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Request: Yes / No Can you do a Fp x daughter reader pls, mabey he finds out she being bullied. And can you make her younger than jughead? If you could I that would be amazing. ❤️❤️ Anon Fp x daughter reader finding out she’s being bullied and him, jughead and the others serpents reactions pls @meyocoko

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FP Jones x Daughter!Reader 

Jughead Jones x Sister!Reader

Word count: 1687

Warnings: Bullying! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Middle school sucked and I couldn’t wait till I got to high school next year! Not only would I be with my older brother, but I would also be going to school on the Northside! Juggie always told me it was better over there, now that the North and Southside made up. Meanwhile in the Southside Middle school, I was stuck getting bullied by the stupid Ghoulies! My Dad and brother didn’t know anything about that. I faked a smile every time I came home, but all I felt was broken… I hated myself everyday for walking pretending to be a happy girl who didn’t care about the comments. I know that I should tell Juggie or my Dad, but I knew they would be super over protective. They would probably start a whole war that none of the Serpents were ready for. We were still healing and I wasn’t about to be the reason we went extinct. Just one more year and then I’d be free of the Ghoulies! 

“Watch it bitch!” One of the Ghoulies said as he deliberately knocked into my shoulder. 

“Yeah, no one wants whatever STDs you have from fucking all your little snake friend, whore!” One of his friends laughed. 

“Why the hell are you even still alive?” Another asked. 

“Yeah, no one would miss you if you fucked off the face of the earth.” The one that knocked into me laughed. I felt tears brim my eyes, but I tried to blink them away before they noticed. One of them grabbed my arm and shoved me to the ground, making my books and supplies go flying around me onto the floor. 

“You’re fucking pathetic!” One laughed and I felt a tear slip from my eye. One of them kicked me and I groaned in pain. The group of boys started hitting me and I covered my face so I wouldn’t have to try and hide any bruises. I was laying on the ground, helpless to fight off the group of slightly older Ghoulies. 

“That’s enough! Get away from her!” A teacher shouted and the group went running down the hall. I slowly sat up and started gathering my things before the bell rang and I would be late to class. I saw someone kneel next to me and started helping me gather my things, it was one of the only teachers that cared. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Mrs. Everheart asked and I nodded. 

“I-I’m fine… thank you…” I whispered and hid my face behind my hair. 

“Are you sure? You’ve got a few bruises and I can see your lip is cut. Why don’t I take you down to the nurse and we can-” 

“No thank you… I said I was fine. Thank you for helping me gather my stuff.” I said standing up and hissed in pain. 

“Y/N, I really think you should go see the nurse, what if-” 

“No thank you… I need to get to class.” I said and rushed off before she could say anything more. I tried my best to avoid any more Ghoulies for the rest of the day, but of course there was at least one in all of my classes. Luckily I didn’t get jumped or beaten again. All they did was sling horrible comments at me. As soon as the last bell rang I rushed out of the school and quickly started my walk home.

Once I crossed the border to the Northside I slowed down a bit. I quietly hummed to myself as I made my way back to Ten City and had a small smile on my face. I was happy it was Friday and I wouldn’t have to deal with the Ghoulies again until Monday. Two days without seeing them was always the best part of the week. I was half way home when I heard a motorcycle driving up to me. 

“Y/N/N!” Juggie called and I turned to see my brother putting up the kickstand of his bike as he straddled it. 

“Jug? What are you doing here?” I asked, confused since he would usually be with Betty and his friends by now. 

“Dad asked me to pick you up, but when I got there you had already left. Come on, Dad said he had something important to talk to you about.” He said and pulled out my helmet from the back of his bike. My heart clenched a bit, but I tried my best not to let it show. I took the helmet from Jug and hopped on the back of the bike. I wrapped my arms around my brother and held on tightly. He smiled at me and then looked ahead of him, taking off to Tent City.

When Jug finally stopped the bike we hopped off and put the helmets away. Jughead went in first and I followed, closing the door behind me. We saw our Dad sitting on the couch, staring at the T.V. but it was clear he wasn’t actually watching it. 

“Dad, we’re back.” Jug said, going immediately to the kitchen. He looked over at us and he narrowed his eyes at me. 

“What happened to your lip, Bug?” Dad asked and my eyes widened slightly. 

“Oh I got hit in the face with a ball during gym. My friends were messing around a little too much.” I laughed, but his face told me he wasn’t buying it. 

“Oh really? Then why did I get a call from one of your teachers telling me that a bunch of fucking Ghoulies were beating you up?” He asked with a slight growl. My face drained of it’s color and I gulped. 

