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(here’s a small snippet from the Swarchie fic I’ve been writing! I took a small break bc I had a university deadline a couple days ago, but I should have it done soon!)

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Archie Andrews was a mess. One, huge bisexual mess, and he was wishing he could drop dead where he stood.

Archie was confident in his sexuality, he knew he was bi. But this. This was absolutely unfair, and a personal attack.

..No he wasn't thinking about the fact that Kevin had grabbed and kissed him full on a few moments ago. That wasn't entirely unpleasant, even if it had been a littlesw hard and felt a little like a punch in the face.

Nope, his current issue was one particular Serpent.

Sweet Pea to be precise.

Sweet Pea wearing fucking eyeliner if we want to get even more precise. And holy shit if it didn't look good on him. It looked amazing.

Archie's attention for the most part was entirely on Sweet Pea throughout the performance, though occasionally being distracted by Kevin and his antics. He wasn't exactly being subtle about anything either. Archie Andrews was not someone known for his subtly.

He was especially sure he wasn't being subtle, judging by the fact that Sweet Pea had caught his eyes during the performance, and Archie had seen the smirk tug at the other teen's lip, Sweet Pea winking at him moments later.

Archie's face had lit up red quicky after, at the fact he'd been caught staring, ducking his head, finally finding the strength to pull his attention away from Sweet Pea properly - it didn't last very long though, and he went back to watching the Serpent perform. Partly also to ignore the knowing smile and look on Betty's face as she stood next to him, able to see her from the corner of his eye.

As the performance drew to an end, Archie had desperately tried to keep his eyes off of Sweet Pea for the during of the performance, obviously, to no avail, and everytime he'd looked up, Sweet Pea's eyes had been on him as well, watching him as he performed, leading Archie to become inevitably more flustered. 

He supported his friend, of course, but when Mr Honey came to break up the performance, he was almost relieved, and promptly fled from the music room as the rest of the students began to file out.

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Time for my weekly question of where the fUCK was Sweet Pea again this episode

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It’s 12:30am but I’m writing a fucking swarchie fic instead of sleeping.

It’s literally based around the fact that in the last episode Sweet Pea wore eyeliner in the song performance and he had nO RIGHT TO LOOK THAT GOOD

And about Archie having a bi crisis bc goddamnit he’s hot

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KEVIN!!

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Sweet Pea actually being a normal teenager in high school

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I’m honestly such a useless gay wanting content for my ship that even the bad quality image of Archie and Sweet Pea singing directly @ each other during Random Number Generation fuelled my swarchie heart lmao

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Harley Keener headcanons

Headcanons for the b o y. Mainly for writing and roleplay but also why not,

((Also some Parkner thrown in there))

- Harley has somewhat of a ‘bad boy’ exterior. Frequently wears leather jackets and the like, flirts a lot

- This boys sarcasm is off the charts

- It’s hard to have a decent conversation with him without some snarky comment thrown in there

- But on the inside he’s a huge technology nerd and kind of a softie

- He absolutely geeks out over the technology and stuff at the avengers compound

- Like when he walked in there for the first time he was in awe

- His eyes were lit up as he looked at the place

- He snaps out of it a couple seconds later and composes himself

- Likely doesn’t become a hero nor an avenger, but builds things like Tony did

- He doesn’t really care about being an Avenger anyways, it’s not his thing

- He doesn’t go to college or anything, he stays on building stuff

- He might as well live there

- He falls asleep in the lab enough times

- He loves building new technology and stuff for the Avengers

- The remaining Avengers kind of took him on after Tony’s death, after meeting him at the funeral and learning about his talents

- He definitely plays the occasional prank on them after joining

- He tries to pretend he doesn’t have favourites

- His favourites are one hundred percent Bucky and Wanda. They’re just so badass and fun to talk to

- He definitely enables Bucky when it comes to annoying Sam, by giving him ideas. The fighting is too hilarious to pass up the opportunity

- He also likes Thor, when he comes down to visit.

- He gets along with everyone else

- He still has somewhat of a child like innocence to him

- Tony visited him quite often

- He’s a cocky little shit, after all, Tony Stark visited him, praised him and taught him how to build things

- He definitely takes after Tony’s ego

- His relationship with Tony was somewhat of a loose father-son relationship? A lot more casual than Peter and Tony’s, almost bordering on more of a friendship

- He’d frequently make fun of Tony and jokingly call him names

- He hates talking about Tony’s death, he tries to avoid the subject at all times. It upsets him greatly and he doesn’t need anyone to see him cry.

