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Notes - Hi so I’m seriously proud of this fic, and even though I feel like all of my Riverdale fics flop I’m super happy with this, so if you could reblog this and get it more reach that’s be amazing. (Also, on a note not related to this, I am working on the requests and I’m so sorry about the wait for them, but I was having trouble writing them so that’s why I wrote this fic. Sorry everyone they’re coming soon!)

Warnings - Pure angst and hurt. Be warned.

Word count - 5.6k.

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You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

But I never thought I'd live to see it break

~

Everything changed when Jughead moved to the South Side. Of course, she couldn't blame him for moving, she knew he had to. With his dad behind bars for a murder he didn't even commit and not being able to stay at the Andrews household any longer, he didn't have a choice in moving. Living in his dad's trailer was better than staying with a foster family whom he didn't know, though living on opposite sides of town and now attending different schools meant they saw less and less of each other. And to be completely honest, Y/N missed him so much. She missed having him stay over at her house before school since her house wasn't far from Archie's. She missed waking up with him in the mornings, being greeted with lazy kisses and warm hugs. She missed sitting with him in class, helping him in math and getting his help in English literature. She missed after school dates at Pop's; sharing each other's milkshakes and helping him write his novel.

But once he'd moved, the cracks in their relationship started to appear. At first it was just missed phone calls and being left on read, though soon it developed to frequent arguments, being stood up on dates for the Serpents, and just not seeing each other much anymore. It hurt her, because she missed her once perfect boyfriend, who was now so caught up with his new school and his imprisoned father's gang to give any sort of time or attention to her. Maybe it was selfish, but Y/N wanted him to focus on her, and not anybody else, even if just for one night. She could tell that their relationship was headed downhill, though she thought that it would be fixable. They had been through so much already, surely this wouldn't break them apart, right?

~

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's comin' over you like it's all a big mistake

~

Y/N frowned down at the Pop's menu sat on the table in front of her, scowling at the small printed words there. This was the third time he'd missed one of their dates, or just forgotten about it all together. She was guessing it was the latter, as Jughead had been too wrapped up in the Serpents and with Toni Topaz to think of anything else. She was certain that he was getting bored of her, or tired of her company. He was hanging around with a gang now, his people, so surely his plain old north-side girlfriend was getting tiresome? She took a glance out of the window beside her seat, seeing that the sky was darkening into evening - dark oranges and blues swirled together as the sun went down like an artist mixing paint on a canvas. When she'd gotten to Pop's it was still daylight, but he had taken so long to show that now it was getting dark.

Before she knew it, disappointed tears were brimming in her eyes, and a lump was forming in her throat. Why couldn't he just spare a few hours to go and see her? At first, she had given him the time he quite clearly needed, and the benefit of the doubt. He had just moved and he was adjusting, and she got that, but now it had been weeks and there was still no effort put in from his end. It wasn't like he was even a proper member of the Serpents, so she just didn't get it. 

After another few minutes she had paid for the one milkshake she had drank and the one that had been left sitting on the table untouched, that was meant for Jughead, and then left the diner. It was cold outside, the kind of cold that seeped through your clothes and gave you goosebumps. Though she already felt the cold disappointment that had been sticking with her for weeks, now. On the colder days before Jughead had moved, he would give her his denim jacket as they walked to Pop's after school, but just the thought of that now made her want to start crying. She couldn't remember the last time she had been wrapped in his jacket, or even his arms for that matter.

Before she knew what she was doing, Y/N had pulled her phone out and called him, anger washing over her and replacing the sadness she felt. He picked up after six rings. Usually it would only take one.

"Y/N?" He asked, no 'love' or 'baby'. "Can I call you back later? I'm with the Serpents."

"Couldn't you have spared one night from the Serpents to show up to our date?" She scoffed, lifting her free hand to wipe her eyes which were now streaming with tears. 

"What?" Jughead asked, sounding confused. "We didn't have a date today."

"Yes we did." Y/N sniffled, her lip quivering when realising he'd forgotten. "This is the third one you've missed for Christ's sake, Jug. I shouldn't trust anything you even say, anymore."

"I'm sorry I've been busy." He huffed, sounding more irritated than anything.

"Yeah, you're always busy now." She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat. "Too busy to come and see your girlfriend anymore."

"Y/N, come on-" 

Before he could say anymore she cut the call off, not ready to hear it. Once her phone was back in her pocket she covered her mouth with her hands as she started crying, her chest heaving with each choked sob that passed her lips. Soon it hurt, though nothing hurt as bad as the sadness consuming her from realising he didn't love her like he used to.

~

Holding my breath, won't lose you again

Something's made your eyes go cold

~

It was almost midnight when Y/N heard the rumble of a motorbike turning into her street corner, before she heard the noise cut off right outside her house. It wasn't unusual for Jughead to come and see her after a fight, though it was unusual for them to fight so often. The most they had ever argued before the move was when his father had first been arrested, but she understood that he was just so stressed with everything that he was lashing out at people. Though this was different.

Y/N hadn't moved from her bed since she had gotten home. She hadn't even changed out of her clothes, she had just gotten into her bed and cried. She was still crying by the time she heard her window being pushed open further and someone stepping into her room. Y/N had the covers over her head so she couldn't see him approaching, though she felt the bed dip when he sat down beside her, and felt his hand rubbing her back through the covers. She sat up just enough to turn and move her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest as she started crying again, holding onto him tightly.

"I'm sorry." She heard him whisper into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her shaking body, which only made her cry harder. Did he really mean that? She couldn't be sure.

"Do- do you still love me?" Y/N couldn't help but ask through the tears, needing to know. It felt like he didn't, or that he was loving her less and less every day.

"Of course I still love you." Jughead sighed, his hand lifting to gently run his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, I've been busy sorting out stuff at South Side High and with the Serpents. I really didn't mean to forget about meeting up with you, okay?"

Y/N sniffled a little as she nodded, just holding onto him a little tighter. Whether she completely forgave him or not was a different question, though she was willing to give him another chance to prove that he really did mean what he said. 

"Hey." He said softly, moving his hand underneath her chin to tilt her head upwards. Her red-rimmed eyes locked with his and she watched his expression soften somewhat when he took in her features, though there was something about his eyes that made her stomach swirl with uneasiness. They were just so cold and unlike him. Maybe he didn't really mean what he had said.

~

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Can't breathe whenever you're gone

Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

~

After that night, Jughead had promised to make it up to her and come and see her the following weekend at Pop's. And to be honest, she really needed it. Her week had gone absolutely horribly, with Betty suddenly becoming cold and distant towards her. Y/N couldn't fathom why Betty had become so cruel to her; she just knew that the last time herself and the Cooper girl had spoken, it had ended in a long string of insults from Betty then her walking off. So she could really do with her boyfriend's comfort, after her best friend clearly didn't want to be around her anymore.

Y/N sipped on her milkshake at Pop's as she waited for Jughead to show up, his drink sat untouched opposite her on the other side of the table. Once she had hit the ten minute mark she began to grow worried that he wasn't going to show, but thankfully she spotted him pulling into the parking lot of Pop's after she had heard the rumble of his motorcycle outside. A smile was painted over her lips as she waited for him to walk inside, though it quickly faded once she had caught sight of him.

His face was full of cuts and bruises, most of them looking extremely painful. At first she had been worried that he had been in a fight with somebody at his school, though her stomach sank when seeing the leather jacket he was wearing. The leather Serpents jacket.

He had clearly caught sight of her expression, as Jughead sighed as he slipped into the seat opposite her own. "Y/N, I meant to tell you-"

"That you'd joined the gang you told me you wouldn't?" She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed with disbelief. "Why would you do that? They're dangerous, Jug, they're a biker gang. Are you kidding me?"