“Whoa what?” Jug asked, joining in on the conversation. I stared at my Dad with wide eyes and gently bit my lip. 

“Tell me the truth, Y/N. What happened to your lip?” He asked again and I hid my face with my hair. 

“It was just some Ghoulies messing with me… it’s nothing to worry about.” I said. 

“You’re lying to me again! Your damn teacher told me she’s seen you with bruises that you most certainly didn’t have before you went to her class. She said she’s heard the Ghoulie kids talking shit about and to you. So I’ll give you one more chance… what the hell happened to your damn lip?” He asked, clearly annoyed. 

“Chill Dad… Y/N/N, is this true? Are the Ghoulies bothering you at school?” Jug asked, softer than Dad, but you could hear his anger hidden behind his words. I felt a few tears slip down my cheeks and shook my head. 

“It’s n-nothing, I can handle it.” I said, mentally curing myself for my voice breaking. 

“Bull! I’m gonna go give those good for nothing Ghoulies a piece of my mind! How dare they even think of messing with my daughter!” Dad shouted and I flinched slightly. 

“Dad!” Jug shouted at him and he looked over at me. I was still hiding behind my hair, but I couldn’t hold back the sniffles and small whimpers. Jughead pulled me into him and held me tightly. 

“Hey, there’s no reason to cry, Bug. We’re not gonna let them touch you again.” He said and I shook my head. 

“No! You two can’t do anything!” I cried and they looked at me confused and concerned. 

“Y/N, we’re not gonna just let you get hurt at school.” Dad said and I shook my head again. 

“If you two do something then the Ghoulies will only get worse and then the rest of the Serpents will get pissed and there will be a whole ‘nother war that the Serpents most definitely won’t come back from! I’m not gonna be the reason our gang goes extinct!” I cried harder and held on tightly to my brother. 

“Honey, we can’t just pretend we don’t know anythin’… What kind of Father would I be if I just let you keep gettin’ hurt at that damn school?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Daddy, I can handle it. Once middle school is over I won’t have to deal with it anymore! Besides, I’ve already been dealin’ with it for a year.” I said and their eyes widened. 

“What!?” They both shouted and I blushed and looked at the floor. 

“You’ve been getting hurt by those Ghoulie scum for a year and didn’t say anythin’?” Dad asked, clearly pissed that I’ve been hiding this from him longer than he thought. 

“You should have told us.” Jughead said, disappointment clear in his voice. 

“That’s it, you’re not steppin’ a damn foot in the school again. I’m getting you in that Northside Middle School.” He said, picking up the phone and walking into his room. 

“You really think he’ll get me into the Northside school?” I asked and my brother smiled down at me. 

“You’re smart, I’m sure he’ll get you in somehow. I mean, he wanted you to go there originally anyway.” He said, got back into the kitchen to get a snack. 

“Really? Why didn’t he?” I asked. 

“He didn’t want to take you away from your friends. I’m sure he’s gonna give them a lecture for not looking after you. Serpents protect their own after all.” He answered and I sighed. 

“They didn’t know either. I hid it from everyone.” I said and he raised a brow at me. 

“Your friends really never saw them bothering you?” He asked and I shook my head. The Ghoulies were smart enough to do it when it was just them around, I just decided to never tell any of the Serpents because I really don’t want us to try and fight them again… we’re still healing, Juggie.” I sighed and he did as well. 

“I know, Bug, but you can’t just keep something like this to yourself… you gotta tell someone.” He said and kissed my head. 

“I know… I’m sorry Juggie…” I said and he shook his head with a smile. 

“Don’t apologize, just don’t do something so stupid again.” He said. 

“Hey!” I said and he laughed.

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The teacher handed Sage back last week’s test just as the lunch bell rang. On the top of the page, in bright red, a C- scribbled.

She smiled. Not a D. She thought pleased with herself, shoving the paper into her rucksack.

Although she wasn’t raking in the A’s or B’s quite yet, she was steadily doing considerably better on all her recent quizzes and tests. Not that it mattered. If FP was scarce before, he was virtually non-existent now.

There had been no resolution between them and the fire behind her anger were just embers at this point. Behind it all, she truly missed FP. How the Jones men always seemed to get the best of her emotions.

She strolled to the cafeteria, still thinking about FP and settling between Toni and Joaquin. Sweet Pea was missing from their usual table.

“Where’s Pea?” she asked Toni, looking around.

“Tall Boy needed him today so he ditched.”

