#fangs requests

There was only one thing that truly ever got Mickey to misbehave in this hell hole, and it was Samuel. He hated the doctor more than he hated anything in his entire life. He thought the man was a waste of air, and wondered what his lungs would look like displayed and pinned on his cell wall. That’s really what it was, a jail cell, but Micheal was too young to go off to Jail. So they trapped the boy in this place instead.

Micheal found comfort in meal time. It let his curiosity free, allowing him to watch the deranged people that mingle before him. He saw how some had chains, some had their own guards. Others spoke to no one, and some never opened their mouths, not even to eat. Mickey hated the food here, but he learned if he scared the right people they’d give him their pudding. And today Micheal found a new victim.

Peoples heads turned as she was escorted through the double doors. Few people came late to meal time who weren’t in trouble. But nobody knew if that was the case with you yet, they’d never seen your face before. You were small, the guards easily lifting you to carry you to a table on the corner of the room. Micheal noted you weren’t putting up much a fight, maybe you couldn’t. This intrigued him, most people weren’t this Calm when they came to Smiths Grove. The guards roughly placed you down at the table and untied your hands. Micheal watched as one of the men leaned down and whispered something in your ear. But your face gave away nothing, it was as unbothered as it could be.

Micheal planned his strike then, waiting for the guards to leave the room again, probably to go drag in their next victim against their will. That’s what he liked to think you all were, just victims waiting to be slaughtered. Some at their own hands, some through neglect, but his chest puffed up with pride thinking he could get away with a few in here. So he made his way over, adjusting the clown mask he had on and sat across from you.

You raised your brow at the strange young man, as if prompting him to speak, but of course he never did. So you studied him, just as he studied you, in a silent agreement that none of you would push this unspoken boundary that was set. You watched as his breathing got heavy, and contemplated what thoughts could be plaguing that pretty little head of his. That was the first time Micheal saw your face show a proper emotion, disgust. He wasn’t aware of what caused it, of what conclusions you’d come to make about him. He liked the way your face wrinkled when you looked at him like that. Little did he know you weren’t disgusted with him, but rather yourself.

You saw his eyes shift from you to the food in front of you. He was hungry, you thought. So you shifted your tray forward, slowly, as not to startle him. Your parents had warned you that people in places like these were skittish sometimes. But that didn’t seem to be the case with the boy seated before you. Micheal simply shook his head. That’s when you noticed the pudding cup that was left off your tray, and you looked back up at the boy across from you.

Micheal watched with glee as you slid him the pudding. His heart nearly skipped a beat when his skin touched yours. He was eager to grab the treat and didn’t care much that your hand was still attached. But he could use this, this could be his moment to strike fear. To give you a silent threat that he would hurt you if you didn’t give him what he wanted. But he froze when you didn’t flinch back. The warmth from you skin radiated into his. When it was clear to Micheal you wouldn’t back off, he moved first. He quickly stood from the table and walked back over to his own, but he didn’t miss the tiny smirk that plastered itself onto your face.

Years had past since that day. Micheal and you still trapped in this hell. He could tell this place had taken a tole on you, slowly wearing your down. And he despised it, of course you were still you, but your fire had died a little. Micheal wanted to see your burn, not in the literal sense, though he’d let that thought consume him from time to time. Micheal wanted to see if he could push you past your complacency. He hated that you’d just given up, taken your meds, participated in therapy. He still never learned what landed you here, and that intrigued him. But there were two ways this thing could end, you’d behave, but likely be stuck here forever. Which meant you had more time with him, but you were already slipping away and he was sure he’d kill you if you grew anymore dull. And then there was option two, you cooperated and they let you go. You’d be set free, but that meant he couldn’t have you. Micheal didn’t like either option.So he made an option three, drive you to insanity, make you a sick as him.

A few weeks had passed since that day and Micheal could see his plan slowly working. Micheal and you had learned your own language over the years, something that couldn’t be overheard by reaching ears, or read by prying eyes. You’d known some sign language before you got there, but even that could be interpreted if Dr. Loomis wanted to apply enough effort. So you made up your own words and taught them to Micheal. You two never needed full sentences, fragments were more than enough when body language alone didn’t convey the full message.

“Stressed?” Micheal asked.

“Loomis.” You spelled.

Micheal pushed you to go on with a single glance.

“Home, soon, better.”

Micheal bit back a smile at your frown.

“Better, good.”

“Better bad. Feel worse, pressure…”

You made a fake exploding gesture with your hands and Micheal watched on in amusement. He knew many people would be thrilled to leave, but it seemed he was actually pushing you to stay. For weeks now he’d been telling you how scary he remembered the real world being. How everyone who left always came back, and the ones who didn’t, didn’t live long enough. Micheal wanted you to feel safer here, trapped, with him. But his excitement quickly faltered when he saw your lip quiver and his heart nearly stopped when he heard your voice for the first time in years.

“What if they- what if they don’t like me. I can’t undo the things I’ve done. I can’t go back there Micheal, I can’t leave-“

You quickly shut your mouth, not wanting to finish the rest of your sentence. Mickey hated sappy bullshit, and you despised upsetting him.

“Stay.” He signed.

“How?” You signed back.

Micheal signed to you his plan. It was something that was fool proof, you’d be stuck here with Micheal a little longer. You’d be safe at his side. So when the time came for lunch that afternoon, a lunch Dr. Loomis himself would be overseeing in order to observe patient interaction, the plan was set in motion.

You hated having to do you part, but you knew it was all a farse. So you tried to play it up for fun.

“You never listen to me Micheal!” You raised your voice slightly.

This got the attention of the guards just like planned. Micheal reached over to try to steal your pudding cup but you playfully slapped his hand. That’s when the play wresting started. No of course the staff didn’t know this was all for show, but they could have guessed by the fact that you weren’t already dead. You leapt over the table, tackling Micheal to the ground and the two of you “fought” over the sweet desert until a guard came over to separate you two. They had to pry Micheal’s hands from your neck, but he knew he wasn’t applying enough pressure to leave anything but a light bruise.

“I hate you!” You spat, for good measure.

That’s when Dr. Loomis finally came over to see what was up. He saw that you’d thrown the first, well slap as it were, and detained you in solitary. Which meant no going home. Of course it also meant no Micheal for a bit, but this was about the long game, not instant gratification. So you tried to squirm away from the guards to make it seem more like you were actually having an episode.

You smiled fondly at the memory of you and Micheal back in the sanitarium. You barely remember the night the two of you escaped, Micheal not even letting you in on his plan to get the two of you out that Halloween. But he carried you in his arms all the way back to his house, making sure the guards and the police weren’t to touch you. It had been a few years since that day, and they still had yet to capture either of you again. Where you went Micheal was never far to follow, being like a silent guard dog. He’d grown more quiet and reserved than when you first met him, but you didn’t care. He was still your Mikey, and now you were his.

The floor behind you creaked ever so slightly and you look up to see Micheal standing behind you in the mirror.

He clearly had just come back from a fresh kill, he never really left you alone otherwise. He’d tell you it’s because you’re clumsy and can’t be trusted, but you both knew deep down he was just afraid someone would hurt you. He wouldn’t put it past one of his escaped victims or the police to try to use you to get at him, and the idea of that truly made this man’s stomach turn. You whirled around quickly, turning to greet him. But the amount of blood you saw on him worried you.

You grabbed at his cover all sleeve and tugged at it, singling to Micheal that you wanted him to undress. He placed his knife down on your vanity and quickly obliged, not willing to argue with you right now. You sat him down on the bed and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to grab some wet rags and the first aid kit. Most people would freak out over the prospect of getting blood on their bed, but you were used to it. And it was much better than cramming both your bodies into the thinly shaped bathroom. You always wanted Micheal to feel like he could leave if he wanted not, not trapped between your body and the shower. Although in another context you might not mind that much.

But you quickly shot down the thought, clearing your mind of anything other than Micheal and his wounds. He watched from the door way as you scrambled back into the room, seeing your limbs flail around was quite amusing to him. You’d never been the most graceful, especially when you were panicked. He watched as you looked up to greet him and froze, your eyes trialing over his form for a moment before thickly swallowing and visibly shaking your head. He was wearing just a plain tee and some old boxer you’d gotten him a while back. You set the stuff down on the bed and got to work cleaning him up. The two of you remained in a silence, which normally was comforting, but now the air felt clammy.

Your worry calmed as you realised most of the blood wasn’t his. His scarps and wound were very manageable, but your heart still aches to see him like this. You were praying to whatever gods you believe in that Micheal has successfully gotten rid of the idiots who did this to him. As you finished patching him up, a wave of bottled up anger shot through you and you let it out by shoving Micheal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You hissed.

Micheal didn’t see you like this often, but when he did it made the man uneasy.

“What if you’d really gotten hurt you asshole!”

You punched your first into his chest, but he firmly caught your hand in his own, on the second down swing. You didn’t struggle against his grip, just leaned further into him and quietly cried for a bit. Micheal wasn’t sure what to do, so he simply did not move. But when you got quite again he was scared. Scared he’d never great your voice again, scared you’d yell once more, scared because he had no idea what was running through your wonderfully fascinating brain. This time it was Micheal who leaned in, to observe your breathing. It was still fairly ragged. But that’s when he heard a sound that was like a sweet birdsong in his ear.

