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Tear Me To Pieces (W.C. 1,738)

Fandom: Riverdale

Word Count: 1,738

Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader

Rating:  Teens and Up

Summary: "You couldn't just stay away, could you?" Pea's eyes shine with unshed tears and bites his lip shaking his head. You can't stand it any longer. 

WARNINGS:  Cussing

Part One I’m Not Her

Part Two Say Something

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    You sigh as yet another call vibrates through your phone, disrupting the rare moment of peace you're finally experiencing. You know its him. Pea wasn't joking when he promised to be relentless. It's been a rough month since your last conversation, but thats something you won't ever tell another soul. Riverdale doesn't exactly have the best track record of keeping secrets, so you bode well to suffer in silence.  But damn, you miss him so much. Crying yourself to sleep nearly every night has taken not only a mental toll on your body, but quite noticeably a physical as well. You've barely eaten, face slightly gaunter and dark purple bags under your eyes. And mentally, you're  exhausted, a constant war waging inside of your mind. To give in or fight through the loneliness.

     But when the  phone started to ring again, your body makes the choice, launching at your phone to quickly answer it. 

   "Hello," you flinch at the croak that comes from you. 

    "Y/n, Jesus-Christ in Prada boots, you sound like shit, everyone's been trying to get ahold of you for the past 3 weeks! Three! Where the hell have you been?" You almost hate yourself for the small stab of disappointment that it wasn't him but you merely wince at Cheryl's blunt response.  Before you could muster up a crappy excuse, you hear a sigh and the phone being snatched away by her pink haired beau.

    "Don't mind her, Y/n, she doesn't take being ignored well - baby, no, I love you for it don't worry- ," her voice gets softer when she talks to her girlfriend. You hate the tears that well up in your eyes at tone, and you hate your mind for replaying all the times you were addressed in that soft tone, from your own love. Fucking. Hell.

     "Y/N, you still there?" You shake your head, trying to calm your racing mind.

      "Yeah, I-I'm here," You take a deep breath hoping for your voice to be at least a little more steady, "I'm sorry for disappearing on you guys, I've just had a lot to think about. And I think best alone, but I-I think I'll be o-okay now." 

     You almost laugh at your own lie as you catch sight of your horrid appearance in your dresser mirror. 'Okay' when the fuck is anybody really okay? What does okay even mean? The awkward silence ensues as Toni decides within herself whether it would be better to call you out on your lie, or not. You can just imagine the standoff going on between the two Vixens right now, no doubt having you on speaker, and no doubt one wanting to call your bullshit more than the other. A disgruntled groan is your only warning before you realize that yes, you're in for it..

     "Okay? Yeah, and you're also not supposed to mix gold and silver jewelry but does it look like I give a damn? Listen, what I'm about to tell you is what you told me when my darling JJ was taken by the cold clutches of death and deceit. Get your shit together. Take off the stupid Snoopy PJ's that I know you're wearing. Put on a bra, yes, the buckle type, boo-hoo. Pull on the red dress in the closet that I got you and do whatever you have to do to get the rest of you presentable. Blow torch, laser, hell I don't care, but you got 5 minutes till I'm picking your sulking ass up. We're going out."

     You're stunned when the line goes dead, eyeing your PJ's with wonder. You're not sure what being gifted you Cheryl Blossom, God or the Devil, but you know you're dead if you don't start running around now. Off you go, moving more than you had in the past few weeks, and becoming out-of-breath embarrassingly fast. You stand in front of the mirror, contemplating what to do with your hair. Luckily you sleep in braids so it's not a complete rats-nest, and you're relieved when soft waves fall past your shoulders. Your pale complexion and purple bags can't be helped much, so you decide to just fuck it and go without makeup. You're not trying to impress anyone anyways. 

     You're shuffling your way to the door, when it's suddenly thrown open and in strolls your raptor. Cheryl eyes you before scoffing and rolling her eyes, reaching her hand into the bag Toni is holding. Toni sends a sympathetic smile before Cheryl's tossing a pair of low-heeled sandals your way. You eye them and then eye the determined aura surrounding the red bombshell, deciding to pick your battles instead, and begrudgingly pull on the stupid shoes. Cheryl puckers her lips scanning your face but a look from Toni sends her stomping her way back into the car, Toni and you following behind. As you settle into the back seat, you fold your arms and stare out the window, wishing you could crawl back into bed right this minute. Stupid caring friends. Cheryl turns on the radio, drowning out the heavy silence with some upbeat tempo. 

     "Where are we going?" Toni reaches up to adjust her mirror till you can see the dazzling smile she sends your way, which you're sure she meant to be reassuring but actually worried you more.       "Well, Veronica's having a little get together at the speak easy so Cheryl and I thought it would be good to get you out and about. Betty and the rest of them will be there too!" You bristle a little at the thought of being around so many people so soon,  you feel like you're coming out of mourning. But you need to move on, you tell yourself, enough hiding away. You just nod, tongue too heavy to give any other reply, but also too heavy to ask your only question. An unspoken one that Toni can catch in the  glint of your eye.

      "No. He- he went out with Fangs tonight. Figured you two weren't ready to be around each other yet."

        You turn back to the window, fighting down a new wave of tears but Christ, you weren't sure if they were from relief of disappointment of his absence. You don't have time to ponder it though, you've arrived and Cheryl practically throws herself out of the car desperate to get to the soirée. You step out continuously tugging at your dress and Cheryl fusses with your hair before linking herself between you and Toni before strutting up to the packed venue. Cheryl pushes the three of you past the line of people, and you can't help but to giggle as Toni sends out apologies to the other jilted guests. You breathe a sigh of relief as you finally descend into the speakeasy, quickly staring in wonder at all the beautiful decorations. You don't know how long you stand with your mouth open but soon Cheryl's placing a drink into your hand and pushing you towards your group of friends to 'mingle.' 

    "Y/n, I've been so worried," Betty pauses during her skip towards you to glance back at her beanie wearing shadow who offers a soft smile and a nod," we've been worried." You gently squeeze her when you're drawn into her arms, trying to keep all your thoughts and emotions buried deep. You refuse to be anymore of a burden.

    "No need, I'm a big girl Betty. It's just a little high-school drama."  

    You pray she buys the smile that you plaster on your face, a timid one is returned though it doesn't dull the concern shining through her eyes. You need to get the attention off of you.

    "So where's V?" Betty looks at you for a - painstakingly long - moment more but then turns to point out the hardworking entrepreneur behind the 'bar.' Perfect.