Sage huffed. “Wish I could ditch,” she murmured wistfully.

“Speaking of wanting to ditch,” Joaquin spoke suddenly. “I have to go to Northside’s Homecoming dance tonight with Kevin.”

“Oh really?” mused Toni.

“Got my suit and tie already,” Joaquin responded. “Kevin is beside himself with excitement.”

“You’ll have fun,” Sage said. “At least one of us willtonight.”

“I think it’s nice that life has been rather boring lately,” Toni commented, taking a bite of apple with a loud crunch.

Sage snorted. “Speak for yourself. I’m about ready to die I’m so bored. Thank God, my grades are starting to improve, not that FP is around to let me off the hook anytime soon.”

“How’s tutoring going?” Toni asked as Joaquin redirected his attention to his phone, talking to Kevin, no doubt.

“I honestly don’t know what is worse. All the scut I’ve been doing around the Wyrm, thanks to that jerkwad Mustang or all the tutoring,” she groaned softly.

Toni smiled sympathetically. “It won’t last forever. Anymore updates with Mustang?”

Sage shook her head. “Absolutely nothing. Everything has been painfully dull with nothing new to report. He’s still an ass and he’s still running the show now that FP is working so much for Andrew’s.”

Joaquin pocketed his phone as he stood up, breaking up their conversation. “I’ve got to go ditch too and calm Kevin down. He’s already freaking out about getting there early. Dance is at 7:00 and he wants to be there by 6:00.” He shook his head with a roll of his eyes, but they were soft and playful.

“Have fun,” Sage giggled.

“Have a blast,” echoed Toni with a grin.

He pushed his raven hair back off his face with one more dashing smile and looked around casually before slipping out the side exit.

“I’d pay money to see Joaquin at Homecoming with Kevin,” Toni commented.

“He’ll end up having fun. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sage wondered out loud.

Jughead’s words from the previous week played on repeat and echoed around in her head as Sage made her nightly stroll. Her tutoring was done, homework completed and bar completely swept, scrubbed and mopped.

Her heart and her mind were at war with each other. Her mind desperately wanted to stay stubborn and angry at FP for the sake of being stubborn but her heart told her that Jughead was right. It was doing her no good. FP had always wanted the best for her and she couldn’t fault him for that.

He was only human and he too, like her, had his demons. Could she really judge him so harshly?

It was time to make amends.

As she walked in the entrance of Sunnyside Trailer park she noticed the blinding red, blue and white lights up ahead… at FP’s trailer.

Her feet frozen to the ground as she counted five police cars parked outside of the trailer. The lights were on in the trailer and the commotion of the police tearing through the trailer could be heard from where she stood.

“Shit,” she breathed.

***

The news was everywhere even days later.

FP was arrested and had confessed to the murder of Jason Blossom.

There weren’t many words to describe the sense of disappointment and absolute dread that filled Sage from the moment she heard the news. The Whyte Wyrm remained a somber and desolate place as many of the Serpents had been brought in for interrogations. Nothing felt safe. Worst of all, Sage couldn’t untangle the knots in her stomach.

He had killed Jason. It didn’t seem possible.

Did Mustang know? Is that what he was talking about that night in the hallway? Did he know?

What would happen next?

Where was Jughead? More importantly, how was Jughead? She could only imagine.

She spent a lot of time hiding away in her room, anxiety gripping her like an iron vice. Uncertainty didn’t sit well and now the only person she had truly considered family, was ripped from her. Life was so unfair.

She could hear Mustang downstairs talking with Tall Boy and she felt her stomach churn with anger. As if they had FP’s best interest at heart.

She swallowed down the lump in her through, grabbing her phone and locking her door before going downstairs. She felt Tall Boy’s eyes on her and the hair on her neck stood on end. She gritted her teeth till her jaw ached, throwing both him and Mustang the nastiest look she could muster before intentionally slamming the door shut.

She did the only thing she thought would make her feel less helpless.

She headed to the prison to go see FP.

A/N: Just a filler chapter for the most part!For the full story, visit the link below. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19441756?view_full_work=true

Also, If you’re looking for a great fic, I’d HIGHLY recommend anything by @southsidewrites! Especially Pretty Lies (Link: Pretty Liesbysouthsidewrites). I’ve been binging for the last few days! 

Sage’s deal with FP was simple and fair.

She must attend school every day and graduate. She was also required to help out the club with any outstanding tasks. Most of the time, it was simple runs and drops, but there was also sometimes the grunt work, sweeping, cleaning, stocking the Whyte Worm and so on. On rare occasions, there were special little projects. Like, for example, delivering the surprise in the box for the waitress at Pop’s. It always made her feel important when FP trusted her with tasks like that.

