#firefighter sweet pea

[llovelymoonn]

hey sweet pea, can we have a complication of poems/excerpts that make you fall in love with love and all mushy and gooey inside?

casey reiland my boss informs me that moose are dying \\ james baldwin if beale street could talk (via @morepeachyogurt) \\ virginia woolf the years (via @weltenwellen) \\ keaton st. james rural boys watch the apocalypse \\ sayaka saeki bloom into you \\ james baldwin giovanni's room \\ peter gizzi lines depicting simple happiness (via @typewriter-worries) \\ @typewriter-worries \\ lizzie cernik how we met: 'it's like waking up to sunlight every day. i yearned for a soulmate - and i've found her' (via @havingrevelations) \\ jules ryan gravecleaner: "bloodwater" (via @springmyth) \\ @nobaracore \\ ladan lakshiri what does love mean? see how 4-8 year-old kids describe love \\ svetlana alexeivich voices from chernobyl (tr. keith gessen) [lyudmila ignatenko speaking about her husband, deceased firefighter vasily ignatenko] (via @papenathys) \\ aimee nezhukumatathil lucky fish: "baked goods" \\ thomas campbell \\ @soracities \\ vladimir nabokov in a letter to his wife véra, jul 8 1926 (via @saintesorciere) \\ anne carson recreation \\ victoria hannan kokomo \\ victoria hannan kokomo

kofi

[ratsoh-writes]

Alright! Three new side characters as promised!!

Juniper:

Juniper is a brown furred wolf monster from nomadtale! She has teal magic/eyes and stands at a modest 5’8. She’s especially fluffy on her neck and chest and is quite proud of her beautiful coat. She’s 144 years old.

Juniper of course as a nomad monster spends most of her time taking commissions for enchanted tools. She’s best working with sticks, leather and grasses. She is known for weaving baskets that can keep food warm or frozen on their own. On weekends she works at peppers salon as a nail tech.

She’s very open about her attraction to her boss, to peppers annoyance lol. This doesn’t keep juniper from dating others however, and treats the flirting as more of a game nowadays lol.

Juniper is a confident playful wolf who’s ears are always perked for some juicy gossip lol. She has trouble keeping her tail still, it’s always wagging. If it is still, she’s either tired, mad or very very hungry.

Things she loves: nail art, basket weaving, ice hockey, ice fishing, the snow, colorful vests, pepper lol

Devi Thorns:

Devi Thorns is a spunion from horror farm. She has an olive green skin and bright fiery red orange magic. When upright, she normally stands at 5’4 but can stretch her roots up enough to reach 6’3 and still be balanced. She is 98 years old.

Devi is a firefighter stationed in Goldenvalley. She and the other firefighters at her station cover a lot of ground, including the edges of the surrounding mountains, so they are always on alert. She’s worked a lot with partner when he’s reported various fires started in the country.

Devi is pretty straightforward and honest, but that’s mostly cause she just has no sense of sarcasm. She much prefers dad jokes as a sense of humor. She’s a bit innocent and doesn’t pick up on when others are being rude, or when they’re trying to flirt.

She’s terrified of raptors and despite partner trying to help her overcome it, Devi still hasn’t worked up the courage to pet sweet pea.

Things she loves: goat milk and cheese, long hoodie dresses, riding horses, fireworks, whittling, Smokey the bear lol

Argo pantheon:

Argo is a sky serpent from outertale of course. He has blue grey skin-scales and royal purple magic. He’s medium for his subspecies, only 13.2 feet long. He is one of the youngest sky serpents currently around at only 137 years old.

Argo works on captain and hooks ship as one of the crew. He is one of the offensive team in charge of jumping ship and taking chase after any criminals they spot. When not doing that, he helps keep up with ship maintenance and sometimes delivers packages to other nearby ships if it’s something small.

Argo is serious and stoic when on duty, but cheeky and goofy when off it. He’s the kind of guy who would let little kids crawl all over him, but if any tone deaf adult tries it, he bites a finger off. He likes his personal space bubble. Kids are the only exception since he likes their innocent honesty.

Argo is quite close to captain and is one of the crew mates who helps him wrangle the rest when they’re on shore. However captain doesn’t let Argo in the captains room anymore after Argo and the ships kids decided to sneak in and prank him by leaving sticky notes over every surface of the room.

Things he loves: being the fun uncle on the ship lol, anything teriyaki, spear fishing, watching thunderstorms, playing chess, wrestling.

[rainbowmagicfairyfight]

Rainbow Magic Fairy Fight

Round 1

Round 1: Abigail the Breeze Fairy, Addison the April Fool's Day Fairy, Adele the Singing Coach Fairy, Aisha the Astronaut Fairy, Aisha the Princess and the Pea Fairy, Alexa the Fashion Reporter Fairy, Alexandra the Royal Baby Fairy, Alice the Tennis Fairy, Alison the Art Fairy, Ally the Dolphin Fairy (August 16)

Round 2: Alyssa the Snow Queen Fairy, Amber the Orange Fairy, Amelia the Singing Fairy, Amelie the Seal Fairy, Amy the Amethyst Fairy, Angelica the Angel Fairy, Anna the Arctic Fox Fairy, Annabelle the Drawing Fairy, Annie the Detective Fairy, Anya the Cuddly Creatures Fairy (August 17)

Round 3: Aria the Synchro Fairy, Ariana the Firefighter Fairy, Ashley the Dragon Fairy, Autumn the Falling Leaves Fairy, Ava the Sunset Fairy, Bea the Buddha Day Fairy, Becky the Best Friend Fairy, Bella the Bunny Fairy, Belle the Birthday Fairy, Bethany the Ballet Fairy (August 18)

Round 4: Billie the Baby Goat Fairy, Blossom the Flower Girl Fairy, Bobbi the Bouncy Castle Fairy, Bonnie the Bike-Riding Fairy, Brianna the Bee Fairy, Brooke the Photographer Fairy, Caitlin the Ice Bear Fairy, Callie the Climbing Fairy, Camilla the Christmas Present Fairy, Cara the Camp Fairy (August 19)