    "I'm gonna grab a refill," you lift your empty glass, "want anything?" At her quick deny you scurry off before any other intervention of feelings come upon you. You've only been here for 5 minutes but you're already wanting to steal Toni's car to go home. No doubt the Cherry Bloodhound would catch you, but maybe some air would help just as much. Your legs move faster at the idea and soon you're pushing past some ignorant kids making out in the phone booth, flashing a small wave at Pop's before you're out the door. You face the building running your hands down your face and the brisk air filling your lungs. Finally alone.  

    "Y-Y/n," a wavers a voice from behind you.

    For fucks sake.

    The voice, his, sends shivers through your body but it looks as if you were shivering. You feel him walking closer, practically feeling his breath on your neck, but instead of his hands a jackets placed over your shoulders. You whip around, and Pea's eyes widen as he steps back, afraid he's crossed the line already. Your eyes asses over his figure, taking in the similar purple bags under his eyes that haunt your own. He's in nothing but a white t-shirt, his breath visible in the cold air. You move to return the jacket but he steps back again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

    "P-please, it's cold. I don't want you out here freezing. " You don't know what to say, the awkward silence causing you both to look down at your feet hoping maybe it would swallow you whole. 

    "Listen, I, uh, I promised Toni that I wouldn't show up here tonight. I- I was with Fangs but I, well," he stops to scratch the back of his neck, you blushing when you catch the slight show of skin as his shirt lifts. A surge of anger hits you, but more at yourself than him. Embarrassed at how much control he still has over your body but too bad it doesn't come out that way.

    "You couldn't just stay away, could you?" You push away the guilt that stabs you when he flinches, looking away,  at your brash tone.  Pea's eyes shine with unshed tears and bites his lip shaking his head. You can't stand it any longer. Your blood is roaring in your ears as you close the last the last few feet of distance and clutch the neckline of his shirt, dragging his face down to yours.

    "I swear I really fucking hate you." Then you mold your lips to his.

Say Something (W.C. 1,842)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Cussing, Underage Drinking

Summary: Sweet Pea never thought he would be so f***ing ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

*Can be read as sequel to “I’m Not Her” or can be read alone*

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     Sweet Pea never thought he would be so fucking ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

    "Hey this is y/n, I'm not around to pick up bu-"

    "Damn it!" He punches the red call button and leans back against his headboard, phone tossed away and his hands tugging through his hair. It's been a week since you walked out and he feels as if he's going fucking insane without you. The only other times he's cried so hard were when his parents abandoned him as a kid, and when he nearly lost his best friend. But this was different. When he's gone through hard times before, he had you. You were the light of his life and his fuck-up caused him to be alone. Sweet Pea struggles to swallow around the lump in his throat, eyes burning from continuous tears. He's a mess.

    He needs you. He knows that now. With you he felt powerful, attractive, safe... loved. But you're gone, and he feels like he might die from the aching in his chest, from every single fucking memory of you two running through his head. Beer, he needs a beer, multiple. Pea wobbles on his feet and slowly makes his way into the catastrophe of which is his den. He took all of his pain out on the trailer for the first three days, and it shows. Pea pushes the flipped couch out of his way, eyes trained on the dinky fridge that hold his newest best friend. Said fridge is bare of all edible substances aside from the four 6-packs Fang's gifted him when he heard of the breakup. Fuck, even the word makes his heart spasm. He grabs a bottle and pops it open, leaning against the counter. He takes a long swig, welcoming the bitter taste. 

          Pea doesn't know how much longer he could live like this. Hell, he's had to hold himself back from running to your house even if it's just to catch a glance at you. Because he sees everything but you anymore. The coat hook, empty. His shower void of all your soaps, your side of the closet... bare. He feels like you're a ghost now and he's frantic to just prove that you were ever in his life at all! But the loneliness that's slowly suffocating Pea proves that you are very much real. You were his, for a short while, but he was the one that never took 'being yours' seriously. He remembers your face when you begged him to just be honest about how he feels for you, that he loves you. But he couldn't. Not because of anything other than he's a coward that doesn't deserve you. He remembers when Betty and Jughead came to get the things you left behind, Jones had to almost sit on him so Betty could come in and out safely, taking all he had left of you.

      Pea starts to shake as the next wave of this ever-lasting mental breakdown comes upon him. He wishes this was all just some stupid fucking nightmare and he would wake up to you squirming away from his snores in your ear. He would let you go, but before you could get off the bed, he's grab you back and crawl on top of you. He'd whisper all the naughty things he wanted to do to you, watching the lust dance across your eyes. Pea would nearly lose it as you let out a little moan, grinding against his bottom half, him kissing your neck-

    "God fucking damn it!" Pea wails his bottle against the wall and slowly slides down to the floor, begging someone -anyone - to put him out of his misery.

    "Fuck, y/n," his voice cracking into uncontrollable sobs. He can't be bothered to try to make his way into the bed as his vision darkens, finally giving into exhaustion on the glass ridden tile. 

      A little while later, a few forceful pounds on his door stirs Pea out of his drunken stupor, but only to groan, hoping if he stays somewhat quiet that whoever out there will get the fucking hint. He wants to suffer, alone. Pea imagines you're doing the same thing, at least he hopes you're as broken up about this as he is. Soon the bangs stop, but before he could slip away again, a powerful shove sends his door nearly off its hinges, no doubt cracking the frame. Pea nearly uses all of his energy to sit up, seeing double of a certain purple haired vixen. Fuck he want her seeing him like this. He tries to scramble to his feet as Toni looks around in shock.

    "What the hell did you do? I was expecting a mess, but it's like a fucking war zone Pea!"

    "Why are you here?"

    "You're joking right? You haven't left here in a week and you've been ignoring every single person who's tried to get you. I'm the last resort!"

    Pea just lolls his head back against the counter and closes his eyes, trying to block out the spinning room.

    "Fuck off." Toni just snorts at that and makes her way into the kitchen, only sighing at the broken glass. Neither of them speak as she fetches the broom to clean it up. Soon she just slumps down next to Pea, slightly gagging at the alcohol rolling off of him in waves. Pea just hopes she'll get bored with his silence and just leave, but Toni just plays with her bracelet, trying to find the right words.

    "Do, do you want to talk about it?"  Pea finally turns to look at her, and she flinches slightly at his bloodshot eyes and red skin, making it clear how broken he feels right now. She's at a loss, never having seen him so torn up over something before. He usually is so good at burying his feels, so having his face being so easy to read shakes her a little.

    "Have you seen her?"       Toni takes a deep breath, hesitating a little before giving a solemn nod. She can't stand to look at him as she continues.