As long as Sage kept up her end of the bargain, FP gave Sage a place to live and allowed her to be in the Serpents. Those were the conditions. Before that, she had tried her best to make it work with no experience in the real world, no job, no money, no family, all while staying under the radar from social services. Eventually, she stumbled across the Serpents, who became home base and her family.

Unbeknownst to most, the Whyte Worm had nine rooms in various sizes upstairs above the bar. Some members crashed there temporarily between housing, some borrowed the space for a drunken one night stand after one too many bourbon shots. FP kept a room for himself, which he used as an office a place to meet with other members privately.

But FP had reserved the smallest room at the end of the hall for her to stay in. He furnished the room with a small twin bed with a lumpy mattress, an old desk, and a wicker dresser. There was one tiny window placed in the center of the wall, her bed to the left of it, the dresser to the right. She tacked a blanket up to keep the early morning light out. Other than that, it had been up to her to find an old microwave which she kept on top of her dresser for her daily dinners of ramen soup and green tea.

Simple but home.

Simplicity was her style.

Perhaps the biggest drawback was the lack of shower and the bathroom was down the hall. But as usual, she found a way to make it work, using the bathroom sink to freshen up daily, or in dire situations, braving the gym locker room at school for a real shower. Another negative was the constant noise and smelled of cheap tequila and cigarettes. But so came the price of living above a bar.

A perk of becoming a Serpent also allowed Sage to earn a little money. Aside from a roof over her head, she was able to earn extra from some of the jobs she did. Essentially it was pennies since she was on the bottom of the totem pole, but she was disciplined and she managed to save most of what she earned only spending what she absolutely needed to. She hoped by the time she graduated, she would have enough saved to rent or even own a trailer in Sunnyside and have a real place of her own someday.

Sage’s anxiety was spiraling out of control, her head reeling from accidentally hearing the two men outside her room the night prior. For the first time in months, she genuinely felt unsafe, an uneasiness stirring in the pit of her stomach. The threat of the outside world was an everyday occurrence, but threats within the family concerned her. They swore an oath and to go against that was mutiny. They weren’t just waiting for FP to fail, they were counting on it.

She knew she needed to find Toni immediately to help her unravel her concerns.

“We’ve got to talk!” Sage exclaimed, grabbing Toni’s arm, pulling her against the row of lockers out of the bustle of bodies slumping through the hallway.

Toni stared at her wordlessly, drinking in her wild eyes and tight jawline. “Wha—”

“I heard something last night, I definitely should not have heard,” she interrupted.

“What the hell happened?” Toni’s own eyes widened wearily.

“I was upstairs in my room and I heard two men talking outside in the hall about FP. Toni, they want him out.”

“Whoa, whoa, what? Out of what?” She kicked her foot up and back against the locker, hugging her books tight into her chest.

“The Serpents, Toni! They said about how he’s dropped the ball and put us all at risk. And something about FP torching the car that Jason Blossom took to get rid of the evidence.”

“Oh my god, what?! You need to slow down and explain everything. I need details.” Toni said, holding her hand up.

“Mornin’ ladies,” Sweet Pea sauntered over. He immediately picked up on their protective stance and hushed voices. “Uh, am I interrupting something?” He looked between them

“Always, Sweet Pea,” Toni teased, patting him on his broad chest.

Sage rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. “We’ll finish talking about this tonight. I’ll explain everything and we can try to piece it together. But, I think I was right.”

“Piece what together?” Sweet Pea asked. “Right about what?”

Sage looked at Toni wearily. Should they fill him in?

Toni gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment, making the decision for both of them. “We’ll tell you tonight, but we need to go somewhere private.”

“My place is out,” Sage stated plainly.

Sweet Pea thought for a moment. “Let’s go to my trailer.”

***

Toni and Sweet Pea sat side by side on a raggedy plaid couch in his living room, while Sage sat on the carpeted floor across from them, cross legged.

Sage had never been to his place before prior to this. It appeared smaller than she thought with two small bedrooms, one bathroom. The kitchen and living room were only separated by a counter that served as a breakfast nook. Sweet Pea rarely spoke of his folks, so Sage wasn’t sure if he lived with them or not. The bedroom doors were closed and gave nothing away. Although it wasn’t exactly clean, it wasn’t dirty either. It was just very lived in. A pile of dirty clothes in the middle of the living room and towels draped over a temporary and makeshift clothesline in the kitchen.