"They aren't dangerous." He frowned. "They're like family."

"They're like family?" She scoffed. "Oh, and I'm not anymore?"

"Hey, I didn't say that." Jughead frowned a little more.

"Maybe you didn't say it, but you've been meaning it for weeks!" She practically exploded, sitting up in her seat as her waterline burned with the build up of tears again. "When was the last time we both properly hung out together, hm? Or ate dinner together? Or even spoke to each other without arguing?"

"I told you I've been busy, with-"

"With the Serpents, yeah I know." Y/N scoffed. "You never have time for me anymore, and that's all I'm asking for. I miss you, Jug. You could have at least told me that the reason you were too busy to spare a few hours for me is because you were joining a fucking gang."

"What is your issue with the Serpents?" He snapped defensively, making her flinch at the harshness of his voice.

"You said you wouldn't join them, you promised me, remember that?" She asked. "Oh, but maybe you don't, since you seem to be forgetting a lot recently." She huffed, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears that had started falling. "They are dangerous, Jughead, have you even looked in the mirror recently? If you had to do that to join then what else might you have to do now that you're involved?"

"Will you give it a rest?" Jughead snapped, causing her to flinch once more. "Like it or not, I'm a Serpent now, okay? And I'm sorry that since I have this thing called responsibilities now that I can't spend every minute of the day with you." 

"I didn't say that, Jug." She whispered, more tears falling. "I just miss you, we never see each other anymore and when we do it's... it's like you're a different person."

"Yeah? Well if I'm so different then why don't you just find yourself a new boyfriend, then. One that fits the criteria." Jughead scowled as he got out of his seat, shaking his head as he looked at her.

"Hey, wait." Y/N whispered, also getting out of her seat. "Don't go, Jug, I'm sorry." She whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jughead was still frowning as he pulled away from her touch immediately, shaking his head as he just turned away and walked out of the diner, leaving her stood crying as she watched him leave.

~

Stood there and watched you walk away

From everything we had

But I still mean every word I said to you

~

Despite everything Jughead had said, they didn't break up. A few days later Jughead had stopped by her house to apologise, and for once it looked like he meant it. He had been close to tears himself as he ranted to her about everything, but mostly about how sorry he was and how he couldn't stand to lose her. By the end of the conversation she was crying too, and she had agreed to give him another chance. Maybe by this point she should have noticed just how many chances she had given him recently, and saved herself from any future hurt by breaking up with him, though she couldn't do it. She physically couldn't be without him, it pained her to even think about it.

Everything was good for a while. Betty had given her an explanation as to why she had been acting so funny, and definitely one she hadn't been expecting at that - as she had been getting phone calls from the Black Hood - the infamous serial killer who had taken up occupation in Riverdale over the past however many weeks. Whilst it was a complete and utter shock, she had immediately forgiven Betty, as she understood that she had become distant from Y/N so that the Black Hood wouldn't kill her. And things with Jughead had gotten better. Whilst he was still different to the soft and loving boy she had known before the move, he was clearly making an effort, and that mattered a lot to her.

Jughead had been especially better once his father was out of jail. It was a huge relief for everybody to have FP out, and whilst his return meant Jughead having to step up as Serpent King, Y/N was making an effort to try and understand the Serpents more, so she had been helping Jughead plan FP's retirement party in the Whyte Worm.

Though she had also been meeting up with Toni Topaz there, who was helping her learn the Serpent dance for her own initiation. 

Whilst she still wasn't too fond of the Serpents, she wanted to be there for Jughead to make sure he didn't end up getting hurt or imprisoned like his father, so she had agreed to do the extremely sexist 'Serpent dance' and partially join the gang to keep an eye on her boyfriend.

Even though she wanted to keep him safe, on the night of the party she felt horrible. On her way to the bar she felt nauseated at even just the thought of stripping into lingerie and dancing in front of a whole bar of gang members, but once she was there she felt even worse. The smell of alcohol once she had walked into the building was sickening, and it only made her worse. She was almost convinced enough to leave altogether, though once she saw her boyfriend approaching she knew there was no way of getting out of it now.

"Hey." He smiled once he had reached her, planting his hands at her waist as he leaned down to give her a kiss - thankfully the action helped calm her a little. "You look amazing."

The compliment made her blush a little, as she was only wearing a peach skirt and white blouse, though she couldn't help but wonder what he would be thinking later once she had revealed what she was dressed in underneath the good-girl outfit.

Soon the party was in full swing, and somehow she had managed to lose Jughead in the crowd, though she had managed to find Toni sat at the bar instead. Whilst she wasn't extremely fond of the Topaz girl, she was grateful that she had wanted to help her out with the dance.

"Hey north-sider." Toni greeted once she had sat at the bar, stood on the other side of it. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I'm about to throw up or pass out." Y/N told her, scanning the room for a moment before looking back at the pink-haired girl. "Give me something." She tapped the bar, hoping a drink would help. She didn't even drink - but Y/N was hoping that some alcohol would help calm her nerves.

"Are you sure?" Toni asked as she started pouring a liquor into a shot glass for her. "You don't exactly look like you can hold your drink."

"Please, I need some confidence right now, and if that means drinking to get some then so be it." She sighed.

"Alright then." Toni placed the glass on the bar in front of her, looking a little concerned.

Y/N lifted the glass and eyed the liquid for a moment before lifting it to her lips and knocking back the whole drink in one. It burned it's way down her throat and made her start to cough at the horrible feeling, though despite that she put the glass back on the bar and tapped it, signalling that she wanted another.

"Another?" Toni asked. "Are you sure? Maybe that's not the best idea."

"Please, Toni. I won't be able to do this completely sober." She sighed.

Toni just nodded and started to pour her another one, though as she did Y/N's attention was soon locked on the stage a little away from the bar, seeing Veronica and Archie stood there with the Karaoke machine that Y/N had managed to hire for the party earlier in the week. Tearing her gaze away she took the second shot pretty quickly. It still burned horribly on the way down, though she didn't start coughing again. By the time she had taken her third shot, Veronica and Archie had ran off of the stage mid-song, and Y/N had left the bar to quickly move onto the stage, once Toni had said that it was now or never.

Once she was up on the stage she had managed to meet Jughead's confused eyes in the sea of people, and somehow she didn't tear her gaze as she started singing the rest of the song as she unbuttoned her blouse. Y/N tried her best to look seductive and confident as she stripped herself of her clothes and started dancing, and the alcohol did help a lot with that. She was able to focus solely on the dancing as she moved over to the pole on the middle of the stage and spun around it twice, before lowering herself down onto the floor in front of it. The mass amount of people watching her didn't even phase her as she had moved back to the microphone to sing the last few notes of the song, though once she met Jughead's eyes again she felt her stomach sink with nausea. He had that same cold look in his eye again, the one that looked like he had lost all of his love for her.

After the dance was over Y/N had left with her clothes to change in the bathroom of the Wyrm, missing the speech that FP had started as afterwards she went to stand outside by Jughead's motorbike to cool off. It wasn't long before she spotted Jughead walking out of the back entrance of the bar to come and join her, his expression one she couldn't even read. She could just see that he was not happy, not at all.

"Hey," She said softly as he approached, though was met with no reply once he was stood in front of her. "What's wrong? Was it the dance?"

"It's everything." His voice broke as he shook his head. "And yeah. Why would you do that?"

"I wanted to be a part of this." She told him. "The Serpents, your world."

"Why?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he frowned at her. The expression made her uneasy, as it was one she was all too familiar with recently. "Archie knew to cut bait. Now I'm dragging you down. I'm dragging my dad down."