Round 5: Cara the Coding Fairy, Carly the Schoolfriend Fairy, Carmen the Cheerleading Fairy, Carrie the Snow Cap Fairy, Catherine the Fashion Princess Fairy, Charles the Coronation Fairy, Charlie the Sunflower Fairy, Charlotte the Baby Princess Fairy, Chelsea the Chimpanzee Fairy, Chelsea the Congratulations Fairy (August 20)

Round 6: Cherry the Cake Fairy, Cheryl the Christmas Tree Fairy, Chloe the Topaz Fairy, Chrissie the Wish Fairy, Clare the Caring Fairy, Claudia the Accessories Fairy, Coco the Cupcake Fairy, Coral the Reef Fairy, Courtney the Clownfish Fairy, Crystal the Snow Fairy (August 21)

Round 7: Daisy the Festival Fairy, Danielle the Daisy Fairy, Danni the Drum Fairy, Darcey the Dance Diva Fairy, Debbie the Duckling Fairy, Deena the Diwali Fairy, Demi the Dressing-Up Fairy, Destiny the Pop Star Fairy, Edie the Garden Fairy, Eleanor the Snow White Fairy (August 22)

Round 8: Elisa the Adventure Fairy, Elisha the Eid Fairy, Elizabeth the Jubilee Fairy, Ella the Rose Fairy, Elle the Thumbelina Fairy, Ellen the Explorer Fairy, Ellie the Guitar Fairy, Elodie the Lamb Fairy, Elsa the Mistletoe Fairy, Elsie the Engineer Fairy (August 23)

Round 9: Emily the Emerald Fairy, Emma the Easter Fairy, Erin the Firebird Fairy, Esme the Ice Cream Fairy, Esther the Kindness Fairy, Etta the Elephant Fairy, Eva the Enchanted Ball Fairy, Evelyn the Mermicorn Fairy, Evie the Mist Fairy, Faith the Cinderella Fairy (August 24)

Round 10: Fatima the Face-Painting Fairy, Felicia the Fidget Toy Fairy, Fern the Green Fairy, Fiona the Flute Fairy, Fizz the Fireworks Fairy, Flora the Fancy Dress Fairy, Florence the Friendship Fairy, Frances the Royal Family Fairy, Francesca the Football Fairy, Frankie the Make-up Fairy (August 25)

Round 11: Frenchie the Bulldog Fairy, Freya the Friday Fairy, Gabby the Bubble Gum Fairy, Gemma the Gymnastics Fairy, Georgia the Guinea Pig Fairy, Giselle the Christmas Ballet Fairy, Goldie the Sunshine Fairy, Grace the Glitter Fairy, Greta the Earth Fairy, Gwen the Beauty and the Beast Fairy (August 26)

Round 12: Hana the Hanukkah Fairy, Hannah the Happy Ever After Fairy, Harper the Confidence Fairy, Harriet the Hamster Fairy, Hayley the Rain Fairy, Heather the Violet Fairy, Heidi the Vet Fairy, Helen the Sailing Fairy, Helena the Horseriding Fairy, Holly the Christmas Fairy (August 27)

Round 13: Honey the Sweet Fairy, Hope the Welcome Fairy, Imogen the Ice Dance Fairy, India the Moonstone Fairy, Isabella the Air Fairy, Isla the Ice Star Fairy, Ivy the Worry Fairy, Izzy the Indigo fairy, Jacinda the Peace Fairy, Jade the Disco Fairy (August 28)

Round 14: Jae the Boy Band Fairy, Jasmine the Present Fairy, Jayda the Snowboarding Fairy, Jessica the Jazz Fairy, Jessie the Lyrics Fairy, Josie the Jewellery-Making Fairy, Jude the Librarian Fairy, Julia the Sleeping Beauty Fairy, Juliet the Valentine Fairy, Kat the Jungle Fairy (August 29)

Round 15: Kate the Royal Wedding Fairy, Kathryn the PE Fairy, Katie the Kitten Fairy, Kayla the Pottery Fairy, Keiko the Diving Fairy, Keira the Film Star Fairy, Kimberley the Koala Fairy, Kimi the Bubble Tea Fairy, Kitty the Tiger Fairy, Konnie the Christmas Cracker Fairy (August 30)

Round 16: Kylie the Carnival Fairy, Lacey the Little Mermaid Fairy, Lara the Black Cat Fairy, Lauren the Puppy Fairy, Layla the Candyfloss Fairy, Layne the Surfing Fairy, Leah the Theatre Fairy, Leahann the Birthday Present Fairy, Leona the Unicorn Fairy, Lexi the Firefly Fairy (August 31)

Round 17: Li the Labrador Fairy, Libby the Story-Writing Fairy, Lila and Myla the Twins Fairies, Lily the Rainforest Fairy, Lindsay the Luck Fairy, Lisa the Jelly Bean Fairy, Lizzie the Sweet Treats Fairy, Lois the Balloon Fairy, Lola the Fashion Show Fairy, Lottie the Lollipop Fairy (September 1)

Round 18: Louise the Lily Fairy, Lucy the Diamond Fairy, Lulu the Lifeguard Fairy, Luna the Loom Band Fairy, Lydia the Reading Fairy, Maddie the Playtime Fairy, Madeleine the Cookie Fairy, Madison the Magic Show Fairy, Maisie the Moonbeam Fairy, Mara the Meerkat Fairy (September 2)

Round 19: Mariana the Goldilocks Fairy, Marissa the Science Fairy, Martha the Doctor Fairy, Mary the Sharing Fairy, Maryam the Nurse Fairy, Maya the Harp Fairy, Megan the Monday Fairy, Meghan the Wedding Sparkle Fairy, Melissa the Sports Fairy, Melodie the Music Fairy (September 3)

Round 20: Mia the Bridesmaid Fairy, Michelle the Winter Wonderland Fairy, Miley the Stylist Fairy, Milly the River Fairy, Mimi the Laughter Fairy, Molly the Goldfish Fairy, Monica the Marshmallow Fairy, Morgan the Midnight Fairy, Naomi the Netball Fairy, Natalie the Christmas Stocking Fairy (September 4)

