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copias-thrall · 3 years

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Would it be alright to request some Papa IV x f!Reader? Like the reader is a very kind and sweet person and she has always supported Copia kind of thing? Maybe they’re having a whole day to themselves to celebrate?

Yes! Let’s get some more sweet Copia 😊

They made fun of him and called him The Rat.

Terzo made him the butt of all his pranks.

Nihil undermined him at every turn.

Imperator pushed him to the point of breaking.

What you saw a man trying to do his best with his only flaw being an outsider within the Abbey walls, and in a place where actual hellbeasts were basically demon cats, were rats such an odd choice of pet?

You were fairly certain Copia knew the “Squeak if u like cheze” sign was taped to his back, but he just walked down the corridors anyway and let the Siblings and Ghouls chitter at him. You’d seen this man save one of the Abbey mice from a glue trap, and your heart just couldn’t let it continue.

So, you’d approached him and offered to remove the offending paper.

Copia, however, had just smiled at you.

“It is good of you to say, Sister. But let them have their fun, eh?”

He’d given you a slight bow and had gone on his merry way.

After that, however, Copia had warmed to you, often seeking you out so he could sit with you in the mess hall at mealtimes or chat theology with you on lazy Saturday afternoons.

When some of Terzo’s faction had started stuttering to make fun of Copia’s shyness with public speaking, you’d tried to shut them down. Not everyone was good in front of a crowd—especially when that crowd was hostile. All that did, however, was get them to double down and start calling you, "rat lover."

“Doesn’t it bother you, Cardinal?" you'd asked during one of your food dates. "It’s so…petty.”

But he’d just given you a fond look.

“It is of no consequence, dear Sister. Let them be thinking what they will.”

You’d learned all of his rats’ names and started smuggling them contraband from the kitchens.

Copia had you transferred from Imperator’s admin pool to work as his assistant.

“All this new paperwork!” He’s swept his arm across the stacks of his desk. “I thought I could be using a little help from a friend, yes?”

You’d inherently understood you weren’t there to file paperwork—you were there to tell him when to take a break, to replace his cold coffee, and to be a sounding board.

And you didn’t miss the way Copia’s mismatched eyes would look on you with adoration.

Well, you thought he was pretty neat, too.

When he’d been away on his first tour, you’d done your best to keep up with him. You had your other duties and your friends, but you tried to send him a supportive word before, during, and after each performance.

His missives back had grown fewer as the tour had dragged on, but each one had been effusive—if riddled with typos.

After the first tour, things had been different. Copia had come back from the road a glowing success…and in a tight suit that showed off his assets instead of his smothering cassock.

The tide turned, and while there were still his many detractors, gone were the days of “kick me” signs and farces.

You’d noticed a significant pay increase and an extra day off.

“But Cardinal! You need me here!” you’d protested.

He’d simply grabbed your hands and kissed each one.

“I do. And that is why you must be well-rested. Lots to get done. Now, shoo!”

And truth be told, the two of you had worked harder. Copia had spent less and less time in his study and more time attending meetings or at band practice or at weekend symposiums. You’d done your best on keeping his mountain of paperwork down to a molehill, but sometimes the two of you needed to work late into the night to meet seemingly arbitrary deadlines while you put your foot down and told the kitchen Ghoul that making some rigatoni past hours wasn’t going to kill them.

Of course, then you needed to put your foot down about Copia stopping long enough to eat the carbonara. Sometimes he’d growl at you, and you’d have to snap your fingers at him and tell him being hangry wasn’t a good excuse to be snippy with you; he was predictably contrite after he’d consumed a good portion, and you took his apologies as your due.

All of which is to say: you had Copia’s back from the get-go, and he knew you were always in his corner.

When he comes back from Mexico newly ascended, there are dozens of Siblings who want a piece of him. Some—like you—have been in his fan club since day 1; others jumped on the bandwagon during the final tour; while a few just see the razzle dazzle and want to shine too.

You’re in his study because you want to make sure everything is caught up before he comes back to work. You imagine that he’s going to spend a few days reaping the rewards of his promotion, and—while a part of you feels a little let down about not being a part of that particular party—you are genuinely invested in Copia succeeding.

So when the door bangs open, you’re startled to find Copia…er…Papa Emeritus the 4th striding into the room.

“Oh! Your Dark Excellency! I was just making sure—”

“How did I be knowing I would find you here, eh? Today is not a day to be working!”

“But you—”

He makes a shushing noise and reaches his hands out. They linger in the air between the both of you until he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers.

Tentatively, you curl your fingers into his gloved ones.

“We are taking the day off, yes?”

“W-we?”

Copia raises an eyebrow at you. “Sí. With who else should I be celebrating?”

You blush, pleased that he seems genuinely baffled.

The March air is living up to its reputation, so Copia leads you to one of the sunniest rooms in the Abbey. There, you find a picnic blanket set up with a picturesque spread of food, and Rain helping Mountain to position a bevy of potted plants around the area.

Copia clucks at them good-naturedly to leave. Rain gives you the thumbs up and Mountain just pats you on the head as they leave. (As Copia’s Girl Friday, you’ve had to backmanage his ghoulies as much as you’ve had to organize his report piles.)

When he gestures for you to sit, you arrange yourself comfortably in a big square of sun that’s streaming in from the windows. As you take in the meats, cheeses, sandwiches, and fruits that populate the corner of the blanket, Copia putters around with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses.

The whole thing is a little unexpected, but not unwelcome, and you watch him with fondness as he utters a Whoopsie when the cork goes flying at the ceiling and as he obsesses over making each glass level.

You two clink glasses with a Salute, both taking a modest sip.

“This is lovely, Cop—uh, Papa.” He’s all smiles. “But why me?”

His eyebrows draw together, and he tilts his head at you.

“Mia cara…who else would it be?”

You blush and shrug your shoulders, looking down at your platter. When he takes your hand in his warm, leathered one, you look up and get lost in his earnest, mismatched gaze.

“You are the most important person in my life.”

His thumb strokes over your knuckles.

“You are too sweet, mia cara. Helping an old man—”

“You’re not old—”

He tsks at you.

“Helping a person I am being. At my side even when you are in the knowing.” He taps his nose and winks. “Our little conspiracy of silence, yes?”

That Copia is not quite exactly the bumbling, nutty-professor he leads the rest of the Clergy to believe he is? Yeah, obviously.

He nods.

“And yet, you are by my side. Keeping my head on straight. Because you are wanting to.”

Because you saw the way he treated his rats, his Ghouls, and even Sister Imperator. He may have a dangerous ambition, but he’s not a dangerous man.

“I believe in you Papa.”

He gives you that fond look again.

“Well. I believe in you too, Sister.”

Copia lets your hand go and claps.

“Now! Let us enjoy this feast! Next up is a movie marathon where we enjoy our food comas, yes?”

You pop a grape into your mouth.

“Of course, Papa.” You give him a devilish smile. “How ‘bout you give the schedule so I can make sure we’re on track, hm?”

He blinks at you for a moment before giving you his little rat laugh.

“Ah, eh heh heh! There is my little taskmaster.”

“What would you do without me?”

He tosses a gape and just barely catches it in his mouth.

“I wouldn’t, cara. I wouldn’t.”

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littlelittlebear · 3 years

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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!!

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall-

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am-

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My-

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries.

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out-

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all.

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

#jeronica #jeronica nation #Jeronica Secret Santa 2020 #secret santa #jeronica secret santa #jeronica playlist #jeronica fanfictions #jeronica au #riverdale rewrite #jeronicasecretsanta20

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Bonds

Summary: Malachai/Male Reader Request: Reader is sweet peas older brother and dating Malachai

You hadn’t really been paying attention when your brother dragged himself into the house glaring daggers through one good eye. “Aww get in a fight then Pea?” You snicker when he pulls a bag of frozen Pea’s out. “No.” He grins turning to face you; you catch the bandage on his neck and grimace. “Really your neck? Could you be anymore of a dumbass peacock; flashing your gang affiliation on your jugular, that just screams ‘knife me here please’ You do know that right?” You can’t help the concern, how your hand hovers over the bandage.

“I don’t need you to bail me out anymore Y/N we’re not five and I don’t need my older brother’s protection. I have the Serpent’s now, they’re just as much family as you are.” “Fair enough.” You smirk pulling the flannel that rest on the couch. “They didn’t tell me you were in the Serpents!!” He beams nodding to the bandage over your shoulder. You stuff the flannel into your bag and salute him with your hand as you swing onto his bike; having grabbed the keys from by the door. “I’m not!” You laugh when he tries to chase after you.

You leave the bike at the wyrm, sliding in the back and finding FP Jones is easy enough. “Y/N. what do you want?” “You keep Sweet’s outta my way.” “Your way? I didn’t know Malachai let you have your way. I though it was his way all the time?” He taunts and you snap at him. “It’s not his way, it’s just not yours.” You leave moments after uneasy at the way the Serpent’s gather; you wonder what sort of prize they’d get for bringing in Malachai’s boyfriend.

You slump into the seat looking up when Malachai leans his head over the chair. “Hey babe, rough day?” “Sweet actually went and joined the fuckin’ snakes.” “Really rough day then.” “That little fucker. If he thinks-“ “Babe, seriously Y/N don’t stress I’ll let the guys know and-“ “No I don’t want him getting special treatment and then finding out about us.” Malachai nods sighing. “I don’t think he’s gonna care you like dick.” “I meant about me being in the Ghouls. I don’t give a shit if he approves of the fact you’re a guy.”

“So it’s my job he’s bothered by? Should I just quit and we can run upstate and start a farm, raise goats?” He laughs and you shake your head. “I love you.” “I love you more; now to take your mind of your disastrous day; what do you say to grabbing some burgers and crashing a drive in movie.” He grins and you shrug slightly.

“I’m not in the mood for whatever they’re playing at the Twilight.” “Never said we were going to watch the movie did I?” He hums, stepping around the chair to crouch slightly, leaning over to kiss you, pushing you further against the chair’s back. “Don’t you wanna go see a movie with me Y/N? Don’t you wanna traumatise all the good Riverdale citizen’s who’re terrified of two guys going at it like their unfulfilling marriages don’t let them?” You laugh following him out towards his bike.

He falls asleep halfway through the movie and you’re content to wrap the blanket around him and cuddle with him. He wakes up to smile and sigh relieved as he bumps his forehead against yours. “Hey baby.” “Sleep okay?” “Course, you’re here.” He smiles sleepily and you kiss him humming as he deepens it.

He doesn’t tell you about the street race, one of the other ghouls is grabbing something when hey spot you half asleep on the couch. “You’re not going to cheer him on?” You scowl sitting up and rubbing your face and throwing one of his shirts on following the Ghoulie out. ‘Why wouldn’t he want me to-“ You hesitate scanning the Serpent jackets and bodies for Sweet Pea’s. You don’t spot him relieved and slide up to where Malachai stands talking to Evan. They nudge each others shoulders and you rest your chin on his shoulder when Even steps away. “Y/N there a reason you came up?”

“Wanted to see you win.” You grin and he twists, pulling you into him as he kisses you. You’re laughing hear some of the other Ghouls moving away but you pause when Malachai looks past you. “What?” You mumble and he pulls you against his shoulder shoving your head into his neck. “Your idiot brother’s gonna murder you.” You cough a little and chew your lip before pulling backwards. “I’d like to see him try.” You smirk rolling your shoulders and turn to watch him and Jughead talking. You wait watching as Toni seems to recognise you first, you nod to her and she glares at Sweet Pea’s back . He turns and you can pinpoint when the rage the recognition flares up.

“Do you know how dangerous someone like him is!!” Sweet Pea snaps and you roll your eyes. He’s pulled you aside once the race had started. “Just because you’re older than me doesn’t-“ “I’m also not in a gang that does illegal street racing now am I!” You snap back and Sweet Pea’s glare deepens. “At least I’m not getting fucked by some druggie gang leader who doesn’t actually care about me.” “And you wonder why I moved out?” You snarl, you know it’s low but you watch him reel back. “You didn’t move out; YOU LEFT! “ You cringe as he shouts and you hesitate seeing tears in his eyes.

“YOU ABANDONED ME JUST LIKE MOM AND DAD! I just woke up an all your shit was gone; you left me alone in that fucking trailer like I didn’t matter. This just proves that’s right.” He shrinks away from the hand you offer out. “Sweet Pea I didn’t-“ “Go back to the House of the Dead and your Ghoul boyfriend. You’re just another one of them to me.” You stomp your foot and nod. “Alright, you want me to be a ghoul? You want me to treat you like every other Serpent I’ve come across? You want me to tell the others you’re dead to me? See how fast they swarm you when I’m not around then.” You turn following his instructions as Malachai welcomes you back with open arms.

“How the talk with your little bro go? He think we’re going to hell?” “I don’t have a younger brother anymore.” You pretend not to notice how the Ghouls around grin slightly too dark.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Starcrossed Losers 2.IV (Josh Wheeler xF!Reader)

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long omg I’m the worst. Let me know if I forgot to tag you or if you wanna be tagged -Danny

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Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to me!

I guess you're all expecting me to say something about what happened. I should, after all, I hid this piece of information from you, not that I owe it to you, but I guess it's confusing...

'More than just a dream...'