"He's still figuring it out." She told him softly, trying to muster up a genuine sympathetic smile. "And it's gonna be okay, we'll figure out whatever we have to do together." Y/N reached out to place her hands on his chest, though frowned when he had immediately stepped backwards.

"No, Y/N. Mm-Mm." He shook his head. "Not together."

The words struck her like he had just slapped her around the face. Her head tilted a little as a sudden coldness rushed over her body, nausea swirling around her stomach once again. Was he really about to break up with her?

"Y/N, if you stay, I don't know if I can protect you anymore. You might get-" Jughead paused as he ran a hand over his mouth, before planting both of them on her shoulders. "You probably will get hurt. I can't let that happen to you."

Y/N felt her waterline burning with a build up of tears as she stared back at him, starting to shake her head. "That's not your decision to make." She practically whispered.

"Actually, yeah it is." He stepped backwards as he spoke, the painful cold gaze returning to his eyes. 

"How many times, Jug?" Y/N asked as the tears started falling down her cheeks, her voice becoming wobbly with emotion. "How many times are we going to push each other away?" She gave a light push to his chest as she spoke, taking in a light breath as she tried to stop the tears. 

"Until it sticks." The harshness in his voice just made more tears fall as her expression crumpled. "This was my dad's one chance at going straight, and I wrecked it. I'm not going to destroy you, too." He moved to turn and walk away, though Y/N started following instead.

"Just tell me what happened, Jug." Her voice broke as she moved to grab his jacket and turn him around, tears cascading down her face faster as she reached up to cup his face in her hands. "Tell me."

"Please," His voice was weak, and she could see that he was holding back tears, too. "Go home."

Jughead stared at her for another moment before pulling away from her hold, and turning away to walk back into the bar. Y/N couldn't stop the oncoming wave of sobs as she watched him walk away and head back into the bar, her heart aching as she covered her face with her hands. She felt like somebody had just ripped out her chest. He wasn't her's anymore, and she wasn't his.

~

He will try to take away my pain

And he just might make me smile

But the whole time I'm wishin' he was you instead

~

The next day, Y/N had found out on the same night that Veronica had broken up with Archie too. She had been at Pop's trying to fight back a fresh wave of tears, when Archie had taken a seat beside her and started up a conversation with her. She eventually just broke into a fresh wave of tears as she tried explaining to Archie what had happened, and he had moved his arms around her to hug her, trying to comfort her in the best way he could. Though it felt wrong - his arms felt different to Jughead's, they were more muscular and harder. That fact alone just made her cry harder as she held onto Archie, as she wished it was Jughead sat with her instead. But she couldn't seem to let go of Archie - needing the reassuring contact even if it wasn't from the right person. So she just held onto him tightly as she cried, silently wishing it was Jughead instead.

~

Oh, oh, holding my breath, won't see you again

Something keeps me holding on to nothing

~

Y/N returned to Pop's the day after, hoping to catch Archie there again. Though as she had walked though the doors of the diner, instead of seeing her red-haired friend, she saw Toni sat at the table beside her usual one instead. She frowned as she looked at her, knowing she probably knew about what her gone down between herself and Jughead at FP’s retirement party. She had tried to walk part Toni without being noticed, though just sighed when she heard her call her name.

“Y/N?” She asked, causing the girl to force a smile as she turned to face her. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened between you and Jug at the party.”

“It’s fine.” Y/N shook her head. It wasn’t fine, far from it, but she wasn’t about to stand and talk to Toni Topaz about her feelings, of all people. “It’s probably been a long-time coming.” She sighed.

“Listen, I-“

“Y/N?” Another voice came from behind her, an all too familiar voice, causing Y/N to frown as she turned around and saw Jughead stood there. She hadn’t seen him since the night he’d broken up with her, and hadn’t planned on seeing him for a long while, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Though instead of tears of sadness filling her eyes like she thought would happen, angry tears filled them together as she put two and two together. She glanced between him and Toni, and just shook her head as the tears started falling. He was meeting up with her, not even three days after they had broken up.

“Nice.” She whispered. “Rub salt in the wound, why don’t you?”

“What?” Jughead asked, before his eyes widened as he looked at Toni before back at her. “Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Jughead.” Y/N shook her head as the tears fell faster, quickly stepping past him and towards the exit of the diner to head outside. Her vision quickly became blurred with tears as she walked, breathing becoming a difficult task as she pushed back any verbal cries trying to escape.

“Y/N wait!” Jughead called after her. “It’s not what you think, please.”

Y/N turned around to face him as she started full-on crying, despite trying not to. “No, Jughead, I don’t care!” She shouted through her tears, her whole body starting to shake. “Just leave me alone, okay? I can’t be around you right now.”

Whilst Jughead stumbled over his words trying to say something, Y/N just turned around and walked away as she started sobbing freely.

~

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Can't breathe whenever you're gone

Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

~

By the time Y/N had gotten home, she was a mess. Her chest hurt with each rough cry that passed her lips but she couldn’t stop. Weeks of emotional torture she’d endured, watching Jughead fall out of love with her, and just as things had started to seem okay he’d broken up with her. He had said it was to protect her, because he couldn’t let her get hurt, but was that really the reason? Or was he really just not in love with her? And wanted to be with Toni instead?

Once she had managed to get to her room she just slammed the door and fell to her floor, her hands covering her face as she hunched over. Everywhere hurt; her chest, her throat, her eyes, her heart. She felt like screaming, screaming for hours until her throat was raw and she couldn’t make anymore noise. Though she couldn’t physically stop the sobs long enough to even try to scream.

Her hands were shaking once she’d moved them from her face to plant them on her bedroom floor to stable herself, the shakes travelling up her arms and through her body until her entire frame was quivering with the agonising pain she felt. The tears couldn’t seem to stop, either. It felt like she had been crying ever since the break up, and for the most part she had.

“You’re not gone.“ She sobbed, hitting the floor with her palms before hunching over again as she continued crying. “You can’t be gone!“ The words mixed in with her crying to the point where she sounded like a wounded animal, begging for death. And in a way, she felt like it. Y/N didn’t think she could survive without Jughead by her side.

~

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Never ever thought I'd see it break

Never thought I'd see it

~

Another week passed before she saw Jughead again. The first time she had seen him after the break up it had been an accident, though this time he had asked to meet up with her, and for some reason said yes. Y/N tried telling herself that she had agreed to go simply because she was curious about what he had to say, though the real reason was because she was hoping he wanted to meet up with her to get back together.

For once, Jughead was there before her, though the scene looked so odd. For a start, he wasn’t even wearing his signature beanie - just the Serpent jacket that looked so foreign to her. And there was nothing on the table. Usually when they met up, whoever got there first would get each other’s favourite milkshakes. Though the only thing there was an untouched Pop’s menu.

“Hey.” Jughead said softly once she had sat in the seat opposite him, not beside him as usual. “I’m glad you came. I wouldn’t have put it past you if you didn’t.”

“What did you want to talk about?” She asked, just wanting to get it over and done with. Whilst she wasn’t crying herself to sleep every night anymore or tearing up at the mention of his name, she still didn’t trust herself to be with him for too long, in fear of setting off her uncontrollable flow of emotions.

“I just...” Jughead sighed. “I wanted to say I was sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you about it. I probably could have done it all in a nicer way to make it easier for the both of us. And, I just wanted to say that I wasn’t meeting up with Toni last week in the way that you thought. Really, Y/N, she just wanted to make sure I was okay.”

Y/N scoffed quietly as she shook her head, a sad smile making it’s way to her face. “And I was thinking you wanted to get back together.” She whispered, though he heard her.

Seeing his eyebrows furrow and the shake of his head was enough to make her eyes brim with tears again as a lump formed in her throat.