    "Yeah, I've seen her around lately." Pea swallows and then asks the inevitable.

    "H-how is she?"

    "She-e was very upset before, but-" Toni cuts off taking more interest in her jeans at the moment. Pea's anger spikes again as he shoves her shoulder.

    "But?" Toni just sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. 

     "I don't think you want to know-"

    "Quit fucking around."

    "She-s, she's... happy." Pea whips his head around, furrowing his brows. What the fuck does she mean you're happy. You should be a hermit, constantly crying like he is. You were never a good liar, so he's sure you aren't faking, but, but that just pisses him off! How fucking dare you being happy without him.

    "Happy? Happy! Are you fucking serious?!" Anyone else would be shocked, but Toni would expect this. Still, she couldn't help being a bit coy.

    "I though you're supposed to say that you're just happy because she's happy and all that sappy shit." He only just glares and then turns to face the wall.

    "No. I don't want her happy unless she's with me. I'm a selfish mother fucker. Who the fuck does she think she is? She should be wallowing in sadness and alcohol like I am, not fucking acting like she's celebrating! If she was here right now I'd-"

    "But shes not. And she's not your fucking problem anymore, so your opinion means shit."

     Pea just puts his head down, accepting the loss just a little more. Toni feels bad at cutting his rant off, but for Pea, being drunk and angry wouldn't do anyone good! She stands up and reaches her hand out to him. He stumbles to his feet and they make the journey to the bedroom. Pea just flops face down to the bed and Toni just stands there, unsure if it's safe to leave him right now.  

   "You don't have to fucking babysit me, I'm not gonna do anything stupid." Pea mumbles from his pillow. Knowing how Pea is when he's drunk, Toni just shifts and then grabs him a glass of water, and leaves with a final worried glance. Pea tries to fall back asleep, but Toni's words keep ringing through his head.  

   "She's happy."   

  He doesn't know if its the loneliness or alcohol that leads him to try calling you again, already expecting the same voicemail message.

      "What do you want Pea?"

    He nearly falls off the bed at the sound of your voice, you picked up! He fumbles with words and you only huff at the silence, ready to hang up.    

 "No,wait, y/n. I-I've been trying to get ahold of you," and then he pauses... the anger kicking in, "why the fuck haven't you been answering me?" He doesn't need to see you to know you're doing an eyeroll right about now.     

"Why the hell do you care? I'm not your girl Pea, so it's none of your business. Did you call just to fucking chew me out? Me life doesn't revolve around you anymore."  

   Pea takes a deep breath, eyes starting to blur with tears.

    "No-no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I, uh, I just," he takes a moment to collect himself, "I just really miss you... I lo-"

    "Don't say you love me."

    "W-what the fuck do you mean? Why not? Are you with someone," Pea rambles. His emotions giving both of you whiplash. You just ignore his ramble, trying to keep your voice steady.

    "Because with you, every time you say you love me, it means a little less."

    Your voice nearly cracks, and you wince, hoping he hadn't caught it. But he did, and it gave him hope to push a little more.

    "So you just want me to forget about you, about us? There definitely has to be someone else, who the fuck is he. Is it Andrews? Mantle?"

    "Oh just shut up Pea, can't you just accept that maybe I'd rather bealone than with you? Do you think I'm that much of a floozy?"

    "Fine, if that's how you feel. Then do this one thing for me. Then I'll leave you alone, you won't hear a fucking peep from me. Just, swear to me that this mean nothing to you."

    You nearly choke on your cries, but you know what he's doing. He playing you, even now.

    "That's not the po-"

    "I want an answer, dammit!"

    "You aren't gonna get the answer you want Pea."

    "Lie to me then."

    You need to stay strong, to prove that you will survive without him. That you don't need him.      

    "Don't call this number again."

    "Y/n, I'll keep calling for the rest of the night if I have to, until you answer me."

    "Guess you'll have a long night then."   

    You left him once again that night.

I’m Not Her (W.C. 1,232)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: “You’re in love with her, tell me I’m wrong,” you challenge.

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     "You are so unbelievable," you huff as you storm into the trailer. Tossing your jacket onto the sofa, you stomp your way into the bedroom.

    Sweet Pea is right on your heels, slamming the front door and making his way down the narrow hallway to lean against the door frame. He rolls his eyes and cockily tips his head.

    "As much as your sass is hot, you're starting to irritate daddy. Now either you cut this shit out and tell me what the hell crawled up your ass tonight or you knock this of to instead knock the headboard against the wall instead." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively but you only glare at your boots as you unlace them and kick them off.

    "Is sex the only thing you ever think about, is that the only thing this relationship is based on. Is that all I am to you? Because I actually like you. That's why for the past two weeks I've planned a nice date night for you and I. I made the reservations, called off work, and bought this brand new outfit for you only to ignore me the minute you spot Archie with Josie!"

    Pea nods in mock consideration, before a smug smile cracks across his face. One you'd really love to smack away.

    "Oh, I get it. You're jealous!"

    You lean over to wail one of your boots at his smug face but, of course, the big oaf ducks before impact. Merely chooses instead to move to approach you and then pull your struggling form against his chest, a chuckle vibrating against your cheek.

    "Isn't that just adorable. Greens definitely your color, baby. But you're being more sensitive than usual, are you PMS-ing or something?"

    You grit your teeth and shove him as hard as you can, managing to put at least 2 feet between the two of you. You take pride in the shocked face Sweet Pea makes at your outburst.

    "You think this is a fucking joke? You  humiliated me."

    Sweet Pea recovers with an annoyed look and eye roll.

    " Jesus God, y/n, chill out. It's not a big fucking deal. You're so fucking irritating anymore."

    You've hit your limit. Instead of saying anything else to him, you decide to take your leave instead. Sweet Pea can't deny the sudden wave of panic as you push past him into the cramped living room. The one he first kissed you in, the one that held the multiple candles you would buy on a whim, the one you both decorated for Christmas with a tree and gifts. He can swear that the smile on your face while you decorated was brighter than any of those lights. He doesn't know why, but in those few seconds it took for you to walk out the door, he's taken back to every memory he's shared with you. His bedroom where you took care of him in when he'd over drink or when he caught the flu. The bed you made love in, well you referred to it as 'making love' but he crudely referred to it as fucking. He remembers how your face fell at that, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. He made his way to where you were pulling on your coat.

    "What are you doing?"

    "I'm leaving," and with those few words Pea's heart clenched.

    "So that's it? It's over?" 'Of course it is you idiot. You betrayed her, you hurt her. Coward.'