Josh and I are still holding hands while we start the tour, and I wish I could say I was feeling bad about it but to be honest I'm still way too drunk on the bliss to be ashamed. I felt bad though, I did promise Nathan a date before everything went to hell. As a matter of fact, he was going to be my homecoming date.

Where to start? Perhaps you'd like to know who Nathan was in my group of friends? Easy.

*Throwback time*

Nathan was the 'popular' of our group. Do you know how there's always that one friend that seems to know everyone for really strange reasons? The one that 'knows a guy, that knows a guy, that has a cousin'... that's Nathan.

He was also the good looking guy of our group. I know I said Alex was attractive, but man, Nathan was the real deal, he had charisma and a great smile, try to beat that when you're sixteen and have zero social skills.

I didn't have a crush on him though, but it was a very well thought decision like I said before, I wasn't going to let someone close to me break my heart, and both Nathan and Alex were too close, so I buried those thoughts about him before I could even consider it.

I never had a thing for him until... well, until he asked me to homecoming. I never knew why he asked me, I mean sure we were good friends but he never tried to make a move (and this is not me being oblivious this is me saying Nathan never even commented on my looks not even once). While I do remember having said to him something along the lines of "you're so pretty you annoy me" one night while I was completely shitfaced.

He laughed it off then, not bringing it up to tease me the next morning. He knew he was attractive and I certainly used to dream about dashing men like him coming to take me out for a ride or a movie, but I never thought that it'd be him the one who would ask me out.

'All the days I waited for you You know the ones who said I'd never find someone like you'

Then the end of the world happened and we never went to homecoming, yet we remained on the same group until one day he just vanished. No notes, no nothing. He left. He was also the first one to go, followed by Aria, then Phillip, then Lily, until we were just Maya, Alex and I, you know the rest.

We heard about Nathan a few weeks later though, the first loner on Glendale (Josh was very good at keeping a low profile, we didn't know he was by himself) and I thought it was a great idea to do the same, you know, follow the loner's path until I had Katie back... and you know how that turned out.

My point is, how was I supposed to know he was going to come back and still ask me for a date? What kind of person does that?

"Here we have the Cheeramazon division," Josh pointed to the sports section of the mall. "We teach sign language for those who are interested in learning, it's also handy for communicating while we're outside on a Ghoulie area..."

"Why're they here?" Nathan asked in a voice that was completely unlike him. "I mean, I know their old place got trashed but why haven't they looked for a new place?"

"They don't have enough people or resources," I replied. "They'll wait here until enough girls decide to join them or until they get enough food to survive on their own."

"And you guys are okay with that?"

"Good relationships with old tribes are everything," I shrugged. "We want to keep it friendly with everyone, we don't want to start another war."

"Really? Because you seemed ready to go out and set houses on fire five minutes ago," Josh replied sternly.

"That's different!" I scoff. "Those kids need our help and you know it!"

"What kids?" Nathan asked in curiosity.

"Are you familiar with the AV club?" I ask him.

"The kids with the podcast?"

"Exactly! They've been kidnapped and I've been trying to convince my tribe to go out and look for them but they refuse–"

"Because we're barely recovering from Triumph," Josh interrupted. "Listen Y/N, we can't be heroes fighting against some kids in suits..."

"Here we have the gamer's layer," I continue, forcing them to leave the subject. "But you don't have to write that down, they're leaving in a few days to their old cave. Been here to help us with some tech stuff..."

"Those over there are the X-jocks," Josh points over a couple of kids playing and exercising at the other side of the mall, "they followed Turbo after he was kicked out. They're no longer Jocks, but they don't want to be called Daybreakers either."

"They don't wanna mingle with all the weirdos, apparently," I roll my eyes.

"We have a healers division, which is coordinated by Y/N," Josh puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles. "She's great... a training division that Wesley and Turbo handle... Am I missing something?"

"The Daybreakers, which are lead by this loser," I look at Josh with a smirk. "He schedules our vigilance system, the hunts– Oh, and the weekly competitions."

"What are those about?"

"We organize tournaments and the awards are free days from working or having to go outside, stuff like that."

"Okay," Nathan nods, writing everything down. "I think that's all..."

"Cool," Someone calls Josh and he looks back at us. "Can you finish the tour on your own?"

"I– Yeah, okay," I reply anxiously. "See you in a while..."

Josh gives me a quick kiss and leaves to where he's needed, leaving me alone with Mister 'U-owe-me-a-date'.

"So..." I awkwardly start.

"I think I owe you an apology," He replies immediately.

"What?"

"I didn't know you and Josh... what I said was completely out of place anyway, who asks that kind of stuff to someone they haven't seen in months? I–"

"Nathan," I stop him, "It's okay, really, you didn't know, it's alright."

"I'm sorry," He repeats, this time calmer. "I ditch you and the group, I just... I don't know, I felt stuck..."

"I get that, we left too, eventually," I shrug. "Went to look for my sister, but... she died."

"Oh," He frowns. "I'm so sorry... was she–?"

"A Ghoulie, yeah," I sigh. "It's okay, I'm better now, I have this place and I have..."

"Josh..."

"I was going to say I have a sledgehammer, but sure," I joke.

He smiles and suddenly I remember why I used to like his smile so much. It really is quite dreamy.

'And you were out of my league All the things I believed You were just the right kind Yeah, you were more than just a dream'

"Those kids..." He mentions. "The AV club?"

"Yeah?" My heart jumps at the mention. "Do you know anything about them? Anything that could help?"

"No, but Josh mentioned kids in suits? I think I've seen them–"

"Y/N!" Josh runs back to us in a hurry. "They found them!"

"What? Who?"

"The AV Club!" He replies.

I try to walk over to the gamer's layer but Josh stops me.

"Wait," He holds me in place. "It's an X-Pug zone."

"That, or the kids in suits want us to believe it is," I point out, "Josh let me go! I want to know where it is!"

"We're not taking anyone there! You know we can't, Y/N! We don't have enough people, who knows how many of those are out there..."

I want to argue back but I know that Josh is right.

"Fine," I let go of his arms and he does the same with me. "Can I at least take a look? Maybe one day we'll go and... and just take a look..."

Josh doesn't need me to end the sentence though, he understands.

"Okay," He starts walking when Nathan speaks up.

"Can I see?"

We turn to see him, both wearing the same confused expression.

"It's just..." He moves his weight from one foot to the other. "I was telling Y/N that I've seen those kids before and maybe... I could talk to Sam, maybe she'd like to help?"

I look at Josh with my best puppy eyes and he sighs in defeat, nodding along.

"Fine..."

Nathan catches up with us and grins at me. What I shame I lost my chance with this guy, he looks like straight out of a fantasy, who knows, maybe he was the one meant to be with me if all this apocalypse stuff never happened in the first place...

'You were out of my league Got my heartbeat racing If I die, don't wake me 'Cause you are more than just a dream'

When we arrive Aria takes me directly to her laptop and points to the image in it. I hear her talk to Nathan for a moment while I see the streets and the directions and since I know the whole city by heart it takes me a minute to memorize the whole thing. I don't tell this to Josh, of course.

"Are you going to leave us alone now?" She asks irritatedly.

"Sure thing, you can leave during the night and I wouldn't even bat an eye at it," I reply, still looking at the screen. "Let me just..."

I pull out my phone and take a picture of the screen, is not perfect but it's quick and it's just in case. Josh gives me a warning look but I smile.

"Thank you for doing this," I step closer to him and put my arms around his neck. "See? It didn't kill us to find out, right?"

If I've learned anything in my short stupid life, is that flattery can take you places... and it distracts a boy's brain faster than anything else.

Josh smiles at me and I know I have his whole attention, so I quickly put my phone away.

"Anyway!" I break the spell and look at the gamers. "You guys did a good job, I'll leave you now. Nathan, let me walk you to the door..."

Halfway to the entrance, Nathan speaks.

"You're so not going to listen to what Josh told you to do. I know it, I can see it in your face."

"How long till I can hear from you and Sam?" I ask him in a business-like voice.

"A day, maybe two?"

"You think she'll help?"

"That if we can push Maya to a side."

"Don't mention my name and you'll have a bigger chance to succeed."

I stop at the door and turn to look at him decidedly.

"You have no idea how much this means to me."

"If you're risking your stay at the mall and your relationship with Josh, I assume a lot," He raises a brow.

"He won't kick me out for this," I roll my eyes.

"He's your leader, Y/N."

I remember that none of our feelings ever stopped Josh from kicking me out the first time. So he's not entirely wrong.

"Don't sweat it," Nathan shakes his head, "I'll do my best to keep everyone happy, just like you've been doing for the last few weeks. Consider this my thank you gift for all the hard work you've been doing, Vinchi."

"Oh," I cringe. "I don't really go by that nickname anymore..."

"Oh, sorry," He pouts. "Just Y/N, then?"

"Unless you have a new nickname for me," I grin.

Nathan tilts his head like he's considering what I'm saying.

"I'll think about it," He smiles.

"I'll see you in two days," I smile back.

'Yeah, you were more than just a dream...'

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Pretending

You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Would be great to have with FP and where the reader is younger but legal of course from @keepcalm-and-beyou

Warnings: Mention of blood, fighting

A/N: Fp and reader though they have a large age difference they are both of age and were of age at the start of dating

Word Count: about 2200

You have been dating, well seeing FP behind everyone's back for a year. A year of kisses, hugs, cuddles, but also hiding around corners, closets, and the shed. Every day of your relationship was kiss here but hide there, you loved it nevertheless. Being with FP, meant everything to you. He had been there for you through the toughest times of your life, and he loved everything about you and you, him. You were tired of hiding but you had to, no one would understand the way your relationship was. Yeah, there was an age gap, but it was legal, everything… well besides serpent trips, everything you had done with him was legal. But everyone saw it differently. The first person to find out was Toni, she caught you and FP up in his office, she thought he had left for the night and needed to lock the cash up, turns out you and him were staying the night and lost track of time. She caught you lying on the couch watching a movie and kissing, nothing crazy, but it still did shock her.

Months later. You were on a job with Sweet Pea, and Jughead. It was a dangerous job, the police and Mayor Mcoy knew of it, it was an inside job trying to catch the Ghoulies on their drug ring. You lost connection with the serpents and FP in your ear piece, which led to you being in danger. You made the turn before you were supposed to the go-ahead getting confused over the line of sound. You turned rounding the corner before the Serpents were ready, shot in the shoulder you fell to the ground, shot again once more in the leg and Malachai standing over you.

“Well… who do we have here, oh little Y/N” A punch to your face causing blood to pool into your mouth

“Mal-Malachai” you tried getting up before his finger was pushing into the bullet wound on your shoulder “Fuck-fuck stop what do you want Malachai”

“You, see you Y/N, should not have came into this building, poor girl, and no one knows they need to save you, because well we caught on sweet cheeks, these ear pieces are doing you no good now”

“How!”

“Preventative measures sweetheart”

“Fuck you” You spilit blood out again

“You know Y/N it would be very very appealing to me to kill you right here, shoot you straight in the head, or maybe the heart, but you know what would be better. Letting you bleed out, leaving your body here to rot until maybe some coyotes come of find you, better yet maybe hot dog does, and everyone gets led to your body” He cut your cheek before leaving the blade dragging slowly across your skin as he walked closer to the door. “bye Y/N, have fun dying alone”.

You were a fighter, never giving up before you had to, you tried standing first the pain too much to wear, looking down at your leg the wound was so much worse than you originally believed, bleeding profusely your leg had no feeling left. You ripped the tattered flannel you had on making two bandages. One for your shoulder and leg, hoping that maybe it would buy you some more time.

*FP POV*

“Jug, Sweets what’s your position?”

“Outside of the building FP”

“Why! What do you mean outside!” “The plan what awry dad, ghoulies standing guard outside, front and back, Sweets got in but had to come back out due to guards”

“Wait guards?”

“We stoked it out the other day there were no guards, fuck we were compromised boys, where is Y/N”

“She hasn’t been answering back, we checked 10 minutes ago but got no response, told her not to move forward”

“You are just telling me now! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Sweet pea! Try to make contact” Sweet Pea tried for a total of 5 minutes before FP knew that something had gone terribly wrong. On all the missions you were never one to forget to contact back or update your team, you are the reason so many missions went right, this time being the only one that had gone very, very wrong.

“FP the guards are leaving”

“I’m coming!”

“Dad no stay where you are or your cover will be blown!” FP ran from the masked van like his life depended on it. You, being the thing on his mind right now, everyone was present and safe except you. The girl he promised to always keep save, the one he would risk his life for no matter what. He ran into the building straight past Sweet Pea and Jug, “Stay here and wait for the ambulance!” searching every room gun drawn, before finally making it to you.

“Y/N!!” he crashed to the ground next to you, blood leaking through the fabric you had used. “Who, who did this”

“Mal-Malachai FP”

“Baby look at me, keep your eyes open”

“It’s hard”

“I know princess, I know how hard it is okay, I’ve been here, Jug has been here but you can do it okay, fuck I know how strong you are I know you can do this, an ambulence is coming okay, gonna get you fixed up in no time”

“FP…”

“What princess?”