“Y/N, I can’t do that.” He whispered, reaching across the table to take her hands in his. “You’re in too much danger with me, I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“I can handle it, Jug.” She tried telling him, though her throat was clogged up with tears and it made talking an extremely difficult task. “I can handle it, please can we just try.” Tears starter falling as her voice broke, her hands tearing from his as they flew to cover her face. After a moment she felt the seat dip beside her as he sat down, his arms winding around her and pulling her into him as she started crying.

“Please don’t leave me.” She started crying, the sound of her heart breaking almost louder than her cries. Almost. “Please, Jug, this can’t be over, I never thought I’d see this break, please.”

Jughead was stiff as he rubbed her arm gently, letting his lips linger on her forehead as a way of trying to comfort her. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, his own voice thick. “I have to. Y/N.”

At that she just started crying harder as she held onto him, trying to soak up his hold, his touch, everything, as she knew once he left she wouldn’t ever get it again. She turned to be completely pressed into him as she sobbed into the cold uncomfortable leather of his jacket, trying to hold onto him for as long as possible. Though she knew everything was over, and she couldn’t even take the thought. She couldn’t stand to live without Jughead in her life, she just didn’t want to.

Request: Can I request a Sweet Pea/Reader using the song Prom Dress by Mxmtoon, maybe reader gets stood up at prom or on a date? and Sweet Pea shows up to comfort her?

hey!! i had soooooo much fun writing this! you have no idea!! i hope you all like this!! and have a great day/night! 

Prom night is supposed to be the best night of anybody’s life. Like the saying goes, you can have countless of weddings, but you only get one prom. 

You’d of course been excited, the thought of wearing a pretty dress with a matching courage, spending the night dancing with your friends and covering for Reggie as he tries to spike the punch, and the most important part, you were going with one of the most popular guys in school, Oliver Hunt. Which sounds super cliche when said out loud, but you’d liked him for so long. Literally the entirety of high school you’d pined after him (not that you’d admit that to anyone though). So who cares? 

You’d thought with it being Senior Year, you’d ran out of time to live out the fantasy that you’d come up with in your head while you’re trying to fall asleep. But no, he’d stepped in right at the last minute. Well three weeks before prom to be exact, and asked you if you’d go with him, which of course you said yes (because what else would you say?!?). 

Now though, you’re just a mix of anxiety, panic, anger and sadness. Like you’re the most disappointing cake recipe.

Because he didn’t show up. He left you waiting for him, sat on your stairs staring at the front door, like some sort of pathetic love-sick idiot. And so by the time you’d been waiting for an hour and half, you decided to just go to prom alone. You were disappointed of course, and incredibly angry, but you weren’t disheartened. It could still be a good night. You still had friends you could hang out with, even if you would be the third wheel with most of them. And you still looked amazing in your dress so there was that too. Plus, Reggie still needed someone to cover for him. 

Once you got there, the first couple of minutes were good. The gym looked amazing. Starry night had been chosen for the theme and they had really gone all out. The room was filled with fairly lights, casting a warm glow on everything. 

You quickly found your friends, managing to avoid tripping over a very large star decoration on the floor. You complimented their outfits and told them they were gross for slow dancing. You’d also successfully managed to help Reggie spike the punch, happy that he’d waited for you. But your happiness was short lived. Because while you and Veronica were dancing, you saw none other than Oliver Hunt and he was dancing with Mia Yates, a girl from your Gym class who made your life a living hell for the last four years. 

Anybody but her and you would have been slightly less angry that he’d stood you up. Oh god, now they’re kissing. The only thing that could make this night worse is if you’re crowned prom queen and then pigs blood is dumped on you. 

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You tell Veronica and she raises an eyebrow. “I’ve got water in my bag.” You add and she nods. There’s no way you’re drinking whatever the hell Reggie put in that bowl, mainly because at least five other people would have put something in it too. 

“Have fun!” She waves you off before starting to dance with Archie again. 

Once you’re away from the dancing, you look around the hall to see if you can find Betty or Jughead. You end up spotting Oliver and Mia again and you can’t help making a face at them. “Hey guys.” You mumble once you’ve found both Betty and Jughead. Leaning against the wall, you pull the water from your bag and take a sip. 

“Hey.” They both reply at the same time while Betty steals your water. 

“I thought you were coming with Oliver.” She says once she’s handed you your bottle back. You groan in reply and they both send you a confused look. 

“I was. But apparently he’d rather spend time with Mia Yates.” You say and look back towards them. Jughead and Betty follow your line of vision, both of them sighing when they see them laughing. 

“Oh.” Jughead starts awkwardly. Betty starts talking and both of you are glad she’s decided to take the lead of trying to cheer you up. In some aspects, you and Jughead are scarily similar. You both like being alone, and you’re not very good when it comes to talking to people, especially comforting them. You come off more awkward than helpful. However, the difference between you and Jughead, is that at least you try to help others.

“What an ass.” Betty huffs. “You are way out of his league anyway. I mean you look stunning. Doesn’t she Jug.” 

“Er-yeah. You look great Y/n.” He says, and despite starting at little unsure, you know that he really meant the second part of his sentence which makes you feel a little better. 

“Thanks.” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, why are you guys hiding in the corner? Jughead, you’re a well known wallflower, but Betty, I thought these were like you’re favourite things.” Jughead rolls your eyes at your statement, despite all three of you knowing its true. But Betty smile brightly at you. 

“I was telling him some good news!” She says excitedly. 

“You’re knocked up!” Your eyes widen. “Reggie owes me $20.” 

“No.” She shoves you. “God no.” She adds, somehow sounding even more annoyed than the first time she said it making you laugh loudly. “I got my acceptance letter today! I’m officially going to college!!” 

“What?! No way. I’m so happy for you!” You hope that sounded believable enough. You give her a quick hug, and once she pulls away from you, she’s smiling…brightly. It takes over every part of her face, something you thought you’d be mirroring. You so want to be happy for her, but there’s something stopping you. Something you can’t quite figure out. 

“I’m so happy to get away from here.” She adds and now everything is too much. 

“Me too.” Jughead agrees and it feels like you can’t breathe. Everything is happening too soon. The room feels like its spinning, but you’re stood still and everybody else is moving around you. 

“Yeah…me too.” You reply softly. “Well, I’m gonna go cry now. Bye.” 

“Y/n.” Betty calls after you, her voice full of concern and even Jughead looks worried. 

“I’m joking.” You glance over your shoulder, sending her a small smile. You’re not sure if she believes it or not, but before she was a chance to do anything, Veronica comes running over and pulls her onto the dance floor. 

“Prom king and queen are being announced soon, make sure to hurry up.” Someone says as you through the door. Who cares, the only reason you’d be crowned prom queen, would if be if crying were a contest, however you can’t even do that right at the minute.

You make it exactly three steps out of the hall until you start crying. There’s too many people in the corridor, so you run. You run as far and as fast as you can. Which in heels isn’t that fast, and you don’t get very far because when you turn the first corner you end up bumping straight into someone’s chest. 

In films and TV shows when girls run in dresses they always look graceful. With their hands holding the dresses up just a little, the rest of it flowing around them. In reality though, when you take away the slow-mo effect and add in another human being, you end up falling on your ass because your hands were too busy holding the damn dress up so you don’t fall over in the first place. 

“Shit, sorry.” The boy standing above you says quickly, holding out a hand for you.

Once you look up you realize that its actually Sweet Pea you ran into, and you feel less bad because you can’t have hurt him that much. You’ve know Sweet Pea, but you don’t really know him. Sometimes he sits with you for lunch if you’re with Jughead and he seems nice enough, despite the drama caused when him and the rest of the serpents when they first started school. You’re also sat beside him in a few classes and he’s never been rude to you, quite the opposite in fact. He always tells you a joke before you leave to go to you’re next class and that thought alone brings another wave of tears that you can’t stop. 