    He can't help but to flinch when you turn to him with a face void of any emotion, although your eyes were glassy, he didn't know which sight hurt more.

    "Don't act so surprised. You and I both knew this was coming, it's what you wanted after all, right? That's why you wanted to keep me a secret from people, why you kept on flirting with people, ditching me to listen in on her practices. Why you wouldn't even take me to prom, all because she was with someone other than you. While you were stuck with me, the girl who gave everything she had to you like an idiot." A few traitorous tears escape from the corners of your eyes and he moves to get near you, only stopping as your body goes rigid and you compose yourself once again.

    "I'm done being that idiot, your idiot, Pea. I know now that all I ever was to you was an easy lay, a cook, a maid, a cover-up, an excuse to show up everywhere she was. I was your dirty little secret, your second choice to the amazing Josie McCoy. I thought that I could change your mind, make you see how happy I could make you... even at the expense of my own. I thought if I tried hard enough that I could be enough for you, like she is. But I know now that I'm not her. And that is why I'm not enough for you. But I do know that the smartest thing Josie ever did, was turn away from your bullshit... something I wish I could've done from the beginning." Tears now course steadily down your cheeks, but a weight has lifted off your shoulders with each word. While to Sweet Pea, the words felt like a bullet to his heart.

    'No,' he thought, 'you're my everything. I was so stupid. I'm so sorry. I don't want her, you are enough.'

    "You're in love with her."

    Pea stands there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his mind going a million miles an hour with all the things he desperately wants to tell you. 'No. NO. Don't think that baby, you are my light. My love. My happiness. I was just so scared of you, of how much you changed me, changed me into someone so much better than a serpent asshole. I fell for you so hard, so quick, it was easier to push you away than to endure the way you make my heart race the minute I set my eyes on you.' Words he couldn't bring his mouth to say.

    "Tell me I'm wrong," you nearly begged. Oblivious to the war raging inside the boy in front of you, holding your breath in anticipation that for once, he would choose you.

    'yourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrong'

    You nod your head, accepting his silence as his answer. You put your hand on the doorknob and suddenly Pea remembers his functioning vocal cords, but all rational words all pleas and professions of love escape him in his last ditch effort to get you to not leave.

    "Wh-where are you going?"

    "I'm going home."

    'NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo'

    "But, but you are home."

    You don't answer, instead pulling the door open and palming your keys. And in that last moment, before you step out of the trailer, out of his life and this single sided relationship, you turn to meet his dark eyes one last time. You don't see the man you fell in love with, not the man who would cook you breakfast in bed, the man you gave your first time to, the man you dumbly hoped to marry one day. No, he wasn't any of those anymore. He was your first heartbreak, a lesson to be learned.

    "Not anymore."

    And with that slamming of the door, the boy fell to his knees in grief while you, like all the memories, were gone.

NSFW ALPHABET: REGGIE MANTLE

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Reggie Mantle/Reader

Rating: Explict

WARNING NSFW EXPLICT GIFS AND HEADCANONS

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MASTERLIST

Posted: 2/22/2019

Updated: 12/09/2023

RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

~One Shots~

 Color Me Drunk  (W.C. 2,340) (P.D. 4/24/2018)  Completed/Angst

Serpent men have the biggest egos... especially yours

 Hold You Tight  (W.C. 576) (P.D. 5/28/2018)  Completed/Slight Smut

He can practically hear the sighs and moans you make as he worships your body

 Just Tonight  (W.C. 4,642) (P.D. 5/23/2018)  Completed/Fluff

But when your lips touched his cheek, he not only knew that you are his now, but even more so... he is yours

 Too Close For Comfort  (WC. 2,893) (P.D.7/16/2018)  Completed/Angst

It wasn’t Fangs who was with Sweet Pea the night Archie Andrews pulled his gun out

I’m Not Her (WC.1,232) (P.D. 6/30/2019) Completed/Angst

“You’re in love with her.”   “Tell me I’m wrong,” you nearly begged.

Say Something (WC.1,842) (P.D.7/10/2019) Completed/Angst

Sweet Pea never thought he would be so f***ing ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

Sequel to “I’m Not Her”

Tear Me To Pieces (WC.1,738) (P.D. 8/20/2019) Completed/Angst

"You couldn't just stay away, could you?" Pea's eyes shine with unshed tears and bites his lip shaking his head. You can't stand it any longer. 

Part Three of “I’m Not Her” and “Say Something

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Bughead (Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones)

~One Shots~

 Heart of Fire (W.C. 910) (P.D. 6/19/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Jughead Jones has no doubt that he would do anything for Betty Cooper. Even sit through a stupid football game to watch her cheer

 Flounder (W.C. 1,647) (P.D. 6/29/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Betty Cooper takes it on her self to try to teach Jughead how to swim, and Alice and FP reconcile while watching them

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Falice (FP Jones II x Alice Cooper)

~One Shots~

This Ain’t A Love Song (W.C. 1,911) (P.D. 7/27/2018)  Completed/Angst

FP accepts that he will never be better than a one-night stand, but that doesn't make it hurt less

Flounder (W.C. 1,647) (P.D. 6/29/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Betty Cooper takes it on her self to try to teach Jughead how to swim, and Alice and FP reconcile while watching them

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NSFW Alphabet 

*Each chapter contains explict gifs and situations*

1. Sweet Pea (2019-01-30)

2. FP Jones II (2019-02-03)

3. Malachai (2019-02-09)

4. Toni Topaz (2019-02-20)

5. Reggie Mantle (2019-06-06)

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TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

~One Shots~

Love, Hate, F******  Heartbreak  (P.D. 1/22/2019)  Completed/Angst

When you found out about the wolves and having a soulmate, it seemed that for once in your life things were finally looking up. But not everyone is grateful for the imprint, and eventually all the resentment and anger comes out leaving you devastated and wishing that you never even met the asshole Known as Paul Lahote

The Right Track (P.D. 2/13/2019) Completed/Angst

Sequel to Love, Hate, F****** Heartbreak!

After the night of which you and Paul’s arguments reached a new low, you deal with the aftermath in your own way. What will happen when your imprint appears and you must now face the anguish the both of you have suffered from a ‘needed’ time apart.