Laughter. A small giggle rose in your chest, and he felt the reverberations as you leaned against his own. He was confused, why were you laughing? What did you suddenly fine doing funny? Weren’t you just upset? Maybe you really were insane. Which Micheal decided was his finite conclusion when you pulled your next move. You slipped out of his lap, twisting your body and throwing yourself over his shoulder. He dropped his hold of your arm out of shock, and out of fear you might rip your own arm from his socket if he didn’t. Then he saw you lunge for a pillow. You raised the pillow above your head and looked at him with a fierce confidence in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re sorry for not taking care of yourself, or face my wrath, Micheal Audrey Myers!” You proclaimed.

Yep. Crazy. He shook his head no.

“Oh come on Mikey, it’s so easy, or are you not man enough to admit when you’ve done something stupid.”

An almost chortle like sound came from the Shape of Haddonfield. We’re you really bold enough to threaten the man that struck fear into the collective hearts of an entire town? Question his man hood? Oh now you were gonna get it. In a simple motioned, he ripped the pillow from your hand. But you anticipated and jumped off the bed, running for the living room. You hid behind a pillar as Micheal approached from behind, as he turned the corner to grab you, you slid under him, grabbing his leg and bringing him to the floor. You scurried on top of him, sitting at top his own ass, and held one of his hands behind his back.

“Admit it, you know if we had a real fight that night in the asylum, I would have one!”

You argument had shifted. Of course you still wanted Micheal to apologise, he meant the world to you and you hated that he didn’t see himself as important. But that was a stupid wish, he’d never admit that out loud. So you settled for a much more satisfying claim. If he won’t admit that he’s worth protecting, he’d just have to admit that you are capable of defending yourself.

He shifted all his weight into the arm you were holding, rolling the both of you over and nearly knocking the wind out of you. But Micheal would never hurt you, you knew that. This time he sat atop of you, straddling your waist, and pinning your hands between his thighs. He signed down to your.

“Unlikely.”

You rolled your eyes. Squinting up at him in a way that showed you still had the upper hand.

“Oh really? Who do you think you are? Some dangerous serial killer with a long history of violence?” You joked.

You couldn’t see it but he was smiling behind that mask, that stupid, sexy mask. You had it in your mind that it would be coming off, and nothing was gonna stop you. Micheal nodded his head from above you.

“And am I the helpless victim?”

He nodded once more. In that moment of distraction, you ran your thumb in a circle over the inside of his thigh, causing Micheal’s breath to hitch at your sudden, gentle touch. With a smirk, you brought your knee up, grinding it into his sensitive area. He quickly got off you, scrambling back. You flipped over yourself, landing on your feet and walked over to him.

“We’ll you forgot one thing Micheal… I own you just as much as you own me.”

You ran for the couch, equipping yourself which a much sturdier pillow than the one from the bathroom. You knowingly threw it at him, Micheal catching it with ease. But in the second it covered his vision, you disappeared out of sight. Micheal stepped further into the room, scanning the area to no avail. When suddenly he felt a weight on his back, with no idea how you’d managed to get up there so quickly. You put Mikey in a choke hold and leaned into his ear.

“Say it, I’m better than you Micheal.” You whispered in your most seductive tone.

You could almost feel the shiver you sent down his spine. You really knew how to rile him up and you loved it. It was a great way for you two to bond, and a way for you to blow of steam. Micheal didn’t let you do much often, always scared you’d hurt yourself, but you wanted to prove once in for all you were more than capable. Micheal growled, and this almost threw you off your game… almost.

With no hesitation, you bit into the fake ear of his mask, ripping it off his face, as you rolled off his back. You stuck your landing and held the mask in triumph. You paused when Micheal didn’t move. A sudden fear falling over you.

“Micheal?” You asked softly.

You approached him, worried you took things too far. But as you got close, Micheal grabbed you in his strong arms and easily threw you over his shoulder. You squealed, flailing your arms to try to escape, but you knew it was useless. You watched as he walked back toward the bedroom. From your position you couldn’t see his face and this frustrated you.

“Micheal!” You called once more.

But still nothing. You laughed heartily as he threw you down on the bed.

“Micheal I didn’t mean it.” You said.

You plea was honest, but you were still playing it up for points. You hated losing, even if it was to him. You’d finally looked up to meet his gaze, and it held the same fire as yours. You could see a playful sparkle in his eye, and that calmed any of your previous worries. He wasn’t angry, well not in the way that he was angry with the rest of the world. You crawled toward the edge of the bed, trying to climb up to meet his height. Micheal smirked down at you, watching your desperation with a glib sense of admiration. Nobody ever looked at him the way you did, nobody could make him feel the way you did.

“Forgive me?” You said, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Micheal just simply pushed you down his body. What you weren’t expecting was the sudden thump of a pillow hitting you smack dab in the face. You laid there stunned for a second. Oh that bastard, using your own tactic of seduction against you. He knew you couldn’t resist his pretty face which is why he never attempted to reach for his mask back. You huffed, sitting up and holding the pillow tightly.

“Not fair.” You sighed.

Your voice was long forgotten right now, feeling too small to escape your body. You were worried your stutter, embarrassing yourself with how flustered you truly were. Micheal tried to steal the pillow from you but you would let him. You held tight to it like a koala as he lifted you and it from the bed. He raised his eyebrow at you. You shook your head, suddenly letting go and grabbing another pillow. You smacked his out of his hand.

A mixture of pillow fighting and wrestling ensued as you both refused to relinquish dominance. Neither of you wanted the other to win, but more importantly, you were both too headstrong to claim the title loser with Grace. So there was only one way this would end, in a stale mate. At least that the ending Micheal was willing to settle for, but you had a different idea.

As he pinned you beneath him once more, and wore that stupid smug look on his face, you thought it was all over. Micheal had “won” which you let him know.

“Ok ok, you won!” You giggled out.

But just as he let his guard down once more, you did the unthinkable. You kissed The Shape. The man who killed countless people, including your own family member who’d thrown you into the sanatarium in the first place. You kissed him and you liked it, oh god you melted into the feeling. Micheal was stunned. Of course the rogue victim tried to use there body as a way to get out of their fate, but he’d never fell for it. He found it gross and unappealing. But with your lips on his right now, Micheal swore he saw stars. You flipped your positions once more, ending up on top and finally pulling away from the kiss for air. You’d long forgotten your stupid little war you started.

You gentle caressed Micheal’s face, thumbing over the scar on his eye, before peppering small kisses over every inch of his face. Each followed by a kind descriptor. But your frowned when he tried to push you away, not excepting your affection. But of course, consent was important to you let him pull back to the corner of the bed. You frowned when he looked hurt.

“Your worthy of love Micheal, I know what Dr. Loomis said all the time, but that old idiot was delusion.” You offered.

You sighed when he wouldn’t look at you. So you gently lifted his face with a hand beneath his chin.

“I love you Micheal Myers, don’t you ever forget that.”

First Trimester

Coming home wasn’t bad you moved in with Fangs full time since you had planned to before the accident anyway. He was the sweetest to you, constantly helping. You couldn’t walk alone for a bit. It was tough for the first two weeks you couldn’t stand for longer than 10 minutes at a time due to the pain. The Serpents were being beyond helpful with everything, meals were constantly being brought to your trailer and everyone was spending time with you especially Toni and Sweet Pea. Healing was going pretty well but honestly, the worst part was the nausea. At first, you didn’t have much morning sickness but the second week home you felt like it was all you were doing. Yeah, most people get morning sickness but for you, it was so much worse. The gunshot wound you had was still healing and it was situated right below your bra line. Every time that you would lean over to throw up a massive pain would rip through your entire body. But you didn’t wanna bother Fangs with it and he was quite the heavy sleeper so you didn’t have to. That was until you got up by yourself one morning to go throw up and you bent over to quickly causing one of your stitches to tear, eliciting a loud scream from you. Fangs ran in basically ripping the bathroom door off its hinges before seeing you curled on the floor in a white shirt with a small blood spot forming.

“Baby, baby oh my god what happened”

“I… I don’t know Fangs”

“Baby let me see” He lifted your shirt slowly.

“Okay baby you tore a stitch, it’s gonna be fine okay. I’m gonna carry you to the car and we are going to go to the hospital, okay?”

“I don’t wanna go back Fangs I just got home”

“I know babe, but gotta make sure bub is good okay”

“Fangs what if…”

“No everything's fine just need to fix you up a bit”

“Okay” You tried standing up we're having trouble standing

“C'mere” He helped you stand and walk out to the truck keeping a  towel pressed to your stitches as he drove. “Baby we’re here let’s go in” after going into the doctor told you that you had torn a stitch throwing up. He was going to get you a prescription for anti-nausea meds so the likelihood of you tearing another one would be slim.

“You know babe I told you I didn’t wanna come back here unless it was for the baby”

“Yell well it was, they tore my stitch asshole”

“Already calling our baby an asshole are we?”

“Leave me be Fogarty”

“I just wanna go home and sleep”

“We can babe we can just pick the prescription up from the desk on the way out”

After you scare nothing else was really going on. Your stitches and wound healed flawlessly, your baby was healthy, and you and Fangs were happy as can be. You started having food cravings makings Fangs get up at two in the morning to get you the weirdest combinations but he really didn’t give a damn because he knew it was to make you and the baby happy. You had been spending a lot of time with friends and the other serpents trying to understand what it would be like to mom but everyone was always telling you you’d know when it happened. You would just ‘get it’ whatever that meant. Luckily Pea could keep your mind off of it his goofy self always scheming up some sort of trouble. He was coming over to watch movies with you and Fangs and he was bringing over some pizza. Do you waited so hungry you actually guaranteed Fangs that you would eat your pet pig if Pea didn’t hurry up. He knew you’d never hurt your sweet girl but thought it was funny that you were getting so hungry even though you ate less than an hour beforehand.