- He’s definitely a disaster bisexual

- Makes inappropriate/flirty comments often

- He flirts with people often, sometimes genuinely but often jokingly - he doesn’t think they’d flirt/like him in return

- But if someone does flirt in response he becomes a bit of a flustered mess

- He wasn’t expecting that at all

- He definitely saw Peter as a rival for both intelligence and technology, and he was another kid who had Tony’s approval.

- Like, Tony spoke about Peter frequently and it made him a little jealous.

- Doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man. He genuinely believes Peter was on an internship.

- Which he was jealous about.

- He avoids Peter for a good week after meeting him

- He didn’t expect him to be so pretty. It’s unfair. Who gave him the right to be smart, talented and gorgeous?

- You know the meme of “I liked this person and didn’t know what to do so I wrote them a note that said ‘get out of my school’”?

- That’s Harley. That meme is Harley.

- He frequently messes with Peter’s tech.

- Partly because it’s funny to see his reactions, and partly because it means Peter will pay attention to him and have to come talk to him to fix it.

- And he’s cute when he’s mad.

- Someone help Harley, this boy does not know how to handle his crushes.

- He definitely ends up warming up to Peter a /lot/

- Harley is soft for this boy, that’s one hundred percent for certain.

- and then there’s Morgan

- He absolutely /adores/ her

- She’s like the little sister he never had

- He spends a lot of time with her. He met Pepper frequently when Tony visited him, or the other way around, and she grew fond of him

- So she insists he visits from time to time

- And then he just steals Morgan from her

- Like for the entire time he’s there

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"What if you're one of us, instead?"

A fic I wrote for this ship bc dammit no one else has written content for it so guess I'm just gonna start this train rolling (maybe)

Rating is mature I'd guess uwu

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"So, let's put it to a vote." Jughead spoke, his eyes sweeping over the room, at the certain Serpents and the wary looking Ghoulies - or Gargoyles now, he supposed.

"If it's not unanimous...there's the damn door." FP spoke, his eyes singling out Kurtz, who leered back at him.

For whatever reason, Kurtz seemed to intrigue him. Maybe it was how mysterious or closed off he was. How he was so willing to give up the immunity promised by the Sheriff - which most gang members would be insane to refuse, especially after what he'd done - just because he wanted to stick to his own rules.

"All in favour?"

Jughead watched, to no surprise, as all the Serpents raised their hands to agree to the vote. With a cough and a glare from Sweet Pea, the Gargoyles tentatively raised their hands. All bar from Kurtz, which once again, didn't really surprise him.

His eyes followed the male as he stood up, making his way out of the classroom without a second glance back. He was glad to see him go, he caused too many issues. But at the same time, he wished he'd stay, wanting to learn more about the mysterious former leader of the Gargoyles.

"Sweet. Do we get to carry guns?"

He turned his head to look at Sweet Pea, frowning.

"Absolutely not."

"No."

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Jughead rested his forehead on his palm as he sat in the office for the Blue and Gold. He'd planned on writing after school, but after the events of today, and the chaos, he found it hard to think, or type up anything that made any sense. All thoughts of his article he had been planning had been thrown out of his head.

He sighed, staring at his blank screen, before a hand came down, shutting it abruptly.

Jughead sighed, before looking up, surprised to see Kurtz standing there.

"What do you want Kur-"

"You really think.. you can take my gang from me, and then kick me out of it?"

"You agreed to join us. And it was <i>your</i> decision to leave anyways." Jughead replied, having now stood up, to face Kurtz properly.

"Your father was clearly trying to pressure me out," He spoke, staring at Jughead. "And I don't see why I should have to take orders from you."

"Because you're a Serpent, whether you like it or not. And I'm the Serpent King." Jughead stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kurtz let out a cynical chuckle, stepping forwards. "Are you sure about that? The Gargoyles outnumber you. So.. what if you're one of us, instead?"

Jughead narrowed his eyes as he stepped back a little, "In case it's slipped your mind, the Gargoyles were invited to join the Serpents. Which you agreed to." He took a couple steps forwards, walking up to Kurtz, and staring him down. "None of my Serpents will ever become Gargoyles, I know that for sure. They will not be corrupted."

"Cute, that you think your little gang are above us. Anyone can be corrupted," Kurtz drawled, his eyes flicking up to Jughead. "Besides, didn't you and your little group of Northside friends play G&G for a bit?"