IT (2017)

Pennywise

Pepto Completed/Angst  

 ONE   TWO   THREE

Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too…

Harry Potter 

~One Shots~

You Made Me This (W.C. 1554) (P.D. 12/09/2023) Completed/Angst

You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish

Could you do the nsfw alphabet for jughead?😍

Yup, his is coming up soon! For everyone this is how the chapters will go:

NSFW ALPHABET

~ Links included on finished ones~

1.) Sweet Pea

2.) FP Jones II

3.) Malachai

4.) Toni Topaz

5.) Reggie Mantle

6.) Archie Andrews

7.) Jughead Jones

8.) Joaquin DeSantos

9.) Fangs Fogarty

10.) Hiram Lodge

11.) Cheryl Blossom

12.) Veronica Lodge

13.) Betty Cooper

14.) Kevin Keller

15.) Sheriff Keller

*I may add more, let me know if anyone has any other people to write for*

NSFW ALPHABET: TONI TOPAZ

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Toni Topaz/Reader

Rating: Explict

WARNING NSFW EXPLICT GIFS AND HEADCANONS

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The Right Track (Sequel Of Love Hate F****** Heartbreak)

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Paul x reader

Summary: After the night of which you and Paul’s arguements reached a new low, you deal with the aftermath in your own way. What will happen when your imprint appears and you must now face the anguish the both of you have suffered from a 'needed’ time apart.

PART ONE

     When you fell into restless sleep as you finally got home that fateful night, you promised yourself that you would not give in to the call of your imprint. He needs to learn his lesson, and you've been doing well for nearly a week now. You've been avoiding Emily's and Kim's and even the beach. You felt bad at first for seemingly ignoring your friends, but you knew that they understood your stand of silence and they were all proud of you for finally sticking up for yourself. Every night, Emily would call to check up on you and your heart would clench when you could hear his begging in the background.     

     "Is that (Y/N)? Let me talk to her! Please, baby please talk to me!"

     Tears would stream down your face and you would hang up automatically. Then about 5 days in, the pain of the distance from your wolf sets in at full force. You whimper and toss and turn at night, and past your cries you could hear a wolf howl in pain as well. It's killing you to be away from him, but you couldn't bare to go back to how things were. No fucking way. Day 7 is when it seems he's had enough of you distancing yourself.  You're in the shower, numbly going through the motions of your personal hygiene when your curtain is ripped back and you shriek.

      Your jaw falls open at how wrecked your boyfriend looks right now. His eyes are red and bloodshot with heavy bugs under his eyes. His normal copper skin a now sickly shade of grey, and he hasn't shaved. You shudder when you look into his eyes, you've never seen Paul look so feral. You stay silent, not knowing how to handle the situation at the moment. He hands you your towel before stepping away so you could get out. The tension is suffocating, and you find yourself trembling as you brush past him into your bedroom.

      He stands in the doorway, brooding. You don't pay him any mind as you dig through drawers to find a new set of clothes, suddenly feeling vulnerable while only being clad in a towel. His gaze nearly scorches you and he finally sighs before plopping down on the edge of your bed.

    "Just tell me what I can do to make this better."

     You don't answer for a moment, collecting your thoughts.

     "Listen Paul I-. I just need time."

      You hear the bed creek and suddenly two tanned arms wrap around your waist. You  flinch and hurry to put some distance between you and the temperamental wolf of yours. You don't need to look at Paul to know the very hurt expression that most certainly covers his face as of now.

     "And space."

      You turn to walk back into the bathroom, yearning for privacy to dress when his hoarse voice shatters the tense silence.

     "No."

      You stop and turn to look at him, a little pissed and a lot confused. Paul takes merely two steps into your personal space, chest to- well your chest only reaches his upper torso. His eyes are only burning black, his whole body tensed. You ache to reach out and gently smooth the creases from his face, but your pride and wounded-self holds you back.

     "What the hell do you mean no?"

       "I mean," he grabs you around your waist to pull you into his embrace to bury his face into your hair, "No."

      And then he crashes his lips into yours for a bruising kiss. You struggle in his hold, trying not to succumb to the siren call of the annoying ass imprint bond. Paul breaks the kiss, but only holds you tighter so you cannot get away from him. It takes you a moment to register the shaking and the deep breaths. You only struggle harder and finally he relents, you taking an immediate step back.

     "I swear to fucking god, Paul, if you shift in my- oh my god are you crying?"

      Paul just stares back at you with tears running down his face before he collapses to the ground in  gut-wrenching sobs. You open and close your mouth a few times before moving closer your despairing soulmate, and he immediately grabs your hips and buries his face into your stomach.

     "Please, please, don't push me away anymore. I'll do anything baby, I really will. Just not that. Please don't make me be alone, I can't even breath without you. It hurts so bad," his tearful mumbles and little hiccups break your resistance and you find yourself stroking through his hair while gently soothing him.

     "Shh, shh. You're not alone Paul, you still have the pack," he lifts his face from your now tear-sodden towel and the look of utter hopelessness steals both your words and your breath away.

     "It's not the same. Please (Y/N), you can't say you haven't felt it too. I just miss you so bad. I miss you sleeping next to me, and the way you smile and laugh at my dumb jokes. Please, I promise I'll be good."

      Damn, imprint.

     "Alright, Paul, I won't push you away anymore," He jumps up to pull you into his arms but you hold up a hand to signal that you weren't through talking yet. Paul's tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, nervously, and you have to look away to clear your train of thought.

     "We are going to set a few boundaries though." Paul nods enthusiastically and pulls you to sit next to him on the bed.

      "Number one, no more alcohol. You have no filter sober, so lets not test your motormouth anymore. Number two, no more degrading comments or orders. Last time I checked, I am not your bitch, so don't treat me like one. I'm not fetching you beers or being your punching bag for when you can't handle shit. Number three," You nervously glance up at his sincere eyes for this next one, "no sex. For a while." You can see his reaction, his form turning rigid. This one would definitely be a challenge, but hey it wasn't just going to be hard for him. Since Paul is no good at expressing his feelings, he often uses sex to communicate his inner emotions. So with no sex, he's taken out of his comfort zones and forced to man up and talk shit out.

     "I'm not just saying that to be a jerk, Paul. Believe me, it's hard for me as well. But even though my body physically reacts to you and the bond, I'm just not ready mentally to be intimate with you yet. You really hurt me, and distancing myself from the throes of passion is the only chance at salvaging this relationship." You finally look at him, gauging his reaction to whether or not to move any fragile items from his arms' reach. He stays tense for a moment, eyes burning a hole into your worn down rug but finally he turns to you with a guarded expression.

      "Alright. But with one condition," you raise your eye-brow and straighten your posture.

       "I get to sleep in your bed with you at night. Don't even look at me like that, I damn well know that you haven't slept well in days and neither have I. So before both of us lose our minds,  just concede to that at least." 