“Kiss me” His lips met yours in a panicked frenzy before he felt them slowly relax, opening his eyes he saw yours slowly closing. “NO! NO! NO! NO! Y/N!, Baby don’t fucking close yours eyes, I need you baby. Fuck I love you okay, I’m gonna get you fixed up”

What Fp didn’t know was that day, the boys were behind the stack of boxes, watching every move. After that FP got you to the hospital, sitting in the room every day until you woke up. Eating there, showering there, having serpent meetings there, he never left. Someone took over his work at the station, his main priority being you. People always asked him why, he didn’t do that when Fangs got shot, or when Toni was put into the hospital for getting beat up. No one knew why until Jug had asked.

“Dad why are you still here?”

“I can’t leave her, I'm all she has”

“Dad we saw you”

“What are you talking about Jug”

“The day this all happened, Pea and I came in the building behind you incase you needed back up”

“I told you to wait outside! Why didn’t you wait outside!”

“Dad…”

“Jug…”

‘‘Do you love her?”

“I do”

“It isn’t right...”

It spread like wildfire after that. News stations and newspapers littered with titles along the lines of “FP jones Sheriff of Riverdale Police station in love with a girl more than half his age” after Y/N woke up though and FP knew she was safe he left her, ignoring her all the time, thinking that is what she needed. Time away from him, time to be who she truly was. The people were getting to him. Telling him he was gross, telling him he was an endangerment to society, or all the people calling him the name that no man would ever want to be called, but he wasn’t any of that. He got scared, scared that Jelly bean would be taken from him, scared he would hurt you if people started attacking you instead. Months went by, you were still healing. You talked to FP twice in that time frame. Once when he called to check in, and once when you cornered him in a store before he pushed you to the side and walked away having Toni keep you back from trying to run after him, not that you could considering you were in a cast and on crutches. Fp Jones ignored you as much as he could, as much as his heart would let him without fully breaking. He still watched from afar, keeping you safe when anyone looked at you funny. He cared, that could never go away, but he also thought it was better for you if no one was talking about the relationship that both of you had prior. He told the press it was all a lie, told everyone that he loved you like a second daughter rather than a lover. It took another month to get people to believe him, it started with him not seeing you, keeping his distance people began to believe him, he even created a fake relationship with a woman in Greendale. People woul;d see them walk around together, people that were watching FP from afar who thought he was a danger to their young female children. He never kissed her though, never wanted his lips tainted because he always remembered yours. You heard about his new relationship, your heart breaking with every update to the story. Everyone in the serpents kept you protected. Kept the articles hidden from you after you got out of the hospital. You went into a depression when FP stopped talking to you. Your breakup having no goodbye and not being closed left a hole in your heart that no one but him could repair no matter how hard they tried. You loved him and that never stopped. You loved him, need him, craved him. But most of all you needed him to heal, he was the one that saved you, the one that found you bleeding out in that building, his lips the last thing you remember before you drifted off and the first thing you wanted to feel when you woke up but instead him being gone made you feel more pain than being shot. You needed him, so after those few months, after you found the articles and the updates you decided that enough was enough, Jug had came to you telling you the entire story, telling you his dad had started taking sips of bourbon again, not full drinks but sips here and there and he could see it slowly starting. He knew his dad needed you just as much as you needed him. So he helped you corner him, locking the office from outside so his dad couldn’t get out.

*Y/N POV*

“FP!”

“Y/N? Get out of this office you shouldn’t be here”

“What about the time you told me I could be here any time I wanted”

“Fine then stay, I'm leaving” You stepped to the side as he tried to open the door.

“You know this is my office, I should be able to come and please as I want, what did you do to the door?”

“Locked it, from the outside, figured you wouldn’t be able to run. You keep shutting me out and ignoring me, why FP I thought...”

“Leave, this is my office remember!”

“Oh get off your fucking pedestool, how many nights did we spend here otgether! You telling me this was our special place where no one could hurt us!”

“None, as far as I'm concerned and you should know that!”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen! Cause guess what? It did!!”

“Fuck Y/N I need to pretend!”

“Why!?”

“I need to keep you safe! Keep Jug and Jelly bean safe!”

“You always keep them safe”

“They won’t be unless I pretend, it’s so fucked because I fucking love you with everything I have and I shouldn’t”

“And why not!? Who says you shouldn’t?”

“The whole fucking world y/n, your 21 and I am 50. I know you saw the papers! The articles and news reports!”

“Yeah I did and fuck them, Fuck the world FP because I love you too and that is all that should matter. I fucking love you so much”

“But is that enough?”

“It damn well should be. When, when you were not there when I woke up Fp it killed me, and then you didn’t talk to me kept me at a distance I didn’t understand. You left a fucking whole in my heart FP”

“I was trying to protect you! To protect everyone”

“Yeah well in trying to protect me, you killed me just the same”

“Let me try to fix it then!, I still love you”

“I love you too Fp, but you need to learn not to care what the world thinks”

“I want you Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry”

“Good, you should be. And I’m not saying I won’t forgive you because fuck FP I love you with every piece of my being but I can’t let you in instantly, you hurt me so badly”

“I know princess, I know I did” He stepped towards you as you stepped away.

“No, you are not going to do that! It’s gonna take time FP”

“Okay” You knocked on the door with the code as they unlocked it letting you out. “I love you Y/N”

“I love you too” You left slowly out the door climbing down the stairs. Hopefully, he realized time would heal the wounds, him trying was all you wanted. You still loved him with every part of you and that would never change.

#fp jones x reader #reader x fp jones #fp x reader #reader x fp #fp jones #riverdale x reader #riverdale story #fp jones imagine #fp jones drabble #fp jones story #fp #fp jones x y/n #fp jones x you

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paralleljulieverse · 4 years

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Howling Lili: She Stole Secrets from One Side...and Ate the Heart of the Other!

It’s that special time of year again when days turn cold, nights grow dark and spirits run high...which can only mean one thing: yes, it’s time for the annual Parallel Julieverse Truly Ghoulie Halloween Screening! And what a treat we have this year: one of the most controversial entries in the canon of Dame Ghoulie classics:

Howling Lili or, Werewolf Woos the Knight Who Said He’d Bed Down Beside Her Wrecked Coffin

Set against the tumultuous backdrop of Europe during the Great War, Howling Lili tells the heart-chilling tale of Lili Spaniel (née Schnauzer), English singing sweetheart by day and monstrous German werewolf by night. Things take an unexpected turn when Lili is sent on a mission to sniff out and snuff out top-ranking American flying ace, Major Will Labrador (Shock Bloodson). The man-eating wolf in Bo Peep clothing finds herself in an uncharacteristic quandary when she is swept of her paws by the dashing airman. Will she give him her heart...or will she eat his with kibble and gravy?

Designed as a loving star vehicle for Ghoulie Andrews by writer-director — and soon-to-be husband — Snake Dreadwards, Howling Lili proved a troublesome production from the outset. Scheduling setbacks and production overruns saw the film’s budget balloon out to record levels. Parent company, Paranormal Pictures, accused Dreadwards of fiscal negligence and ego-driven excess. Studio chief, Robert Heathens, fulminated:

“I’ve never seen such rampant indulgence on a film set. Dreadwards wanted nothing but the best for his Lady: wolf-suits of genuine Russian sable; diamond fangs crafted by Tiffany’s; bullets of the purest silver from Bolivia. And don’t get me started on the St Peter’s Basilica scene! He hired out the whole Vatican for a week, including a cameo from the Pope, for what ended up as barely 60 seconds of screen-time! I swear, Marie Antoinette would seem frugal by comparison!”

For his part, Dreadwards levelled counter-accusations of studio meddling and mismanagement:

“I originally wanted to do the film on a soundstage in Hellywood where we would have had more control, but the studio insisted we shoot on location in Transylvania because they already had a squadron of flying monkeys there. What nobody told us is that the country is fog-bound for eleven months of the year. On top of which, everything that could possibly go wrong did: plagues of locusts; alien abductions; a witch-hunt from torch-wielding villagers that saw three of our sets burned to the ground. If I were the superstitious type, I would have said we were cursed!”

When it finally hit screens after almost two years of delays, Howling Lili met with tepid reviews and audience indifference. The market for big roadshow werewolf musicals had tanked and in their place was a new breed of gritty low-budget horror geared to the counter-cultural college crowd like Queasy Spider and Bonnie Un-Clawed. Moreover, family audiences were put off by Howling Lili’s adult themes and frank depictions of interspecies sexuality, including a steamy leg-humping scene and a sizzling striptease where Dame Ghoulie sheds her skin. In the end, Howling Lili bombed miserably at the box-office, losing millions, and causing several follow-up projects for Dreadwards and Andrews to be ignominiously cancelled such as the long-gestating Irving Burntskin spectacular, Spray It With Mucus, and the charming Shock and Heartsick death-chamber musical, She Snuffs Me.

With the passing of time, however, Howling Lili has undergone a growing reappraisal. Many argue the film was ahead of its time and it is now widely regarded as one of the great lycanthrope musicals, up there with My Fur Laddie, The Mutant Man, and Beast Side Story. To mark the film’s 25th Anniversary, Dreadwards unveiled a recut Director’s Version of Howling Lili at the prestigious Canned Film Festival. Fans were delighted that the director restored almost two hours of musical footage that had been excised from the original studio release. As he explained:

“For the longest while, I resisted the musical elements of Howling Lili, claiming that it was not a musical but a werewolf movie with music. Now I see that Ghoulie’s sublime singing is in fact the film’s greatest strength, and I wanted to build on it. For the first time, audiences can thrill to the film’s musical sequences in all their full big-screen splendour. See and hear Ghoulie singing and dancing her way across classic wartime standards like ‘Keep the Tomb Pyres Burning’ and ‘It’s a Long Way to the Cemetery’, as well as all the beautiful new songs penned for the film by Henry Wolf-Mancini and Johnny Hearser such as ‘The Ghoul in No Man’s Land’, ‘I’ll Give You Three Witches’, and the haunting ‘Wailing Away the Dark’. The result is an epic four-hour Ghoulie Andrews musical screen spectacular...and what could be better than that?!”

And if you’re up for more Truly Ghoulie chills and thrills, why not check out some of her other Halloween classics: Scary Poppins, Mary, The Sound of Halloween, Nightmare Lady, Thoroughly Monstrous Millie, and SCARE!

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental....unless, of course, they are the UNDEAD! Muahahaha!

#julie andrews #Halloween #Darling Lili #blake edwards #rock hudson #spoof #musical #old hollywood #classic film #fiftieth anniversary #Henry Mancini #johnny mercer #parody

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gresit · 7 months

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A MOVIE A DAY KEEPS THE GHOULIES AWAY - DAY 13 ↪ You always blow off anything you don't get. Yeah, when it's bullshit. GINGER SNAPS (2000) dir. John Fawcett

#a movie a day keeps the ghoulies away #kumi gifs*#filmedit #horroredit #comedyedit #ginger snaps #john fawcett #filmgifs #userteri #useranimusvox #userbrittany #blood //#body horror //

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taggedmemes · 5 years

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL / 2.03 –– 2.04 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Let’s drop some sweet knowledge.”

“This looks too official considering the nonsense within.”

“History seems to indicate that aliens may have visited our world in ancient times.”

“They’re just people, what are you talking about?”

“Why would there be a helicopter?”

“So the aliens show up, show them pictures of helicopters, and fly away?”

“I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”

“What are they looking at on it? There’s no internet.”

“Here’s you with three butt cheeks.”

“Why do you have little penguin arms?”

“I drew it, so it must be real.”

“You have nothing to say to any of that?”

“I will fight you tooth and nail when it comes to ghoulie ghosts, but aliens are a little more probable.”

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of other stuff on here that’s really dumb.”

“If Carl Sagan believes it, then I believe it.”

“I believe him. I don’t give a shit. It’s Carl Sagan.”

“I can’t imagine that’s be a pleasurable experience.”

“We can separate reality from not reality.”

“You’re telling me those architects used math? Knock me down with a feather!”

“Can you imagine you lugged around stones your whole life and everyone was like, ‘it was space aliens’.”

“Well, facts don’t matter then.”

“This may also demonstrate a suspicious knowledge of mathematics.”

“I don’t doubt that they were mathematically adept.”

“So, it was aliens.”

“They showed up, gave ‘em iPads, built the pyramids, and left.”

“They were like, ‘fuck humanity’.”

“Were we visited and aided by aliens in ancient times?”

“Do aliens even exist?”

“I have yet to see any compelling evidence.”

“Go fuck yourself, have a nice day.”

“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the familiar knot that’s usually in my stomach when I go to these places.”

“The look of this building is so imposing.”

“I’m surprised you’re conscious right now.”

“I’m keeping it together for now.”

“There’s a chance that tonight is the night you see me die on camera.”

“It kinda looks like hell.”

“That’s just a big metal thing.”

“Hey ghouls, the boys are here!”

“It doesn’t have the most pleasant history.”

“It’s one of the most haunted places in the world.”

“This is where nightmares are made.”

“Fuck me, I feel awful right now.”

“Looks like one of the Conjuring films.”

“It was the plague of all plagues.”

“Just everybody died from it.”

“I feel like in every movie about a period before 1940 or something, there’s a part in the movie where someone coughs, and everybody looks at ‘em.”

“It probably didn’t help them, but they didn’t know what else to do.”

“I think the ground is cleaner than this couch.”

“Someone will come here in a week and see that and be like, ‘It’s a ghost butt!’.”