“He better hurry the fuck up Fogarty”

“I can’t control him”

“Ugh I'm dying!” and luckily he knocked on the door right then. You got up instantly grabbing the pizza from his hands.

“What I don’t get a hug or hello, or even a thanks for bringing you food”

“M’hungry you took too long jackass. But thank you” you ran up giving him a quick hug before sitting back down in front of the pizza. You saw him take fries out of a bag and then watched as he pulled out a wrapped sandwich.

“Pea if that is a cheesesteak I beg of you not to open it”

“I got a big one figured it’s your fav so we could all share”

“Don’t. Open. It!” But he did, and as soon as the smell hit your nose you were getting up almost tripping before Fangs caught you and ran with you to the bathroom door holding your hair back, Pea coming up behind you.

“What the fuck happened”

“She can’t eat them anymore, makes her sick”

“She just ate one like two weeks ago!”

“Makes her sick now, guess the baby doesn't like it. We went to the pizza shop on main like last weekend and as soon as she smelled one she was in the toilet throwing up we only figured it out cause we ordered one to go cause we figured she just got sick from nausea and when we got home and I opened it she threw up again”

“That’s weird as shit”

“Tell me about it! I’m sorry Pea but could you close it up maybe eat it later”

“Course Y/N”

“Thanks, Pea”

“No problem gotta make sure the little one is happy”

Second Trimester

Your first trimester went along relatively smoothly, yeah for sure you had nausea. Your baby made your life hell with the foods you used to love to eat and now hated, but overall it was pretty easy. Fangs was by your side through all of it and the Serpents for sure helped out a lot.

At the beginning of your second trimester, your baby bump was prominent. You remember the first time fangs saw it like it was yesterday. You were doing stuff around the trailer lazy as can be all day and had thrown on one of his shirts that you always wore. It was tighter than usual but honestly, you really didn’t care that much, you just wanted to be comfortable and you always were in his clothes. When he came home from work you were standing over the stove cooking dinner. He came in through the front door and saw you standing there sideways, and just dropped everything that he was holding. You looked over to him in shock not even hearing him come through the door.

“Babe, you okay?”

“I’m more than okay, oh my god Y/N”

“What?” “Your belly”

“Huh?”

“You haven’t looked in the mirror today, have you? No...”

“Cmon”

“But Fangs the food”

“Turn it off, please”

“Fine” he led you to the bedroom and stood you in front of the mirror slowly lifting the shirt over your belly you had just not paid any attention to recently.

“It looks like you started showing overnight”

“That’s impossible”

“Is it?”

“I don’t know to be honest”

“But I know how it will get bigger”

“How’s that?”

“The food on the stove cause I'm starving and I bet you are too”

“I’m always hungry Fogarty, your baby loves food”

“Just like daddy”

“Oh god now I'm gonna call you daddy”

“Baby you always call me daddy”

“Be good your baby is in here”

“Yeah how do you think it got there”

“You are so bad! Go finish the food”

“Okay princess you pick a movie okay?”

“Okay”

The middle of the second trimester was going smoothly expect you felt kinda gross, you started having a bit of hip pain and you actually kicked Fangs in the balls while sleeping. The doctor wasn’t kidding when she said you'd have leg spasms. You felt so bad after because he shot up in bed in shock and you had no idea you even did it until he yelled out what the fuck was that for and you woke up. Luckily it only happened once though.

The middle is where the bad parts started. You really just wanted to stay home and be left alone and do nothing but Fangs was not letting that happen at all.

“Baby I don’t wanna do anything!”

“Why not”

“Cause I don’t look good I look fat, I can barely see my feet, and I haven't been able to see my vagina or shave my legs in months I am a fucking hairy beast, now leave me the fuck alone”

“I’m not leaving you alone baby, this baby is partially my fault so it is only right that I tame the hairy beast”

“I’m gonna kill you”

“What I think your hair is cute”

“Fangs! Go! Away!”

“I’m! Not! Leaving! You!, Just let me help you!”

“Help me what?”

“I already ran the bath just go get in and I’ll be in, in a sec”

“Fine” You walked in a sat in the warm tub, it felt so nice on your hip and muscles and an instant relaxation hit your body instantly. He walked in shorts on and shirtless as he sat on the edge of the tub carefully grabbing your leg and situating it on the edge of the tub next to him at an angle.

“Fangs what are you doing?”

“Shaving your legs”

“You’re what!”

“Shaving your legs then you can’t be mad for being a hair beast”

“So I am hairy!”

“No, no I just know you wanna be shaven so I figured why not help since you can’t reach”

“It’s so gross though”

“Baby I’m about to watch you push out a baby in a few weeks I highly doubt this is that gross”

“Thank you”

“No need to thank me, baby, like I said I will always be here to help”

“Can you get in the bath with me after”

“Of course”

Towards the end, you were anxiously awaiting your baby shower. You didn’t want to have one but all the Serpents insisted that you needed to considering they have all been there throughout your pregnancy. Fangs sent you on a trip with Toni for a week or two, wanting you to have perfect relaxation before you got into the final run of the pregnancy. You were finally back and were going to meet him at the Wyrm. You walked in expecting nothing only to be surprised by all the Serpents and a bunch of rainbow balloons. You waved everyone hello as Toni handed you a mock mimosa.

“Thanks, T”

“No problem, you happy”

“I guess I just… why is everyone making this big of a fuss about me?”

“Because this is the first serpent baby we’ve had in like 5 years everyone is super excited, not many of these people have a huge family you know that”

“Yeah I guess, do you know where Fangs is?”

“He said he was coming later” You felt a tap on your shoulder to see Fangs behind you.

“Your back”

“I missed you so fucking much Fogarty never send me on a trip again unless you come”

“I’m sorry I just wanted you to have a good time”

“I did but I missed the fuck out of you, guess what?” “Hm?”

“I was playing videos of us cause I missed you, and the baby moved a little when you talked in the video”

“Really?”

“Mhm”

“Maybe tonight I can sing to her”

“I’d like that a lot”

“Hey do you think we should announce the gender”

“Mhm, I have an idea” You remembered seeing the board when you had walked in. The board with tallies on whether it was a boy or girl. So you pulled fangs with you and walked up to the board handing him chalk. As you both led your hands to the board everyone was watching as fangs circled girl and you crossed out boy. You never heard the Whyte Wyrm be so loud before. And as soon is it died down Toni was screaming “Gift Time”. In your opinion, it may have been the best part. Most of the Serpents have their own trade or skill. Some were sewers, some builders, some seamstresses, painters, finishers, chefs, etc. It was nice getting gifts that had just a bit of every one of them. But then came Pea as he came up a giant box wrapped in recycled newspapers. You appreciated the reuse of the paper.

“So I know it won’t work yet but I saw it and I had to buy it”

“Ok…” You opened the box to see a tiny toy motorcycle for your bay to ride. “Pea…”.

“You don’t like it… I know it was crazy I’m sorry I just thought maybe you would and if you're mad I can return it…”

“Stop, I love it”

“You do!”

“You do!” that is all you heard from everyone.

“Of course I do. Motorcycles are a big part of every one of us. This baby is going to grow up seeing them everywhere, so why not let her ride a little toy one. My baby is gonna be a badass and we all know it”

“I’m glad you said that” He handed you a smaller box that when you opened it was filled with a rubber throwing star.

“What is my baby is gonna be a ninja!? No Pea this is where I draw the line”

“Thought so, I’ll just give them to Fogarty to practice his aim”

“Hey! I have perfect aim, hence the bun in the oven”

“Fangs!”

“Ew Fogarty”

“You have one more gift baby” “I do? I don’t see any more”

“It’s not here if you wanna stay we can but your gift is at home”

“Oh okay, I mean it is late and I am kinda tired can we go?” “Yeah of course” You thanked everyone for coming and said goodbye. Fangs then helped you into his truck as he began the drive home. But he was taking a different way than normal.

“Fangs where are you going”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always”

“Then close your eyes for me and you can’t open them until I tell you”

“Uhm okay but you know if you wanted to kill me you should've done it before the bun”

“Your insane now close your eyes baby”

“Okay” So you sat with your eyes closed and slowly felt the rock come to a stop as you heard Fang’s door open and close and then heard yours open.

“Ready”

“Can I open my eyes”

“Not yet” He grabbed your hand leading you out of the truck before you came to a stop. “Okay, now”

“You opened your eyes to see a beautiful single story trailer like home. It was bigger than the RV trailer you were currently in.

“Fangs what…” You looked up to see a Welcome Home banner.

“Welcome home baby”

“What do you mean welcome home…”

“Well FP called, said this trailer was available it has three bedrooms since its super long oh and a living room and kitchen… clearly haha. So I sent you with Toni and Me, Pea and a bunch of the Serpents fixed it up during the week you were gone. I figure we would need more space you know with the baby coming and maybe if we eventually have another baby or a dog or something. I know it’s not a house or anything and I wish I could do more but…” You stepped up to him a hand landing on his cheek.

“Stop it. Don’t you ever and I mean ever apologize that you can’t do enough for us. Everything you do is incredible Fangs. You do so much more than I could even think to ask, and I love you so much for it. I would live in a cardboard box if it meant being with you. The fact that you did this for us I can’t even put into words how much I love you Fangs”

“I love you so much baby” Tears were flowing as he dragged you into the trailer. The trailer looked brand new.