     You can't help the tick of your jaw as you catch the slight order, but you know he's right and his cocky ass already knows it too.

      "Glad to see the confident side of you again love," you roll your eyes, " _fine,_but no funny business Lahote. I mean it."

      Before he could say anything else, you pull your clothes to your chest and walk into your bathroom. Paul shakes his head with a chuckle and a small smile, hopeful that he and you were on the right track again.

     "Wouldn't dream of it baby!" He calls as he finally relaxes into your blankets, the smell of you instantly chasing away the dark loneliness that he's been plagued with ever since the night he fucked up. And even though you're trying to restrain yourself from jumping back into the madness that is Paul Lahote, you allow your self a similar hopeful smile in the bathroom mirror.

     The right track indeed...

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For love hate f*****g heartbreak I’m always a slut for a happy ending and I’m sure whatever you come up with will be great!! :)

Aren't we all?😍❤ Thank you so much, love!

NSFW ALPHABET: Malachai

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Malachai x Reader

*TRIGGER WARNING: MANIPULATION, DRUGS,HUMILIATION,DEGRADATION, CUSSING, MANIPULATION, SADISM, NON-CONSENT ELEMENTS( You not being wet)*

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Can you please please please do a second part to Love, Hate, F*****g heartbreak?💕💓

For some reason, I’m arguing with myself over where I want part 2 to go.... like makeup sex or crying... Idek but once I sort it out I’ll post it ASAP XOXOXOX If anyone have any suggestions, let me know!

Me and all the other Jugpea shippers a bit starved so is it okay for a nsfw alphabet for them too? If you don’t mind...

I can def. attempt this, it may take a little while though Xoxoxo

could you do a Sheriff Keller NSFW alphabet? :)

Yup, it’s already being planned! It may be one of the last chapters though, so it may take a little while! XOXO

NSFW ALPHABET: FP JONES II

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: FP Jones II x reader

VERY NSFW 18+ CONTAINS GRAPHIC GIFS AND LANGUAGE

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Writing Headcanons

Normal Person: Writes like three sentences for each bullet point. Stays concise on the topic.

Me: Bullet points... what bullet points? Ends up writing a one-shot. Who am I writing this for again? Oh well...

NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

NSFW Alphabet: Sweet Pea

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

VERY NSFW!!!!!!!!!

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Love, Hate, F*****g Heartbreak

Tumblr: Pretty-restless-insomniac

AO3: The_Pretty_Restless

Pairing: Paul Lahote/ Reader

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: Cussing

Summary: When you found out about the wolves and having a soulmate, it seemed that for once in your life things were finally looking up. But not everyone is grateful for the imprint, and eventually all the resentment and anger comes out leaving you devastated and wishing that you never even met the asshole Known as Paul Lahote.

Author Note: Hi Everyone! This is just a little angsty drabble that came to me in the middle of the night. Please do not repost, This is also one my Archive of our own profile. The  username is The_Pretty_restless and I would love to have you come check out my other works! Let me know what you think!

     You sigh as you retrieve yet another beer for Paul, and Emily glances at you from her place at the sink.

    "Has anything got better with..." She trails off into a hushed tone and her eyes motioned to Paul sulking at the dinner table. No doubt they all could hear you, hushed tone or not, so for now it's easier to avoid conflict and lie.

    "Yeah. Somewhat." You struggle with the bottle opener, becoming anxious as Emily's stare burns into your back. You wish you could just break down and tell her everything, about the endless tears and harsh attitudes. Your hands start to shake as you will yourself not to cry but a soft hand on your shoulder nearly breaks you.

    "I got this honey."

    Emily finally opens the beer and you hurry to get it to your infuriating boyfriend. Paul glares at you and snatches the bottle when you get closer.

    "Took you fucking long enough." You bite your tongue, not having enough energy to snap back. You can see the pack glance at each other, some nervous and some annoyed. Kim smiles at you from her place on the couch and waves you over.

    "Hey (Y/n), would you mind braiding my hair. I love when you do that." You smile gratefully at Kim for giving you a task to distract your self from the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes.

    Playing with Kim's hair is just as soothing as someone doing it to you and you finally release your tense muscles. Kim babbles on about different classes she's thinking about taking at college, but you can't help but to turn your attention to the boys at the sound of Embry's voice,

    "All you assholes are really lucky to have imprinted," he gestures to Paul Same and Jared. "Aside from this poor bastard," he smirks at Quil who returns his comment with a middle finger.

    "I don't know, I mean, it's odd to think that our soulmates are out there and we have to just change our lives for them. Like what if they're married or have kids, what the hell do we do then?" Jake quipped.

"Well, I know I can't wait to meet my imprint," Seth grins down at his plate.

    Paul scoffs and sets his beer down, nearly knocking it over in the process.

    "Imprinting is nothing to look forward to. It's a sudden shitload of feelings for a stranger that you wouldn't even fucking notice before you went all teen-wolf type of shit. As if life wasn't already fucking hard enough."

    He drunkenly grimaces and downs the rest of his beer. Everyone goes still and turns to where you're braiding Kim's hair on the couch. You don't dare to cry, but that doesn't mean you're going to take the shit he's saying either. Drunk or not. You gently push Kim forward to stand and move around to behind Seth, setting a gentle hand on his shoulder. The boys glare at Paul, but you meet each of their eyes silently assuring them that you could hold your own. Paul glares back at them, daring them to say something. Seth shifts to look up at you, grabbing your hand.

    "I'm so sorry (y/n) for bringing it up."

    You give Seth a soft smile and run your hand through his newly cut hair. You set your jaw and pull on your best poker face when you lift your eyes once again to your asshole soulmate.

    "Don't be sorry Seth, he's right. How silly to think a girl of my low status could ever deserve someone as righteous as the fucking king sitting right there," Emily grimaces at your cuss word and you smile apologetically at her for a second.

    "I am so sorry that you didn't get a choice on who you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life, Paul." You muster as much venom as you can into that simple statement.

    Paul leans back in his chair and decides to interrupt you, clearly losing control of his anger.

    "What? So now I can't even speak my fucking mind. See, Seth, this is what I'm talking about. Once you imprint its like you lose your fucking balls right then and there. You go from a proud wolf to a fucking lap dog on a shitty leash!"

    "Paul, shut the fuck up." Leah apparently reaches her limit and gestures for you to continue.

    "A lap dog, must you always be so dramatic? Oh, shame on me! Who would ever want a relationship that they literally knew was fate? One that was truly meant to be. But no, the spirits have cursed you with a girl who already loves you endlessly. I fucking worshiped the ground you strut on Paul, I've been there for you, being the Imprint I thought I was meant to be. And it's not a fucking leash Paul, it's respect for the person you're in a relationship with," you take a breather and blink away the tears in your eyes.