“If you’re here, we’re gonna be real quiet right now.”

“Hey, maybe make some noise.”

“Shockingly, I’m not really hearing anything.”

“This is the biggest upset. I did not see this coming.”

“Death was so common that the hospital actually contains a horrifying area called the Body Chute.”

“’They chutted him’ that’s so fucked up.”

“Oh my god, this is awful.”

“Now this is the nightmare.”

“You have gotta be fucking kidding me dude.”

“This is like Satan’s cement butthole.”

“How far does this go?”

“This is a witch hole!”

“What is that, the wind?”

“I don’t know what the fuck that was. It was some weird ‘woop’ noise.”

“What if I go up there, and you stay down here, and we turn our lights off and see if we hear anything?”

“What if you go fuck yourself, how about that?”

“How long am I staying down here?”

“Lights off in three, two, one.”

“This is sort of beautiful.”

“I didn’t even get to do all the things on my bucket list.”

“Is it a minute yet? Please tell me it’s been a minute.”

“Get me the fuck out of here.”

“I’m leaving, goodbye ghost at the bottom.”

“I’m gonna imagine that place is the closest thing to hell.”

“There’s no malice there, it’s just dead people.”

“What do you want them to do? Carry ‘em out on a golden, velvet couch?”

“I’m just saying, it’s an uncomfortable place.”

“How dare they dispose of my body! They should leave it in the hallway to rot.”

“It’s potentially one of the most haunted places in the world.”

“They claim they hear the sound of children laughing.”

“If you look down this hallway long enough, your eyes are gonna look at that darkness and eventually you start to see movement in darkness.”

“When there’s nothing there, your eyes sort of fill the void.”

“Yeah, I got chills even just thinking about it.”

“Have you ever heard that old thing about when you look at your face in the mirror in low light, and eventually it sort of looks demonic?”

“I hate you.”

“I’m kinda cold. It’s a morgue.”

“I’d feel stranger if there were actual dead bodies in here.”

“At least he went out with his best friend.”

“This is the worst thing you could possibly do.”

“I don’t want him to grab my hand!”

“What if he grabs my hand and takes the camera?”

“Well, then I guess we’ll have proof of a ghost.”

“To the man in the elevator: if you were pushed down this elevator, make a noise.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“This is why I didn’t want to do it, because I knew you wouldn’t believe me! This is bullshit!”

“It’s very breezy in here, so if you felt a breeze it was very likely that it was a.. breeze.”

“We’d like some confirmation that it was you. Please do it again.”

“Let’s get the fuck away from this elevator shaft.”

“Hey, ghost boy. My name’s [name], and this is my friend [name].”

“I heard you like balls.”

“I swear to god I’m not doing this on purpose.”

“‘You wanna play’? You sound threatening right now.”

“You wanna play? Let’s fucking play!”

“I’m very scared, but if you throw this ball back, I won’t be as scared.”

“Oh my god, that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“I thought the ball bounced a couple extra times, but I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me.”

“I don’t know if that means ghost, but.”

“That’s the most serious I’ve ever seen you.”

“How the fuck is that possible?”

“Shut up, dude. You know this is fucking weird.”

“I don’t know what the odds are that my ball would land right next to a wall with my name on it down there that we didn’t know existed.”

“Maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it.”

“This is the floor I’m really not stoked to go on.”

“This is where we’re sleeping because we’re fucking idiots.”

“Go big or go home.”

“I swear to god I heard a whisper.”

“What did the whisper say?”

“Aw, man, am I just freaking myself out again?”

“You swear you didn’t hear it? It made my hair stand up.”

“I may have just woken him up but I don’t really care.”

“Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“I ask myself that a lot, too. I don’t understand why I do these things.”

“I woke up and I heard a voice and I was like, what the fuck’s going on.”

“Did [name] think I was a ghost?”

“I think the ghost wants to be your friend.”

“Well, that was a sleepless night.”

“You hear that ghosts? That’s [name] one, you zero.”

“You fucking wimps!”

“Do you think this place is haunted? I think it is.”

“There’s the demon hole.”

“I’m going to take everything said by a ghost hunter with a grain of salt.”

“Technically now you’re a ghost hunter.”

“Did your brain just explode?”

“Am I a ghost hunter? I don’t want to be a ghost hunter.”

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inyourwildestdreamslove · 5 years

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Upside Down Chapter 13

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: You don’t know much about Sweet Pea, except for what you hear in the hallways around school. You pass him on your way to and from classes and you’ve perhaps brushed his arm a hand full of times. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you.

That is until you save his baby sister from the Ghoulies all while simultaneously getting involved in a world you want nothing to do with and events you would rather stay out of.

Too bad the Ghoulies have other ideas…

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Chapter 13: Girl Meets Terror

Fear. Fear can do a lot to people, especially in a place where fear rules the world. In the town of Riverdale the Northside and Southside may as well have been different worlds. News of the Blackhood had spread to the Southside, moreso, news that the Northside thinks someone in the Southside is actually the Blackhood. Sometimes living in Riverdale is like living the plot of a bad movie, where even when you are innocent... you are guilty. In the end… it all comes down to one thing...Fear.

Gazing at Sweet Pea’s black eye you just shake your head.

“What does Monty look like?” you question with a barely there smirk.

He smirks back, “Way worse…”

You roll your eyes as you sit down in your usual seat. A moment later when Jughead Jones walks into the room you whip your head towards him in complete confusion.

“Umm… Jughead… I think you’re in the wrong school…”

“Oh… right…. I forgot to tell you…I go to this school now,” he says looking around distracted by how different everything is.

“Well thanks for telling me… When did that happen?”

“Today?”

“You know what I mean…” you say in exasperation.

A moment later your teacher walks into the room and starts the lesson.

“Fahrenheit 451, by one of my favorite authors, Ray Bradbury. Start with the title, can anyone tell me it’s significance?”

“WHAT? Damnit!” yells Sweet Pea as he kicks the chair out of his way and storms out of the room.

You just roll your eyes and ignore his outburst like the rest of the class. Perhaps you are getting a little too used to it?

“People… there is a burning book on the cover,” you teacher says sounding exasperated, you aren’t sure if it’s from Sweet Pea’s outburst or the silence in the room.

Jughead squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance at the silence before he says, “Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which paper burns. It was a pleasure to burn.”

“Good job Mr. Jones... Welcome to hell.”

Jughead glances over at you before a paper wad is thrown at him. You just shrug and mouth ‘keep your head down.’ He frowns at you before he turns back to the front of the room.

When the bell at the end of class rings you rush off to find Sweet Pea when Jughead waves you off telling you he’s going to talk to the teacher about opening up the Red and Black again.

Walking down the hallway you see Sweet Pea leaning against your locker waiting for you.

“Take care of business?” you ask as you join him.

“You know it,” he says with a sigh as he leans back against the locker, his head falling back with a metallic thud.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me…”

“Just not sure how I feel about that Jones’ kid being here that’s all.”

“Why is that?”

He just shrugs in a non committal way.

“This isn’t about…”

“No.”

“Okay… but be nice to him okay? He’s my friend and he’s obviously been through alot.”

He rolls his eyes as he seems to physically pull himself from the locker.

“Whatever… Second period is going to suck…”

“Did you do the homework?”

“We had homework?”

“Toni didn’t tell you?”

“Would I have done it?”

“No…”

“Then why would she have told me?”

“I don’t know Pea… that was a mistake on my part… sorry…” you with sarcasm as you hold your hands up in a surrender pose.

The two of you head off down the hallway to class and end up having a relatively peaceful day, all things considered.

Sweets: Ready to go to the quarry?

You: Sure! Do we have backup this time??

Sweets: Yeah… a bunch of guys are going

You: Sounds good! Did you invite Jughead?

Sweets: He doesn’t want to go.

You: Did you actually ask him?

Sweets: YES! And he doesn’t want to go. He’s so fucking ungrateful!

You: Ungrateful?

Sweets: Yeah ungrateful.

It’s at that moment you see Sweet Pea coming down the hallway and put your phone in your pocket.

“How is he ungrateful?” you ask picking up the conversation where you left off.

“He asked the Serpents for help with his dad and now he thinks he can just throw us to the side now that he has what he needs.”

“Why would he ask the Serpents for help?”

“He’s FP Jones’ kid…”

“Okay…”

“The Serpent King.”

“Does he have a crown?”

Sweet Pea turns to looks at you in annoyance and you just hold your hands up in surrender.

“Sorry I asked…”

“It just pisses me off because he’s treated like some kind of prince and he doesn’t even want to have shit to do with us. Like we’re some kind of embarrassment.”

“It probably has less to do with the Serpents and more to do with his dad…”

“Whatever.”

“Okay well… The quarry sounds nice today.”

“Sure.”

“So much attitude and so little time…”

He rolls his eyes at you but smirks anyway. It would be the first time that you are really hanging out with everyone after what happened a week or so ago. You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. You try to shake the feelings off as you make your way to your locker. Sweet Pea leans against the locker next to yours as you open the door and you take a tiny jump back as something falls to the floor. Sweet Pea looks down at the small square that is on the floor and furrows his brows in confusion and concern. You reach down to pick it up and inspect the outside of the red paper in your hands. You open the paper and a chill runs down your spine. Written in a black bold sharpie are the words “YOUR NEXT PRINCESS.”

Sweet Pea grabs the paper out of your hands and crumbles it up.

“This isn’t fuckin’ funny,” he says with barely contained rage.

“I’m sure it’s just a prank Pea…” you mutter but can’t keep the trimmer out of your voice.

“I don’t care. We’re showing the others.”

You just nod as you follow him down the hallway.

You get to the quarry and Sweet Pea wastes no time in gathering the others.

“We have a threat against (Y/N),” he says as he throws the note down on the ground.

“You think it’s that Black Hood guy?” Questions Fangs as he picks up the note to look at it.

“Probably not…” says Toni popping her gum, “They didn’t even use the right ‘you’re’, it’s probably just a Ghoulie.”

“Should we care though?” questions a Serpent you didn’t know, “I mean… she’s not an official Serpent and she’s caused plenty of trouble.

“What did you say?” questions Sweet Pea with a dangerous tone.

“You heard me dude… that fight between you and Monty will have consequences.”

“Just because you’re up her ass doesn't mean we have to be…” interjects another.

“Seriously guys? She’s Serpent by association now. Besides… you all know that was Monty’s shit not hers!” chimes in Tori a chorus of ‘yeahs’ going up from several members.

“Whatever… I’m not getting involved with her shit… between her and Jones we’ve done enough charity work for one year.” With that several members turn and walk away leaving you and your friends.

Sweet Pea turns to you a moment later, “Don’t worry Babydoll, you’re going to be fine.”

You look up at him not sure if you will be for the first time since you met him.

“You know you haven’t hung out with Gumdrop in a while, want to go home and chill for the day?”

You just nod, the reaction from the other Serpents confirming your fears and making you feel self conscience and scared.

You’ve never really talked with Sweet Pea about your anxiety, but it is getting the better of you today. You’re in a daze as you sit at the kitchen table with Gumdrop to your left. A variety of paints sit between the two of you, but you just gaze down at the white paper before you.

“Are you okay?” Gumdrop asks quietly shaking you from your revery.

You glance up at her startled from your thoughts and just send her a small smile and a nod.

“It’s okay if you’re scared… but big brother won’t let anything happen to you. He loves you too much for that.”

“Gumdrop you ready for dinner?” Sweet Pea interrupts. You can see the slight blush on his face as he avoids your eyes obviously hearing what his little sister said.

You smile softly at the thought of Sweet Pea loving you, “Need help Pea?”

He glances over at you but shakes his head ‘no.’ You just nod in acceptance before picking up a paint brush and starting to put down color. You barely acknowledge when a plate of spaghetti is set down beside you and Sweet Pea drops into the chair across from you. It’s silent in the small kitchen for several moments as you finish your painting. A vision of colors dance on the page in various tones of blues, teals and greens with a splash of silver as the moon. In black pen you outline two figures standing front of the water.

“I’m taking the note to the leaders. You’re not going to deal with this by yourself.”

You glance up to see an intense look on his face.

“I should tell my parents…” you say softly as you take a bite of the food beside you absentmindedly.

He nods as he continues to look at you with that intense look, “You know I’m not letting anything happen to you right?”

“I know Pea… It’s going to be okay…” you say to yourself as you gaze down at the picture.

“I just haven’t seen you this scared in a while.”

“It’s anxiety… Sometimes it just hits harder than others and I’m plagued with these obsessive thoughts. Like I can’t stop seeing that note. It’s honestly so hard to focus and I’m practically vibrating with effort right now. My chest feels tight and my head won’t stop and I know if I let it… it’s going to be a full blown panic attack.”

“What do you need?” he asks his voice tight with repressed fear masked with concern.

“Quiet… and reassurance.”

He just nods as he looks at you.

“I’m scared he’s going to come for Sweet Pea…”

“Who? The Black Hood? Let him try.”

Looking up into Sweet Pea’s eyes you see the vindication there, and for the first time in hours you feel truly safe.

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lilhemmo · 5 years

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35 and 96 AU for sweet pea

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a/n: this one ended up being pretty long so read more under the cut!

It’s not unusual for you to come home bloody and battered.

You spend your nights at the Southside boxing rink, racking up a reputation and moving your way to the top. You end the night with a busted lip and some bloody knuckles, but it’s worth it.