“Fangs this is…”

“Do you not like it, we can change the color if…”

“No Fangs, this is beautiful”

“Oh thank god, do you wanna see the nursery”

“Mhm,” He led you to a room down the hallway after showing you your master in and of itself was freaking beautiful. Nicer than any room you ever had in your life. You could tell how careful he was at matching the colors, how well he listened to the things you liked. He opened the door to the nursery to reveal a perfectly sized room. It was beautiful, there was a chair for you to sit, the walls were paneled with tea, black and white paint as well as brown wood. And then you looked to the center to see a very unique crib, it was round something you had never seen. But what hit you the most was the fact and that you and fangs hadn’t really talked much about the nursery in the past few months. But the fact that he remembered the one time you had said you wouldn’t wanna make your baby girls room pink if you ever had a girl hit a nerve in you. The fact that he remembered that one small detail made your heart swell.

“Fangs… I love it”

“Oh thank god I’m so glad I didn’t know and everyone was telling me to do pink but I know you said you wouldn’t wanna force pink or blue on a child wanting them to grow up how they wanted and so I told everyone you’d love it this way and im so glad you do”

“I love it so much it’s honestly perfect and I love this crib it’s so unique”

“Yeah, I uh couldn’t find one to fit in here that I liked and I didn't want it anchored on a wall cause the room looked smaller, anyway Lynae came in”

“Pea’s aunt?”

“Mhm, anyway she came in cause she wanted to see the teal to get Andi to make the pillows for the chair and saw that I still needed one and told me not to buy one. A few days later, this was on the porch with a note saying she made it and everything. I already thanked her don’t worry. But yeah I never would have thought a round crib”

“It’s beautiful”

“Oh and toni picked up some of the decorations, and Pea apparently helped pick out the fabrics for the curtains and stuff”

“No way”

“Mhm”

“Wow”

“Baby…”

“Yeah?” “Are you happy?”

“Of course I am why?”

“I just… I know it’s all so fast ya know. Like you get shot found out were having a baby and then we move in together and then I get us this bigger trailer and… I don’t know I just wanna make sure your happy”

“We practically lived together anyway Fangs, and regardless no matter where we are I always wanna be with you, because where I am doesn’t matter because when I am with you I’m happy”

“I love the both of you so fucking much”

Third Trimester

The third trimester was going along quite smoothly in a way it was the easiest part of your pregnancy even though you felt like every time you walked you were carrying a bag of bricks. But Fangs was helping out with everything and being the sweetest as possible so you couldn’t really complain.

The beginning of your third trimester went along quite well. The first time Fangs really felt and saw the baby move. It was incredible. You were at the Wyrm most of the day before coming home to go to bed. You hadn’t eaten much for some reason you were super nauseous during the day so as you were laying in bed Fang’s hand on your belly he felt your stomach move a little.

“Is mama hungry?”

“Huh?

“You hungry baby”

“Not really.. Stomach still hurts a… OW”

“Holy shit!” he was watching your stomach, completely saw the foot that had just kicked you. “I saw it Y/N, I saw her foot!”

“Yeah and I felt it jesus christ it’s like shes a god damn kick boxer”

“Oh, baby are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah I’m good” He laid his head next to your belly before slowly singing a song to your almost grown bean. She was moving slightly at the sound of his voice and eventually stilled. To you, it was almost as if she had fallen asleep.

At the middle of your third trimester, you had decided to go to the mall by yourself. You needed to pick up a birthday gift for Toni. However, it didn’t go to plan because as you were walking through the mall you heard a baby cry, and then after you were walking towards the store you kept seeing people looking at your breasts. You felt very uncomfortable so you went to the bathroom to see if there was something on your shirt and of course something you didn’t expect to happen did. Your breasts leaked because of the baby you heard crying like motherly instinct or some bullshit you didn’t care. You were upset and pissed off. You had Fangs drop you off at the mall saying you needed alone time so you called him to pick you up and he did instantly.

“Baby are you ok…”

“No Fangs I’m not do you see my shirt!, Just bring me home!”

“I brought you one of mine you can slip on if you want”

“Thanks” He eventually pulled up to your home as you waddled your way inside you saw Pea sitting on the couch. “Ugh!” You ran to your bedroom laying flat back against the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Baby cmon talk to me, what happened?”

“No Fangs it’s embarrassing”

“Baby I've been with you for a while through thick and thin I don’t think anything you do could be that embarrassing to me”

“My boobs leaked okay”

“What do you mean”

“I don’t know Fangs I just got Toni’s gift and I was gonna walk around and shop some more but then I heard a baby cry and all these people started looking at me so I went into the bathroom and my fuckingshirt had wet spots on it. I think I leaked” He walked over instantly placing his hands onto your cheeks.

“Baby that isn’t embarrassing at all that is your body telling you that you are ready for this abby. Your body saying that you are ready to protect your own child and provide them with what they need”

“But baby It was so embarrassing”

“Yeah well I don’t think those people should have been staring it is a natural thing that happens, how bout I go put a few extra shirts in the car and one in your backpack that way if it happens again you’ll have clothes”

“That would be good thankyou baby”

“Course”

You waddled out to the living room to see Pea sitting on the couch. “Hey pea”

“Hey Y/N you okay”

“Yeah Fangs made it better I was having a moment”

“Ahh hormones”

“We don’t have to talk about this Pea”

“No it’s okay I wantto how has everything been since…”

“Oh my god the fight yeah my hormones were raging that night, but that guy deserved it who the fuck parks behind someones truck so they can’t get out and then he hit your bike! I don’t know why Fangs was so mad”

“Y/N I get where your coming from like you had every right to be pissed Iget that however, you are very pregnant. You’re what 28 weeks…”

“30”

“Okay 30 weeks and you literally punched a guy in the face!”

“Yeah and I knocked his ass out cold”

“You did which I’m impressed but… if you didn’t and he came at you, you could’ve been hurt he was just trying to be protective”

“I know”

“You guys talking about me”

“Hey babe”

“Always Fogarty, I’m the only one she complains to”

“Good to know”

“I’ll be right back guys gotta Pee” You got up waddling to the bathroom but before you shut the door you heard Pea

“Hahaha look at her waddle”

“You do realize she can kill you and get away with it, right?”

“Okay your not wrong”

“Sweet Pea! I heard that! Don’t forget what I did to the guy at the Wyrm!”

“Couldn’t dream of it now go pee before you pee yourself”

“Okay, that was one time!”

“Yeah on my carpet!”

“Ugh”

However,  the end of the third trimester came and you were miserable. It felt like your back was breaking your hips were tearing out of your body and you for some reason had headaches almost all the time. You were more than ready to get this baby out of you. You were at the Wyrm, knowing that in a month you most likely wouldn't be for a little while considering you’d have a newborn. You were hanging out with everyone and it was going pretty smooth. Fangs was talking to Pea and you to Toni.

“So how has everything been”

“Good it’s just getting tougher ya know like I feel like I should be used to it but walking is a chore, and the cravings ughh all I want is mac n cheese all the time. But oh my god the other day I had Fangs give me Pasta literally I didn’t want it cooked like he cooked it but then it wasn’t appetizing I literally just wanted to eat hard pasta”

“That’s weird”

“Tell me about it, but I mean it’s been good I’m just ready for her to come out” Your jaw clenches as you felt a cramp run through your lower stomach.

“Fangs is going to be running around like a chicken with his head cut off when that happens” You laughed slightly before instinctively grabbing onto your stomach with a wince on your face. “Babe you okay”

“Yeah I’m fine T just like a tightness right here” You grabbed her hand placing it onto your lower belly “it’s fine though I’m… fuck that hurts” “Are you in labor”

“I… it’s too early, I don’t know get Fangs!” He ran up quickly Pea following and everyone looking as he grabbed your hand “Fang’s I don’t know what’s going on it’s like a cramp”

“Oh my god, your having contractions we need to go the hospital now, fuck fuck the baby is coming to early oh my god we need to go come on get up baby…”

“Fangs chill”

“Pea Your telling me to chill when my girl is in LABOR. L. A. B. O. R. I need to get her to a…”

“Just stop, Y/N how bad are they, are they consistent”

“Just feels kinda crampy, not unbearable not to bad, and not consistent at all”

“It’s braxton hicks”

“It’s what now?”

“Braxton hicks, it’s like the bodies way of getting you ready it’s like false labor pains but they are more crampy then like a real pain” “How do you…” “Pea… how do you know this”

“I looked it up Fogarty, I mean Y/N your my best friend aside from this doofus I figured I should know some stuff cause if he’s not with you I am”

‘Okay well can you tell me how to stop them Pea cause they're real uncomfortable”

“Yeah, T can you grab her some warm tea or somethin”

“Yeah of course be right back”

“There isn’t really a cure for them but if the tea doesn’t work on the ride home Fangs can run you warm bath okay?”

“Thanks, Pea”

“No problem”

Now it was time to give birth you were so ready. You had one of the Serpents coming over who was a trained doula for years she had helped the Serpents give birth since everyone hated hospitals so much, Fangs, Toni and Pea were going to be with you and everything was on track, until it wasn’t. You water didn’t break on your due date. 10 days past his due date. 5 days ago you thought labor was starting but it didn’t. You woke up at 3 your water broke you felt the wetness of the bed and you thought it was go time, you were ready for it to be go time. You woke up Fangs the pains were not too bad to start it it was painful but not unbearable. He called everyone to the house. Fangs, Toni, Pea, and Vani your doula. The pain got worse. You were going through what was called back labor. Your baby girl wasn’t facing the right way which meant her spine was along your spine and it caused major pain, pain that you couldn’t even begin to describe. Fangs was holding your hand the whole time. It wasn’t like what they told you to be prepared for. You were prepared for stomach pain, and stomach cramps but no your back was spazzing and the pain was radiating through your entire spine. It was ungodly, worse than the pains of being shot in all honesty.