“Did I hurt you. I’m so sorry.” He helps you stand and you shake your head, wiping your tears. 

“Its not that.” You’re well aware you look a mess. All that time you spent doing your make-up have gone to waste because of a stupid boy and the prospect of actually leaving this place, despite it being the only thing you’ve wanted to do since you got here. 

“Are you okay?” His hands are on your shoulders, and you swear you see him blush a little at the contact. 

“No, not really.” You shake your head and cry harder. Yep, you’ve hit a new low. Crying in front of a boy that you barely know anything about. 

“Come with me.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and guides you towards an empty classroom. Once inside, he shuts and locks the door, before walking right to the back and sitting down. You join him, sliding down the wall until your sat beside him, your shoulder brushing his. His legs are stretched out, while your are crossed in front of you. “You look really nice by the way.” He compliments and its your turn to blush. There’s no denying that Sweet Pea is attractive anyway, but in a suit, he manages to pull off both hot and cute. 

“Thanks.” You look at the floor. “You look good too.” And he really does. Despite the fact that you’re facing a huge crisis, in which you question everything about yourself and the people around you. You can’t help but notice just how good Sweet Pea looks in his suit, and a soft smile twitches on your lips when you notice the boutonniere. You were already surprised to see him here, prom didn’t really seem like his type of thing, but the flower attached to his jacket is just an added nice surprise. 

“Do you want to tell me whats wrong?” He nudges you gently making you sigh. 

“I don’t think you can help.” 

“I don’t need to help. Maybe just talking about it will make you feel better.” He replies. “Plus, I have nowhere better to be.” 

“What about your date?” You ask. 

“I didn’t bring one. There’s only one girl that I wanted to bring and she went with somebody else.” He replies, a frown taking over his features as he looks anywhere but at you. 

“Ouch.” You reply. “If it makes you feel any better, I got stood up.” 

“Wow.” He mutters. “Is that why you’re sad?” 

“I suppose so.” You shrug.  

“Is it just that?” 

“Not really.” 

“Ah.” He say and both of you sigh. The music from the hall can be faintly heard from the classroom and you can hear laughter as two people run past the room. “I saw Oliver with Mia and they do not make a cute couple.” 

“How do you know I was supposed to go with Oliver?” You look up at him and he shifts slightly. 

“He’s like, the most popular guy in school.” He mocks, with an awful accent but it makes you giggle anyway and a warm feeling takes over his chest. 

“Shut up.” You elbow him. “I don’t know why he asked me to be honest.” You say sadly. “I mean, why ask me if he was just going to go with someone else? Was it supposed to be a joke?” 

“I don’t know.” He says sadly. “But what I do know, is that he missed out…big time. Because you look amazing.” 

“Sure I do.” You roll your eyes. “I’m literally sat here, on the floor, crying in my prom dress. I look and feel pathetic.” 

“You’re neither of those things. Even crying, you look great. And I know that because I’m a guy and I have eyes so there.” 

“Thanks.” You mumble. “You don’t have to stay you know. You should go enjoy yourself.” 

“Nah. I’m good.” He replies and settles against the wall, humming along to the music as he looks around the room. “You’re not very accepting of help are you?” 

“I like to be alone.” You shrug. 

“Well that’s sad.” He says bluntly. “Please don’t tell me you’re like Jughead ‘I’m weird’ Jones?” 

“No.” You laugh. “I think its just because its something that I know. If I have a problem I’ll try and figure it out myself. Its easier that way, plus I can’t really seem to ask for help.” 

“I can fix that. Because I’m here, and I can help. And you don’t have to ask because I’m offering to.” 

“Sweet Pe-” You start and his heart rate increases once he notices how close you are. But he pushes them thoughts away, focusing on one thing, and thats helping you, even if you are very distracting in that dress. 

“I’m not arguing. Come on. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says seriously and you sigh. It doesn’t look like he’s going to budge and surprisingly you don’t really want to be stuck here for the rest of the night. So you bite the bullet and decide to tell him. Its not like he’s going to be able to help properly, and it might be nice to tell somebody else your problems, instead of just repeating them to yourself at 3am when you’re trying to sleep. 

“I’m obviously upset about Oliver. But he’s an ass, and I don’t really know what I expected when he asked me out in the first place.” 

“I think, he was lucky that you said yes to him. And I also think that he’s going to peak in high school and his life will go down hill from here. I’ll bet you $10, that Mia gets pregnant tonight. And the next thing you know they’re in an unhappy marriage, stuck in some little shitty house that he’s working three jobs to keep. And he works so many hours that he never see’s his wife or kid, so Mia finds somebody else, they have a very messy divorce and his kid can barely look him in the eye. And you’re going to be lucky that he stood you up.” 

“Wow.” You blink. “You have one hell of an imagination.” 

“Thanks. You’re the only person thats ever said that like its a good thing.” 

“It is a good thing.” You nod. “You can take on the world if you have a good imagination.” 

“Well, when I achieve world domination, I’ll be sure to spare you.” 

“Thanks.” 

“What else is troubling you?” 

“How old are you? 80?” You tease. 

“Shut up.” He mumbles, a bright blush creeping up his neck. “Just tell me whats wrong.” 

Okay, this is where things get real. You take a deep breath and wipe your hands on your dress. You’ve never been this open with anybody and you’re not entirely sure what to do, which is why when you do speak, your words fall over each other. 

“We’ve been talking about leaving and how exciting it is that we can go and live our lives. Leave high school behind with all of the sucky people in it. But when everybody else talks about, they always sound really excited. They say that school was great, but its even better that we’re moving on. And it was good, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed out on a few things. They’re my friends and I love them, but sometimes I feel like a side character to their stories. Because I’m not around all of the time and they do things without me. I know, it sounds really stupid.” 

“It doesn’t sound stupid.” Sweet Pea grabs your hands to stop your flailing, making you look at him. Your throat going dry as you look into his eyes. “I get that. I mean the real world is scary. Nobody knows whats going to happen. People move on, and they promise they’re going to come back but they don’t.” 

“I thought this was supposed to make me feel better.” You cry. 

“I never promised anything.” He replies. “But.” He adds and wipes the tears and mascara from your cheeks. “I’m trying. If these guys are really your best friends, no matter where you go, you’ll always be there for each other. Even if you go a few years without speaking. Because the memories you’ve made with each other will always be special. And even if the world goes to shit and you don’t keep those friends. You’ll still always have them memories, and you’ll go on and make more friends. You haven’t wasted your years Y/n, because you still did something.” He reassures you, but you don’t seem convinced. If anything, you seem sadder and he isn’t sure what to do. “Plus, do you really want to be around Betty and Jughead all the time?” He adds making you chuckle. 

“I guess a part of me had a couple expectations about high school, that I never got round to actually doing.” 

“Like what?” He asks, and settles beside you, except this time he wraps an around around your shoulder and you lean your head against his chest. 

“I dunno. Popularity I guess.” You let out a laugh, but its sad and Sweet Pea has decided that this is the worst sound he’s ever heard. “It sounds silly I know. But I just thought school would be like it is movies.” 

“I was also disappointed when I realized there is no choreographed dance routines and random songs that everybody magically knows the words too.” He jokes. 

“Its like, my four years here, I was waiting for something exciting to happen. Just waiting, and I always told myself, soon. It’ll happen soon. But because I was waiting for it to happen, I didn’t do anything. And now we’re nearing the end and I haven’t done anything. I’d even built prom up in my head, it was going to be so fun. But now I’m here, crying and all I want to do is run.” You finish sulking and wait for a response. But when you don’t get a reply you sit up to look at him, only he’s already looking at you, with the most confused expression you’ve ever seen.