Round 21: Niamh the Invitation Fairy, Nicki the Holiday Camp Fairy, Nina the Birthday Cake Fairy, Nur the Vlogger Fairy, Olivia the Orchid Fairy, Orla the Inventor Fairy, Padma the Pirate Fairy, Paige the Pantomime Fairy, Paloma the Dodgems Fairy, Pandora the Poodle Fairy (September 5)

Round 22: Paula the Pumpkin Fairy, Pearl the Cloud Fairy, Penelope the Foal Fairy, Penny the Pony Fairy, Perrie the Paramedic Fairy, Phoebe the Fashion Fairy, Pia the Penguin Fairy, Pippa the Poppy Fairy, Polly the Party Fun Fairy, Poppy the Piano Fairy (September 6)

Round 23: Priya the Polar Bear Fairy, Rae the Rollercoaster Fairy, Rebecca the Rock 'n' Roll Fairy, Rihanna the Seahorse Fairy, Riley the Skateboarding Fairy, Rita the Frog Princess Fairy, Rita the Rollerskating Fairy, Robyn the Christmas Party Fairy, Rochelle the Star Spotter Fairy, Rosalie the Rapunzel Fairy (September 7)

Round 24: Rosie the Honey Bear Fairy, Roxie the Baking Fairy, Ruby the Red Fairy, Ruth the Red Riding Hood Fairy, Sabrina the Sweet Dreams Fairy, Sadie the Saxophone Fairy, Samantha the Swimming Fairy, Samira the Superhero Fairy, Sara the Party Games Fairy, Sarah the Sunday Fairy (September 8)

Round 25: Sasha the Slime Fairy, Saskia the Salsa Fairy, Savannah the Zebra Fairy, Scarlett the Garnet Fairy, Selena the Sleepover Fairy, Selma the Snow Leopard Fairy, Seren the Sausage Dog Fairy, Shannon the Ocean Fairy, Shelley the Sherbet Fairy, Sianne the Butterfly Fairy (September 9)

Round 26: Sienna the Saturday Fairy, Sky the Blue Fairy, Skyler the Fireworks Fairy, Sophia the Snow Swan Fairy, Sophie the Sapphire Fairy, Soraya the Skiing Fairy, Stella the Star Fairy, Storm the Lightning Fairy, Summer the Holiday Fairy, Sunny the Yellow Fairy (September 10)

Round 27: Susie the Sister Fairy, Tallulah the Tuesday Fairy, Tamara the Tooth Fairy, Taylor the Talent Show Fairy, Teri the Trampolining Fairy, Thea the Thursday Fairy, Tia the Tulip Fairy, Tiana the Toy Fairy, Tilly the Teacher Fairy, Trixie the Halloween Fairy (September 11)

Round 28: Tyra the Dress Designer Fairy, Una the Concert Fairy, Vanessa the Dance Steps Fairy, Victoria the Violin Fairy, Violet the Painting Fairy, Whitney the Whale Fairy, Willow the Wednesday Fairy, Yasmeen the Canoeing Fairy, Yasmin the Night Owl Fairy, Zadie the Sewing Fairy (September 12)

Round 29: Zainab the Squishy Toy Fairy, Zara the Starlight Fairy, Zoe the Skating Fairy (September 13)

[omniblades-and-stars]

🍌 🍓 🥭 🥥 peas for my ot3 (inonsi/nilea/lou) and korak because im rotating him rn

🍌~ What are your ocs weapon of choice and why? (if applicable).

Inonsi prefers lightweight pistols if she's going to have to use a weapon. She doesn't prefer getting into firefights or taking lives, though she's quite capable of both.

Nilea loves the M-99 Saber. "But Daisy!" You say, "that's a ridiculous fucking gun!" And to that I say shut up! It's a huge fuck off rifle for a tall and strong woman. Let her have her big fuck off rifle. (Yes this is just because I really love that gun in game, don't @ me.)

Lou carries an M5 Phalanx that she modified herself. It's lightweight, it's accurate and it just looks darn sexy strapped to her thigh don't you think?

Korak is a no guns guy. He's not strictly a pacifist, but he has never used a gun and never intends to use a gun.

🍓 ~ What item comforts your oc?

Inonsi I answered more in depth a little early, but the serious answer is a picture of her and Tertus.

Are spreadsheets considered an item for the purposes of this question? Nilea isn't really a comfort items kind of girl. But she does find organizing information and data entry a calming exercise.

Lou's comfort comes in the form of good food and some just downright terrible old harlequin style romance novels.

Korak's comfort comes in the prayers he says and also the insignia of Aumellio's regiment that he has from before the Reaper war.

🥭 ~ What person comforts your oc?

Inonsi doesn't currently have like ... a person. Unless I REALLY change some things in PtK (like putting Inonsi in this story at all). It was Tertus. She's not lonely though. She has friends, and finds a life of short, whirlwind romances and flings to be quite satisfying!

For Nilea prior to the events of PtK it is Yaeno. They're very good friends. Yaeno was there for Nilea when her mother died during the geth attack on the Citadel.

Lou's comfort person is her dad. Which is extremely very tragic considering what the whole premise of PtK. As I'm often saying, Sweet Baby Lou, I'm sorry for what I'm doing to you.

Korak's comfort person is his adopted daughter, Trisha, of course. ☺️

🥥 ~ What is your ocs favorite food?

Okay, I'm going to go with real human food that I can go eat right now because I don't have the brain juice for inventing alien cuisine.

Inonsi - Cotton candy.

Nilea - A good, well seasoned steak, rare, with a side of grilled vegetables and a good glass of red wine.

Lou - Bacon and waffles.

Korak - He wants the spiciest curry he can get his hands on please and thank you.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

065 of 2024

The Orange Survey 🧡

by joybucket

1. Do you like the color orange? I kinda have a love-hate relationship with it.

2. What is your favorite shade of orange? Neon orange.

3. What is your least favorite shade of orange? Metallic gold (does it count as orange?).

4. List three random things you like that are orange. Orange cats, tangerines, copper wires.

5. Which of these words would you say describes you best: awkward, outgoing, adventurous, silly, or boisterous? I'm torn between awkward and silly.