“I wish I could take some of the pain princess”

“I know Fangs, but ya can’t so it is what it is babe” He looked sad, one thing Fangs always hated was seeing you in pain. “sorry, that was rude” 

“It’s okay you get a free pass”

It was 7 ½ of back labour and you had no relief. It wasn’t like what they told you at all. Usually you would have a contraction and then be able to rest, but since you were in back labor you had no period of rest. Your back and body was in so much pain that it was getting so hard to focus on anything. Fangs eventually led you to the bath since a hot compress was relieving your back slightly he thought the water would help. See the plan was that Fangs was going to stay out of the water just incase something had to happen. But after he heard your screams of pain, the almost grunting he couldn’t just stand next to you. He had to be with you, touching you helping you. Between kisses and the whispers of “I love you’s” and “your doing so good mama”, you were feeling a slight bit of relief in the bath with him the hot water running along your back. See you should have been giving birth by now, your body was shaking which is usually to tell you your getting close but after another 40 mins, you were not. So your doula was saying it was time to go to the hospital.

“I don’t wanna go Fangs” You started sobbing, a gentle cry a mix of the pain and the sadness of not being able to do this the way you wanted. It was a cry that that broke Fangs’s heart. He wanted to be able to hold his daughter, wanted to be able to see her and wanted to be a father to her more than anything, but even with all that he never realised how much pain it would cause you.

“Hey it’s gonna be okay, we are all here, we are all gonna stay with you okay, we are just gonna go and your gonna push our little girl out there okay”

“Okay” You both got dressed. The car ride was like torture so much so you amde Fangs pull over after every bump. You got there and everything was fine you were sitting in the bed and the doctor checked you. The pains making you wanna scream, but then everything took a turn. Your doctor informed you that you were only 3cm dilated, after 24 hours of labor you should have been much further along. Since you water had been broken for 24 hours your doctor informed you about the clock ticking down. Your baby needs to come out before infection set in. You wanted to do it naturally and you were deathly afraid of needles, but you had to. For your baby to be safe you were started on pitocin and needed to get an epidural, but yous started freaking out.

“Fangs I can’t”

“You have to”

“Pea!”

“Y/N I know, you’ve been afraid of needles since we were kids but you gotta do it okay? This baby needs you to it, and we are all right here we won’t let them make us leave you are in charge here”

“Baby look at me. I know how scared you are but I’m gonna hold your hand the whole time okay, and we gotta get our girl out okay”

“Okay, I can do this” Luckily after the epidural the pain subsided enough for you to rest for just a bit, Fangs next to the bed rubbing his hand along your side.

But then the doctor came in to check you again after 35 hours of labour you were only 3.8 cm dilated meaning that something drastic needed to happen. But you knew she wasn’t progressing you almost felt it, you knew she wasn’t gonna come out and you were starting to not feel good at all you needed her out and you knew she needed to come out. And then the worst thing you heard, you needed to have a c-section. You knew the risks it’s why you chose home birth in the first place. You didn’t want all the medicine you thought you were strong enough to do it on your own.

“I wanted to do it Fangs”

“I know baby, but this isn’t your fault you know that, she’s just being difficult like her mama. And I'm not leaving you okay? They are bringing me scrubs right now I am going to be right there with you okay?”

“Promise”

“Nothing will make me leave you in there okay”

You got wheeled in and numbed You couldn’t see anything due to the cover but then you saw it. Your daughter being lifted up. You saw her she was born out o you and after a few seconds, they placed her onto your chest. She was finally here, and you felt the biggest since of relief, as one of Fang’s hands laid on your cheek and the other on her head. And you heard the quiet sobs coming from him almost louder than your own. You handed her to him as he held her close to your face and they finished stitching you up.

“She’s here baby you did it”

“We did it Fangs” You saw the tears welling in his as he looked at his newborn daughter and you, his girl who was so strong through it all. “baby are you crying”

“Of course I’m crying”

“I love you”

“I love you too, I love both of you so damn much”

40 hours total was your birth story. 40 hours of waiting for your baby girl and she was finally here. Finally ready to be in a family of love and care, and you were so ready to bring her to meet her amazing, dysfunctional family.

Yes having a baby was the highlight of your day, but the highlight the next morning was when you woke up.

“We’re here” Jug and I grabbed her in our arms carrying her in screaming for someone to help but no one was moving. “Someone help us!” Jug had me support her as he grabbed a nurse.

“We have a female with a gunshot wound please help her, please” The nurse just shook her head before a doctor barged out.

“What is going on?”

“My girl got shot, sir please help her, please you gotta”

“Get me a gurney now!” I tried following them back but was stopped by the doctor.

“Son you can’t come back here I’m sorry, wait out front”

“I need her! I can’t let her be by herself”

“If you need her, then let me help her!”

“Take care of her!”

The doctor disappeared behind the doors, my last glance at Y/N was her eyes closed on the gurney. Fuck what I would give to be able to see her eyes again. I just stood there before Pea came over grabbing my arm and leading me to a chair next to Toni. Jones nowhere in sight. I sat on the chair not able to move. All I wanted was for her to be okay, to see her eyes again, see her again. I didn’t even realize what was going on until I felt my back slam against a wall. Jughead grabbed me up out of the chair shoving me into the wall. I didn’t say anything, he was angry I knew that. He was pissed and he had a right to be it was all my fault.

“I fucking told her to stay home, told her to fucking wait and that I would bring you to her but no of course not. Fuck Fangs why would you let her do that. She just had to fucking come and see you, had to push you out of the way of that stupid fucking bullet. That should be you back there not her!”

“Let him go Jug, he didn’t do anything”

FP ran in then.

“Where is she! Where’s my daughter?”

“She’s in surgery dad” Jughead had me held up as FP began yelling in my face as well.

“Is she gonna make it? What did they say?”

“I don’t know, they just took her back”

“This is your fault Fogarty, why the fuck would you let her push you”

I stayed silent, my eyes glossed over with tears about to spill.

“I told you to protect her! The one fucking thing I asked of you when it came to my baby girl and you fucking failed. Failed Fogarty and now she’s back there fighting for her god damn life.”

Jughead pressed me harder against the wall. “If she dies Fangs. I’ll fucking end you.”

“I…” Sweet Pea came over shoving them off of me.

“Cool it, Jones, let him down”

“Need I remind you I am your leader Sweet Pea!”

“Fuck off Jones, get off your leader bullshit for one minute. Fucking think for one second. Your daughter and your sister is back there fighting for her life because she stepped in front of Fangs. You standing here yelling at Fangs isn’t gonna change that she is back there fighting! Yeah, maybe it wasn’t her best decision but she did it because she loves him. Because she cares about him more than anything else in this world. So maybe you both need to go take a walk or something. You need to let him down don’t you see he is hurting just as much as you, he’s just letting you yell at him taking all your hits because he doesn’t care about anything but being able to see Y/N again. I don’t really give a shit what you do but stop fucking yelling at him for no reason because it’s stupid to blame anyone here but Mantle who had the gun, which by the way anyone know where he is?!” Jughead let me down right then as FP grabbed his shoulder walking out of the hospital. As soon as he let me go I fell to my knees. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears came down full force. Usually, I wouldn’t cry but right here right now I didn’t care at all. I looked up to Pea who had kneeled in front of me.

“What if she… what if she’s gone because of me. It’s my fault, Pea. What if…”

“Stop with the what if’s Fogarty you know how fucking strong she is. Think about it, she is basically indestructible. Hell think about when we met her”

“Your right Pea. Fuck she was such a badass.”

“Yeah, I remember you were flirting with her but she poured the milkshake on you and told you that you were thirsty. Oh my god, I remember it like it was yesterday. She wanted to fucking smack you when you said you wouldn’t have been able to drink it anyway cause your lactose intolerant”

“ Oh yeah I forgot about that part”

“She was pissed”

“I know I thought she was about to throw mine on you two, but remember she just took it cause she wasted hers on you. Said she deserved it”

“She always says she loves your smart ass comments, guess that’s why you guys fit so well. She has the same exact ones makes me wanna pull my hair out”

“Pea, Oh my god remember the time that dude smacked her ass and she put him into a chokehold and basically body-slammed him. That dude was like twice her size ahha”

“Yeah and we were standing to the side and you wanted to take care of him for touching your girl”

“Dude I was pissed wanted to shove him across the room but she beat me to it”

“I thought she was just gonna smack him across the face or something, but nope she really went there. No guys mess with her now!”

“I remember our first date too fuck remember I called you freaking out, I screwed it up so bad but she didn’t care”

“What when you caught the pasta on fire?”

“Look I don’t know what happened”

“I do, you forgot the water, you know the one thing pasta needs to cook and uhm I don’t know not burn!”

“I was nervous!”

“Wasn’t she talking to Toni when she pulled up”

“Yeah Toni tells me about it all the time, I’ll never live it down. She pulled up when the stove was on fire and saw me trying to put it out through the window, she rushed in and fixed everything up. She started eating the hard pasta just to make me feel good. Turns out she actually likes chewing on hard pasta. But anyway we went to Pops after though and it was all good. But she did make me drink a few sips of her milkshake cause she ‘wanted me to try how good it was’ and I regretted that instantly”

“Oh yeah you kicked her out of your trailer after bringing her back cause of your terrible gas, haha she called me and asked if you had some condition or something!”

“Wait she what!”

“Oh, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… oops”

“We have been dating for years and you haven’t told me that she thought I had some farting disorder!”