The cash that lines your pocket makes the bruised ribs and split cheek much easier to handle.

“I can’t believe you won’t just friggin’ listen to me,” he grumbles, tossing some epsom salt into the warm bath water to help dull the ache. He made you a glass of water as well, a few ibuprofen on the counter to accompany the drink. You try not to laugh; it’ll make your ribs hurt.

Sweet Pea has been your only constant in life ever since you’ve been in the Southside. He lives in the trailer next to yours, so he always offers to drive you to and from the gym because you’re never in any shape to drive yourself home when the match is over. Pea also is the one to take care of you because your parents couldn’t be bothered to stick around after your teen years.

“Can we skip the parental speech tonight, Sweets?” you ask through breathless pants. You wince as you try and get into the tub without reopening every wound on your body.

He glances over at you once you’ve tapped on the edge of the tub to let him know you’re in, “But that’s my favorite part - I love how you don’t ever listen to me.”

“Save the self-righteous, hypocritical bull crap, Pea,” you scoff, tilting your head back. “You and Fangs are out at night, beating up Ghoulies and protecting your own. Don’t act like I don’t hear your motorcycle rev up at night when you leave.”

Sweet Pea licks his lips and rubs his hands over his face in exasperation. You don’t ever let him get away with anything, that’s for sure.

You wave your hand, “I can take care of myself, Pea. If it bothers you this much, then just go home.”

“I can’t leave you,” he says quickly, grabbing the first aid kit and a couple of rags out of the drawers. Pea gets down on his knees beside the tub and gets to work on scrubbing the crusted blood from your wounds.

“How’s things going with Jos?” you ask, looking over your shoulder as he cleans the split skin on your shoulder. “You sleeping together yet?”

You’re sure that when he runs the sponge over the cut that he’s being extra thorough. You wince, but he speaks, “I saw Josie and Archie making out in the music room the other day. It’s pretty clear how she feels - or doesn’t.”

“Pea,” you turn to face him, your wet hand cupping his cheek. You feel your eyes soften the longer you look at him, “She didn’t deserve you. She made that abundantly clear the second she called you a fling.”

“That’s all it was,” SP shrugs, a mundane look on his face. “Maybe Andrews can help her out, he likes music and all that. I’m just a Serpent.”

You grab him by the jaw and force him to look you in the eyes, “Don’t you ever let someone else define you. Not anyone, and especially not Josie. You’re so much more than just a Serpent, Sweets.”

His eyes dart downward but you don’t make it out to be anything special. You release him and let your hand fall back into the bubbly water. You sigh, “I don’t know how people can treat one another like that, Pea. I’m sorry you had to be on the receiving end of it all.”

“It’s okay,” Sweet Pea shrugs nonchalantly. He doesn’t look you in the eyes as he cleans the wound on your cheekbone. It’s leaking crimson and he winces as he rolls the rag against the open cut.

“If this is about money, I-”

“This ain’t about anything, Pea. This is about me. It’s what I want.”

“You and Andrews make quite the pair,” he scoffs, replacing the bloody rag for a clean one.

You choose not to respond, and he finishes mopping up your blood, cleaning it out and watching as the water slowly turns red.

“Time for stitches.”

He walks out of the bathroom long enough to let you drain the water and dry yourself off. Pea even laid out fresh clothes for you on the counter. How he has time to do these things for you, you’ll never know. What you do know is that all you have in this life is each other now. Toni has run off to be with Cheryl, to partner with the Pretty Poisons to clean up the Southside. Fangs has been missing for years, ever since the Farm chose their ascension night. FP and Jughead moved to the Northside years ago, and Pea can’t fault them for trying to give Jellybean a better life.

The thin t-shirt you’re sporting was Sweet Pea’s at some point in life. It’s threadbare, but it’s perfect to wear after a match because it doesn’t suffocate you in your sleep. The arms are cut out, so it makes it easy for the both of you to apply bandages and wraps to the various parts of your body that usually end up battered and bruised. The neck is wide, stretched from use, and it’s fraying at the edges.

SP unloads a decent amount of the medical supplies, ready to get to work on the cuts on your face first. He takes a q-tip with ointment laden on it and starts to smear it onto every inch of broken skin that mars your face and neck.

“Sooner or later you’re going to have too many scars to count,” he mutters, cinching together a butterfly stitch on your forehead. Sweet Pea brushes your hair away from your face, his fingertips lingering on your jaw and neck.

“Scars are cool,” you shrug, dismissing his worried tone. “All the Serpents have them.”

Sweet Pea shakes his head, “You don’t have to do this, you can make more of yourself in better ways. You don’t have to just punch your way out.”

“S’the only thing I’m good at, Sweets.” You look up at him through your lashes. His brown eyes are warm, asking you silent questions just with the colors swirling around in his irises.

His thumb brushes over a bruise on your jaw, “I can’t watch you kill yourself for the rest of your life.”

“Then don’t watch,” you snap, your voice steely and quiet.

Sweet Pea’s teeth wrap around his bottom lip, trying hard to keep his commentary to himself. Instead, he moves on to wrapping up your knuckles in gauze, taping them at the wrists.

He puts away the supplies in your cabinet and then turns to walk out the bathroom door, but you limp towards him to grab his wrist.

“Pea?” You cough at the exertion. “You don’t wanna stay and watch a movie like always?”

The last person you have in this world licks his lips and shrugs his shoulders, “You told me not to watch anymore. I’m just listening to your advice.”

And then he leaves without another word.

Weeks pass, and you throw yourself into your boxing matches. You fight opponents much stronger than you, you take hits harder than you ever should have. You don’t care because you don’t feel anything until you land inside that ring.

“Come at me, c’mon!” you scream, slapping your gloves together and bearing your teeth. “Is that all you got?!”

She rages at you and manages to get a good uppercut in before you slam into her chest and throw her onto the mat. Her back cracks and your body heaves in exhaustion.

“Yeah, that’s right! Stay down!” You seethe between your mouthguard, stalking her in circles, praying that she gets up so you can lay into her again.

Moments pass, and the referee declares you the winner.

The crowd goes wild, you receive your wad of cash, and then you trudge home.

It’s harder to ride your motorcycle with your injuries, but you manage. There are nights that you want to miss Sweet Pea’s truck, but you force yourself to wince and bear it.

That’s how your days replay. You have nothing but your fists, absolutely nothing, but you have to be okay with that because it’s your own fault.

It takes another two weeks for a fight to get too violent.

The girl has you against the ropes, her fists drilling into your abdomen. You can hear your ribs crunching as she piles into you. The crowd is so loud that it hurts your ears, but the throbbing in your head drowns most of the sound into a blur of screams. You shout in pain and double over, giving her a clean shot at your head.

Your body flounders to the ground and the ref pushes her off to the other end of the ring so he can count you down. With every number that he rattles off, you feel a piece of your soul die. Tears are streaming down your face as you force yourself to slam your fists into the mat and push your body upright.

“You can fight?” the referee asks you.

“I’m good.”

He doesn’t look like he believes you, so you scream at him, “I’m good, ref! Now let me go!”

The referee claps his hands together and you’re back at one another’s throats. You get a string of punches in, surely she’s hurting, but it does not stop her from slamming her knee into your gut.

You hear someone scream out in the crowd, but you barely have time to take notice of it as she grabs you around the waist and throws you down onto the mat.

“Get up!” she screams in your face, spit and blood flying all over you. You wince at the contact, but she screams at you again.

Her foot connects with your ribs, again and again, but you can’t find it in you to tap out, to tell everyone that you’re finished.

“Stop the fight!” you hear from the stands. It gets closer as it repeats itself, “Stop the damn fight!”

You reach up to try and punch her in the face, but instead she is straddling you and pinning your arms above your head with one hand and continuously punching you with the other.

“Get off her!”

You recognize the voice, turning your face just enough to catch a glimpse of his brown eyes. A tear drips down your cheek and the final punch lands across your face.

All you see is darkness.

When you wake, your whole body is weighted, tied down to a bed that you cannot escape from. Your eyelids are heavy, your breath is short. You want to sit up, but find that you aren’t in control of your own limbs.

You push yourself until finally your eyes are unglued and you can blearily glance around the room you’re in.

It’s very bland.

The room is painted white, the curtains made of fabric that looks like it is from decades past, and the scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils until they burn. There is a blanket covering your body, a machine beeping in your ear as it tracks your vitals. You’re not sure how you got here or how long you’ve been out, but as soon as your eyes focus, you zero in on the figure sleeping on the couch next to your bed.

You want to laugh, but your chest is in catastrophic pain. Instead, you focus on examining your roommate as he sleeps curled in on himself, a blanket laid over the top of him but still unable to cover his tall form.

His hair is a mess, covering his forehead and falling in his eyes. His cheek is pressed into the pillow, lips full and parted as he breathes steadily through them. The tattoo on his neck draws your attention and you find your eyes drawn to it like never before.

He is dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, the sleeves cut off to expose his tan skin and cut muscles. You wish that he were closer, but you’re glad that he’s not as the tears begin to leak from the corners of your eyes.

As if he has some sort of super power to sense whenever you’re in pain, Sweet Pea stirs from his sleep and sits up on the couch. He grunts as he stretches out his limbs, pops echoing in the room.

You sniffle against your will, the movement making you cry out in pain, and in a flash, Sweet Pea is by your side.

“Hey,” he reaches out and grabs your hand. “Hey, you’re okay now. We got you here in time.”

Sweet’s gentle fingers brush over your cheeks and he wipes the tears away. He smiles but you can tell he’s in pain himself, “Don’t cry.”

The doctors separate you as they flood the room, rattling off medical terms to one another so much that they make your head spin. Sweet Pea is constant, holding your hand tightly in his own no matter how inconvenient it may be for the nurses who are hovering by your bedside.

They leave, eventually, and the two of you settle into an uncomfortable silence. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand and it makes you tear up all over again. All of the nightmares and the anger come rushing back at once, overwhelming your soul and forcing a bubble of fear through your throat.

“I’m so s-sorry, Pea.”

You break down into tears, your shoulders shaking despite the pain. Your sobs echo in the hospital room, the walls doing little to dim the noise. You sniffle, shaking your head, “I should have never said that to you. I-It was stupid and it was selfish and I was angry.”

“I know,” he brings your knuckles to his lips. “I forgive you, okay? It’s okay, just-”

“No, it’s not okay! It isn’t okay. I pushed away the only person who cared for me, who put me back together after I was done tearing myself apart. I-I can’t believe,” your voice falters and you fear it may break. “I just want to go home.”

Sweet Pea nods, chewing on his lower lip. “I know. Just give it some time.”

You throw your head back and stare up at the ceiling, wonder just how much longer that may be.

You’re tucked away in your bed when you hear him pacing in the living room. You sit up, your sleeveless shirt pooling at your waist. You stand, holding onto your side as you make your way to where Sweet Pea is mumbling to himself the next room over.

“Hey,” you murmur, leaning into the doorway.

He looks up from his pacing, his hand covering his face. His eyes wander over your frame and you try your hardest not to blush. He’s seen you practically naked before as he washes your wounds and stitches you back to your whole self. How is this any different?

“Hey,” Pea echoes. He takes a few steps towards you, “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Heard you in here, figured I’d give you some company.”

Sweet Pea reaches out and runs his thumb over the scar on your cheek bone. You watch as his eyes soften the longer his touch lingers. You lean into his fingers and he catches you with his hand.

“I’m sorry I left that night,” he whispers as if afraid of breaking the atmosphere. “I should’ve stayed.”

“I should have never told you to leave,” you admit, turning to kiss his wrist. You take a deep breath, “I-I was scared, and I didn’t like what you were saying and so I pushed you away. That’s not how you treat people - definitely not the people you love.”

His eyes connect with yours, a certain electricity running through them now. The touch of his hand expands to your neck, the base of your hair, and your fingers tremble as you press your palms to his chest. He smiles, a rare sight, and he cups your cheeks in his hands as he brings his lips down on yours.

Sweet Pea’s mouth is warm, his touch gentle, and he captivates you in a way that you know you’ll never find in anyone else. Your body aches as you sway in his arms, but you disregard the strain as you push yourself onto your toes to kiss him harder.

Your hands travel to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his back as you desperately try to convey your feelings through your lips. You can’t help but gasp as his teeth sink into your lower lip. Your fingernails bite further into his shoulder blades at the action and then it is his turn to wince into your touch.

“I missed you,” he breathes against your neck. His lips trail over your jugular and you find yourself ready to fly. Your back is pressed to the wall as his confessions fall over you, “I thought that you were dead that night, that I would never see you again. I thought I would never get the chance-”

His tongue presses flat against your collarbone and you press yourself closer to him. You drop your forehead to his chest in just enough time to hear him say, “I love you.”

As soon as the words are free, it’s like the two of you cannot get enough of one another. His hands travel your body like his kisses, unable to be satiated as they map out the contours and edges of your bones and skin and muscle. Your lips tangle together and your teeth clack against one another. You do not care how sloppy this is because this is all you’ve ever wanted.

Sweet Pea maneuvers the two of you back towards your bedroom, hoisting you up onto the bed as he runs his hands over your thighs. He hooks his hands under your knees and pushes you back so your head is close to the headboard. The look he sends you makes your blood boil and your cheeks burn.