“Are you being serious?” 

“What?” You blink. 

“You didn’t do anything? Are you kidding me?” 

“What?” 

“You’ve helped take down serial killers, cults, evil gangs. You’ve helped countless of people. Side characters are still important, even if they don’t get the recognition they deserve. I know for a fact none of your friends would have been able to to anything without you. You’ve done so much, it should be TV show.” 

“Who’s going to show something like that?” You ask sarcastically. 

“The CW?” 

“Yeah true.” You agree. “I don’t know whats wrong with me. I’ve been counting down the days until graduation since the first day here. And yeah, I’ve had good memories here. Memories that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life, mainly because they have caused a whole load of trauma, but still. I’ve made friends that are going to be with me no matter what and I’m so proud of them. They know what they’re doing next, so do I…I hope. I’ve made a few enemies too, but thats not the point. But now the prospect of leaving terrifies me, and I really don’t know why. Because so far, tonight has been awful. Like the epitome of the entire high school experience has happened to me tonight, one of the main reasons why I wanted to leave, but every time I think about it, I feel like I can’t breathe.” 

“Like I said, the real world is scary. I have no idea what I’m doing after high school. And I’m so scared that I’m going to end up like some of the older serpents I’ve seen. They’re too drunk to know what day it is, their wives have left them, the kids are too ashamed to talk to them and the rest of their family are nowhere to be seen-” He cuts himself off at the end before he says anything else. He doesn’t talk to anybody about his problems or feelings. 

Its like he’s got different versions of himself for different people. Like a collection of masks to stop himself revealing everything. He where’s them around different people, everybody thinking they know a little about him, but nobody knowing the real him. Nobody but you apparently. And he really doesn’t know how to feel about that. 

He doesn’t like dragging people into his feelings. They’re for himself, nobody else, plus its not like anybody could help. No matter how much he wants to break through the walls he’s put up around him, he won’t, he can’t. 

But apparently he can. 

“I think you’re going to be the furthest from that Sweet Pea. Nobody like that would stay with someone they barely know to try and cheer them up. Plus, you fail to remember that we sit next to each other in quite a few classes, I’ve seen your grades. You could go anywhere you wanted. And anywhere you go will be lucky to have you.” 

“Here.” He spends a few seconds unclipping the white flower from his suit, before handing it to you. 

“What’s this for?” You ask, taking it from him carefully. 

“I noticed you’re missing a courage.” He shrugs. 

“Thanks.” You smile and balance the flower on your wrist. “What do you think?” You hold it up to show him, however it doesn’t stay balanced, instead falling on to your lap and the two of you laugh. 

“Thank you.” He says. “And I really mean it.” 

“No problem.” You smile. “Do you ever wonder how your head can hold so many what-ifs and anxieties?” You ask and rest your head on his shoulder again. 

“I do.” He nods. “I have a few regrets too. They’re not huge, just small and nagging.” 

“Me too.” 

“I guess we’re both broken then.” He sighs. 

“I guess.” You agree. “But I think you’ll be okay.”

“How do you know?” 

“Because I believe in you.” 

Don’t cry Sweet Pea. Don’t fucking cry. Just be cool. Don’t cry in front of the girl you’ve liked since you got here, she’s never going to like you if you cry in front of he-oh great you’re crying.

“Are you okay.” You sit up when you hear him sniffle and try to look at him. But he just nods his head quickly and looks away. 

“Fine.” He mumbles. 

“Here.” You hand him the flower back and he looks at you. 

“I gave it to you.” 

“I know.” You nod. “And it cheered me up. Hopefully it can do it again.” You reply and pin it to his jacket. His breath hitches at the close proximity and you look up at him. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and before he knows it he’s leaning in. As soon as he kisses you, he pulls away, very ready to apologize and run away. God, all he wants to do is run away. But instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. 

“I believe in you too.” He says once you pull away, although it takes him a few seconds to figure out in which order the words go because he can taste strawberries and smell vanilla and it disorients him a little. 

He leans in again, his hands gripping your waist while you kiss him again and again and again, and he swears this is what his entire life has been leading up to. 

“I’m so glad Oliver stood me up.” You whisper breathlessly. 

“No offence, but me too.” He agrees. You go in for another kiss but he reluctantly pulls away. “As much as I would love to continue this, we need to do something.” He stands up, helping you to your feet too. 

“What?” You ask confused. “I don’t think I’m ready to go out into the real-world.” 

“That can wait. Right now, we’re going to find Oliver Hunt and we’re going to kick his ass.” 

“We are?” 

“Well, I am. You can just stand and watch…if you want.” 

“I dunno. I’ll decide when we find him.” You smile at him. A real, genuine smile, that takes over every part of your face. Something that you’ve been waiting for all day, and it only grows when your hand slips into his. 

Yeah, the real world can wait. 

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Request: Sweets with a female reader that has adhd and like idk something fluffy maybe reader getting annoyed about not being able to get anything done or idk something cute and fluffy

Today has been an off day. 

Not your worst, but pretty bad. 

You’d been unable to focus in class, each time a teacher had given you a task, you seemed to get distracted by something else, which would make them mad, which would make you mad and end up with you being sent out of class. 

And when you did focus, you ended up just fucking up your work, meaning it had been scribbled out more times that actually written on. 

Yep…today had been a bad day. 

But now Betty Cooper was about to make it ten times worse. 

You thought as soon as the bell rang you would be able to run far away from this school and back to your room, where you could take a moment for yourself to calm down. 

But no. 

You had been so close to the front doors of Riverdale High. You were so close to freedom, when an arm wrapped around your shoulders turning you around. 

“Where are you going?” She’d asked and you stared at her annoyed. 

“Home.” You’d replied angrily and she took her arm away, letting it drop by her side. 

“Did you forget?” She asked while laughing slightly. 

“Probably, yeah.” You deadpanned and she quickly stopped laughing. 

“We all agreed to study in the library today, as a group.” 

“That was today.” You groaned and she nodded. 

Yep, today had just gotten a whole lot worse. 

Sighing, you blew a piece of hair from your face before storming after her. 

As soon as you walk into the library you feel overwhelmed. The stuffy librarian is at the front desk and she’s watching you like a hawk as soon as you walk it. You make one person spit water from their nose over an old book and you’re marked for life. 

One thing that does make you feel better is your boyfriend, sat right on the end of the table laughing quietly at something Fangs has said. A soft smile appears on your lips and you momentarily forget about your shitty day. 

You also laugh softly when you look at the table. Its the biggest one in the library and all your friends are spread out across it, but even though the divide between the Southside and Northside is long gone, there’s still a physical divide. All Southsiders are on one side, while all Northsiders are on the other. 

“Hey!” You throw yourself in the seat beside your boyfriend and his face lights up at the sight of you. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before going back to his conversation with Fangs. 

While he’s busy and everyone else is talking, you take your books from your bag and drop them on the table with a rather loud bang. 

“Oops.” You mutter and look around the room apologetically. 

“You okay?” Sweet Pea asks and you shrug. 

“Just a bad day. I’ll be alright as soon as this is over.” 

“Tell me about it.” He replies with a quiet laugh making you giggle. “Come on.” He sighs. “Lets get this over with.” 

You’re five minutes into studying when you start to get restless. 

The rest of your ‘study group’ is silent. All working furiously on writing notes or reading chapters. Even Sweet Pea has his nose buried in a book. But you can’t seem to focus. Everything is too quiet. Too still. And you have a need to fidget. 

First you tap your pencil against the table, hoping it will help you study. But when that doesn’t work, you decided to tap your fingers. And then your making a little beat (a good one at that) and then the librarian as well as Betty is staring at you, causing you to stop. 