“She promised me to secrecy Fogarty”

“Jesus Christ”

“She fixed everything that night, she always does. With her, it’s like nothing can go wrong. Even if I’m in the worst mood everything turns up when I see her. Literally, with her everything is right. Fuck Pea… I can’t lose her. I won’t”

“She’s gonna be fine she always is. Plus she wouldn’t leave me here to deal with your ass alone. Now go sit down I'm gonna grab you some food”

“Thanks” FP and Jughead came back in as Pea sat down and handed me a sandwich.

“Any word yet?”

“No”

“Fuck” Fp slammed his fist into the wall

“She’s gonna be okay I know it”

“You know nothing Fogarty!”

“No shit FP, I know nothing because none of us have heard anything and we have been here all night. I haven’t moved a fucking muscle. Look FP I love her just as much as you do. She is my fucking everything okay. I would do anything. Don’t you think if I could be the one in there right now I would be! She is my life, my world. I… fuck I need her back as much as you do… I need her”

“Look I’m sorry Fogarty I just… she’s my baby girl, my everything too. I don’t wanna lose her either. Fuck if she knew I yelled at you she would be wringing my neck right now, fuck I’d give anything for that to happen right now”

“She’s gonna be okay”

“You don…”

“I may not know for sure, I may not know what is going on. But Y/N is a fucking fighter you know that more than anyone. Who was there with Jug when you went downhill FP. Who stayed and had your back that entire time even though her father was slowly slipping away. Who took care of the Serpents why you were going through all that shit. Fuck who took care of Peabody! Y/N is the strongest person I have met in my entire life. She will get through this. I know it”

“But you don’t know that Fogarty I could lose my daughter!”

“Yeah and I could lose the one person who means the most to me in the world so I guess we're in the same boat FP”

“Both of you need to stop. She wouldn’t want you fighting. Fuck I could lose my sister, Pea could lose his best friend. The serpents lose their family, but we won’t because she is strong as hell we all know that. She is going to be okay”

“People for Y/N Jones” The doctor came out then I stood right up along with everyone else.

You dealt with it basically your entire life. You were used to it now, used to the flare-ups, scratching, and the pain that came along with them. You may have been used to it but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less. But your week had been shit already, bad days at school, terrible customers at work, basically, all the bad shit that could happen did. And throughout the week no matter what you did your eczema had started to flare up more than usual. Of course, it was probably due to the summer heat but there was nothing you could really do because you didn’t want to turn the air conditioner on. You lived with Fangs your boyfriend, he was the greatest human to live in your opinion but you never wanted to cause him trouble. Turning on the air conditioner would cost so much and he seemed comfortable you didn’t want to be the reason you both barely had money for food.

You hated your eczema more than anything in the world. To you it was embarrassing. You were overly aware of every single move you made when you would pat your skin to soothe the parts that itched. You were aware every time someone was looking at you probably assuming you were dirty. You were hyper-aware of everything this week. You felt like your mind didn’t relax once, and it didn’t help they you weren’t sleeping. Fangs wasn't home much due to jobs and you just in general couldn’t sleep without him most of the time but even more so when you were having a flare-up. The constant itching of your skin kept you up almost all night. But it was particularly bad last night. Fangs wasn’t coming home until tomorrow. You were up all night tossing and turning. You tried a bath, tried with your creams, tried everything but nothing was helping. You must have fallen asleep sometime during the night, which was a godsend considering you maybe slept 3 hours the rest of the nights this week.

You woke up the sun shining through the window and were happy because you knew that Fangs would be home early tonight for the first time this whole week. But then, of course, it started itching. You got in an oatmeal bath hoping that maybe it would soothe your skin at least a little bit, but of course, it didn’t. So you scratched. You scratched the spots that were bothering you, and you ended up scratching the spot on your wrist open and the spot on your hand. The two most visible spots you had. The other spots were bad too. You had it on the back of your knees and other locations, but of course, you had to open the two spots that were pretty painful and the ones that Fangs would be able to see. You went into your bedroom grabbing his biggest sweatshirt to cover yourself up. Your anxiety was soaring and it felt like the itching was elevating. And that is when you heard it the roar of Fang’s motorcycle. You started freaking out more not wanting him to see you the way you were. You didn’t want him to see what you had done, didn’t want him to see you, your skin the way it was. So you sat on the couch hands covered, even though it was dreadfully hot inside the trailer.

“Y/N, baby”

“Hi Fangsy” You said it from the couch,  usually you would get up but you couldn’t risk it. Couldn't risk him seeing your skin, seeing what you did to yourself. He came over instantly wrapping you in a hug, but you still didn’t move from your spot.

“Baby did I do something, I uh, I’m sorry I haven’t been home”

“No babe your fine”

“Oh, are you feeling okay then”

“Yep I’m good”

“Baby why are you in my sweatshirt”

“I always wear it”

“Yeah but, it's hot as the devils balls in this trailer, how are you wearing that”

“I just am okay!”

“Okay, okay whatever you say baby. Hey, I’m gonna go take a shower, wanna join?” God did you want to but you couldn’t he’d see.

“No.”

“Oh, okay” He looked sad, defeated even. You felt terrible but you couldn’t risk it. You sat on the couch as he was in the shower sleeves covering your arms. You were moving your arm against your leg when he came out, but you hadn’t noticed him yet until he started walking over to you. His hand came down to your forehead.

“Baby your sweating what is going on, take the hoodie off, are you cold?”

“I’m not cold just leave me alone” His hands came to your waist lifting the sweatshirt over your head before you could even think. You were sat there now on the couch in your bra and panties because it was the only thing you had on under the sweatshirt. You coiled back instantly your arms tucking into yourself, but you couldn’t deny that your skin felt so much better without the fabric on it.

“Baby you gotta talk to me” You didn’t say a word as Fangs watched your every movement. Instead, you waited and he eventually walked towards the bedroom, or so you thought. Instead, he walked to the window, turning the air conditioner on.

“Fangs, no!”

“What?”

“Don’t turn it on”

“Y/N it’s fucking hot in here what is going on with you this is not good for you…” He realized it all then, putting every piece together. “I'm an idiot, come here”. He sat on the couch pulling you into him but your arms stayed the same. “Baby come on move your arms, your just gonna make it worse”

“I’m fine”

“Baby, stop” You gave up at that point his arms wrapping around yours and your face wincing in pain in which he instantly regretted his actions. “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“It’s not your fault, I… I scratched open my arm it was so itchy, I’m sorry I’m so sorry”

“Why are you apologizing baby”

“Because it’s gross and…”

“Baby stop, it’s not gross shit happens. It’s genetic nothing you can do about it.”

“No it is Fangs it’s gross!”

“Baby stop” The tears welling in his eyes gave you a sense of panic. You didn’t want to make him cry “Please baby, I hate seeing you like this, nothing is wrong with you,  I wish I could take all the pain and itching away from you sweetness. Did you use your creams and stuff?”

“Mhm”

“Even the new one?”

“I tried everything, I didn’t even sleep last night I got like 2 hours of sleep it was so bad. I don’t get it”

“Baby why didn’t you turn on the AC that helps at least a little right”

“Its so expensive Fangs, I can’t”

“Baby I got you, and you need it on”

“But then we will be out of money Fangs”

“Baby I got some extra money doing these jobs why do you think I took them”

“Oh great so im the reason you had to work more?” You went to get up instantly feeling bad that you were the reason he had chosen to take on more jobs.

“Baby sit down. You are  not the only reason. I’m hot as fuck in here. I did it for us, but even if it wasn’t for me I would do it again in a heartbeat for you baby because you don’t deserve to be itchy all the time you don’t deserve the pain of the flares baby. Now I need you to relax baby take a breath for me because I'm here now. You can relax, fall asleep if you want okay. Come lay with me because I missed you so fucking much and all I wanna do is hold you”

You and Fangs had been dating for years, you loved him - more than loved him. You had been through everything together. The ups and downs of the Serpents, the Northside vs Southside feud, and everything else that had hit your relationship in the past. You had been going stronger than ever for the last few months, nothing truly affecting you too bad except when Fangs started dealing. You understood why, and you understand the things he had to do, but you found him an out and he took it. That took a toll on your relationship. You were so scared for him then, but you saved him and got him back. After all the drugs and rejoining the Serpents, he wanted his mind off of the drugs and off of the Serpents so you both decided to join the play. Theatre was one of his favorite things, and if it made him happy you would follow.

You were both doing the play together alongside your friends Toni and Sweet Pea, so everything was looking up until Kevin told everyone that there would be a new co-director. You had met the co-director one other time when she walked into the class for the first time, you had ignored her name then. Evelyn Evernever apparently her father ran the “Farm” more so the cult that had made its way into Riverdale. You knew Betty Cooper was investigating them due to her mother joining but you didn’t know anything more than that. You didn’t trust Evelyn, but as a co-director, you had to at least follow her and her views. Evelyn got close, so close that she pulled someone away from you. You ignored her until you couldn’t anymore because it meant risking the loss of the one person you cared the absolute most for.

*Flashback*

For weeks now Fangs had been acting funny. He was one of the leads in the play so he was always busy, but on most nights he would come home even later than you would see Sweets and Toni coming home and they were leads as well. Fangs kept saying that he was either at the play or on Serpent business but you didn’t believe that to be true. He told you again he was going to be out, that he was on Serpent business, he told you he would be home but he still was out and you had begun to worry. Even though he had been lying or so you thought he always came home on time. You waited till an hour after he was supposed to be home before you called him.

“Fangs baby?”

“Hey Y/N what’s up?”

