ASK PEA ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIPS ! ↳ ACCEPTING // @serpenthalf

pea:

         ❛    no offense to you -    ❜ her voice is a drone, barely over a breath. and her expression is of full affect - OF FULL OFFENSE, if he chooses to take it that way. ❛    but  . . . my advice is just to quit while you’re ahead.    ❜

CHACE CLEANS OUT HER INBOX ( VERY SLOWLY ) ✘ @serpenthalf

                                    ❝  bullshit, I’m doing it wrong!  ❞  sweet pea twists in his seat to glare at jughead, who’s throwing him one of those maddening crooked grins of his. the kid can’t even see what pea’s doing, and besides that—  ❝  I’ve got better grades in math than you do, dickhead, I think I know what the fuck I’m doing.  ❞  math’s basically the one subject he never doubts his ability in; math has rules, it’s never subjective. math never makes him feel stupid. now, if sweet pea had been doing his lit homework or something in that vein, he would’ve happily accepted jughead’s ( arguably constructive ) criticism…  ❝  why don’t you come over here and tell me I’m doing it wrong, huh? ‘stead of sniping at me from across the room.  ❞  it’s jug’s specialty, he’s learned, provoking from afar. he knows better than to linger in arm’s reach and snark, because more often than not it ends with him getting thrown over sweet pea’s shoulder, or caught in a headlock. right now, he’s just lucky that pea’s sat at the kitchen table, because he’s been agonising over the same equation for an HOUR now and patience is beyond frayed.  ❝  … fuck this. fuck it. Let’s go to pop’s, man. I’ll buy you a burger, if you shut up about it.  ❞  pushing his chair away from the table, rocking back on its hind legs, sweet pea stretches his arms above his head. scrubs his palms roughly down his face. when he lets his hands drop into his lap, his expression is softer, more fond — the irritation’s already gone, chased away by the thought of killing another lazy afternoon in a booth at pop’s with jug.  ❝  love you, too… dickhead.  ❞ 

Breath hitches in her throat, staring down at the three test on the bathroom sink. The plus sign MOCKING her. The world out to get her. Pregnant. Mind Wandering over to her mother. Oh, the disappointment. The. ‘I knew it! I knew it ! I should have never let you date that jones !’ The. ‘I raised you better than that.’ The. ‘Where did I go wrong?’ It’s all digging deep within her soul, clawing through her stomach, nails curling around her heart and squeezing until she finds it hard to BREATHE ! The rise and fall of her chest increasing ! Mind begins to blur ! Yet sits alone in the bathroom the entire night, until snapping out of her thoughts the next morning by her mother. 

( she never did sleep that night. )

Waits for a good while before finding the courage to head to his trailer. Would practice on what to tell him. How to tell him. But never could find the right words. Lost & alone. No one knows. No one. Not yet. Soon she won’t be the only one to carry this news. She won’t have to  S U F F E R  alone. Be frightened of the world. Curses herself because she promised herself to forget him ! For the best. Yet, life seems to take her to him, no matter what. Always finds a way to bring the two of them back together. Feels faint at the sight of him. He’s outside of his trailer. Just leaving it seems, and Betty pace quickens. Fist curl, nails digging aggressively into her palms. Heart pounding in her ears. The tears sting her eyes, bottom lip quivers as the distance between them become smaller & smaller. 

❝ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I..... I didn’t. I didn’t want to come here.. but I, I had no one else. I needed you. I need to... ❞ Wipes the EVIDENCE of tears from rosy cheeks. Shaking her hands as if to shrug off the NERVES. It doesn’t work. Locks eyes with the taller boy before her. And as quick as she is to make eye contact, drops it completely when the thought of their baby having his eyes dance across her mind freely. Wrings at her wrist. SHIFTS  from one foot to another. ❝ I don’t know what to tell you... I... I didn’t believe it... couldn’t. But, It’s not fair. Not fair to keep it from you when you’re just as involved as I am. I missed my period. I’m getting morning sickness.... I... I can’t handle the scent of food at times. Yet I can eat. But... throw it all up. I didn’t want to believe it. But, there is no denying... that I... ❞ A long pause. Shuts her eyes as she takes a deep inhale and exhales. ❝ I’m pregnant. ❞

KISS SWEET PEA ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @serpenthalf

💚 …because they were dared to during a game. 

reggie mantle might be the bane of his existence, but DAMN, can that boy throw a party. 

he’s been expected to attend every party mantle’s thrown since he made the basketball team, but this is the first one he couldn’t actually avoid. so, naturally, he’s dragged fangs and jughead with him, much to the latter’s protest. sweet pea had threatened to throw jones over his shoulder and carry him there, and something in his voice must’ve told jughead he was serious, because he’d conceded defeat and climbed into the truck behind fangs. betty, cheryl and toni are already somewhere in the house by the time the three of them arrive, the vixens having all arrived in a pack, but the place is too huge to search room-by-room for them. fangs wanders off almost immediately, lost to the heaving crowd of sweat-slicked bodies squeezed into reggie’s home. ( he doesn’t recognise more than half of them, and jughead informs him that baxter high’s football team and cheer squad are also in attendance when he voices that thought. ) jones sticks close to him for most of the night, accepting the red solo cup sweet pea shoves into his hand with a GRIMACE. they’ve made the rounds of the place twice ( and he’s polished off a single bottle of some imported shit beer ) by the time toni waves him over to a circle of people gathered on the couches in the living room. sweet pea’s been to enough house parties to recognise a game of TRUTH OR DARE when he sees it, and jughead groans when sweets catches him by the wrist, drags him along as they make their way over. clearly, he knows what he’s in for as well. it’s the same usual shit ( the girls picking truth and offering up some sordid little secret when asked, the guys picking dare and having to shotgun a beer or make a crank call ), and sweet pea’s almost bored enough to fuck off elsewhere when reggie’s eyes land on him, a mean glint in their depths. 

he picks dare, obviously. 

                                                           ❝  kiss jones.  ❞

the circle erupts into ‘ooohhh’s and laughter and a couple catcalls, but sweet pea’s only got eyes for jughead, who’s gone utterly still. he doesn’t wanna do anything to make the other boy uncomfortable, doesn’t want to let mantle and his STUPID vendetta push him into anything — wait. jughead’s quirked a single brow, expression smoothing into one sweet pea is entirely too familiar with. only… it usually ends in him having to leap to jughead’s defence in a fight, not with sweet pea lunging across the distance between them, knee between jughead’s on the couch and arms bracketing the other’s head. it doesn’t usually end in open-mouthed kisses that steal the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping when he yanks his head back.