6. What is your favorite type of orange to eat? 🍊 Blood orange.

9. Have you ever had a close friend that was a natural redhead? 👩‍🦰 Yes, a girl names Beata. She was one of my best childhood friends for many years, but then, our ways just parted.

10. Who in your family is a natural redhead, if anyone? 🧑‍🦰👩‍🦰 No one, sadly. People in my family have either dark brown or dirty blonde hair.

11. Would you rather eat carrot cake, and orange creamsicle, or a mango popsicle? Carrot cake, I think.

12. Would you rather visit Ireland 🇮🇪, Ivory Coast 🇨🇮, or Niger 🇳🇪 ? Ireland. Wanted to do it long ago already.

13. Would you rather eat an orange 🍊 or a peach 🍑? Peach, definitely. I don't like oranges as whole fruits.

14. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. I had a neighbour who was in and out of the prison, but I've never visited him.

16. Have you ever hit an orange traffic cone with your car? No, thankfully I don't drive.

17. Would you ever dye your hair orange? Yeah, if I could reach that pretty copper shade.

18. List three things you dislike that are orange. Pumpkin, cantaloupe, sweet potato.

19. Which of these names do you like best for a girl: Peach, Clementine, Ginger, October, or Autumn? Clementine, definitely.

20. Which of these names do you like best for a cat: Peaches, Ginger, Pumpkin, October, or Orange Marmalade? 🐈 Ginger, but Peaches is cute, too.

22. Did you enjoy reading Anne of Green Gables when you were younger? 👩‍🦰 Actually, very much. Most of her adventures were really enjoyable.

25. What is your favorite way to eat carrots: in a cake, raw and dipped in ranch, or cooked and mixed pasta or rice along with other vegetables? Cooked with green peas. I could eat this mix every single day.

26. Are you wearing anything orange right now, and if so, what? No, I don't.

27. List three random things you own that are orange. Highlighters, index notes, some natural amber.

28. Do you remember drinking an Orange Julius as a kid? I've never heard of it, really.

29. Would you rather eat orange sherbet, peach pie, or orange yogurt? Orange yogurt sounds interesting.

32. Have you ever owned a pet goldfish? No, but we had other fish in the garden.

33. Would you rather eat yams, pumpkin pie, or orange chicken? Orange chicken.

34. Do you like apricots? Why not, they're not bad.

35. Which of these cartoon characters do you like best: Chuckie (from Rugrats), Chuckie (the killer), Ernie, Merida, or Tigger? Merida <3 she comes across as aroace to me.

36. Which of these names do you like best for a girl: Tangerine, Marigold, Sunshine, Sunrise, or Eliza? Marigold and Eliza.

37. Which of these names do you like best for a girl: Anne, Pippi, Ginny, Merida, or Tiger? Anne and Ginny.

38. Which of these names do you like best for a boy: Ron, Tiger, Ernie, October, or Storm? Probably Ron.

39. Do you like orange marmalade jelly on toast? Nah, I don't like marmalade.

40. Name three people you know who were born in the fall. 🍁 My dad (end of September), my uncle (his brother - born one day before my dad's birthday, so we often joke that my dad got a brother as a birthday gift), my team leader (half October).

41. Would you ever paint your bedroom walls orange? Why not, but like, pastel orange or something. I prefer light colours on the walls.

42. Which of these careers sounds the most appealing to you: Driver's Ed teacher, crossing guard, prison guard, firefighter, or voice of a cartoon character? Crossing guard maybe.

43. Which of these TV shows would you prefer to watch a marathon of, if you had to choose just one: The Wild Thornberrys, Rugrats, As Told By Ginger, The Flinstones, or Rocket Power? Out of these I'm familiar only with the Flintstones, so I would go with them, especially that they're funny.

44. Are you a fan of the spice Turmeric? Not really a fan, but I do like it in some food. 

45. Which of these names do you like best for a cat: Sunrise, Sunset, Sunshine, Marigold, or October? Marigold.

47. Do you own an orange sweater? Nope, I don't.

48. Do you enjoy shooting baskets? 🏀 Yeah. I used to be a semi-professional basketball player before I got diagnosed with my genetic disorder.

49. Would you rather eat Cheetos or Doritos? Cheetos.

50. Have you ever seen a real live fox in person? 🦊 Yes, a few good times.

[vvolfsbaneblooms]

♚ main ♚ bio ♚ face ♚ muse ♚ wishlist ♚

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it’s easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It’s also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, but in general, I write Fangs exclusively after his graduation from Riverdale High School. After that, I will most likely diverge from canon, since nothing gets old quicker for me in a thread than rehashing canon events as they happened.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Fangs with other Riverdale characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list.

OTPs: Sweet Pea, Toni Topaz, Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller, Joaquin DeSantos Possible Ships: most Riverdale muses

default verses:

college!verse: Fangs is a college student working on a degree in health sciences at the University of Pittsburgh.

canon (+/-): After college, Fangs returns to Riverdale to work as a volunteer firefighter and paramedic and manage the White Wyrm with Toni, where he's made Serpent King. He may or may not be in an open relationship with Toni and raising their baby.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

rivervale: A canon-divergent alternate dimension of Riverdale where supernatural elements are commonplace. Any supernatural crossovers will take place there.

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where the outbreak happens shortly after high school graduation. Fangs and Toni rally the Serpents to protect what's left of Riverdale.

[chrysallisthenum]

I just saw your firefighter sweet pea posts and I love them so much? Like holy shit we were ROBBED- and your take on it especially? I love it I want twenty. Now a small part of me craves Kindergarten teacher Jug and Firefighter Sweet Pea, like a season 5 au where Betty, Veronica, and Archie teach at the high school sure, but Jug is asked to teach the kindergartners and what do you know, class field trip to the fire station! (If this is the first time the two see each other since their meeting at the White Wyrm, can you imagine the meeting? So much potential. And if one of the little kids comes up and shyly tugs Sweet Pea’s pant leg, “Are you Mr.Jones’ husband?” Because little kids are PERSPECTIVE and they notice the longing looks.)