    "You sure don't mind the imprint when you're profiting from it. You're selfish and a bully and I wish I could leave your ass stranded somewhere or run you over with my car, but even the thought of hurting you is killing ME right now. I don't know why I'm not enough for you, but from this point on I'm done apologizing for it. When you regret this later, I hope the guilt eats you up and spits you out because I've been walking on egg-shells up to now trying to be the perfect girl for you. At least now I know for sure that you will never love and value me as much as I do you. I'm finished being the only one fighting for our relationship. I know it would kill you to stay away from me physically, but emotionally and mentally, we've never been so far apart."

    You're proud to have finished speaking without a single tear shed, but you hold your breath waiting for Paul's reaction. Quil breaks the suffocating silence by standing from the table applauding, at least before the death looks you all give him has him retreating back into his seat. Paul's eyes go nearly black and you try not to flinch as he suddenly pushes away from the table. All the dishes would have hit the floor from the force if not for the fast acting werewolves sitting around. And when Paul takes a step towards you, Embry Jake and Leah jump up to put themselves between you and him. It infuriates Paul, how dare they step in between him and his MATE! He's ready to tear them to pieces, shaking violently when Sam cuts in.

    "ENOUGH. Paul go get your ass outside, when I come out there you're going to learn some respect."

    Even in his most primal state, Paul knows better than to disobey an Alpha's order. You watch as he stomps through the door to outside. You listen to him roar as he changes but all you feel right now is numb. Sam and Emily offer you their spare room, as does Kim, but you gently reject their offers. You do the same as each of the boys offer to drive you home, but no you tell them you simply would like to be alone to think. You go through the motions of everyone giving you hugs, each time it gets harder to hold back your tears. Emily's  motherly kiss on your head and Sam's bear hug is the hardest to resist, but soon you're in the confines of your car and driving away from the quaint little home.

    You're only 3 minutes down the road when adrenaline stops coursing through your veins. You pull to the side of the road as the tears blur your vision and the sobs rip from your throat. You've never been so angry and hurt, but most of all you felt scared. Scared you were stuck in this shitty relationship for the rest of your life, with somebody who didn't even want you- aside from forced emotions from a spiritual force. You scream and hit your wheel, you scream at Paul, at yourself you scream and sob till your voice is course and your throat is sore.

    You don't see the silver wolf watching you from the dark woods around your car. But he hears every word every gut clenching sob, and it's like a knife to his heart. Paul knows he fucked up, of course he didn't mean any of the nasty things he spewed, but that thought doesn't quell the nauseousness in his stomach at making you cry. He wants to phase back  and rip your car door open to pull you into his arms. He wants to kiss those tears away and chase away all the betrayal you're feeling right now, but he has a lesson to learn. His wolf wants nothing more than for Sam to kick his ass right now, but only after he makes sure you're going to be okay to go home.  

    You're reduced to a hiccuping mess when your vision clears, and you reluctantly begin the drive home ready to crawl into your bed and sleep this mess away. As you drive off into the night, you can't help the stray tear that falls as you hear a pained howl that echos down to your very core.

If looks could kill...

*Not my photo, found on web

eddie: what about you rich? what are you afraid of?

richie: clowns

pennywise, somewhere in the void: well that’s pretty con-fucking-venient

Pepto (It 2017) Pt. 3

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too...

Part One     Part Two

     Instead of getting angry he turns to grab your face gently and kiss you very delicately but passionate at the same time. You pull away lightheaded and laugh when he is begging with puppy eyes.

     "Oh alright but hurry because if you're not in this car by the time I come back consider yourself deserted."

     He laughs in glee and gives you a quick peck on your lips before sprinting out of your car. You roll your eyes at his antics and scurry off to find the restroom.

     After you finish up you run into the mini-mart and grab a thing of Pepto-Bismol because you know your lover more than he knows himself.

You can't even stand regular puke, let alone a demon clown who eats children's puke...

YUCK!

Penny's already in the car when you are coming back. As soon as he see you his face lit up with a genuine smile, not just a creepy perverted one.

You feel your heart swoon and you couldn't help but return one of your own. You ask if he's okay and once you're ready you head back out on the road again.

Not even 15 minutes later and Penny is groaning in pain and looks pretty green. You wordlessly fish the Pepto out of its bag and toss it into his lap.

He gives you an incredulous look almost refusing to take it. You plead with him to try it.

"Penny please trust me, it'll make you feel better I swear. I just can't stand to see you in pain so please take it for me." You use puppy eyes to really hit the point home.

He growls and scowls at you as he rips the cap off and pours half the bottle into his mouth.

He reacts right away, refusing to swallow it and almost spitting it everywhere.

"PENNY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T FUCKING SWALLOW IT I WILL PULL THIS CAR OVER AND PUSH YOUR ASS OUT UNTIL YOU SUCK IT UP AND JUST DRINK IT. DON'T TEST ME!"

You continue to bellow at him up until he begrudgingly swallows it all while making dramatic faces and fake gagging noises.

You can't help but giggle at him because his reaction is just too comical.

He sees you laughing at him so he turns and faces the window, pouting. You both drift into a comfortable silence until Penny's creepy staring disrupted it.

"Is there like something on my face because you're freaking me out," you giggle again as you nervously watch him from the corner of your eye. He grins at your comment but then continues to fidget in his seat, looking like he's having an internal battle about something.

"Thank you," he muttered it very quietly but you heard it and your mouth dropped open.

1.) Penny NEVER says thank you, in fact, you don't think he ever has.

2.) The poor guy is so embarrassed and it does show he has potential to be sweet.

"No problem sweet pea, told ya it would work." You winked at him and he reached over to grab your hand in his before dozing off (while purring like a cat you notice) in his seat.

You smile never wanting this moment to end... You could get used to this.

Pepto (IT 2017) Pt. 2

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Rating: M

Warning: Language

Summary: Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too...

Part One    Part Three

His eyes soften and you catch a sight of his regular baby blue eyes, but then the stone cold orange ones are back in their place. His face twists into a sneer and you're dropped to your knees taking labored breaths.

"Don't fucking forget it."

Sobs wrack through your body from the harsh trauma. You nearly jump out of your skin when your phone in your back pocket starts to vibrate with an incoming call.

Your hands tremble as you check the caller I.D., and you find yourself thanking God for your screen not being broken from the drop. Your eyes dart up to assess the look on Penny's face before you pull yourself together enough to answer your sister's call.