“Alright,” Sweet Pea said, rubbing his face before tucking his dog tags back under his shirt. “Start from the beginning.”

“First,” Sage began, “you need to promise me this stays here… in this dingy, dimly lit trailer.”

“Hey, don’t hate. And yes, I promise.”

Sage smiled as Toni positioned herself to get more comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs under her slim frame. “I told Toni this, but a few weeks ago, I went to FP’s trailer after a drop and I saw Jason Blossoms jacket hanging in his closet. I asked him about it but he shrugged it off and called it ‘insurance’. FP also met some woman at the drive-in. My theory is maybe she paid FP to have Blossom killed.”

“No, no,” Sweet Pea shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. She was the buyer for the Twilight Drive-In. Well– her husband was. Word is, he’s in jail but he used her to secure the deal. He paid FP to have the Serpents trash the drive-in so he could buy the land for at a lower price.”

Toni and Sage looked at each other and then back at him. “How do you know that?” asked Toni.

“Joaquin told me. FP and Joaquin have been real tight since the summer.”

A light bulb went off. The takeout bag she retrieved from the waitress and given to Mustang, had been filled with stacks of bills.

“So… the reason why he had me drop off the snake for her was because she didn’t pay him enough. It was just a warning,” she said thoughtfully. “But it had nothing to do with Blossom like I thought. It was all orchestrated around the drive-in, which worked.”

Toni nodded. “Yes, okay, that makes sense. But something else happened. What had you pawing at me this morning?”

Sage twirled the pendant on her necklace, rolling it between her fingers. “Two guys were outside my room talking last night. The first thing that took me by surprise was about how FP took a job with Andrew’s Construction.”

“Why the hell would he do that?” questioned Sweet Pea, sitting up a little straighter, eyes narrowing. He too hadn’t heard this piece of information yet.

“I think he really wants to clean it up for Jughead. You know, try and make things right finally,” Sage trailed off.

“Yea, that’s bull,” retorted Sweet Pea. “He was so out of his mind drunk at the bar last night, Mustang had to drag him away from Hog Eye to get him home in one piece.”

“I don’t know, maybe he needed the money?” Sage suggested half-heartedly.

“We all need money.” scoffed Toni. She softened after a moment. “But maybe he really is trying to keep tabs on things on the Northside, especially the Cooper girl throwing out that Blossom worked for the Serpents. Or maybe he really is trying to get his family back. Both are viable hypotheses, really.”

Sweet Pea shrugged, tossing a side glance at her. “Okay, nerd.”

Toni leaned over and punched him in the arm.

“There’s more,” Sage continued before Sweet Pea retaliated. “They mentioned something about FP torching evidence. Jughead and some other girl found it and went to the police.”

“Snitch!” Sweet Pea exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the couch arm. Toni jumped.

“Sweet Pea…” Sage chided gently.

“What car?” Toni asked.

“If it had evidence, I’m sure it had to do with Blossom again.” Sweet Pea said, still frowning deep.

“Which still makes me think that maybe FP actually did kill Blossom.” Sage pointed out.

“So… what if he did?” contemplated Sweet Pea.

The group was quiet for a moment, pondering over what that meant to each of them.

“What about the two guys?” Toni wondered redirecting her attention to Sage.

“All I know is that they are counting on FP failing and I think they are planning on trying to throw FP under the bus out so they can take over the club.”

Silence came over them again.

“That’s a pretty bold accusation.” Toni swallowed.

“I’m telling you, they want FP to take the fall for something. They are waiting for an opportunity and they are actively plotting against him.

“Goes against our code.” Sweet Pea growled. “Who was it?”

“I couldn’t see one of them,” she admitted truthfully, “but I saw the other guy. It was Mustang.”

Toni exhaled a swoosh of air from her lungs. “Crap.”

“Watch your back, guys. I think shit’s gonna hit the fan soon.” Sage warned.

Sweet Pea rubbed his hands on his thighs anxiously. “Well… that didn’t answer anything. I just have more questions now.”

Sage smiled, tiredly. “Welcome to my life.”

They all were startled again when the door flew open, slamming into the wall. Joaquin stumbled in, looking around at the three of them. “Guys…” he said breathlessly. “You won’t believe what just happened.”

“What is it?” Toni stood up immediately, sensing his urgency.

“Jughead was just taken into custody by the police. He’s a suspect in the Blossom murder.”


Entire Work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19441756/chapters/47562346

The instructions given were straightforward.

Drop off the box at Pop’s and be discreet. Under no circumstances, be seen, especially by the waitress.

