenge but she didn’t have to know that my heart was hammering against my chest.

She sighs closing her eyes, “I just don’t understand why he would chose you over me. Maybe if he sees you topless he would come running back,” she shrugs.

“Do you really like him that much?”

“No not really. I just don’t like losing,” she explains evenly.

Josie casts a glance at Reggie and he presses a finger into the painting of Sweet Pea’s face causing the canvas to stretch painfully.

“As an artist yourself I’m really surprised that you would do this,” I say with shaky fingers as I unbutton my shirt.

I could feel hot tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes but I will myself to hold them in. Undoing the last button I pull the flannel off my body exposing my supple skin for everyone to see. I stare at Josie holding her stare as some of the Bulldogs pull our their phones to snap a photo.

“Now go on,” she waves.

I clench my fist turning around. With every step I feel every crevice in my body start to grow clammy. I felt myself getting light headed as I walk down the hall as a few students stop and turn but it was nothing compared to what’s going to happen when I enter the cafeteria. Swallowing hard I throw the door open and make my way to the opposite side. Keeping my eyes focused on Sweet Pea’s back, refusing to pay attention to the hollers and clicking of cameras.

Jughead notices me first. He stands up in shock already taking off his jacket causing the rest of the Serpents to turn. Sweet Pea freezes for a second before darting towards me. The rest of the Serpents stand up making their way to me. But I didn’t answer any of their frantic questions. I shove the flannel into Pea’s arms and ran out of the cafeteria despite his protests.

I hold my hand out as I was now seething in anger, “Please.”

Josie nods and the rapid beating of my heart finally calms down but it shatters into a million pieces immediately. I watch as Reggie’s fist goes through the canvas. I let out a piercing scream as I try to stop him but another Bulldog held me back. All I could do was watch him throw the broken canvas onto the floor, stomping it into pieces. I cry, hot tears bubbling over streaming down my face as I claw at the arm that held me back – thrashing.

“[Y/N]?” Sweet Pea frantically calls out turning the corner with my friends by his side.

I look up at him and his expression zones out at the scene before him. He was seeing red. I duck as his fist flew in my direction, knocking out the person who held me. Toni immediately rushes to hug me in her arms as the other Serpents joined in on the fight. I cry as I watch Sweet Pea pinning Reggie on the ground as his fist smashes into his face over and over again. Jughead puts a hand on his shoulder, “That’s enough. He’s already unconscious.”

Sweet Pea heaves, pulling away but not before landing a kick in Reggie’s stomach for good measure. At that, the rest of the Bulldogs scramble to retrieve Reggie and drag him away before he died from the tall Serpent. Surprisingly, amidst the whole chaos Josie froze from her spot and didn’t run away until it was too late. Sweet Pea was seething in rage as he stood before her, “I don’t hit girls,” he explains shaking.

“But I can,” Toni says colliding a fist into Josie’s face.

Sweet Pea drapes the flannel back over my shoulder, “You okay [Y/N]?”

I shake my head pointing at the broken canvas that Toni, Jughead and Fangs were trying to piece together but it was fruitless. It was beyond repair.

“Maybe we can start new?” he encourages and I shake my head.

“There’s no time Pea…it’s useless,” I sigh as I find myself crying again.

“You’re really talented. I’m sure you can finish it.”

I shrug, “Maybe…but I can’t afford a new canvas.”

He holds me close to his chest running his long digits through my locks soothingly, “There’s always other competitions?” he tries again.

I shake my head pulling away to look into his eyes, “That’s not the point. I need to win this one,” I sigh casting my gaze to my shaking hands, “I need the award money to pay for my dad’s medical bills. He got into an accident a few months ago and it’s been hard with my baby brother and my mom who’s already been picking up odd jobs. This competition was the only way I could help my family…”

Sweet Pea holds me tightly.

-

The next morning

I was not looking forward to school. Seeing that I spent all night crying my eyes were so puffy they were almost impossible to even open. But not wanting to worry my parents I grab my skateboard that sat at the front door, “I’m off!”

“Have a wonderful day, sweetie!” calls my dad from the kitchen.

Pulling on my backpack my ears perk up at the loud rumbles coming from my driveway. I look outside to see Sweet Pea, Jughead, Toni, and Fangs on their motorcycles. I give them a confused grin and leave my skateboard at the entrance as I make my way over to them.