You take a deep breath. Deciding that this time you’re really going to try and focus. You’re not going to let this get the better of you. If everyone else can do it, so can you. 

Deciding that writing notes might be the best option for you, you grab your book, flipping it to the right page. And so far its going well. Each line is sort of different. But then you feel your mind drifting away.

You’re trying to decide what to have for dinner tonight, and then what you’ll wear for school tomorrow. And why the sky is blue and not pink and-

“Y/n?” Your boyfriends hand is on yours shaking you from your thoughts and you blink at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“We’re taking a small break.” 

“Why?” You laugh. “We only just started.” 

“We’ve been doing this for almost 45 minutes.” Veronica tells you and your jaw drops. How long were you thinking. 

“Jesus Christ.” You mutter before groaning. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sweet Pea asks. You think about lying. But whats the point. They all know something is wrong and there is no way you’re going to be able to sit here for another hour and a bit.

“No.” You shake your head before quickly standing up and walking away. 

Your friends call after you but you just walk quicker. 

Why did you have to have this? It makes everything 1000 times more difficult, plus it makes you feel left out.

“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts behind you but you walk faster. However you hear his footsteps get closer until he’s right behind you. “Whats wrong?” He grabs your arm, stopping you from walking any further. The bookshelves are tall and dusty back here and you can tell that the only people that come here, are doing it to make out. “Y/n?” 

“Shit.” You curse loudly and his eyes widen. “I can’t even focus on you when you ask a simple question.” 

“Talk to me.” He says, sitting down. You sit beside him and lean your head against his shoulder. 

“I can’t get anything done.” You reply annoyed. 

“What?” 

“Because of this stupid thing?” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“What thing?” 

“You know, my ADHD. It makes it difficult to focus on anything and I was already having a bad day today but this has just made it worse. And while all of you are studying I’m thinking about why the sky is blue and not pink. Or why the ocean is blue and its just frustrating.” You sigh loudly. 

“The ocean is blue because of the sky.” He replies and you stare at him. 

“What?” 

“The ocean. Its blue because water absorbs colors in the red part of the light spectrum. It kind of filters it, leaving behind colors in the blue part of the light spectrum for us to see.” 

“What?” You repeat and he laughs. “How do you know that?” 

“I googled it a while ago.” 

“Oh.” 

“Anyway. Its okay that you’re having a bad day. And just because you keep getting distracted today, doesn’t mean you’ll be distracted tomorrow. And even if you do, its not the end of the world. Plus, whatever you don’t get done, I’ll help you with. Doesn’t matter what it is, even if its for a class that I don’t have. I’ll help. You’re not alone.” He tells you before kissing you softly. 

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. 

“I love you too.” He replies. “Do you wanna ditch this ‘study group’ and do something fun?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smile as he helps you up. 

——

“Sweet Pea.” You groan. “You said we wouldn’t have to do this again…unless we’re here to make out.” You add on to the end and you hear him chuckle softly behind you. 

The day after your small meltdown, you were just about to make it out the doors again, when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulder…again. 

This time the arm belonged to your boyfriend so you didn’t mind that much, but you were still pissed. 

However the cheeky smile on his face made all your annoyance disappear, as it was replaced with suspicion. You’d asked what he wanted and he just guided you through the school before stopping outside of the library and covering your eyes with his hands. He slowly walks you through the library, occasionally bumping the two of you into tables before finally you stopped. 

“Okay. Ta-da!” He says, pulling his hands away. 

“Ta-da?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. 

“Just look.” He shoves you softly and you laugh before looking around. 

He’s set up a table in the smaller, quieter place in the library, right at the back. Its secluded and quiet and you don’t see a lot of distractions which is good. 

“Thank you.” 

“This isn’t it though.” He says, placing his finger in front of your face before digging through his bag. “I’ve been doing some research and it said that making lists and reminders can help you. So I looked at all your classes, talked to your teachers and in my free period, I made you a study guide.” He says, handing you the very large, very colourful chart. 

“Thank you.” You laugh as you look at what he made. It is very detailed and he definitely did his research. “Its perfect…thank you. 

“I told you I’d help you.” He nudges you softly. “Plus, I have some ideas for what we can do when we take breaks. I brought your favourite snacks. Bought a shit ton of fidget toys from Amazon, I don’t know if they help you but the internet said they did. Its up to you.” 

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” You look at him in awe. Nobody has ever done anything like this for you. “How did I get so lucky?”

Plus, we are in make-out corner…so if you get bored of all the food and fidget toys, there is definitely something else we can do.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. 

“Okay…maybe not that lucky.” You tease and he rolls his eyes at you. 

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Reader x Malachai

Warnings: Friends with benefits but it works out okay so like eh? Talk of sex but nothing explicit.

Abbreviations: None

Requested by: Anon

Request: An imagine for Malachai (King of the Ghoulies) with the song Shameless by The Weeknd.

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You had an issue. Actually, you had many issues. But right then, that specific issue was very prominent, stood out from the rest and annoyed the everloving fuck out of you.

Malachai. You had feelings for the bastard.

You sighed and dropped your head into your arms at your desk. He wasn’t a bastard, not really. He was funny, for sure, and cared for you, you think. And he fucked you so good whenever you wanted. He was there for you in the way you asked him to be and that was what counted. You imagine that if you started talking about your issues with him, he’d be there for you in that respect too.

But you hadn’t. Because, as far as he knew, you were a heartless, snarky bitch. You were incapable of love. You just wanted a good time. In a way, you think that’s why he likes hanging around you. He can be him and you won’t push him away because you just don’t care.

Except you do care. You care very much and would like if he would care too. Because he made you laugh, because he wouldn’t hurt you, because his hands are so gentle with you. Because he looked at you in a way you couldn’t quite tell sometimes. Because everytime he left, you wanted him back.

“Having issues, princess?” Your head sprang from your arms as you whirled to look at the man who had managed to scale your apartment building, locate your bedroom window and climb inside. If it were anyone else, you’d have been terrified. As it were, you leapt from your seat and walked over to him, throwing your arms around him in a hug. “Woah.” He chuckled a little smugly, before hugging back. “Missed me that much, huh?”

Without thinking, you nodded, the studs on his coat pressing into your cheek a little uncomfortably.

“Oh my god, you’ve got feelings.” He joked as you pulled back. You scowled at him but there was no heat behind it.

“Everyone has feelings, Mal.” You rolled your eyes. “I just happen to keep mine well hidden.”

“That sounds healthy.” Sarcasm, his default setting.

“Because you’re the expert of well-adjusted, are you?”

“God no.” He scoffed, one eye squinting a little as he looked at you as if you were crazy. “I just don’t keep my feelings hidden.” Bravado - you detected it in the way his chest puffed a little, his eyes not meeting yours. Could there be something there that feels something for you too?

“Yeah?” You stepped closer again, nearly toe to toe now. “So tell me: what does the great Ghoulie King feel?” Your smile was flirty, your eyes mischievous as you looked up at him.

“What do I feel?” You nodded in confirmation. “I feel anger.” He said, eyebrows pulling together. “At your buddies.” You let that slide. You may have met the cheerful Toni Topaz but you were by no means friends with her. You were a Ghoulie. That wasn’t allowed. “At the northside, at the cops, at me.” He looked away from you then, turning his head to look out the window. Like he’d said something wrong.

“At you?” You asked. He didn’t answer. You placed a hand on his cheek, turned his face back to yours, let him see the curiousity and acceptance in your gaze. “At you?” You questioned again.

“At me.” He confirmed. Not needing to be prompted, he took a deep breath and continued. “I come over here and fuck you like I’m feeling nothing when actually, there’s something behind it.”