"Hey Sarah. What? No, I haven't been crying, just allergies. Yes, I'm sure I'm fine. How's Ella's first week at home going? I can't wait to meet her, I'm so sorry I haven't visited sooner. Alright, I'm heading out now is there anything you want me to grab on the way? Okay, you're sure? I'll call you when I'm almost there, tell Ella Auntie (y/n) is on her way. I love you too, bye."

All traces of anger of anger dissipates from Penny's face, a giant grin takes its place.

"Why didn't you just say so (y/n)? We all know how much I love kids," He playfully snaps his teeth at you.

You sit there in shock, You didn't want him anywhere near Ella but you know its a lost cause to persuade him to stay here. Penny scoops you off the ground and places you in the driver's seat while he joyfully skips to the passenger side.

"As much as I love you on your knees (y/n), we got places to go and babies to eat - WHOOPS meant to meet... sorry," He breaks out into laughter and suddenly you're tempted to just cancel the trip altogether. Penny sees the horrified expression on your face and laughs more.

"Lighten up (y/n), it was a joke! I don't like babies too much, you can't scare them like you can with older kids. I accept no younger than 3 years old," he proudly states and you feel like you're going to vomit.

This is going to be a long ride.

"Where does your wonderful sister live? Is it near a park or perhaps a daycare?"

You ignore the sick son-of-a-bitch and instead focus on plugging in the address on your GPS. You sigh when you see just how long it will actually be.

"Its about 7 hrs away, so I suggest you get comfy."

~4 HOURS LATER~

You want to rip your hair out of your fucking head. Its been nothing but complaining with Penny.

'Are we there yet?' 'I'm hungry.' I'm bored.' He caused you the miss your exit like three times and now you reached your breaking point because you really need to pee.

You sigh from relief as you pass a sign mentioning a rest stop in half a mile. After you pull into a spot, you turn to tell Penny that you'll be right back but he's practically hanging out the window watching some kids throwing a ball around in a grassy area.

"No you are so not gonna eat those kids. We don't have time and I KNOW if you eat before driving again that you're gonna get carsick."

He looked at you with narrowed eyes,"Foolish human, I have been on this planet for a very long time I think I would know when to eat and when not to."

You throw your hands up, "Fine be my guest. But don't be pissed when I leave your ass here because there is no way I'm waiting for you to make those poor kids into a happy meal."

You stop and begin to panic at heating the biting tone you've used. Fuck you and your mouth.

Pepto (IT 2017 ) Pt. 1

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Rating: M

Warning: Language

Summary: Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too...

Part Two    Part Three

You huff and puff as you struggle to lift your suitcase into your very tiny trunk. You give another push with all your might and you let out a triumphant noise as you can finally close your trunk and be on your way.

You never told Penny that you were leaving, but you assure yourself that he is far too busy to even care that you'll be gone. As you try to find your keys to lock your trunk, your entire purse falls off your shoulder and spills all of its contents onto your driveway.

You release a loud groan of frustration and a few mumbled curses as you drop to your knees to clean up the mess.

You try to hastily just shove it all back into your bag. As you reach for your sunglasses, a very tall shadow falls over you and then a white-gloved hand snatches your sunglasses before you can.

You lean upon your heels and meet the gaze of a certain clown who is already deviously smirking at you.

"Tsk, tsk (y/n). You're such a clumsy girl, worse than a babe trying to walk."

Penny's face makes it clear that he is mocking you, so now your cheeks flush red with embarrassment. You avert your gaze to your lap, bracing yourself for more laughter at your expense.

You jump when Penny suddenly squats in front of you and cups your cheek in his hand. It takes a moment for you to respond, but you nuzzle into his palm.

You savor both his smell and his warmth. He always goes out of his way to smell like your favorite carnival treats: cotton candy, popcorn, and freshly made funnel cake.

Penny responds with a gentle purr and pulls you into his lap, He buries his head into your neck while you snake your arms up to play with his eccentric hair. You hum in content just enjoying his embrace.

"Anything you need to tell me (y/n)?"

You pale as you realize that he already knows you are leaving, and you know Penny always assumes the worst. You doubt you could reason with him at all right now, the anger is practically oozing off of him.

You argue with yourself whether it matters to try to tell him the truth, but unfortunately for you the clown takes your silence for a confession.

You notice almost immediately Penny growing very rigid and his arms growing tighter and tighter. Breathing is getting hard for you so with tears running down your face, you beat on his shoulders. Panicking that this time he will actually kill you.

He lets out a feral roar before releasing you from his grip. You scramble as fast as you can away from him, but only a few feet because you know if it looks like you're going to run, he will chase you and you can't possibly comprehend the torture you would go through when he catches you.

You wince as you notice how bad your ribs hurt, you will be black and blue tomorrow. That is IF you make it to tomorrow. Penny slowly rises to his tall height and he looks as if he is stalking his prey.

You hear the popping as his black claws push through his gloves, and suddenly you know how the kids feel before he eats them. Your head whips around to look at all the other houses on the street. You pray someone will at least try to save you, but you know it won't happen.

'Its no use,' you think, 'they only see what he wants them to see.' This whole damn town is cursed and all you could do is tremble. Penny sniffs around and picks up traces of your fear, becoming even more feral than before. He lets out a throaty moan that trails off into a demented giggle.

"Naughty, naughty little (y/n). You thought in that pathetic little mind of yours that you could pull a fast one over on Ole' Pennywise? You thought you could leave me!"

Penny roars until you are sure your ears are bleeding. You quickly try to open your mouth and explain but he decides to make the next move instead.

Penny jumps at you and lifts you by the throat until your face is equal to his.

"You've seemed to have forgotten your place, pet. You only breathe because I allow you to. You've only made it this far because offer the one thing that is very hard, for a sewer clown like myself, to find. A good fuck. That's all you're good for you little whore. The moment you bore me is the moment I will devour your tasty, tasty flesh."

You can tell he is thinking of all the ways he could feast on his precious pet, from the waterfall of drool coming out of his mouth and the way his eye drifts off.

"Yes... yes. Pennywise will enjoy eating you. You're too good to float," laughs like a maniac, "your fear is the most delicious I have ever encountered."

Your gasps for air reel him back into reality and you watch his bright red-rimmed eyes refocus. He brings you closer till you are nose and nose and his signature smirk is back on his face.

"Now be a good girl (y/n), and tell me who's you are," He pants into your face.

You kick your feet through the air as to fight to remain conscious, but you manage to gasp out a single word.

"Yours."