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jughead jones x sweet pea summary: a soft jughead upset over his drunk dad, ft. comforting sweet pea a/n: I did this sorta pre-relationship, and it’s like 1:30 in the morning and this was the first thing that popped into my head. I feared if I didn’t write it now, I never would, so I hope this is enough for you. If ya’ll have any other requests, please send them here! 

Once FP was tucked soundly into his bed, face shoved deep into the pillows, Jughead finally relieves himself of his duties and retires to the couch with a tired sigh. How close had they come? How close had he come? And stupidly, he believed that a retirement party at a bar of all things was a good idea – no matter the turn out, not matter how carefully conducted, the same result was bound to happen.

Things could’ve be mended, Jughead was sure of it. There were always so many possibilities for FP Jones, and he refused them all. All except for one.

Jughead looks to the fridge, wondering if there’s any leftover bottles in the shelves. He pulls his beanie from his head, stands, and trudges his feet along the carpet. He cleared as many empty bottles as he could from the living room table, and kitchen table, and then made his way over to pull the lever open on the fridge door.

Sure enough, another six pack nestled in the bottom corner, untouched, but surely waiting in anticipation to be drank by the drunk knocked out on the couch. Jughead peers over the window into the living room, ensuring there were no signs of his rise as he cracked them open, one by one, and tipped them upside down to drain down the sink.

While he waited for them to empty, he treated to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into something with longer sleeves. A colourful reflection caught his attention through the bathroom window; he dropped the toilet seat down and stepped up out of curiosity.

Brilliant arrays of blues, reds and purples illuminated the tiny courtyard between the gathering of trailers. Jughead’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, wondering which Serpent could possibly be the culprit. Then, he chuckled once at the thought. A Southside Serpent unwinding his or her day with a lightshow.

After another minute of watching the lights swirl intricately, Jughead began to lower himself back to the floor before a movement pulled his attention to the door of the trailer. The figure was bent over, dark silhouette hard to make out until they stood and descended their stairs.

Jughead watched Sweet Pea carry two blue bins of recycling down into the pit, green hoodie three sizes too big for his already large frame. He jumped down from the toilet seat, quickly gathering the cans from the sink to toss into his own bin, slipping his feet back into his boots. He tried his best to keep the squeak of the door as quiet as he could as he exited, happy to see that the teen had noticed him, too.

Sweet Pea plopped onto the wooden steps of his own trailer, sliding over far enough to give Jughead enough room to join him.

“Sweets,” he greeted after sorting the empties. “What’s up with the light? You strip on the side, or something?”

“Just listening to music.”

Jughead nodded once, fingers absently folding and unfolding. “You left the Wyrm a little late. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The step was damp, but Jughead didn’t mind. The chilling air, however, was a few degrees colder than he anticipated. “Open bar means a good time.” The Serpent replied nonchalantly. “I have a data management midterm Monday, and I need to study or I’m gonna totally bomb so I’ll be up for a while anyway. Shouldn’t you be in?” He inquired, leaning closer to bump their arms together.

Sweet Pea watched Jughead’s shoulders slump forward in defeat, raven curls falling over his already saddened eyes. There’s a brief moment where he envisioned reaching out to pull them away from his face, but quickly dismissed it.

“Long night. Tall Boy wouldn’t let the party die, so the party moved back here. Everyone’s gone now, and dad’s passed out, I was just cleaning up the trailer … ” he trailed off quietly, fidgeting the frayed threads on his sleeve.

Guilty, Sweet Pea turned his head to look down at the teen, thinking about how he had been the first to order a round of shots – one of which FP shot down whilst staring his son straight in the face. At the time, Sweet Pea hadn’t thought anything of the disappointment that shot across Jughead’s face. Thinking back now, his skin felt warm and stomach pooled nervously. “I’m sorry, Jones.” He breathed, unsure of what else he could really say.

“What? You don’t have to –”

“But I do. I … I called that first round. It completely slipped my mind that he wasn’t supposed to have anything to drink.”

Jughead dismissed it with a wave of his hand, hugging his knees up to his chest with a loud exhale. “It’s not that he’s not allowed. It was more that he said he wasn’t going to … and he did.” He began to felt his lip tremble, burning sensation building behind his closed lids as he let his face fall forward into his arms. He was careful with keeping his words clear and concise. “And I made a mistake, one he won’t let me fix, one he’s hellbent on fixing himself. All while jeopardizing everything, and for what?”

The Serpent gnawed on his inner cheek. “You wanna come in?” He offered, jerking his thumb to the half open door of his own trailer. “It doesn’t smell like booze.” He added.

Jughead didn’t even think twice before he was standing on his feet, following Sweet Pea into his home. It hadn’t been the first time he’d stayed the night, certainly wouldn’t be the last, he was sure.