Simple.

Sage waited until the last customer had left the restaurant. There always seemed to be a lull around this time. She cautiously peeked through one of the windows, as the waitress moved behind the counter. Sage found herself surprised that she recognized the woman as the one from a few nights ago at the Drive-In. She was the one who met FP behind the building.

Her curiosity peaked.

She secured the lid on the box, making sure it was on tight. “Sorry little guy,” she whispered to the creature inside as she hugged the box close to her chest and slowly crept to the entrance.

Another careful peek through the window.

The waitress’s back was still turned. Sage opened the door, careful not to jingle the bells and accidentally announce herself. Gently placing the box right in the walkway where the brunette would stumble on it, she slinked backward back out the front door. Once she was back outside of the diner, she broke out into a run until she was safely out of distance and smiled.

On a whim, she decided to take the long way back home passing through the old drive-in.

Curiosity seemed to be getting the best of her lately but she could afford the time. She purposely beelined to Jughead’s booth, hoping maybe, just maybe he would be there.

She stopped when she saw the graffiti spray-painted on the vinyl side now.

Jughead Jones wuzhere.

Complete with his signature crown hat.

He had moved on. Of course, he had. They were demolishing the place, there was no way he could stay. So where was he now?

She sighed loudly, louder than she needed to, raking her hands through her long hair, fighting the rush of disappointment that overwhelmed her.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, grateful for the distraction. It was a text from FP.

Sunnyside Trailer

She stared longingly at the booth one last time and then glanced back down at her phone. With a deep breath, she turned in the opposite direction to head to the trailer park.

What now? She wondered.

***
As she strolled, lost her in her own thoughts, a door slamming pulled her back to earth. Her attention shifted to the direction of the person that made the noise.

Her heart seized up in her chest. Her feet felt heavy as if they were superglued to the ground, keeping her from moving either forward or back.

Jughead now stood a few feet away, frozen in place as well.

Per usual, they seemed to be at a standstill.

She bit her lip hard, swallowing the lump in her throat as her arms crossed over her chest.

He didn’t move, his jaw clenching and his grip tightening around the bag he was clutching.

“Jughead,“ she whispered, all she could muster.

He shook his head fervently. "I can’t do this now, Sage. I just had to pick up a few things from the trailer and I’m meeting someone.” He took a micro-step forward, shifting his gaze past her.

“If not now, then when? Another year from now?” she insisted, the words bubbling out and over her lips before she could stop them.

“Sage, I just asked you for one thing. Don’t… don’t go down this road. Don’t become that!” He gestured to the trailer he once considered home, but she knew that he was referencing a who, not a what.

“Oh, Jughead, god! You know, someday, you’ll be faced with an… impossible choice. There’s really no right and there is no wrong. There’s just what you have to do.”

His lips curled in a frown and his eyebrows knitted together.

She balled her fist, feeling her nails tear in the flesh of her palms, tears pricking her eyes as she gritted her teeth until her jaw protested. “I’m not like you, Jughead. I’m not brave or good at being alone. I always had you looking out for me, but that was it. And admit it, you couldn’t take care of me with everything that was going on with you and your mom and dad. I was bringing you down too. I couldn’t be another thing that stressed you out. I didn’t know where I was going to sleep, or where my next meal was coming from. I was always hungry and cold and just…” she inhaled shakily, lip trembling, “…so, so tired of lying about it to everyone.“

He melted some, his posture becoming more lacked as his shoulders softened. He took a small step forward toward her, closing the gap between them.

She smiled waterily, blinking back tears that she willed not to fall. "And now, I have a room that’s all mine. Nothing gets stolen or taken away, and I have food that’s hot and sometimes, even good for me. It’s not moldy or bland, or gross or out of a trash can. I have friends, real friends, good friends, who care about me. And god, I know, FP is not the father you wished he was. He has failed you again and again in ways I can’t understand. He has been a shitty father to you, but he… oh, he is the closest thing I think I have ever had. And that’s something, Jug.”

She dropped her head down, a tiny sob escaping her as her shoulders slumped further. “Please, can’t you understand? Even for a second? I’m okay. I’m more than okay. And I’m surviving finally. And the only thing it cost, was you.”

He dropped his bag and rushed her, embracing her tightly. Her hands snaked around to his back, reciprocating the tight hug.

He exhaled long, his eyes falling shut. “You never told me how bad… I wish I could have… I didn’t know….” he trailed off.