“Uh are you coming home, it’s late”

“I will be home when I get there what is your problem”

“Well uh you told me you would be home at 9 and it’s 12 now I just… I was worrying”

“Well, you need to stop I will be home later” You waited till he came home, hours later. It was now 4 am and he was just walking through the door.

“Where were you Fangs!”

“I was out! What does it matter?”

“Becuase I fucking worry Fangs, I fucking worry that you won’t come home in one piece when you are out on those jobs, don’t you get that”

“You need to calm the fuck down babe, there really isn’t anything to worry about. I am safe where I am, no one would hurt me Y/N”

“What do you mean no one, rival gangs you idiot”

“Oh yeah well”

“Oh my fucking god you weren’t on a job were you!”

“Why do you keep questioning me” He stepped up trying to appear bigger, almost trying to tower over you more than he already did, as if he was trying to make you fear him. You ran out of the trailer that night not turning back and you had slept in your car. You couldn’t sleep next to him, not with him being like that.

The next night you followed him to the “serpent job” that he was on. As you did you found him standing over a fire with Kevin and other people you had never met before,  but at the end of it stood Evelyn Evernever. By the time you had got there, Fangs had already been walking on the hot coals and you heard the tagline you had seen on the majority of Evelyn’s shirts. “May the one become many and the many one” You ran, tears streaming down your face, you ran to one of the places you felt safe, Sweet Pea’s trailer. Knocking on the door frantically you waited for him to answer but he hadn’t. You knew Toni was working so you couldn’t go to the bar because you didn’t want to see people, so you waited on Sweet Pea’s doorstep tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N!”

“Pea!” You stood up pulling him into a hug

“Pea they… they got him”

“Got who Y/N what’s going on?”

“Fangs! The Farm!”

“Wait… wait, slow down”

“He has been acting funny, angry just not the normal Fangs I questioned him on it the other night because he lied saying he was at a Serpent job. He stood up almost trying to tower over me and I ran out of the trailer and slept in my car, I was so scared Pea I have never seen him like that. Then tonight he told me he was going on a job again so I followed him Pea “

“Where did he go”

“It was odd small paths deep in fox forest. He walked across a lit coal pit and then Evelyn was there I think it was some sort of induction or something, I don’t know. Pea, I can’t lose him not like I almost did before. I can’t go through that again Pea I can’t” Pea slowly lowered the both of you onto the steps pulling you to him as you cried into his chest.

“We will get him back, I promise”

*Flashback over*

That night meant that he was a part of it, but you couldn’t say anything, you knew that if you did he would be defensive like he had been all those nights that he came home late. You told Pea that night and he was the only one that knew. You both said nothing, knowing that if you did he would be as defensive as he was before. You and Pea both let Fangs go on and on about how good the play was going and how he was becoming very close with Evelyn and the other people from the Farm. You both pretended to be supportive, pretended to understand the things that Edgar was doing.  It had been weeks since Fangs joined the farm. A month and two weeks to be exact. You dropped out of the play without Fangs noticing. Even opening night he didn’t notice you sitting in the crowd. You were taking care of everything including his own mother. Fangs wasn’t noticing or doing anything lately, he didn't care about anything. Anything including the fact that you were pregnant. The only person who truly knew was Sweet Pea.

*Flashback*

You sat sitting by the bathroom counter not answering the multiple phone calls and text messages you had. It was as if you were frozen in time. Fangs was not answering like always and he was the only person you needed in the situation you were in. You were scared beyond anything for multiple reasons but you needed him and he wasn't there. You sat there sobbing for what felt like hours the anxiety welling inside of your chest. You hear a knock and someone enter your home but you didn’t care you couldn’t in that moment. Only the people you trusted the most had a key so you knew you would be fine. You sat there sobbing your chest feeling tighter and tighter each moment. Then you heard the bangs on the bathroom door and the shouts of Sweet Pea through it.

“Y/N, Y/N are you okay?” but you couldn’t respond. You tried but all that came out was louder cries. “Y/N open the door please” you tried to move but your body felt numb. He kept banging and banging but you couldn’t do anything. “Y/N move away from the door, try to. I am breaking it down if you don’t open it” You heard the kick and then the snap of the door knocking off of its hinges. You looked up with clouded vision into Sweet Pea’s eyes as he fell to the floor grabbing you tightly.

“What’s going on? Did he hurt you!”

“N, no”

“Talk to me Y/N, please” You couldn’t you were lucky “you” came out of your mouth. So instead you handed him the stick that was clutched inside of your hand so tightly you felt the tingles when you had given it to him. Sweet Pea remained silent as he stared down at the stick that you had placed into his hand.

“Pea.. say something please”

“It’s gonna be okay”

“That is the worst possible thing you could have chosen Pea. You have no idea what is going to happen. Hell where the fuck is Fangs, he was supposed to be home and he is not, how am I going to do this?” Your cries were louder and your shaking harder as Sweet Pea held tighter rocking you back and forth.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N listen to me. We are going to figure out this shit with Fangs okay? Fuck I will do whatever it takes to get his ass out of the farm okay. But you listen to me and listen well okay. If he doesn’t stop with this bullshit. I will be here for you and this baby. He is my best friend and he may be a crazy psycho right now, so I will take care of you no matter what, I promise.”

“I, I can’t ask you to do that Sweet Pea, you have your own life to live. I, I can’t Sweet Pea”

“You stop it Y/N. You are not asking I am telling you. I will take care of you and this baby I want you to know that. I will be here for you through everything okay. You aren’t alone”  

*Flashback Over*

You had tried to tell him multiple times but each time he had ignored you completely. The only person who really knows again was Sweet Pea. He was your rock through all of this. He even took you to your first appointment when Fangs was a no show. Now a month and a half into this pregnancy Sweet Pea was more of a figure to the child growing inside of you than Fangs was. You were going to try to tell Fangs again, hoping that maybe this time he would listen.

“Baby before you go can I talk to you”

“About what babe”

“Uhm… us”

“Baby I don’t have a long time to talk about “us” can we talk later I need to go”

“Wait!”

“What are you up to tonight”

“Well Edgar is going to take away my pain”

“I thought you said he has been doing that”

“Well yes he has but this is more in-depth he will cure me of all the pain I have by taking the places that are infected with the pain”

“Oh… uhm, will you be alright”

“Yes, of course, Edgar takes great care of us, baby. I will be home later alright”

“Okay” He left and you called Sweet Pea instantly.

*Phone Call*

“Sweet!”

“Y/N calm down what’s going on? Is the baby alright?”

“Yes, yes the baby is fine. It’s Fangs. He said that Edgar is going to cure all his pain tonight”

“No! We need to get to him Now! Get outside! I’m picking you up!”

“Pea! Pea will he be okay!”

“We are going to save him alright. I promise”

*Phone Call Ended*

Pea pulled up in his pickup truck right next to your trailer and you hopped in quickly. You needed an explanation. You needed to know what was going on.

“Pea! What the fuck is going on”

‘Well earlier Jones had me help him get Betty out of the farm, you know how she was doing recon”

“Yeah, yeah I know”

“Well the Farm is an organ farm Y/N apparently Betty found human organs, Betty also said when people heal they sometimes disappear without a trace”

“I’m… If Fangs is being “fully” healed I’m afraid that Edgar is gonna cut into him”

“Pea I’ve almost lost him so many times. I, I can’t do it again”

“I know, we are gonna save him okay. I know the path he always takes. I assume he is going to pick up Kevin like usual meaning that If we cut through the one road we can make it and block the entrance before he gets there. I called Jones, Topaz and a few others and they are going to meet us there”

“Okay”

“I need you to stay calm okay, for you and the baby, can you do that for me Y/N”

“Here’s the plan. We meet them and we stop him basically detain him and then we bring him back to the trailer. Hopefully, we can knock some sense into him”

“Alright, we can do this” Pea squeezed your hand as slowed the car to a stop next to Toni and Jugheads bike as well as a few of the other Serpent’s vehicles. You got out slowly making your way across to everyone thanking them for coming to help. Toni stopped you midway.

“Y/N are you alright?”

“Yeah why”

“You just look… different”

“Sweet Pea told you didn’t he”

“Yeah, sorry”

“Don’t be I knew he would tell someone I’m glad it was you. Wait why did he tell you though”

“When he bought you that stuff and picked your prenatals and stuff up I went with him. He tried hiding it didn’t work too well. For a while, he said he got someone pregnant but I didn’t believe that then I finally found out since he couldn’t keep his lie straight, but if you need anything. Or to stay anywhere you can always stay at Thistle House with me, Cheryl and Nana Rose”

“Thank you but after tonight I’m hoping everything will be back in place. That Fangs will be back in place”

“Hey, we are going to get him back” You left Toni finishing your circle around before making it back to Sweet Pea.

“Sweets”

“Is it soon”

“Yeah my time he should be here in like 2 mins, but when he does I need you to stay in the truck. I can’t have you getting in the center getting hurt. You are going to try and talk him out of it I know it and he is gonna fight back and may not see you. So to be safe please stay in the truck or at least near it”

“Alright”

“No Y/N I’m being serious, please fucking listen for once. Not just for you, but for the baby too”

“Fine, Why are always pulling the damn baby card now?”

“Because it’s the only way I can get you to listen”

‘Ugh you're impossible”

“Yep” Just as you said it you heard the rustle of tires against the rocky dirt road and you saw Fangs' truck in the distance. “He’s Coming”

“Stay in the truck, please”

“Okay” You watched as Fangs pulled up all the Serpents halting his truck and dragging him out. They tried to make him go peacefully but all you kept hearing was “They are going to take away my pain, you don’t understand, let go of me” You couldn't bear to hear it so you sat in the truck with your hands over your ears trying to block all of the noise that you possibly could. You didn’t even hear Sweet Pea get in the truck until you felt his hand rub your arm.