He was familiar with the tweed couch, and itchy blanket, but had grown fond of the scent that lingered on the pillow Sweet Pea pulled from his own bed. But tonight he noticed that the area had been rearranged; he examined the furniture, new positions of the couch gave him a full view into the bedroom on the other side. He noticed that the lights were coming from a disco looking ball in the corner, and the gentle melody of something from Sweet Pea’s playlist came from the speaker of his phone it the other room.

“You know, if this keeps happening,” Sweet Pea gestured to outside and across the courtyard where Jughead’s own trailer sat, “My couch is always free – or my bed, if you’re here for more than a night in row.”

Jughead couldn’t help but smile. It was a thoughtful gesture, he decided, knowing that Sweet Pea was willing to offer up his own comfortability for him. From the moment he had met the Serpent, he had been shown a great deal of kindness. Or at least what he considered to be kindness, but he was sure that underneath all of the barriers and guards Sweet Pea had thrown up, there was a genuinely good hearted kid inside.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jughead mused with a smile, tucking his feet under his legs.

Sweet Pea busied himself with tidying up the rest of the space – not that Jughead cared if it were messy. Sweet Pea might have been the neatest teenage boy he knew. After a while, lights began to be flicked off, and Jughead nervously took his bottom lip between his teeth.

The Serpent noticed Jughead’s sudden change, and left the light on over the stove. He grabbed two cans of Cola from his mini fridge and wandered back over into the living room with a grin that stretched ear to ear. “Thirsty?”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he took the can, wrapping both hands around its cold aluminum. “You don’t have to stay up with me.”

Sweet Pea shook his head, tugging half of the blanket over his thighs. “I know what dads can be like, and I know what alcoholics are like. Neither are easy to deal with.” He shrugged, leaning his frame against Jughead. “I just don’t want you to have to feel like you’ve gotta deal with that shit alone anymore.”

Jughead finally lifted his eyes to meet Sweet Pea’s, a look of wonderment taking over his features. There was something about his hooded lids and dark lips that felt so dangerously inviting, Jughead had to force himself to swallow back the lustful thoughts of surging forward to capture them with his own.

Oh, how he wondered what they’d taste like.

Sweets, not oblivious to Jughead’s hesitation, placed a comforting hand over his knee and squeezed tightly in reassurance, “A Serpent never stands alone. I’ll take care of you. You took care of us.”

A moment of silence hung between them. Uncertain of what he should say, Jughead placed his Cola on the coffee table and turned to face Sweet Pea. Then, he threw his arms over the Serpent’s shoulders and pulled him close, breathing in the leftover cologne from the retirement party. And there was no moment of hesitation when Sweet Pea’s arms returned the gesture, winding tightly around his waist to hold him close, tightly enough as though he were holding him together.

And in that long singular second, the bond that had been formed between the two teens solidified; there were now feelings of mutual respect, a foundation of trust, and perhaps even a ground of understanding.

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Enjoy this snippet of Part 2 of my oneshot "Ne'er a Fear of Drowning"

“Gah-! Fuck!!” Snotlout hissed as Eret pinned his hand to the table with a thunk. The small gathering of vikings around him cheered, some threw their hands up in defeat as Eret claimed another arm-wrestling victory. 

“That’s three for me,” Eret proclaimed, releasing Snotlout and turning to his small crowd of gamblers, “Eret, Son of Eret remains undefeated!” 

He was met with slaps on the back and roars of approval. 

Eret and Snotlout’s Arm-Wrestling-Feud had become an almost nightly event over the last couple of days. Ever since they had first tried to out-dance each other in the Great Hall nearly a fortnight ago,  it was the evenings in Toke’s Tavern that had occupied Eret’s thoughts the most. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Astrid had cooed when he’d passed her in the stables earlier that day.

“Definitely all the stone I have to transport to the west-side this morning,” Eret had shot back playfully. 

Eret gulped down the rest of his mead now, as he accepted another tankard from one of his supporters. It tasted sweeter these days. “I believe I’ll be accepting my gold now?” Eret smirked at Snotlout, who was shaking his head at him in mock-disbelief. 

“Snotlout, what’re ya doin’, boyo?” an older man, Snotlout’s dad, if Eret recalled, slammed a fist across from them, making rings form in their mead. “Jorgensons don’t lose.”

Snotlout rubbed his hand, looking down at his father’s words, lips tightening. Eret paused. He wasn’t about to admit to Spitelout, in front of the people who had placed bets on them, that they’d been amping up the theatrics of their matches to garner a crowd. Eret turned abruptly, “What do you say, Jorgenson? Best of five?” He placed his elbow back on the table, fingers outstretched.

Snotlout’s eyes flashed his signature blue flame, “Oh, it’s on, Son-of-Eret,” He smirked. 

Their hands clapped together as Sigrid the Solid, their referee, reinstated the rules for newcomers with her hands on theirs to ensure no foul play. Once bets were placed, most of them in Eret’s favour, Sigrid lifted her hands from theirs, howling to start the match.

Snotlout’s muscles tensed as he wavered against Eret’s force. He didn’t go down easy, Eret gave him that. Although tonight, he seemed distracted. 