Jughead huffed softly, feeling his face flush slightly from the cute comment - the action gaining a smirk from Kurtz, which didn't unnoticed, just ignored - "We were trying to get information. On why our parents played the game and the random murders that were happening."

"Sacrifices, would be the correct term."

"I frankly don't give a fuck about your stupid game terminology."

The two boys stared each other down for a bit, not saying a word, as if they were studying one another.

"Why are you so bothered about this anyway, you made a choice to leave. My gang no longer concerns you." Jughead stated firmly after a while.

Kurtz raised an eyebrow at him, "Whether or not you have the Gargoyles in your gang, they're loyal, loyal to G&G, doesn't matter about your immunity or not." He spoke. "And it concerns me when they're my former members." He spoke, stepping towards Jughead.

"Who knows," Kurtz said in a hushed voice close to his ear, "Maybe I'm just waiting for the opportunity to snatch my members back. Maybe I'll take a couple of your serpents with me too."

Jughead felt a shiver run down his spine as Kurtz spoke directly beside his ear, the feeling quickly washing away at the comment he made afterwards.

"My Serpents will never join your Gargoyles, or your stupid game cult." He growled out.

A lopsided grin found it's way to Kurtz face, as he idly moved his hand to mess with the strands of hair at the base of Jughead's neck, successfully making the Serpent falter in his retorts, simply staring at Kurtz, with a mix of anger, confusion, and something he couldn't quite read.

"Maybe I won't even have to convince them. I'm sure they'll follow their King anywhere. Perhaps I should be focusing on you," He spoke quietly, his voice full of thought.

Before Jughead could snap back at him, Kurtz had moved his hand to the back of his neck, using the position to drag him forward, connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

Jughead froze momentarily, his movements faltering as he just barely began kissing him back, before shoving him away, glaring at him.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it - he actually did, though he'd stubbornly refuse that he did - he didn't want to let his guard down.

"If that's your way of "convincing" me, then you're doing a pretty shit job at it." He spat out.

Kurtz leaned against the wall, a grin on his face. "Seemed like you were enjoying it to me, in my opinion."

"I've said it before and I'll say it again," Jughead started, "I don't give a fuck about your opinion." He spoke, trying to derive the conversation from the previous point.

"You're deflecting," Kurtz said with a smirk, "You never said you didn't enjoy it," He spoke, stepping back into Jughead's space, his face close to the Serpent's.

Jughead's mouth opened as if to protest, and face flushing a little, "I never said I did though." He huffed back, eliciting a laugh from Kurtz.

"Then why is your face so red?" Kurtz asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe because you just kissed me with no warning!" Jughead spluttered out.

"Oh so it'd have been okay if I'd have given you a warning?" He asked.

"No- that's not- God! You are such a nightmare!" Jughead said through gritted teeth.

Kurtz took another step back towards him, winding an arm round his waist as he smirked at him. "Doesn't look like this is bothering you too much."

Jughead glared at him, "You're so annoying," He muttered, not denying his claims.

Kurtz simply grinned again, leaning forward to kiss Jughead again, the Serpent not putting up a fight and kissing back, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Kurtz pulled him a little closer, his other hand resting on Jughead's hip, as Jughead used one of the hands in his hair to tug at it, the Gargoyle letting out a soft groan at that.

He bit down softly on Jughead's bottom lip, the male gasping softly, giving Kurtz the chance to push his tongue into Jughead's mouth, licking at his tongue.

Jughead let out a quiet moan, face heating up a little more, as Kurtz pulled back, taking in Jughead's appearance and smirking.

His beanie was askew, and his face was flushed a brilliant red, he looked extremely flustered.

Kurtz smirk widened a little, and he leaned forward to press a kiss against his neck, revelling in the soft gasp it drew from the Serpent.

He moved his way down to Jughead's collarbone, biting at it, and trailing his tongue over the spot, before lightly sucking at it, humming softly.

Jughead felt his face heat up even more, his breath coming out in soft gasps, as he bit his lip.

Kurtz pulled back, his hand trailing it's way up to Jughead's neck, rubbing his thumb over the spot, and the mark he'd left behind.

His eyes met Jughead's again, and he smirked, "I'll see you later Jones," He said quietly, before grabbing his bag and walking away from him, leaving the room.

Jughead stopped to grasp his breath again, leaning against the table. His eyes looked over at his reflection in the window, seeing the dark spot on his collarbone.

"Son of a bitch-!" He muttered, though he'd enjoyed the experience incredibly, before grabbing his own stuff, and heading home, wondering if he'd encounter Kurtz like this again, somewhat hoping for that.