They broke apart. She swiped her fingers under her eyes to wipe away any evidence of tears and straightened up. His Adam’s apple dancing along his throat as he swallowed thickly.

“Okay, I’ll try,” he vowed, finally speaking. “I will.”

It was enough.

He took a step back, picking up his forsaken backpack. He looked torn. “I’m sorry, I really have to go. I’m meeting Betty at school and I’m already really late. We’ll talk soon.”

She nodded softly, feeling better and worse simultaneously. “Okay.”

He gave a tight smile and a small wave and hurried off. She waited till he was gone and made sure she composed herself before walking up to FP’s trailer.

He was waiting for her.

Leaning casually against the door frame, his arms were folded over his chest, one leg crossed in front of the other.

“For a girl who rarely shows any type of emotion, that was quite the performance,” he commented, with a tilt of his head.

She squared her shoulders up, walking up the steps. “It’s fine. I’m fine,” she bristled.

"Hmm, come inside for a minute.”

She shut the door behind her and waited as FP went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, cracking it open on the countertop. Her eyes wandered to the empty bottles that littered the countertops.

“I got a call almost immediately after you made the drop to my friend. She got the message loud and clear. So now, you’re gonna go to Pop’s for a milkshake and she’s going to give you a takeout bag.”

“Okay,” she acknowledged slowly, her attention drawn to an open closet. It wasn’t the closet itself but what was in the closet. A blue and yellow varsity jacket with the name embroidered on the sleeve ‘Jason’.

He followed her gaze, then reached out and shut the closet door with a sharp click of the lock. “Tomorrow, 3:00 PM. Bring it right to Tall Boy, no stops,” he said, firmly.

“Why do you have Jason’s jacket?” she inquired, the words accidentally slipping out.

He was silent for a few moments. “Insurance,” he finally said.

FP’s answer confused her. What did that mean? They both stared at each other. FP wasn’t going to say anything more about it, and she knew better than to ask.

Sage broke the silence first. “Tomorrow, 3:00 PM. Got it.” She turned and reached for the door handle.

“Also,” he said, clearing his throat. “I heard what you said to Jughead about me. I don’t deserve it, but I do appreciate it. God knows that boy has been through a lot.”

She didn’t respond.

“I’m going to try,” he echoed his son’s words from before. He looked uncharacteristically embarrassed and ashamed for a moment. “I’m going to clean up my act and get my family back, I promise.”

She bit her lip as she turned and opened the door, her back turned to him.

"Sage?”

“Yea?” her back was still turned.

“Thank you.”

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I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. Jordan and Drew are some of the most underrated and underappreciated actors on Riverdale. Period. Yes, Sweet Pea and Fangs are incredibly small roles compared to those such as Archie and Jughead, but despite the short amount of screen time they’ve had, they have made a huge impact and have acquired an incredibly large fanbase. I mean, do you see the amount of Sweet Pea and Fangs content going around on here!?! It’s crazy, especially when you consider the fact that they’ve probably had less than 20 minutes of screen time combined! They deserve SO MUCH MORE credit than they get and I’ll be devastated if they’re not in season 3 (and yes, despite the last episode, I have my own theories regarding Fangs “not making it” and I truly feel as though both of them have the potential to be in season 3, especially after seeing this interview).

Getting ready to watch last nights episode of Riverdale. On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you think my entire being will be destroyed?

(A/N): Hey guys! Here’s another imagine!

Requested by: @madamzeyl (Hope you like it! ❤️)

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(Y/N) was just casually at her locker, just rethinking everything that has happened in the past few days. The Black Hood was back, Midge was murdered in front of everyone, this Dark Circle nonsense was roaming the halls again, and on top of it, the entire student body of Riverdale High still wasn’t exactly accepting of their new Southside students.

Being one herself, (Y/N), along with every other Serpent in the school, was walking around with a target on her back.

“Hey. You okay?” someone said. 

“I’m fine, Toni. Just thinking about how Riverdale has turned into a complete mirror image of itself. It doesn’t matter. Shall we?” she answered, closing her locker. 

“We shall,” Toni stated, linking her arm with (Y/N)’s, as the two walked off to the Swords and Serpents club.

~Time Skip~

“War Baby called my father and I from Shankshaw. Her old adversaries, the Ghoulies, have been released. Word on the street is that they want Serpent blood. They’re gunning for a re-match. They want war.” Jughead announced, making everyone else in that room irritated as fuck.

The door slammed open, making everyone’s head turn. The football team waltzed in, with Reggie leading the pack. 