“You don’t normally lose this much,” Eret smirked, “It’s almost impressive.”

“Stop batting your big brown eyes at me, then maybe I won’t,” Snotlout grit his teeth. This time he was staring almost intently at their fists, whereas before his gaze had wandered. Eret huffed at the remark. He was going down. 

“Getting distracted?” Eret cocked an eyebrow. 

Snotlout grinned, “D’you want me to be?” 

They locked eyes. Eret’s heart leapt in his chest as he realised his hand was being lowered to the table, their hands warm in each other’s grip. He scoffed, “Hope you’re not trying to- mnh… fight dirty?” 

Sweat had formed on Snotlout’s brow, softly glistening in the torchlight. “And what would you do if I did?” 

 Eret looked down with a curled lip and exhaled, in fear he might catch flame. His eyes landed instead on Snotlout’s bicep, the muscle twitching and flexing underneath his skin. A map of Hookfang’s teeth littered it in ivory scars. Perhaps it was the mead, or the strength he had to use, but Eret felt the heat inside him rise. Gods, he thought,  I might actually catch fire. 

Although his arms looked soft, when Snotlout’s arm flexed one could notice it was all muscle. Years of wrangling a five-thousand pound dragon could do that to a man. 

Eret’s heart dropped as he felt the back of his wrist press into the wooden table. Snotlout's sabotage had worked. The crowd around them, which had grown, gave a collective shout of surprise as Snotlout broke his losing streak. The Jorgenson stood on his chair and revelled in the praise, chanting his signature, “Snotlout Snotlout, oi oi oi! Take that, Son of Eret!”  

Eret rolled his eyes and leaned back in his stool. “Need I remind you, best of five?” 

“Oh- yeah! Right!” Snotlout scrambled back down. They locked hands once again. “You ready to lose again?” He drawled.

“Are you?”

“Alright, lads, you know the rules,” Sigrid boomed, “Round two in… three… two…-”

“-...Eret?” 

Eret pricked up at the voice. Snotlout instantly thunked Eret’s hand onto the table and the crowd roared, but the arm wrestle was now far down on his list of attention. He searched the crowd wildly, until his eyes picked a familiar face. Eret rose to his feet. His hand left Snotlout’s. 

It couldn’t be.

“Hey-? Hey, Eret,” Snotlout called, waving his hands in confusion, “You just lost on purpose?” 

Some of the crowd parted and turned to follow Eret’s gaze. Engrossed in the match, nobody except maybe Toke had noticed a group of strangers enter Toke’s Tavern. They held no weapons, but looked warily at the vikings, who gave cautious glances back. “Well, well,” Eret grinned in recognition, “Look what the yak dragged in.”

The leader of the group had a white fur that draped across his body, and his eyes glittered a dark blue. A beam spread across his wide face. “Eret , Son of Eret!” He bellowed, stepping forward with open arms, “As I live and breathe!”

“My friend, it’s good to see you!” Eret exclaimed, and rushed into the handshake, which turned into an aggressive embrace. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“Ahem!” Snotlout cleared his throat, appearing beside them almost as if he had jumped from one space in time to another. Eret pulled away, but didn’t take his eyes off his friend. “And just who,” Snotlout eyed up the stranger and jabbed a finger at him, “In the Nine Hels, are you?”

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Now I wanna watch the show 🤣🤣🤣🤣!!!

this scene is so fucking funny the english dub of this show is so good

do you have any sasunaru fic recs?

WELL, if this isn’t the question of the century huh. I can rec the same few that i repeatedly do and hope you haven’t read them before but it is slim god damn pickings for these boys 

my all time forever favorite re-read at least 8999 times fic, Baker’s Dozen- http://archiveofourown.org/works/135253

what isnt broken can still be fixed-http://archiveofourown.org/works/87075

in good company + the sequel (not finished but regularly updates and also murders my fucking ass) - http://archiveofourown.org/works/1084115/chapters/2179921

Baby Animals, Weddings, And Other Things Not Normally Associated With Uchiha Sasuke - http://archiveofourown.org/works/390357

an awkward position (this is actually about itachi and not really naruto and sasuke but its s good and also ace itachi rep w shark bf) http://archiveofourown.org/works/1103141

cultivate your hunger is an epilogue wound healer - http://archiveofourown.org/works/2589923

side note this is a fic i have been recced but have not yet read, so i have no idea if i will like it or if you will but its inosaku and sasnar http://archiveofourown.org/works/7933585

also the authors sowell (wrote T H I S W E S T E R N that i love) and brumalbreeze on ao3 have good stuff. Plus I always welcome u to feel free to stalk my ao3 bookmarks.. my username is cherryfizzies

OMG I loved watching Columbo as a kid late at night or while my mom braided my hair!! Which usually took all day and night lol 😆!!! She still does my hair and we still watch it sometimes!! She hates when I ask 20,000 questions though 🤣😂🤣!!

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