“Wait,” you grab him by the nape of his neck, “I-I love you too.”

His index finger travels over the scars on your chest. He stops at a few, investigating them further. His thumbnail trails along hairline scars, his pinky finger dipping over deeper cuts. The pads of his fingers dance across the bruises on your ribs, staining them purple and yellow.

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand, your own thumb brushing over the scar that mars his lip. He catches your finger between the bite of his teeth and playfully smirks down at you as you try to force him to release it. You burst into laughter and tuck your head under his chin, feeling him pull your body closer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he whispers into your hair. He kisses the top of your head and burrows his nose into the crown of your head. “I’ve wanted to, for years, but I never could force myself to do it.”

“It’s okay, it’s my own fault for being so stubborn.” You look up at him and he steals a kiss from your lips. His palms are flat against your back, fingerprints finding the scars on your back as he continues his exploration.

“I love you,” he smiles as he looks down at you. The expression lightens his eyes, darkens his cheeks. He kisses your lips and murmurs the words again and again, “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

You laugh against his mouth and he does not relent as he slips his tongue between your teeth. Your bodies are flush against one another under the sheets and you’re not sure why you ever put this off.

Sweet Pea kisses his way down your jaw to your throat, “I love you.”

“I-I love yo-you too,” you manage, your eyes shuttering closed as his lips make swift work of your body. His hands are all over you and suddenly you’re drowning in him and you don’t want to come up for air.

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This Better Work Part 4

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don’t want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you.

Word Count; 5,606 (Give or Take)

"Sun's Up kiddo lets go. I'll drop you home on my way to visit the monster himself." Sheriff Keller called freeing Ali from the confines of her cell. She sat up glancing at the empty cell beside her. Sweet Pea must've been picked up already.

"Thanks Sheriff Keller. How are the guys after last night?" Ali asked apologetically, walking out the cell to fall into step behind the Sheriff as he led her to his car.

"Nasty headache and a bruised ego but nothing serious. They'll be fine don't worry Ali. You had good reason for it." He comforted her. She hated losing her temper like that. She hated hurting the people trying to help her. It tore her apart inside when she thought about everyone she had hurt.

"Don't worry about it Ali. They've taken worse and you were very careful not to injure any one. Just sent them for an early nap is all. They're fine." He assured her when he caught the worried expression on her usually happy, smiling face.

"Thank you Sheriff. For everything." Ali smiled when they reached the small cottage by the border of Northside and Southside. She stood and waved goodbye as he drove back to Nick's Hotel. Her front door flew open the second she stepped foot on the drive, both her mum and Izzy came charging over wrapping her up in suffocating but warm family hug. She loved their family hugs. Even if she did struggle to breathe with them.

"Ali are you ok? We were so worried. When Keller rang last night to say you took on 5 of his deputies and that he had to tase you just to get you into a cell I didn't know what to do." Rosie blurted finally pulling back when she realized her daughter was gasping for air.

"Come inside we've made chocolate chip pancakes and fresh orange juice." Ali's stomach growled loudly at the mention of food making them all laugh.

They sat round the island in the kitchen discussing all the events of the night before, debating what would happen to Nick St. Clair now. However knowing Mrs. Blossom they doubted anything would really be done. Ali and Izzy agreed to cook up a proper family dinner, whilst Rosie went to collect Cheryl. Taking her for a walk by Sweet Water River so they could have a heart to heart before taking her back to spend the rest of day with them. Ali had been so focused on making sure her friend was ok she completely forgot about the Serpent jacket she was now holding hostage from last night.

Cheryl spent the whole day laughing and relaxing with Ali and her family. They were more of a family to her than her actual family was. Besides Nana Rose of course. After watching their third movie of the night the girls decided to head to Pops for a milkshake and fries. Cheryl sat in the booth waiting with her milkshake whilst the girls went up to place their order and talk to Pops about work for Izzy. She was sat in her bubble of happy thoughts when a bone chilling voice shattered it.

Nick St. Clair. Ali watched as the boy snarled and hissed at the girl, creeping his way over to the booth. She had to keep her cool. For Cheryls sake. But that didn't mean she couldn't break his nose again. Ali strolled casually over smiling as brightly as ever placing a hand gently on Nicks shoulders turning him softly to face her. Her face bitterly sweet.

"You have something right there." She pointed to the tip of her nose, her eyes and smile as innocent as ever.

"Here let me get that for you." Her face dropped to temperatures below freezing almost immediately.

Before he knew what was going his face was crashing with Ali's knee. The fowl boy cried out in pain as he dropped to floor in agony and grabbed his now bleeding nose. Ali wasn't done. She grabbed his hand twisting it behind his back and slamming him face down on the counter in front of Pops.

"Apologize for bleeding everywhere." She commanded, scowling when he refused.

"Come on now. I thought you city mice had manners." Ali mocked, her voice as light and bubbly as always. The signature Ali smile plastering her face but her eyes were colder than ice.

"I'm s-sorry." Nick stuttered. "I-I'm s-sorry for b-bleeding every-where." He apologized again, when Ali twisted his arm a little more, squeezing out the full sentence she had asked for.

"Now apologize for your disgusting, pig headed behaviour the other night." Ali ordered swinging him round to face Cheryl who had gone very pink in face.

"Sincerely." Ali growled tugging the hair on the back of his head, so he looked up to face Cheryl instead of the floor.

"I-I'm sorry for my disgusting, pig headed behaviour the other night." Nick said through gritted teeth. Trying desperately to sound as sincere as possible, considering the pain that was cracking through his arm and face.

"And for the way I treated you. It was disgusting and vile. I'm Sorry." He croaked before Ali threw him back over to the bag of food waiting for him in front Pops.

"Oh my Nicholas, your face looks much better now. Much easier to look at, here you may need to use this. You've got a little something on your nose." Ali smiled innocently as Izzy and Rosie handed him a wet wipe each.

"I'll get you for this country mouse. You should know not to pick on us city mice." Nick snarled grabbing his food and storming towards the door only to have a well-manicured hand slam it shut just as he went to leave.

"Oh, Nicki darling." Ali said in her sweetest condescending tone. Smiling sweetly at him as he turned to face her. Now surrounded by the Masters family and several other members from inside the diner. Rosie leaning against the door menacingly with Izzy. Ali leant calmly against the booth behind her, admiring her long-pointed nails. Flicking her cold, threatening eyes up to stare deep into Nicks eyes. Piercing his soul.

"There’s a reason they call me Ali-Cat!" She spat coldly before turning on her heels and walking back to the counter. Izzy and Rosie both shoved past Nick laughing as he scurried hurriedly through the door. The diner erupted in a round of applause and the Masters girls each took a very low curtsey laughing as they went.

"Sorry about that Pops. Want us to clean up the blood?" Ali offered politely. Pops shook his head chuckling to himself.

"No, no it's ok. You girls have done the world a favour. The least we can do is mop up a little blood splatter. Shame he's so prone to nose bleeds." Pops winked turning to grab a mop so he could clean up.

"Have I ever told you that you are the greatest and scariest human beings Ever?!" Cheryl claimed a wave of relief washing over her. It was nice to know that her friends had her back so fiercely.

The girls laughed and joked the night away, pushing the monster that was Nick St. Clair behind them and moving forward. Their laughter filling the diner with a bright angelic aura that seemed to take hold of anyone that entered.

"So Jug, when are you telling FP that you joined the Serpents?" Ali asked giving his bike the once over. Making sure she hadn't missed anything when changing a part for his brakes.

"Figured it's safest for me to tell him whilst he's still in prison. At least that way he has time to calm down before he crucifies me." Jughead groaned only half joking.

"You make a fair point Jones. You my dear friend, are a dead man walking." Ali responded her tone wise and knowing.

"My biggest concern at the moment is this Ghoulies alliance Tall Boy is forming." Jughead informed her, frowning a little when Ali flinched at the mention of the Ghoulies and Tall Boy.

"Yeah Malachi was talking about that a few days ago, something about an upcoming drug runner from the Snake side. Whatever you decide to do I've got your back but we both know you hold more influence over the snake pit than Tall Boy does." Ali reassured him. She knew Jughead well enough to know that he would never let the Serpents join forces with the likes of Malachi and his cannibalistic crew. Jughead shot her a worried glare.

"What do you mean drug running snake? Did he say who?" He fired questions at her like she was a magic 8 ball. Ali threw her hands up in mock defence.

"I don't know I just heard something about a drug running snake and going Snake side. Let's just focus on holding your own turf for now yeah Juggie?" Ali suggested seeing the growing concern on his face.

"Brakes should be good now and since you got me up so early, you can give me a lift to school. Got some stuff to pick up before the holiday." Ali grinned grabbing her helmet and peeling off her grubby overalls to reveal her usual black high waist jeans, skin tight grey vest and navy-blue hoodie to match her blue combat boots. Jughead rolled his eyes climbing onto his bike waiting for Ali to finish fastening her helmet behind him before taking off at speed down the road towards his old school.

"I'll wait here for you. No sense in making you walk back." Jughead called as Ali bolted towards the school. Grabbing a large folder filled with blue prints. Her project for the holiday. Returning minutes later carrying a large blue folder and her infamous black rucksack with a magnificent painted Indian war horse sewn on the back. Ali stopped at the bike shoving the folder in her bag before jumping on the back and wrapping her arms around Jughead signalling for him to go. Jughead thundered down the road to the Wyrm, dropping Ali off before heading off to his meeting with Tall Boy.

"Sounds like Tall Boy's stirring up trouble again, rumours of a Ghoulies alliance and what not." Ali gossiped entering the office at the back of the bar where her mum was shuffling through mountains of paperwork.

"Oh dear, like they don't have enough to deal with! No wonder their financial system is such a state." Rosie exclaimed scanning through a large document before looking up at her daughter and sighing. Pulling her glasses off to give her eyes a rest.

"Your sisters gone down to Pops to pick up some food for us all. She's quite the player that one. Got your manipulation technique down to a T. She's managed to wrangle us some helpers, bright ones too." She complimented brightly.

"I see you're planning on multitasking again. What are you building this time?" Rosie stated pointing towards Ali's trusty rucksack. Ali just grinned and waved it off.

"That’s for us girls later. Think you're going to like it though. Finished drawing up the plans for it the other day." She grinned throwing her bag on an empty chair in front of the overcrowded desk and pulling out the Serpent jacket she had borrowed during her night in the cell.

"Think its about time I give this back. Now that its clean and no longer smells like the stale end of whiskey bottle full of cigarette ends." Ali added smelling the leather jacket.

"Used an extra helping of those scent booster things on the lining to get rid of the stench of boy and blood. Also patched up several tears that could only be from a knife. Looks good as new don't you think?" Ali said triumphantly holding up the jacket to show off her masterpiece. Rosie's eyes wandered over the spotless jacket, her face rising to form a very impressed and approving look.

"Nice work Ali. You've just made him the sharpest dressed laughing stock of his own biker gang." She joked just as the door flew open and Toni and Fangs burst in looking exhausted, carrying several large bags of Pops food. The smell filling the room forcing away the previous smell of old paper and beer bottles.

"What happened to you two. You're acting like you've just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson!" Ali remarked moving her bag just in time for Fangs to crash on the chair with Toni following. Flopping down on his lap like a rag doll.

"They just wouldn't STOP!" Toni breathed pointing an accusing finger through the door to where Sweet Pea and Izzy were setting up the pool table having a very heated debate.

"The hell is going on there. Big foot almost seems," Ali paused trying to think of the right word. "Happy?" She questioned with surprise, her brows furrowing in the confusion at what she just said.

"What’s with the new jacket any way Ali Cat? Don't tell me you're joining the Serpents, I couldn't possibly handle MORE of you!" Fangs exaggerated with a cheeky wink and a grin making Ali chuckle.

"Nah you're off the hook on that one, happy feet over there lent me his jacket the other night in the holding cell and I forgot to give it back so I figured the least I can do is clean it up for him. Smell it, no longer smells the dirty end of a back alley." Ali revealed passing the jacket to the pair to smell. Laughing when they looked up in amazement at the difference she had made.

"Damn girl, want to fix mine up to while you're at it?" Toni coaxed using her best puppy eyes.

"Anything for you my dear darling Topaz." Ali teased emphasizing her strong English accent. "Just drop it in my bag and I'll do it tonight." She said before sauntering over to the pool table, jacket in hand.

"ALI!" Izzy cheered running over to her sister, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist before letting go and bounding back to the table to take her shot.

"Well if it isn't our very own Cinderella Croft! You finally able to let go of my jacket now?" Sweet Pea smirked. A smug grin plastered on his features as Ali approached. Shoving the jacket hard in his chest winding him a little, patting his shoulder gently with the other hand. All the while holding the smile that seemed to light Sweet Peas entire being.

"Cute. Was that Izzy's idea to blend the two nicknames together? I only ask because quite frankly, you don't have the brains.” Ali taunted teasingly, tilting her head a little as she spoke.

"Took me that long to clean it. You should really take more care of your boy scouts uniform." Ali teased turning on her heels and walking back to the office. Leaving Sweet Pea to watch in awe as she walked away, smelling his clean new jacket. He was falling hard.