Alternatively an au with High School teacher Jug and Firefighter Sweet Pea, like the one @juggio came up with, fuck that’s genius too. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES and it was all thanks to your posts on firefighter sweet pea, I love it.

Oh my gOD!!! First of all, thanks for liking my prompt 💕💕 someone else came up with it though, so I can’t take all the credit haha (I’ve tried to find the post but it’s so far back I literally can’t,,,)

Second of all, I have to start with: I haven’t watched the fifth season lol. I want to wait until all the episodes are released so I can binge watch them all (I have no patience for waiting every week for one episodes 😌). I do however know these kids are somehow hired as teachers (like why,,, what were the adults thinking,, Archie started an underaged bdsm boys club, twice; Betty is borderline insane and should have stayed in her fbi job; jughead is... a gang leader; Ronnie.. is the sanest one and therefore should stay out of that town)

BUT I will go off the rails and say for the sake of fanfic these kids shall be teachers! I feel like Archie is definitely a PE teacher. Betty can either be that kindergarten teacher who hates kids but she likes them, you know, or made a subject teaching middle to high school students their basic civil rights. Ronnie is definitely a business and/or econ teacher, probably took up accounting too just to voluntarily add to her own stress. Jughead is either a tortured artist writer turned English writer in high school or decided to sign up as a kindergarten teacher cause he thought it was easier (it wasn’t).

Sweet pea decided to take up a job to become legitimate alongside his regular serpent night job and it was well known among the members hes a firefighter — and one of the best in riverdale too. Jughead though, went away and never looked back until he had to. Even while in Riverdale he kept his eyes away from the serpents and thus was thoroughly surprised when sweet pea showed up in front of Archie’s door, where he had been staying (jughead is crashing with Archie isn’t he??), in bright yellow uniform and a crying James in his arms and Thomas clinging to his leg.

This has been LONG, so I’ll stop there 🤧 the longing looks though,, the kids pick up on them real quick, like scary quick, cause jughead hasn’t even noticed himself even staring at sweet pea sometimes.

[k-evans-reads]

Playing With Fire

Chapter 5

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 7,096

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Angst.

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Chris glanced over his shoulder through the doorway into the bathroom as he folded Hazel’s small jeans, placing them in the laundry basket next to him on the floor of the hallway. His eyes darted to the small timer on the countertop, reading it as he called, “Alright Hazelnut, two more minutes.” 

A splash sounded from the bathtub as the little girl groaned, Chris practically able to clearly picture the annoyed expression that he knew was on her face as she cried, “But Daddy!” 

“No buts, two more minutes,” he replied firmly, chuckling to himself softly as he stood up, leaning on the doorway while he said with a smirk, “Besides, if you stay in that bathtub much longer, you’re going to turn into a prune.” 

Her little lips pursed, Chris smiling to himself more as he watched her put her bath toys down, the water splashing up again. “You’d still love me even if I was a prune though,” she said in a matter of fact tone, a hand moving to brush the damp ringlet curls away from her eyes. 

“You got that right,” he shook his head, watching her fondly as she smiled right at him before she turned back to her toys. He watched her for another few moments, making sure she was okay before he pushed himself off of the doorframe, stopping the timer. “I’m going to feed Dodger and when I come back, it’s time to get out. Yell if you need me, sweet pea.” 

Chris couldn’t help but smile as he heard Hazel’s little chattering to herself as she played in the bath but her voice started fading away as he jogged down the stairs, his metal necklace clinking against his chest as he made his way to the kitchen. His sweet pooch was pacing around, waiting for his dinner, earning him a pat on the head from Chris before dumping his food into the bowl. 

With Dodger happily munching his dinner, Chris headed back up the stairs two at a time, digging his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated once he hit the landing at the top of the stairs. He felt a smile cross his lips as he saw Ellie’s name on the notification, but the smile quickly fell as he read the contents. Almost the entire evening they had been texting back and forth and the smile that was on his face when Ellie had agreed to his date invitation hadn’t left his face since. 

But when he saw her response of ‘Something came up. I can’t go out on Saturday, sorry,’ he tried not to panic. He knew it was his past history that was causing his brain to be hurled into anxiety but he reminded himself that Ellie hadn’t given him any reason to distrust her. He was just projecting, he had to be. Chris stood on the carpet covered stair, listening to the cheerful chattering from the bathroom, and tried to reply as calmly as he could, suggesting ‘No problem. Sunday instead?’

His anxious brain wanted to hold onto his phone, just staring at the screen to see her response but when he heard a tiny voice yell, “Daddy! I’m turning into a prune!” He was almost thankful for the distraction and slid his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants and headed back into the bathroom where Hazel was holding up her hands to show him the skin on her fingertips that were changing in texture. 

He chuckled and shook his head, then reached for the hooded towel on the hook and held it in front of him as he made his way towards her and placed it on the towel rack next to the tub. “Well we better get you out of there before I have a prune for a daughter.” 

“You said you’d love me anyway though,” she reminded him with a giggle, her hands coming to cover her mouth as Chris kneeled on the rainbow bath mat in front of the tub.

“Yeah but you’re cuter this way,” he murmured while he reached for the kid’s shampoo, gently pulling Hazel towards him. “C’mon Hazel Bo Basil, let’s wash that crazy hair of yours.” 

Chris got to work soaping up her brown curls before rinsing off his hands under the water. He was careful to put his hand over her eyes, knowing what a calamity it was when she got soap in them, and he couldn’t deny his anxiousness to finish her bath to check his phone again. He laid Hazel’s head back, rinsing out the soap as he bit at his bottom lip, thoughts churning through his head and reminding him all the ways that Ellie could have decided she didn’t want to go out with him. He knew he shouldn’t have asked her out at the bakery. It was too impulsive and he caught her off guard… maybe she just didn’t know what to say so she agreed? Maybe he’d been reading her all wrong the entire time. Scott said that he wasn’t sure why she’d like him after how cold he’d been to her, but at the same time she had smiled at him when she agreed to his date and he’d been around the block enough times to know that was a real smile. She hadn’t been faking it. But then why did she say she couldn’t go? 