“Stop!”

“Hey, hey it’s just me”

“I’m sorry Pea”

Are you okay?”

“His, his screams I don’t know, I just yeah I'm fine”

“You sure”

“Did we get him”

“Yeah look behind you” You looked behind to see Jones with Fangs in handcuffs and tape over his mouth. “Jones is going to help us get him in the trailer and then he is going to leave is that okay?”

“Yeah, thanks Jughead”

You tried not to look in the rearview mirror on the ride to the trailer. Every time you ended up catching a glimpse you saw anger in Fangs' eyes something that you would rarely see unless something terrible was happening to him or the people he cared about. He couldn’t have known what Edgar was going to do to them. There was no way he would want to go to him and do it if he knew, at least that is what you had hoped. The drive to the trailer seemed so much shorter than usual your breath never really settling. Sweet Pea told you to wait in your bedroom as they brought Fangs inside and got him situated. You waited for a knock on the door from Sweet Pea for what felt like forever and finally, when it came you were more nervous than ever.

You walked out. Fangs was tied to a chair with the tape removed from his mouth.

“How could you do this to me Y/N”

“I am trying to save you don’t you get that Fangs”

“I thought you cared, I thought you understood”

“I do care about you, but the farm… what they are doing isn’t right hell it’s illegal”

“No they helped me Y/N, fucking untie these ropes please” You looked to Pea as he nodded at you. He knew that he could keep Fangs down. Fangs was strong but Pea had gain on him in both weight and height, Fangs stood no chance. Sweets untied him slowly but kept his hands cuffed.

“Your hands stay cuffed Fogarty”

“Fine but can I talk to my girlfriend alone please?”

“No”

“No?!”

“I will stand in the corner and you can talk to her, but I will be here, and I will but if I have to understand”

“Yes, okay fine” Pea stood by the doorway to the hallway, at a stance daring Fangs to do anything as minuscule as move a single step forward. You saw in Pea’s eyes, the worry he had finally coming to the surface.

“Fangs…”

“Baby please”

“Do you even know what they are doing Fangs”

“Yes Edgar was going to do a treatment to help ease my pain, he has been helping me so much showing my mom getting better and so much more baby, this was going to be one of my final treatments”

“Fangs baby that treatment is bullshit”

“No, it’s not Y/N don’t say that! Edgar is healing me”

“Baby you need the truth. Your mom is not getting better. She is on bedrest, I have been taking care of her me and Sweet Pea. I started working extra shifts to buy her a new medication. You haven’t been around Fangs, you wouldn’t even begin to know what has been going on”

“But Edgar told me she was fine!”

“She’s not fine Fangs”

“But he showed me, I talked to her, I…”

“Fangs I have no idea what Edgar told or showed you but your mom is not better”

“Your lying”

“I’m not, the only person lying is Edgar, He told you he would heal your pain, but he hasn’t done shit. I don’t know what these treatments are but this final “cure” could have killed you, probably would have killed you Fangs. Edgar Evernever is nothing but a cheating con artist. He is taking people like you, people with sorrow and pain and using them or their…” Before you could even finish you were being pushed down to the floor. You had luckily landed on your butt. You looked up into Fangs' eyes the pure anger rushing to his face as Sweet Pea pulled him back and onto the chair tying his hands and legs to it once more.

“Let me go!”

You couldn’t speak, he wasn’t the Fangs that you knew. The Fangs you knew would never push you to the ground. The Fangs you knew would kill anyone who made you cry. The Fangs you knew wasn’t the Fangs in front of you. Pea helped you up and before you could even speak he began screaming into Fang’s face.

“You fucking dipshit you could have hurt her or… You know you are a fucking idiot, all she does is care about you. All she does is want to protect you to get you back the way you used to be, but then you go and do that shit. You push her to the ground like trash. You could have seriously hurt her Fogarty. What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Yeah well, I don’t need her to pay attention to me! I was perfectly fine with what I was doing before she watched me and found out where I was going!” You were tired of the bad mouthing from him. You were tired of him being angry because of you caring.

You stepped up getting very close into his face knowing he couldn't touch you because he was tied up. “I stepped in Fangs, Yeah I fucking did and you know why? No? I stepped in and hovered because I almost lost you once. Actually no I almost lost you more than once so yeah I stepped in and I cared but you know what that isn’t even the main reason Fangs. I stepped in because I almost lost you all those times but this time I couldn’t lose you because it wouldn’t be just me Fangs. It isn’t just me who would lose you anymore” You looked down to your stomach your hand going up in protection as Fangs looked to you almost as if he had gotten slapped in the face.

“Your…” You remembered you had put the stick in your pocket before leaving the house so you grabbed it out setting it in his lap.

“Yes Fangs, I’m pregnant with your fucking child. The farm almost took you from me forever, You know what Edgar was going to do. He was going to harvest your fucking organs Fangs. Your Organs!. If we would have let you go in their tonight you may have never came out. I can’t lose you!”

“Baby don’t cry I’m right here”

“Are you Fangs, I am staying with Sweet Pea tonight I’ll tell Jughead to come over and check on you”

“Baby ple…”

“Stop Fangs, or I won’t come back at all”

You left the trailer without another word or glance at Fangs. You saw Sweet Pea come out of the trailer and make a phone call before hopping into the truck with you.

“I'm proud of you”

“Thank you pea”

“No seriously Y/N you stood your ground, now I guess we just have to wait and see what he does. But I have a question… will you forgive him easily? What if he goes back?”

“I’m hoping this child will keep him here with me… with us. I hope it at least shocked him into reality or maybe the talk of his organs did”

“yeah”

You stayed with Sweet Pea. He let you sleep in his bed that night, and he slept on the couch. You constantly told him that it was fine, and he knew the both of you were only friends but he still wanted you to have your space to yourself. The only time he ever ended up in the bed with you was when you had a terrible night terror about Fangs dying in the farm. Now you realized maybe that terror wasn’t so wrong, and you fell asleep almost peacefully knowing at least he was somewhat safe with Jughead in the trailer you shared.

You woke up the next morning to eyes looking into yours. Eyes that you recognized instantly. You jumped back fear going through you as you sat down onto the floor.

“Baby stop” he reached to you and you flinched slightly “are, are you afraid of me?” you stood tall standing your ground. You didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.

“Yeah well, the last time we talked without you tied up I was pushed to the ground, by the way, thanks for that. Luckily I landed the right way or I wouldn’t be saying thank you right now and neither would our child”  You saw the tear well into his eye as he turned around walking directly out of the room. You threw on one of the sweatshirts you left at Sweet Pea’s before walking out into the living room. Fangs sat on the couch with a basket next to him. A basket filled with baby things of every shape size and color. His head hung into his hands soft hums being heard from him. You knew he was crying. You didn’t want to feel bad, but you couldn’t deny the pain you felt for him. When you are with someone for so long you feel what they feel and this was no different. You went over sitting on the couch and pulling him into a hug.

“Baby I’m sorry about the farm. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was going on. I barely remember how I even became a part of it. It was like I was in a trance of some sort. Like I was in control but I also wasn't. I’m sorry for what I did to you. For the pain I caused. I can’t forgive myself for that.”

“Hey, hey calm down… wait where is Pea? He wouldn't leave me.”

“He is outside, told me I had 10 mins before he was coming in”

“I know I left for a while baby I am so sorry, but we are having a baby why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I tried you didn’t care Fangs, you pushed me off every time going to the farm “to heal” by the way I'm glad your organs are intact”

“Baby I didn’t know… and my mom I saw her today, she… she isn’t doing good. The farm told me she was. Babe I saw her. The farm showed me her. It must've been a hallucination. I… what if she died while I was with the farm”

“Hey… calm down you're here now, you need to breathe Fangs. You didn’t mean for any of this to happen”

“What if I lost you…”

“You will never lose me”

“You shouldn’t forgive me Y/N… what if I would have hurt you”

“You may have been mad Fangs but last night you could have slapped me, punched me, all you did was push me. You would never intentionally hurt me Fangs. I know you too well. Even in that state, you wouldn’t hurt me bad. I love you Fangs. I will always love you. We will always love you” You grabbed his hand placing it gently onto your stomach.

“How long… how long have you known?”

“I’ve known for a little while… Pea took me to my first appointment. He bought me the stuff I needed. He has been really helpful Fangs”

“I’m sorry I wasn't here” you watched his face drop again but you pulled his lips to meet yours. Locking your lips together for the first time in which felt like an eternity.

“You're here now. I’m fine, You're fine. We are going to be okay, I promise. Me, you, this baby. Together. Forever Fangs”

“Forever baby. I promise you I will never leave again. I promise I will try my absolute hardest to stay away from anyone associated with the farm, but baby if they are doing this. If they did what they did to me or well almost what they did and all the other shit. The lies, the hallucinations everything... what about Kevin? What about Betty’s mom, and everyone else in there? I need to help Jughead and Betty”

“I get that Fangs but you need to be all in if you're not then I will take care of this baby myself without you. You can help them but right now… I need you, here with me. I’ve been alone… I mean I’ve had Pea helping but, I can’t handle you leaving again. Not for a long time Fogarty”

“I don’t dream of it. I will be with you and this baby until the end. I promise” He pulled you to him his arms wrapping around your middle as your head rested in his neck. His lips connecting to your forehead. “I will never break that promise Y/N. I will be here always”

“I know Fogarty, I know. I love you”