Izzy sat back watching the whole thing, waiting until her sister was out of ear shot before making a long whistling sound closely followed by a crashing sound. Mimicking the sound cartoons make when a character falls from a cliff. Sweet Pea turned to scowl at her in mixed confusion and suspicion.

"What was that sound?" He demanded throwing on the jacket and smiling to himself at how comfortable and soft it was, how it smelt like flowers instead of stale whiskey and smoke and how the slices from previous knife fights had vanished.

"The sound of you falling head over heels." Izzy commented nonchalantly moving back to their game of pool.

"So, what was the crashing sound at the end?" He asked curiously leaning against the pool table next to the little girl.

"The sound of you realizing everyone but her knows." Izzy replied climbing up on the stool Sweet Pea had dragged over when he saw her struggling to reach her mark.

"Damn you got the good stuff. Sweet Pea smells like Sweet Pea's. You know that’s her favourite flower and scent? Most people stop to smell the roses, she stops to smell the poisonous flowers climbing the wall of our house." Izzy stated. Rolling her eyes at Ali's choice of scent boosters. Of-course she washed the jacket of her favourite Serpent with her favourite soap.

"Hang on, everyone knows what?" Sweet Pea asked dumbfounded making Izzy groan at his stupidity.

"Oh no you don't, you've got to figure that one out on your own." Izzy declared.

"If I'm right, Toni owes me almost 50 bucks." Izzy muttered to herself, half hoping he heard and it triggered something in his brain.

Once the pair finished their game, they decided it was probably best if they went inside to help the others sort through the mountains of financial papers for Hog Eye.

"Will you quit sniffing it. The smell isn't going away any time soon." Izzy said sarcastically as they entered the office.

"Pea isn't used to the smell of clean Isabelle, leave him be." Ali responded Nonchalantly. Her eyes glued to the forms in front of her, twirling a pen between her fingers. Toni and Fangs snorted almost immediately at her comment whilst Sweet Pea just stood there scowling at her.

"Take a photo Pea it'll last longer." She remarked in the same casual manner as before, her eyes still fixated on the pages before her.

"There isn't a camera strong enough to capture that much ugly without combusting." Sweet Pea grumbled taking a seat and starting on the papers Izzy had handed him.

"Sure there is, just use yours. If it can handle your ugly mug it can certainly handle mine." Ali responded taking a bite out of her cheese burger. Toni and Fangs now struggling to contain the knowing grins that were slowly taking over them. Sweet Pea went to reply but came up blank, instead he just opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish. Ali flicked her eyes up at Sweet Peas slack-jawed expression. Raising a devilish eyebrow at him, a small smirk toying on her lips.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teased sending everyone into a short burst of snorting giggles.

Izzy raised her chin to Toni and Fangs before making the same cartoon fall sound she had made earlier. Jerking her head slightly, towards Sweet Pea making them laugh even harder.

"Rock, Meet Bottom." Ali playfully teased, her positive vibe and insufferably bright smile obliviating any potential for insult. Instead, pulling a small chuckle from Sweet Peas throat.

"You got me there, that was good." He chuckled pulling out a pen and note pad to start writing down some calculations. Toni and Fangs stared up at him, shock sprawled across their faces at his comment. He never admitted defeat. Let alone complimented someone over it. Sweet Pea looked up from his calculations, feeling their gaze burning into the top of his skull.

"What? believe it or not I actually pay attention in class." He defended thinking they were surprised at his maths skills. Remaining completely oblivious to the real reason they were star struck.

"Ok so from these stock and profit forms, Hog Eye seems to be charging 10 bucks per shot and 15 per beer. I get that a lot of money earnt isn't through the purchase of alcohol, but you've got to give some excuse that's legal." Rosie piped up finally looking up from the scattered papers she had been pouring over for the last few hours.

"So why don't we put the excess profit down as payment for space hire, to cover how he's getting the money. I mean for all we know that's what's happening." Ali suggests holding her hand up to silence the three Serpents. "Plausible deniability if you please."

"Ok so how do we explain where its going then?" Fangs questioned looking up from his own calculations.

"That's obvious isn't it." Sweet Pea chimed in, gently biting the end of his pen. The group shook their head simultaneously.

"Please Elaborate." Izzy pushed politely, twisting herself round on Sweet Pea's lap to face him properly. He was becoming more and more like a big brother to her.

"Well so far he isn't accounting for Toni's 'Overtime' money." He began, air quoting the word 'overtime'.

"He's also missed out the car and bike payments. So we've already covered a fifth of his spending’s just with overtime money and vehicle maintenance. Then there's the money to keep the bar insured and pay for the alcohol licenses for his staff when he's not at the bar. There's another fifth. Give or take a bit. And since the rest is snake money, we can put that down to protection money. He pays the Serpents to keep his bar and family safe." Sweet Pea explained sending multiple jaws hitting the ground in a wave of shear disbelief.

"Ok this could work. We need to start adding up all bar profits and snake profits separately, so we can divide it up in the correct ratio." Toni thought after a moments reflection. The team nodded in agreement before clearing the desk and starting from scratch. Putting their heads together to figure out what was what.

After several hours gruelling hard work, they decided to call it quits and finish for the day. It was evening after all. The team headed out into the now busy bar, waving to Hog Eye so they could grab a round of drinks before taking their mind off things and playing a few rounds of pool.

Ali woke the next day to a blinding head ache and a living room full of bodies. Apparently one round of drinks consisted of several shots of various spirits and a strong beer. Ali sat up slowly, holding her hand to her head as the room began spinning. Her stomach tumbled over in knots. She felt as if she'd charged head on into a speeding bus. Never the less she had cars to fix today so she soldiered on. Dragging herself quietly to the kitchen to concoct her famously effective Hangover cure, making sure to close every door so the sound of the blender didn't wake any one.

She had just finished making everyone a glass of hangover cure each when she decided the best thing for her, was to jump in the shower to wash away the night before. Flash backs of her and Toni dancing on the table, clouding her vision as she entered the bathroom. Stripping down to her under wear and grabbing a fresh towel from the towel rack.

Slamming into a wall of muscle and damp warmth as she turned back round sending her flying back. A pair of large hands grabbing her arms before she slipped on the wet floor. Ali's memories of the night before darting to the back of her mind. Clearing her vision. Standing in front of her with nothing more than a towel and a smirk on, was the one and only Sweet Pea. Ali quickly regained her balance, kneeling to grab a floor towel from the cupboard beneath the sink before she slipped over again. She straightened up looking at Sweet Pea in a dazed confusion. Unable to say anything she just opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. Now she was the one looking like a fish.

"I'll fix that once I've changed into a fresh set of clothes." He said pointing to the leak from the shower. Stepping closer so their bodies were almost touching, looking down to Ali's bright blue eyes and smirking.

"Unless of course, you like me in the towel." Ali's eyes widened at his comment and she quickly shook away the catatonic state she had been in.

"The only thing missing now is a paper bag for your face." Ali quipped placing a hand on his muscular chest and pushing him back so she could move around him to the shower. Turning it on and turning back to him.

"There’s a glass of hangover cure downstairs and since you’re the only other person awake and I made juice, you're on breakfast duty. Now get your ass out of here so I can shower you pervert." She added playfully, pushing him out the door and locking it. Her heart racing as muddles of thoughts began clouding her mind again. No. I need to wash this fog away and get my mind set and ready for work. Ali thought as she jumped in the shower, scrubbing away the groggy feeling that clung to her skin from the alcohol.

Downstairs, Sweet Pea had finished changing into the clothes from last night that Rosie had offered to wash. She had handed the three guest some spare pyjamas giving the boys a set of Ali's fathers old sweats and Toni a set of Ali's pyjama sets to sleep in whilst she put their clothes in too wash. He raided the cupboards debating on what to cook when he finally settled on following the instructions left by Ali in a notebook she had labelled 'Food cures and recipes to save a life'.

Underneath the recipe for her hangover cure was a list of foods for a good old fashioned full English breakfast. Which was apparently 'the best food for a hangover'. He began frying up the eggs and bacon. Putting on some sausages and mushrooms whilst waiting for the toast. The smell of food wafting through the house gently waking the rest of the group who, unlike Ali and Sweet Pea, weren't looking too great.

"He can cook? I'm impressed. There was me thinking you were going to pull out the cereal bowls." Ali teased skipping into the kitchen wearing her usual garage gear. That consisted of an orange sports bra with her navy-blue garage overalls. The sleeves tied around her waist exposing her toned abs and back. She plopped herself on a chair by the kitchen island. Watching Sweet Pea cook whilst she attempted to throw her hair in a French braid. Growling to herself when she got muddled up. She was normally really good at braiding her hair but for some reason her hands weren't doing what they were supposed to this morning.

"Dear god! Come here and watch the food whilst I braid your hair. Its just painful watching you do it." Sweet Pea commanded dragging her from her seat and shoving a spatula in her hand before standing behind her and effortlessly throwing her hair into a perfect French braid. Toni and Fangs tiptoed in at the perfect moment. Quickly getting a photo or ten of the pair before they noticed they had company.

"So, he can cook AND he can plait. If only he was good looking." Ali sighed playfully placing a hand on Sweet Peas cheek once he'd finished doing her hair.

"See you two are already up and about." Toni grumbled, smirking a little as she entered the kitchen grabbing a glass of suspicious green juice and one of the plates Sweet Pea had already dished up.

"Morning, painkillers are on the side and I think Pea has sorted your clothes out already." Ali greeted the two very hungover looking Serpents as they shuffled their way into the daylight. Hissing like vampires as the sunlight hit their eyes.

"I'd suggest grabbing something to eat and jumping in the shower before you get dressed. You can use the on-suite in my room or the bathroom in the corner over there. Both showers work but mine has a small leak so be careful."

"Morning guys." Rosie groaned rubbing her eyes while Izzy guided her mum to a chair, grabbing her a cure and plate of food.

"Here you go Izzy." Sweet Pea said warmly, helping the little girl up into a chair and shoving a plate of food and glass of juice in front of her before moving to grab his own and sitting beside Ali.

"Jesus mum I thought you said you could handle your drink?" Ali stated giving her mum a once over tucking into a mouthful of eggs and bacon.

"Just because we don't have stomachs of steel like you two freaks of nature doesn't mean we can't handle our drink!" Rosie defended taking a large swig of her green hangover cure.

"You know for Northsiders you can really handle your drink." Sweet Pea confessed through a mouthful of food.

"Dude, she drank you under the table! She's good even for a Southsider!" Fangs claimed, giving an impressed raise of the glass before gulping down the green liquid like it was his life force.

"Well guys as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have to get to work. Izzy have you sorted out a lift to Pops later or shall I drop you off?" Ali asked turning to her little sister. She had recently started working at Pops on the weekends and during the holiday but fitting in her times with Rosie and Ali's schedules was proving to be difficult. She had been asking around for lifts, but they were few and far between.

"I'll take you if want Izzy. My bikes out front and I was going to stay and fix a few things before I left anyway." Sweet Pea offer ruffling the little girls bed head making Izzy laugh giving Ali the thumbs up.

"Buzzing! I'll pick you up at 6 ok Izzy, we'll pick up food from Pops tonight ok Mum? That way you don't have to worry about cooking dinner after work." Ali shouted back as she headed out the front door.

"Since when did you do nice things for people that didn't involve beating someone up or getting paid?" Fangs accused Sweet Pea walking round the Island to wash up the dishes.

"I do nice things all the time!" Sweet Pea retorted defensively, making Toni snort in derision.

"No, you don't!" She stated with a smirk. "Here Rosie we'll clean up while you two jump in the shower. It's the least we can do." Toni insisted, directing them out the kitchen once they'd finished eating. Rosie gave the trio a grateful smile before heading upstairs to get a change of clothes for her shower.

"I'll use the one downstairs. If Ali's leaks any more I'm afraid it might flood." She told the group making her way up the creaky stairs.

Ali had just finished her lunch when she got a message from Jughead saying 'Reggie's bringing a car down for you and Betty to check out, I'll explain in sec.' Ali sighed thinking about her workload, at this rate she'd never be done in time to pick Izzy up.

"Looks like you could use a hand!" A familiar voice called from the open garage door. Ali spun round grinning when her eyes fell on her red headed bestie.

"Cheryl you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now!" Ali gushed running over, throwing her arms around the girl. Embracing her in a much-needed hug.

"Jughead text me saying he was about to overload you with work. So, me and Betty have come to help. I'll get started on the paint jobs whilst you and Betty finish up the trucks out back. Then we can all take a look under the hood of Reggies car." Cheryl directed grabbing a face mask and pair of goggles before sauntering over to the paint station of Ali's garage. Her uncle had given her his old storage space, saying she could use it for whatever if she helped out.

It wasn't long before Betty and Jughead turned up to lend a hand. Soon joined by Reggie and the car Jughead would be using. Betty and Jughead popped the hood to take a look underneath whilst Ali finished up her last job of the day.

"Rumour has it Mantles car is a mirror image of him, sexy as hell but emptier than a packet of crisps!" Ali hollers bounding over, her forehead covered in sweat and engine grease.

"Sorry I forget you guys call them chips or something weird like that. What's the damage anyway?" Ali corrected herself. Her English slang confusing her friends as usual.

"Nothing really, its just got nothing going on underneath!" Betty reviews wiping her hands on a dirty rag that was hanging from Ali's pocket.