‘Shut up Chris,’ he internally told himself ‘She probably just has to work or is doing something with her family.’ When the thought entered his mind, he almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. That had to be it. If she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t have been texting him all afternoon. He knew his brain always seemed to default to overthinking everything, churning it over in his brain until it tortured him but he tried to use logic for once and not fall into a spiral. 

He reached for the cat towel next to him, pulling Hazel out of the tub before he wrapped her in the towel, laughing as she poked her head through the hole of the towel and made cat noises. A yawn escaped the toddler before Chris gently nudged her out of the bathroom, trailing behind her while they walked into her room as she asked him, “Daddy, can we read Madeline before bedtime?” 

A huff of laughter escaped Chris as he flicked her lightswitch on, the warm light flooding the dark room. “I don’t think we need to read it, I think I have it memorized at this point,” he muttered, more to himself than to Hazel.

She turned around and looked at him with a frown, whining, “But I want to see the pictures.” 

He grabbed the pajamas from where he’d laid them out on the bed earlier, helping Hazel get dressed as he relented, “Sure, we can read it.” 

Hazel’s small eyebrow rose and she placed her tiny hands on his broad shoulders as a mischievous look appeared on her face, asking him, “...Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” 

“Not tonight. You had a long day and I want you to get a good night's sleep, but maybe tomorrow night,” he shook his head, giving her a small smile before he patted her bed and jutted his chin towards it. “I’ll go get your book and then we have to brush your hair.” 

As he went down the stairs, he once again checked his phone, hoping for any sign of life from Ellie but finding none. A sinking feeling set in, Chris feeling the anxiety flooding him from head to toe as he crossed the small home towards Hazel’s narwhal backpack while Dodger followed him curiously. All he could think about was that - somehow - he’d lost one of the best things that's happened to him, the only good or positive thing to happen to him since Hazel - without even being conscious of it. He swallowed the emotions down as he carefully unzipped Hazel’s beloved narwhal backpack, pulling out the well-loved book and steeling himself, but knowing there was little he could do to mask the pain that’d already set in. 

He’d never let himself imagine much beyond the obvious, beyond the near future, and if he did - it was always him and Hazel, his little world and his constant. But he couldn’t help but imagine her and Hazel together when he’d seen the way she was around that little kid at the bakery earlier that day, unable to see anything except how good she would have been for Hazel and for once, and he was now mourning the “What if”. 

Chris shook his head as he climbed the stairs next to Dodger, hoping to whoever was listening that Hazel wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong because he quite literally didn’t know what he’d fucking do if she asked. But he was saved when he walked back into her room to his girl pouting pitifully on her big bed, the brush lying on her nightstand as her arms were crossed over her tiny chest. “I don’t wanna brush my hair,” she whimpered, her big brown eyes welling up as she looked at him. “It hurts!” 

“I know, but it’ll hurt way more if it dries tangled and we have to brush it in the morning,” he told her quietly, reaching for the brush as he sat down on her bed, carefully sliding her towards him and beginning to gently brush out the wavy strands that so easily tangled. His heart was breaking as he listened to her cries, wanting nothing more than to be able to cry himself for a much different reason as the thoughts settled back in on a never-ending loop, the undisturbed phone sitting like a brick in his pocket with every passing minute. 

Thankfully, within a few minutes he was done brushing her hair. Chris pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran a hand comfortingly over her shoulder, whispering, “Okay sweetheart, we’re all done.” 

Her tiny hands came up to wipe away her tears, nodding while she asked, “Bedtime now?” 

“Yep, it’s bedtime,” he murmured, silent for a moment, the heavy weight of sadness making him long to keep holding his sweet daughter, making him ask, “Hazel, do you want to come snuggle in my bed?” 

The curly headed girl let out a squeal of excitement, her tears forgotten as she eagerly nodded her head before she turned, climbing onto his lap before he stood up, grabbing her blanket from where it laid on her bed and turned her lights off on their way out of her room. They made their way quietly down the hallway into Chris’ room, Dodger trotting after them and climbing onto the bed as he gently placed Hazel down on his side, watching as she got comfortable before he pulled out clothes for himself and headed into his bathroom to change. He couldn’t believe how much today beat him down compared to how he felt not even an hour ago. He’d broken his one rule, the one that’d guided him for the last four years, and gave into some of his impulses, and somehow fucked it all up without even intending to. But as he glanced out of the cracked doorway of his bathroom, listening to Hazel talk to Dodger quietly as her blinks grew slower, he realized that even if it was just him, Hazel, and Dodger together forever, he had no room to ask for more. 

The following Wednesday morning, Chris got Hazel ready and off to preschool before he headed over to the local park in town, parking his SUV in an empty spot and grabbing his water from the passenger seat and threw the door open, climbing out of the car and tossing a wave to Mark as his longtime friend crossed the lot to come over to him. “Hey man, I was starting to think you were dead,” Mark called, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You ignored my texts all day yesterday!” 

Chris waved a hand in the air, a frown on his face as he shut the car door, locking it and putting the keys in the pocket of his green jacket. “Yeah, sorry,” he murmured, glancing down at the sneakers on his feet before he shrugged halfheartedly.

Mark reared back a bit, looking at Chris in confusion. “Is something going on? Is Hazel okay?” He asked Chris quietly, following him as Chris began to walk towards the sidewalk, their pace quickening as they began to jog in tandem. 

“Yeah she’s good. I just was kind of busy, and after school Hazel and I put up the Christmas tree,” Chris told him as he shoved his water bottle in his jacket pocket, zipping it up before his pace quickened more. 

“Oh that’s right, I forgot you guys were doing that this weekend. How was it?” 

“It was good,” he replied, tone clipped as he kept looking forward and away from Mark’s prying gaze.

“Why are you acting so weird?” Mark muttered, reaching a hand across and pointing at Chris as he said,  “And don’t try to pretend you’re not.” 

He sighed loudly, jaw tightening as the emotions that he’d suppressed all morning began to bubble up again. “I’m just… I don’t know…” he started, before trailing off in frustration. The pair slowed as they reached a crosswalk before they ran through it once the cars were cleared, Chris’ mind racing the entire time. “After we got our tree, Scott and I went to the bakery and I ended up asking Ellie out.” 