“Which one of your reptiles was screwing Midge Klump?” Reggie questioned them. The atmosphere of that entire room changed from irritated to hostile with those words.

“Hey! This is a private meeting!” Jughead told them.

“Yeah, you can’t just walk in here pointing fingers at any of us!” Toni exclaimed, upset. 

“Well, someone in here was screwing Midge in secret! I’m guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.” Reggie accused. Rage consumed (Y/N)’s face. 

“What the actual fuck, Reggie? You do know that he’s my boyfriend, right? Or could you not get that through your fucking thick as lead head?!” she yelled, clenching her fists. 

“Well, maybe you don’t know your boyfriend as well you thought.” he shot back. (Y/N) balled a piece of Reggie’s shirt in her hand and decked in straight in the face.

Immediately, (Y/N) was pulled back by Toni as all hell broke loose. Reggie, Sweet Pea, and everyone else started throwing hands. The rest of the Serpents fought the Bulldogs and, despite your pleads, Toni held you back, considering you just punched their “leader” straight in the face. The classroom was filled with overlapping screams and shouts and punches being thrown and landed.

“STOP FIGHTING NOW!” Jughead screamed, overtaking everyone’s voice. The dust settled in the room and everyone filed out. 

“Looks like the war isn’t just with the Ghoulies.” (Y/N) whispered to Toni.

(Y/N) ran out to find Sweet Pea, but only to find the hallways deserted. 

“Fuck my classes.” the girl muttered to herself before running off to find her boyfriend.

~Time Skip~

After searching the entire school, the trailer park, and the Wyrm, (Y/N) found herself at Pop’s, she wasn’t giving up, she just needed to recollect herself. She needed to find him. Sweet Pea wasn’t exactly the emotion type, but around her he was. Walking in, the first thing to catch her eye was Sweet Pea sitting in the far-back booth, drinking a strawberry milkshake.

“Have you been here the whole time?” (Y/N) said. He just nodded from across the table. “You know I didn’t believe anything he said, right? I mean, why do you think I clocked him?” she said, stifling a laugh. 

“I know. Kinda wish you would’ve knocked him out. That would’ve been funny as hell.” Sweet Pea finally spoke up. 

“Yeah, but I feel that he was humiliated enough.”

After a moment of awkward silence and tension, Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh.

“Listen, I know I’m not exactly the boyfriend you would bring home to your parents, but listen, I want you to know I would never even think about hurting you in any way, let alone fucking cheating on you. I just ran off because I couldn’t stand the fact that just because I’m a Serpent, I’ll automatically screw up everything good in my life. I can’t and I won’t screw us up, if I’m being honest, you’re the only good thing in my life right now. You’re kinda the only thing keeping me from ripping the entire football team limb from limb. Hell, I can’t even think about what would happen if you left because I’ll be damned if I let that happen. I fucking love you, (Y/N).” 

His voice was practically dripping with emotion and (Y/N) could have sworn that she heard his voice crack at least once during that speech. It was very obvious that Sweet Pea did love his girlfriend and the fact that his love for her was questioned set him over the edge, resulting in the fight a couple hours ago. 

Upon hearing the finale of his speech, she froze. Neither of you had said the L word to each other. Of course, she loved him too. (Y/N) just never knew when or how to tell Sweet Pea.

“I understand, Sweets. There’s nothing in me that’ll make me think otherwise. I’m serious. I don’t think you have or will screw us up, nor do I think you’ll cheat or hurt me. You’re too pure for any of that, besides, I love you too much to think like that anyway.” 

“I’m not pure! I’m a cold-hearted gang member!” Sweet Pea said, jokingly. (Y/N) joined him on the other side of the booth.

“Sure you are, tough guy,” she spoke while kissing him on the lips.

Fangs: Hey what time is it?

Sweet Pea: I don’t know, pass me the trombone and I’ll find out.

Sweet Pea: [blasts the trombone]

Toni:Who the FUCK is playing the trombone at TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING?

Sweet Pea: It’s two A.M.

Fangs:… Figured

Fangs:What country has the most birds?

Sweet Pea: Portu-geese.

Fangs:Wait, that’s a language.

Sweet Pea:Portu-gull.

Fangs: Nice recovery. Or should I say re-dove-ry

[later]

Fangs:Turkey. How did we miss Turkey?

Toni:I may only be five feet tall, but you see that thing in the top of the cabinet? I put it there.

Sweet Pea:Why??

Toni:SPITE.

Toni: How would you describe your life?

Jughead: Basically when you try to make an omelette, but fuck it up and end up with scrambled eggs, but it’s ok.

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