"Well shit Jughead. Looks like you're going to have to play it the old-fashioned way. Floor it and play chicken. Malachi's stupid but he'll back down for sure, just make sure you show no fear. If he sees any weakness you've lost before you've begun." Ali divulged patting her friend on the back and making her way over to her bike. Throwing Betty the keys to the garage after pulling on her helmet.

"Cheryl’s finishing off a paint job but she'll be with you shortly. Use what you need and lock up when you're done. I've got to go and pick Izzy up. See you bright and early tomorrow!" She called zooming off when Betty and Jughead gave her an acknowledging salute.

"She is literally the hottest girl ever!" Reggie drooled watching as Ali disappeared round the bend.

"Ugh stand down Reginald. She's way out of your league and last time I checked you and Josie were hitting it pretty hot and heavy at the party the other week." Cheryl groaned joining the group.

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serahsanguine · 4 years

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Vacation Series Pt. 2. Halloween Surprises Ch, 4

This is the second book in a two-part series

Book one. - pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

Book Two. - pt. 1, pt, 2, pt. 3,

All chapters can be found Here on Ao3

This Chapter Rating; NC-17 NSFW

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @baronessblixen @today-in-fic

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Chapter 4; Day Four - Vanity Fair

Mulder woke up and felt the cold sweat of Scully’s skin as he rolled her over slightly and nuzzled his nose into her strawberry smelling hair. Whispering reassurances over and over again tell her he loved her, that they were safe. She opened her eyes adjusting to the darkness she could tell she had been crying and she clung to Mulder’s body.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, care to tell me about it?”

“I will but not now, I'm going to grab a glass of water.”

“Ok,” he said simply not wanting to push the matter and make it worse.

“I’ll be quick I promise, the fires nearly out and the room is quite chilly” she leaned back over to him her finger gracefully touching his cheek “I’m ok I promise”

He smiled weakly and watched her wander to the bathroom. She switched the light on and grabbed the glass she kept by the sink and ran the water cold before filling it and taking a sip.

It didn’t agree with her and everything she had eaten the day before all came up and into the toilet bowl. Mulder was up in a flash and by her side for support. His hand grabbing her hair to keep it out of her face and his other hand rubbing her back. He helped soothe her as best he good but he felt useless.

5 minutes passed and everything that was coming up was out and now all that was left was her dry heaving into the bowl. She sat on the cool tile floor and Mulder had grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cool water to apply to her head and neck.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked concerned.

“No, but I think that’s it for now,” she replied solemnly.

“What happened?"

“The bowling alleys hotdog disagreed with me,” she said trying to calm her breathing down and trying no to throw up her stomach acid.

“You did say you didn’t think it tasted right,” he said in confirmation.

She nodded and rung the washcloth out and ran it under the tap before replacing it to her skin. “That'll teach me to listen to your advice and eat junk food.”

“This is not my fault,” he said defensively and looked away at the floor.

She smiled and locked her fingers with his, he looked up into her face and smiled back and realized she was teasing him.

“Nice to see you're making jokes, are you ready to go back to bed?”

“Yes, I think so.”

Scully stood up and went to walk out of the bedroom but Mulder scooped her up under the legs and carried her to bed.

“I can walk you know,” she said laughing.

“I know but I felt chivalrous,” he replied smiling back down at her.

He wrapped the blanket around her skin and she was asleep instantly, it was a little while before he fell back to sleep making sure she had everything from a sick bucket a fresh cup of water. He was worried for her and hoped she was up for tomorrow as he knew she was really looking forward to the vanity fair.

Both Mulder and Scully had been awake for several hours now dealing with some of the preparations for tomorrow's Halloween party.

The Lone Gunman had gone way overboard on the pumpkins, buying 25 of them to be exact, all of them needed to be scooped and cleaned with the inside of the pumpkin put in a bowl to make pies for tomorrow. Mulder and Scully were sat by the kitchen island, Scully’s hair was tied back in a low ponytail keeping the pumpkin from attaching itself to her hair. She was wearing a low cut vest top with a cardigan buttoned up, her jeans covered buy an apron, she was cleaning out her second pumpkin. Mulder was wearing black joggers and a grey tank top also cleaning out his second pumpkin. All of them agreed to do 5 pumpkins each and once cleaned they would get to do a different design on each one.

Mulder watched as Scully was finishing up, he just stared and watched for awhile he knew she was still feeling quite ill from yesterday but was putting on a brave face as they sat trying not to let on. But when you look deeper she was aglow her skin porcelain and freckled but her cheeks were red from the fire and warmth of the house. Loose curled hair framed her beautiful face her eyes downcast at the task at hand. Her nose is small and quaint, her lips pink luscious and kissable but they were covered by the tip of her tongue just darting out from between her lips. He smiled because she didn’t know she did this, and she only did it when she was concentrating he never brought it up in case it made her self conscious and she would stop.

She looked up and caught him staring at her and instantly she blushed it didn’t matter whether they were in a relationship or not whenever he looked at her like that it sent her into little schoolgirl crush mode.

They got through the rest of the pumpkins creating creepy ghosts, ghoulies, monsters and cats, even carving an X into the largest one they had between them.

Mulder placed a tea light in his last pumpkin and held it up next to him, he had carved a face with a large smile into it.

“Scully, You light me up,” he held up the lit pumpkin and then looked at her with a cheeky smile on his face.

She looked at him and smiled and then proceeded to laugh at his awful pun.

“How long have you been holding that one in?”

“Since we started. ”

“You’re incorrigible” she carried on laughing. She managed to calm herself down some minutes later and watched him as he scooped some of the ‘guts’ of the pumpkin into his hand.

“Don’t you dare Mulder.”

She watched as if in slow motion he pulled his hand back and threw the pumpkin insides at her. His evil smirk said everything she needed to know as she picked up some of her insides and threw it back at him.

“Do you really want this to turn this into a food fight, Scully?

“You started it, Mister.”

They threw pumpkin back and forth until the whole kitchen was covered in orange blobs and seeds he had definitely achieved his goal of helping to cheer her up and not think about how awful she felt.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“Anytime, but we need to get this place cleaned up before the boys get home.”

She looked around at the room and sighed their little bit of fun had caused so much chaos.

“Ok, I will get the mop and you get the broom.”

Mulder followed Scully to the cleaning closet, she grabbed the mop and he grabbed a Halloween broom.

He looked at Scully, witches broom in hand “Stick with me.”

She rolled her eyes and he watched her laugh as she walked back into the kitchen. He put the decorative item down and grabbed the real thing and proceeded to help her clean up the mess they had created.

That Following Night.

Scully was still under the weather and feeling sick but was miles better then she was feeling the night before. She was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit. She wore a red dress that came up just above her knees, black tights and red pumps. Her hair was down and curly around her face, her face with just a small touch of makeup. Her gold cross sitting firmly in the middle of her neck.

She walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs finding Mulder staring at her from his seat in the living room. His face in awe of her beauty.

“Mulder close your jaw, you’re catching flies.”

“I… ugh… Wow”

She blushed profusely. But quickly turned it around back on him. She raked her eyes down on his form, his Jean's were dark and acid washed and they curved his ass perfectly, she remembered the first time he wore them, his ass looked smackable. At least this time she could actually touch him. His attire above the waste consisted of a grey t-shirt paired with a black leather jacket.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mulder,” now it was Mulder's turn to blush. Scully slipped on her black trench coat and hooked her arm inside Mulders and they walked into town towards the vanity fair.

10 minutes later they arrived, it was beautifully decorated, there were streamers full of ghosts and cobwebs everywhere complete with freaky looking spiders. Chinese lanterns with amazingly drawn mythical creatures hung from above and they had pumpkins of every variety placed all over. What really surprised them both is they even had characters from Mulder’s new favourite movie ‘A Nightmare Before Christmas’ with people dressed up as Oogie Boogie and Jack Skeleton, even children adorned costumes as Lock, Shock and Barrel.

“Mulder, can we go over there first?”

Mulder followed Scully gaze as she pointed towards the shooting stall. He smiled.

“Only if you think you can beat me, Scully.”

“Is that a challenge Mulder?” she said emphasized his name, he simply nodded in return “You’re on” and off they walked towards the shooting stand.

The stands colours were bright orange and yellow, exactly what you would normally find at a funfair. But instead of shooting a family of plastic ducks you were shooting a family of pumpkins.

“You being a hot shot can go first.”

“Thank you,” he was feeling cocky and she could tell she as she watched him line up with the plastic cork gun in hand he shot them hitting ten out of 13 targets.

“Not bad Mulder.”

“Your turn Scully but that is hard to beat.”

“We shall see,” she thought she walked to the stand picking up the loaded cork gun taking the right stance she aimed the gun and fired hitting every pumpkin and not missing one.

“Wow Miss, that was brilliant” Scully beamed a full toothy grin at the stall, “Which large plush would you like?”

“That one please” she pointed at the rather large grey alien hanging from the ceiling.

“Here you go, Miss.”

“Thank you,” she took the large plush toy from the elderly man, said her goodbyes and they left to find another attraction.

They found the candy floss stall and Mulder ordered them both a cone each.

“I have a sugar crush on you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh brother,” as she rolled her eyes and in search for a small bench to eat and talk away from the crowds.

“Here you go, Mulder, this is for you,” she said handing him the grey plush toy.

“I.. Don’t know what to say, Scully. You didn’t have to give me this you won it fair and square.”

“I may have, but It's not that I had to give it to you it, I wanted too. Just say thank you, Scully, and give me a kiss. ”

“Thank you, Scully.”

He leaned forward brushing his lips against hers and the fireworks of passion ignited there, he pulled away but not before she pulled him back again, her tongue probing inside his mouth tasting cotton candy and mulled wine.

“Mmm, You taste good Mulder.”

He pulled away his cheeks red and a boyish grin upon his face.

“How about the House of Horrors next?”

“Is that the one with all the mirrors?” he opened his mouth to reply but she carried on talking not letting him say a word. “Because if it is the answer is definitely no. We have been there and done that, never again.”

“Ok, so that’s out the picture, how about the haunted house?

“Really?” she raised her eyebrow in scepticism.

“Yeah, come on Scully it will be fun.”

“Fine why not.”

They soon finished their cotton candy and went to the haunted house. Stepping inside to complete darkness, Mulder went first in protection. Scully laughed making a comment that plastic does not kill anyone. They walked the corridors as plastic mannequins decorated with fake blood jumped out of nowhere. Vampires, jumping spiders also popped up, Scully could not help but laugh as every time something made Mulder jump he screamed like a girl and then pretended to be all macho and act as if nothing happened. Finally, they got to the end and it was straight on the ghost train which was full of mostly the same stuff but with added fog, mist and neon lights. Scully took the opportunity to snuggle into Mulder's side while they went around the track. He was warm and smelled like Paco Rabanne and her Paris perfume, it was a gentle mix but one that certainly suits them both.

Their evening at the funfair came to an end and it was time to go home. They took a small stroll along the beach watching the moon reflect on the calm ocean. They arrived home and noticed the Lone Gunman had kept the fire going in the living room for them so the house wasn't as brisk as the outside. They took off their coats and both wandered upstairs, Scully slipping her pumps off along the way and depositing the rest of her clothes in the bedroom, she slipped into her cotton full-length pyjamas before sliding in between the sheets. She watched as Mulder unclothed and found an old t-shirt to lay in bed with making sure to grab the book before getting comfortable. They would both forgo their nightly routine, they were much too tired.

With Mulder propped up with pillows behind his back and Scully laying on the side of his body with her face and head in his chest. He began to read.

“On the brink of what was once known as ‘The River Hill’ at the east of Main Street in Williamston, there formerly stood an old hotel building. Owned and operated by the Edward Yellowy family in the early and middle 1800’s, the hotel was frequented by captain and sailors. From barges and ships while they were docked at the Roanoke River wharf just below ‘The River Hill.’

He looked down to find she was still awake her eyes were drooping but she was listening intently.

“Incidentally, one of Edward Yellowlys' sons, Edward C. Yellowly, practised law in Greenville and was one of the principles in what was said to be among the last duels fought in North Carolina. The duel took place at the Virginia-North Carolina state line along the Dismal Swamp canal in October 1947, and Yellowly’s opponent, C.F. Harries, another Greenville lawyer, was killed in the encounter.

“Returning to the old hotel, it had a handsome mahogany stairway and a large balcony covering the entire front. The front veranda was elevated so that the carriages could drive under it. It’s said that a misunderstanding developed between a honeymooning couple staying at the hotel and the young bride leapt off the balcony to her death it was the reason that the place developed a reputation for being ‘Haunted’.”

He stopped and listened to her calm breathing and soft snore he carried on reading to make sure she was completely asleep before putting the book down, that and he hated leaving a story not finished.

“The hotel was finally abandoned, but an ancient piano was left in it. Some of the neighbourhood children in the old days would go into the abandoned structure and play the piano. There were also rumours that musical sounds could be heard in the building when no one was around. Some thought the music was played without human hands, and an examination would show that there was undisturbed dust on the keys of the piano. When this writer was a child, all children were afraid to go into this old hotel or even pass by the place when alone. It was widely known among the children as ‘The Haunted Hotel’.”

Mulder leaned over to his side of the bed and placed the book down softly, Scully was still asleep on his chest and he fell asleep along with her.

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