“Good morning everyone!”

They all return my greeting and Sweet Pea takes off his helmet, placing it on my head, “Come on, we’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks!” I say gratefully snapping the strap shut.

I wrap my arms around his waist as we drove down the road together, giggling as some seniors jolt in their morning walk when we zoom past them. I watch as we drive pass Riverdale high, “Huh? You guys missed the turn.”

“I said we’re giving you a ride. I didn’t say to school,” he shouts over the loud exhaust.

“What?!”

I couldn’t exactly make out the time we spent on the road but watching as the buildings start to grow sparse as greenery took over it was safe to assume that we’ve been driving for a while. They pull onto a dirt road and continue for a while before halting in front of an open field full of flowers. It was beautiful. Wafting in the sweet scent I stumble off the bike to get a better view of the breathtaking scenery.

“They aren’t sweet peas but I hope it will do,” Sweet Pea says.

“Huh?” I tilt my head turning around.

I blush as I cover my eyes, “Oh – oh my god! What are you guys doing?!”

The four of them were shimmying out of their clothes. Fangs was the one to speak up, “Making your dreams come true twenty four!” I look at him and immediately regret it he was already taking off his black jeans.

“You said you didn’t have time to paint a whole new portrait or get money for a canvas. So we thought maybe you could use us as the canvas,” Toni explains pulling my hands away from my face.

“But…” I splutter, “You guys are really okay with being nude? In front of each other?”

“Didn’t you say you were a professional? Isn’t it for art?” Jughead shrugs.

But the piece will be on display for all of Riverdale to see!” I exclaim.

“Well I think it’s about time the world sees my ass in all its glory,” Fang explains twerking slightly, “Show em what my momma gave me.”

Toni hums in agreement pointing at him, “True that! You gotta flaunt that baby!”

“Toni, you’re really okay with this? These doofuses are going to see you naked,” I ask to make sure.

She smiles standing there in her bra and matching undies, “Yeah! We grew up together anyways so it wouldn’t be the first time they saw me naked. Only difference being that I hit puberty,” she laughs, “But nah, I ain’t worried.”

“We’re too scared to let our gaze linger on her anyways,” Fangs add.

I lastly turn to Pea for his consent, and he shrugs, “Seems like we’re more down for this than you are [Y/N]. For someone who asks for nude models you are quite shy aren’t you?”

“Well no one has ever agreed!” I stutter defensively.

“But here we are, so lets do this before I change my mind,” he says unbuckling his jeans.

“Guys…” I don’t know what happened but I burst out bawling, “I love you guys! Thank you so much!”

Fangs squats in front of his bag in just his boxers as he rummages around for the tubs of paint he packed and Jughead couldn’t help but to say what we were all saying, “Wow, you really do have a nice ass.”

Fangs grins ear to ear, “I know right?!” he exclaims passing me a plastic bag of paint and brushes.

I look at my friends who stood closely beside each other waiting for me to get started. I nod with a grin growing on my face, “I just got the perfect idea.”

I pose them with their backs facing me. Taking in consideration with their height and skin tones. I use watered down black paint to make a sketch on their back before I worked on them one on one making sure Toni was last so she didn’t have to wait around without a bra for others to be finished. A little too shy to work on Sweet Pea just yet, I used Jughead as my guinea pig as the rest of them dug in the sandwiches that they prepared for lunch.

Jughead was relatively easy to work with as his pale complexion took to the paint extremely easily. Fangs on the other hand…well. He was a giggly bitch. Each stroke of paint made him erupt in a sea of uncontrollable laughter. Then there was Sweet Pea. He smirks as he sees me bashfully examining his sculpted body.

“Enjoying the view, princess?” he teases, flexing causing the muscles under his golden skin to ripple. My breath hitches in my throat as he sits before me on a towel we had laid down. His broad back on full display. I gingerly touch his shoulder blades and I quickly retract my hand causing him to chuckle, “I don’t bite contrary to popular belief,” he says making me puff my cheeks.

“That’s my line!”

Working on him probably took the longest, that mainly being my fault as I found my usually steady hands to be shaking uncontrollably.

Next it was Toni.

Toni looks at her phone as I start finishing up the details on her back, “Ten minutes before sunset,” she informs.