Mark’s jaw dropped, his head turning to look at Chris in shock as he said, “What?! No fucking way. I don’t believe it.” 

Chris’ brows furrowed as he met Mark’s eyes momentarily before he glanced away, muttering, “Well I did.” 

“I can see why you’re pissed about having to go on a date with a nice, beautiful girl,” Mark trailed off, brows raising while his tone turned sarcastic. 

“She ghosted me,” Chris shot right back, face hardening as his eyes stayed forwards. 

Mark let out a surprised noise, his pace quickening to match Chris’ speed. “She ghosted you?” He asked incredulously. 

“Yep. She said yes and then we kept texting all evening before she abruptly said she couldn’t go out on Saturday,” he told Mark, before shrugging helplessly and adding, “I asked her if a different day worked better and she never replied… and that was three days ago. I even called her and she didn’t answer.” 

Mark let out a hum, saying slowly, “That’s kind of bizarre.” 

“That’s what I thought, but it’s probably for the best. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” Chris shrugged, knowing it was true. He came with too much baggage and too many hang ups. He knew any girl who said yes to him was signing up for something complicated. He already felt that Ellie was out of his league, so he honestly figured it was better it stopped now before he got too attached and his heart hurt more than it did right now. At least this way he was only mourning the “What if” and it seemed to protect at least a little bit of his heart. 

“It just doesn’t make sense why she’d do that,” Mark began slowly, Chris knowing he was trying to work through it in his mind, at least feeling a little more thankful that it was clearly stumping Mark as well. “Maybe you should go talk to her.” 

“If she ghosted me, I really don’t think she’s going to want to talk to me,” Chris muttered, his jaw set impossibly tight as his feet pounded against the sidewalk. 

“Aren’t you kind of curious as to why she ditched you?” Mark knew there somehow had to be more to the story. He’d seen how Ellie had come over to the station with some baked good as an excuse just to talk to Chris. It was obvious how much she liked him and he knew it couldn’t have just changed in a mere three hours. 

“I’m not going to make her feel weird about it though. She’s allowed to change her mind,” Chris shrugged, his voice quiet as the cold winter air hit his face. 

“But aren’t you owed at least the decency to know WHY she changed her mind?”

“I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that,” he honestly muttered. 

They came to rest at another intersection, pressing the stop walk and pressing the button at the sign. They caught their breaths, quiet for a moment as cars rushed by, people rushing to get to work on the early Wednesday morning. “Chris, I’ve known you for quite a few years now and I have never seen you this excited about a girl before. I just would hate to see you throw it away over something that you don’t even have a clue what it is,” Mark began slowly, his eyes locked on Chris as the younger man leaned down, tying his sneaker again.

“But what would I even say? ‘Hey Ellie, those cookies look good also why’d you give me the brush off?’” Chris asked, throwing his hands in the air as he stood to his full height, then began jogging as the light changed.

Mark caught up to him, glancing over at him as he gave him some advice, saying, “Well don’t come right out and ask, just go in and see how she reacts to seeing you. Who knows, it could be something stupid like she broke her phone and hasn’t been able to call you.” 

“I guess…” 

“The bakery is just around the corner, just go in,” Mark nudged him, nodding his head towards the bakery around the corner from them.

Everything in Chris’ brain told him not to go. That it would be weird or that he’d find out something that he didn’t really want the answer to, but the feelings inside his heart made him feel pulled in that direction. He didn’t even know why… it wasn’t like he even knew Ellie that well but there was just something about her that kept pulling him in, that wouldn’t allow him to just let this all go that easily. 

His ability to make quick decisions under stress came around to help him in this moment, making him look at his friend before he wordlessly decided to jog up the street, turning and climbing the few stairs to walk straight into the bakery. The door shut behind him, the bell chiming above him as he walked in, greeted with the sight of the large pastry case and the gray-haired woman behind the counter.

“There’s my favorite firefighter!” The woman called out, her eyes twinkling as Chris stepped in front of her.

He grinned, feeling warmed by her bright demeanor as he said, “Hey Dottie, you look beautiful today as always.” 

“And you’re trying to charm me like always,” she sang back, her hands resting on the register in front of her.

“Not trying to, but I’m okay with it if it happens,” he shrugged, shifting anxiously.

“What are you in for today?” 

“I actually wanted to see if Ellie was here,” he started quietly, frowning a bit as he added, “I was hoping I could talk to her.” 

“She’s in the back… is everything okay?” 

Chris cringed, confessing, “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure.” 

Dottie’s face turned sympathetic, tutting before she jerked her head through the doors to the back, asking him, “Why don’t you go back and talk to her?” 

“Thanks Dot,” he smiled, reaching out and touching her arm gratefully before he rounded the corner, pushing through the swinging double doors into the back of the bakery.

Instantly he was hit with the smell of vanilla and sugar and his blue eyes looked right to where the blonde haired woman standing behind the prep table who was smiling kindly at the door as he walked in - clearly expecting it to be Dottie - but a pain shot through his chest when he saw her smile fall the moment she saw it was him. 

Ellie fumbled with the icing bag in her hand, eventually dropping it as she stammered, “Um, what are you- did you- can I uh, help you with something? Are you picking something up?” 

Chris came to a rest by the prep table, leaving a few feet of distance between them. He knew he looked like a mess - in an outrageously bright green jacket, his hair sweaty, and his face bright red from his run - but he could only focus on Ellie, could only focus on the anxiety in her eyes, knowing they were reflected in his own. He shook his head, swallowing nervously as he confessed, “No, I just kind of wanted to see you…” 

“Oh,” she said, her arms coming to rest nervously over her chest as her eyes darted around the otherwise-empty back kitchen. 

Chris hesitated, unsure what to say before he quietly spoke, saying, “I um, you never texted me back.” 

Ellie’s face hardened in a way he’d never seen before today, a scowl on her face as she scoffed, “I know.” 

“It’s fine if you changed your mind about going out but to be honest, I was kind of confused,” Chris admitted to her, shrugging as he whispered, “I thought you seemed like you were looking forward to it.” 