“You care about me?” You only spoke when he’d been quiet for a couple seconds, when it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything more. You felt that if you cut him off at any point now, he may never say what he wants to say.

“It’s …. more.” He looked at you with sad eyes, eyes heavy with a problem. “What I feel… I’ve never felt it before and it terrifies me.”

Your smile was there before you could call it to check.

“You have feelings for me?” You couldn’t help your excitement. It was beginning to bubble beneath your skin and your smile was turning into a full, teeth on display grin without your permission. “I have feelings for you.” You told him when he looked like he wasn’t about to admit anything. “Honestly.” He had the expression of a disbelieving man.

He’d had feelings for you for a while, actually. Since before you even started fucking eachother. And he wouldn’t say no to you, not with you laying there, looking up at him with pretty, needy eyes.

So instead he tortured himself. He let himself fall into bed with you, let himself show you who he was in the conversations you had afterwards and never allowed himself to tell you, not even when the fancying you turned into loving you.

And now here you were, telling him you felt something for him. Relief and happiness and the love he’d been holding back rolled through him, encapsulated him. He leant in and kissed you.

It was different from the other kisses you’d shared, you decided as you returned it. In the past, it had been rushed, feverish, like you couldn’t wait for it to be over because all you wanted was the next step, and then the next one. Now, it was slow, sensual, loving. You savoured it, one hand moving to his hair and the other moving to his shoulder to help you balance. His hands were joined on the small of your back. It was an intimate position in a way you hadn’t experienced with him before. You were so used to his hands possessively on your arse or harshly pulling you towards him. This was sweet and soft. You loved it.

Pulling back, your smiles were matching.

“So we’re together now?” You asked, one hand still winding a lock of hair round it. He nodded.

“Course.”

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Snakes danced in the rain as the dogs howled.

My family, the Serpents VS the Fleabag Bulldogs

Sweet Pea Vs Archie.

Reggie Vs me.

Rain crashed against leather as lighting strikes gave the fight a flashing beginning.

Almost in slow motion, the tower known as SP’s jaw landed on the concrete as the serpents bulldozed into the bulldogs. Connected my fist to Reggie’s jaw he stumbled back in shock before a twisted grin took over the right side of his face. Tracing his smirk to his pocket, a butterfly blade lit up as the sky did. Dodging his the first strike, Reggie’s arm snapped behind me, wedging the knife into my thigh. “Mother-” A groan left my throat as I whipped around and was collided with a fist. Spitting the copper taste to the street, blood-thirsty, I smiled. Southpaw met his ribs as his kick landed on my abdomen, knocking the breath out of my lungs. Gasping for the breath to return to my lungs, his form shadowed mine.

As my ass landed on the floor, he crawled over my form. My eyes meet his dark orbs as I flung my head and bashed it into his with a loud smack. Smirking to myself I stand and disarm the knife from Reggie. Sweet Pea yelled as red, and blue flashed behind the bulldogs. Sweeping the scene SP noticed the blood dancing with the rain down my now paler legs, his eyes widened as he ran over and sweeped me off my feet. Literally.. and cradled me to his old, dark as night motorcycle. 

Sitting between the handlebars and my dark-haired boyfriend my eyelids got heavier ad heavier. The weight becoming harder to avoid, noticing an echo of Sweet Pea’s voice drained in the rain. The flashing sky and ole’ Pop neon sign zipped passed my vision soon the lights disappeared. 

Fuzzy… The voice was fuzzy. 

“Kid, wake up kid, please. Your mom would kill me if ya didn’t”

It’s not bright, inhaling the sharp loving smell of cheap whiskey and body odor. Lot’s of it. “FP?” My voice came out more gravely than normal, finally opening my e/c eyes to everyone in one, small trailer. Hearing loud voices left and right, clouding the room as Fp tried to speak. “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I LOVE YOU ALL BUT DAMN, carry on FP” Silence, fuckin crickets. 

“See she’s fine. Personality is enacted.” Jug, your twin smiled from the foot of the cot. Smiling, Fp spoke, “How ya feelin’?” 

“Like a kissed a train at full speed, so an average Monday.” Smirking and sitting up, looking around every serpent is in or right outside the Jone’s trailer. Searching the room my gaze met Sweet Peas’. He had a busted lip and eye grew darker by the minute, he took slow strides before kneeling by the bed. Looking down meeting my e/c eyes, my bandaged hand started at his chin before cupping his cheek, meeting my gaze I take the ice pack off my ribs and set it on his bruising cheek. Cracking his famous smirk,

 “How many?” My gaze met Fangs, his eyebrow shot up. “Wha?” 

the forbidden fruit part ten: the torment

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a/n: well i lied. there will be 11 parts. and an epilogue. i just couldn’t stop writing. also i definitely suggest listening to “ghost of you” by 5sos, “i can’t breathe” by bea miller, “idfc” by blackbear, or “sweet dreams” by emily browning while reading!!

word count: 7.1K+ warnings: pain, brief ancient greek spoken - explanation at the end of the chapter part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine

previously on the forbidden fruit:

The longer he looks at the dirt where she once laid, the angrier and emptier he becomes.

Searching for her soul, he comes up empty.

The heart of the Underworld has ceased it’s beating.

And the world goes cold.

p a r t   t e n:  t h e   t o r m e n t

Hades’ fingers shake in the dirt, begging it to reform back into the shape of her body.

He does not care that tears drip down his cheeks, rage pent up and exploding the longer he scrambles. His fingernails are caked with ash, heart heavy in his chest, and he screams until his throat is raw.

“Maker?” Topaz emerges from a pile of rubble with a frantic expression on her features. She searches with her eyes until she finds his body crumpled in the dirt. Her feet cannot drag her closer to him fast enough.

“Maker, what is going on? What happened?”

the forbidden fruit part nine: the bolt

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a/n: we’re getting there, folks! as i said before, there will only be ten parts in this story!! hope you love it! it’s a doozy of a chapter. may need popcorn, ice cream, and tissues.

word count: 8.4K+ warnings: BLOOD, brief ancient greek spoken - explanation at the end of the chapter part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

previously on “the forbidden fruit”:

A gasp parts her lips and her body arches in the air, begging for more breath.

Sweet Pea cradles her head to his chest, nose buried in her hair, “I thought I’d lost you twice already.”

“Won’t be that easy,” she wheezes into his pectoral. Lilith grips onto his tunic as if her life depended on it, knuckles turning white, flower petals still lingering on her skin.

He drops his forehead to press against hers, their eyes locking. The slightest of smiles upturns his lips and she wonders what exactly he’s thinking about, but she’s too exhausted to question it. Instead she brushes her fingertips along his jaw line briefly before whispering, “I know the Prophecy.”

p a r t    n i n e:   t h e    b o l t

Lilith watches as his eyes glaze over, pupils focused on something far off in the distance.

“Sweets,” she murmurs, her fingertips drifting over his cheeks and down to his jaw. His eyes snap back to her, irises blown wide as his lips part just enough to allow a breath through.

“Zeus,” he whispers, voice grating against his throat. He swallows thickly and shakes his head, “I-I don’t…I can’t…”

the forbidden fruit part eight: the oracle

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summary: the reimagined persephone and hades au that nobody asked for. hades!sweet pea :)

word count: 3.9K+ warnings: brief ancient greek spoken - explanation at the end of the chapter part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

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t h e    o r a c l e

Lilith’s life is slowly slipping from his hands.

Sweet Pea holds his palm over her chest, forcing breath in and out of her lungs with the wave of his fingers as he wards off death with his words. He takes deep breaths as he tries to focus long enough to pull the poisoned words from her body, but his magic is not strong enough to rival the curse of Aphrodite.

“Η κατάρα του Ολύμπου,” Sweet Pea mutters, forehead breaking out in sweat.