“Perfect because I’m just about finished!”

Toni goes to fetch the camera in her bag and gives it to me. I look at all four of them and admiring them each individually. I really hope it all lines up when they are posed together.

“Um…are you guys ready to take off your undies?” I laugh bashfully.

At that Fangs was over the moon as he quickly removes his boxers flinging it god knows where as he then proceeds to run into the field of flowers.

“Oh my fucking god,” we burst out laughing as the rest of them follow suit.

In the flower field I position them. Jughead, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs in that order stood in a line with their backs facing me. They wrap their arms around each other’s waist and shoulders making the individual pieces of the painting finally connect.

I position the camera and snap plenty of photos.

“Damn, Jughead. Would it hurt if you went outside in the sun sometimes? Your pasty ass butt cheeks are fucking glowing in all the photos,” I wheeze causing the group to turn their head slightly to look at the boy bursting out in laughter.

Click.

I look down at the final photo I captured, “I think I got the winning shot guys!”

We all hover over the little display on Toni’s camera. There it was. The four of them stood in the frame with their backs facing the camera as a magnificent black serpent coils from Jughead’s body through to Toni’s waist and Sweet Pea’s arm and neck before ending on Fangs’ back where another head emerged. The beauty didn’t stop there however, the look of pure happiness in their faces as they look at Jughead who had his head knocked back in a closed eye laugh also added something to the piece. And not the mention the beautiful field of wild flowers and the setting sun up above their heads.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” Toni breathes, “But you right, Jughead’s glowing ass is something else. Don’t worry I’ll edit it a bit don’t want to blind the judges now do we?”

We burst out laughing.

“Hey the sun’s still up, why don’t we take a selfie so you can be in a photo too [Y/N]?” Toni suggests.

I nod happily, “That sounds great!”

In the photo Toni holds the camera with one hand as her other arm drapes over her chest. Jughead cups a hand over his crotch as he gave a thumbs up with this free one. Sweet Pea hugs me from behind, pressing his cheek against the crown of my head. And Fangs…oh god Fangs. The boy literally turned his back to the camera so his ass was on full display as he throws his arms up in victory.

Toni laughs at the photo, “Alright, I’m going to edit these babies tonight and I’ll get them printed for you by tomorrow.”

I smile at her, “Thank you so much Toni. And everyone. Thank you. I really hope I win this competition but I kinda already feel like I’ve won by having friends like you guys,” I confess tearing up a second time that day.

-

Wednesday, competition day

I can’t believe it, but I won.

Butt.

Maybe it was because of Fang’s glorious butt.

My friends all cheer pulling me into a group hug.

That night we celebrated at Pop’s and when I returned home my family were also over the moon. We were no longer in debt and my father can finally be on his way to a smooth recovery with my mom by his side without working day in and out.

-

A month later

“So…” my tall boyfriend drawls out beside me.

“Yeah?” I look up at him.

“I kind of miss our weekly sessions. I was wondering if we could still continue them,” he says.

I nod with a smile, “Sure, I would love that.”

We decided to meet after school in the studio. I settle in the empty room, taking out my supplies when I heard heavy boots at enter the room. I look up to see my model of a boyfriend lock the door behind him causing me to give him a look of confusion.

He gives me a smirk as he starts discarding his jacket.

“I was thinking we could try a one on one nude modelling session today,” he explains pulling this t-shirt over his head to expose his strong sculpted abs.

“Oh?” I muse as he takes off his jeans.

He casts me a smirk as he makes his way in front of me in just only his boxers. I watch him quietly as he leans down to press his lips against mine. Sweet Pea cups my cheek with his large calloused hand to deepen the kiss. Pulling back with a slight ‘pop’. He then starts to pull his boxers down allowing his thick member to spring free.

“Um excuse me, Pea,” I laugh pointing at the – thing, accusingly.

“Hm?” he mumbles, slipping his hand up my shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was thinking we could do some – other things that people do naked,” he softly explains closing his eyes, leaning down for another kiss.

I pull back causing his eyes to open in confusion.

“I told you I’m a professional, I don’t rendezvous with my models when I’m working,” I say crossing my arms.

“Yeah a professional who giggles at Fang’s ass. I think you can make an exception for me can’t you?” he asks with a curl of his lips.

I giggle pulling him down, “Maybe just this once.”