“I was until I found out that you lied to me,” she said firmly, her face remaining set and cold in that way, Chris’ heart stopping as she spoke.

His face fell, confusion filling his brain as he breathed, “Ellie, what are you talking about?” 

She scoffed again, pushing the icing bag across the table, “I found out that you have a daughter and are married.” 

“I’m not married, Ellie-” 

“But you have a daughter, don’t you?” She asked, her eyebrows raising expectantly. 

“... Yeah, I do,” he nodded, swallowing as that bomb finally dropped.

“I don’t want to go out with someone who isn’t going to be upfront with me,” she stated calmly, shaking her head before her face and mask fell, her voice emotional as she admitted, “I was really excited to go out with you until I found out that you lied.” 

Chris rushed, wanting to at least defend himself a little bit as he pointed out, “I didn’t lie.” 

“Well you didn’t really tell me the truth either.” 

“I was going to tell you,” Chris insisted, blue eyes wide as he met hers.

“Oh really? When Chris?” She asked, throwing her hands in the air as she bitterly said, “Because I feel like you had a lot of opportunities to tell me and you didn’t. That makes me wonder what else you’re hiding.”

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up but I’m not hiding anything, I swear Ellie,” Chris pleaded, face falling once again as he begged, “Just give me a chance.” 

“I don’t know Chris. It seems like this just isn’t going to work out,” she shook her head, placing her arms back across her chest and tightening her grip on herself.

He moved forward a few inches, but paused and kept some distance between them. “No, Ellie, please let me explain,” Chris implored.

“Chris I-” 

“Please,” he repeated, blinking away the tears that threatened to spring to his eyes. “Can I see you tonight? Just let me explain, Ellie. I really… I want a chance to explain.” 

“Alright,” she relented, biting her lip as she met his eyes. 

“Do you have a lunch break today, or are you free tonight?” 

She shook her head, fidgeting nervously as she said, “I’m off at five.” 

“Could I maybe see you this evening? My daughter goes to bed around 7:30 or 8 and I could have my Ma come over and stay with her,” Chris asked her hopefully, both eyebrows raising as he trailed off towards the end, already reaching into the pocket of his jacket to text his mother. 

Ellie hesitated, but nodded and told him, “Okay… I live in the yellow house on the end of Carson Drive.” 

“Then I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Yeah.” 

Chris nodded, fumbling through an awkward goodbye - one that was so distant from any others they’d shared in the last few weeks - before he left the bakery. As he walked back to his car at the park, he sipped on his water and dug his phone out of his pocket, texting his mother and asking her to come by around bedtime to watch Hazel for him. He was only able to think about how much he owed Ellie the whole truth and the whole story, not just the half-truths he’d given everyone else in his life except Scott. 

Ellie was shoving her unopened mail into a kitchen drawer when a knock sounded on the rickety front door, and a glance at the clock showed it was 8:30 on the dot. Despite the notice and the few hours she’d had to get ready between leaving work and now, she was still embarrassed by the way the house looked. Framed pictures still leaned against the wall, waiting to get hung up. A large, chunky knit blanket was thrown across the back of the fabric couch, a pair of slippers were underneath the small coffee table, and an embroidery hoop was still laying on the side table. They were not typical things for someone Ellie’s age to have lying about the house, and that was a fact she knew well - both because of her own head and because of Brooke. 

She pushed away the fears and made her way to the front door, pulling it open to reveal Chris standing on her front porch, a bag in hand. “Hey,” she greeted casually, pausing before she opened the door wider and stepped to the side. “You can uh, you can come in.” 

“Thanks, and thank you for hearing me out, Ellie,” he murmured as he stepped inside, Ellie shutting the door behind him while Chris paused awkwardly, before he turned and lifted the bag in his hand with a sheepish grin. “I brought some tacos. I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten yet or not.”

“Well, I can’t really turn down a taco,” Ellie laughed, watching as Chris’ previously-tense muscles relaxed at the sound.

He shrugged, smirking a little as he agreed, “That’s true.” 

“Do you um want to sit down?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow as she jammed her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of her kitchen. “I have some wine.” 

“I could use some,” he told her quietly, shaking his head. Chris followed her into the kitchen, sitting at the island as Ellie gestured to it while she headed to the counter and opened a bottle of wine, pouring a large serving for each of them and joined him on the barstools, gratefully taking one of the take out boxes of tacos from him. 

Chris tensed again as silence set into the kitchen, only the quiet sounds of the pair eating their tacos and drinking their wine could be heard. He glanced around, seeing the baking mixer in the corner of her kitchen, the cookbooks resting on the kitchen shelf, and how lived-in the home already seemed, despite knowing how little time - just over a month - had passed since Ellie had moved in. It felt like Ellie in a way he couldn’t describe, in a way nothing else had ever seemed before, and with that realization, he knew he couldn’t let this cloud hang over them for any longer.

He took a deep breath and put the taco down on the take out container, turning to face Ellie. “Well I guess there’s no beating around the bush so I’m just going to get right into it,” he began slowly, before he explained, “I do have a daughter named Hazel and she’s four and a half. Her mom’s name is Ashlee and we kind of dated on and off in college and after we graduated, but when she found out she was pregnant, I decided to propose.” 

She was quiet, nodding while she thought before she finally asked him, “Did you two get married?” 

“Yeah we got married before Hazel was born but it didn’t take long for us both to realize it was a mistake, even if we didn’t admit it for a long time,” he admitted, shifting uncomfortably. He’d never spoken about this time of his life well - not to his brother, his sisters, or either of his parents - but with Ellie, he knew that she deserved the full story, despite how embarrassed and ashamed of it he was, even after all these years. “We never were a great couple but it just got worse after getting married. Ashlee and I fought a lot but once Hazel was past that newborn stage and getting close to a year old, it seemed like things were getting better.” 

“But it didn’t?”

“Well I thought it was. I felt like we maybe could be a family and things would work out,” Chris shrugged as he stared straight ahead at her stove, his hands freezing in the air as his face pinched, his cheeks flushing despite himself. “But there just were some things that weren’t adding up between things on our bank statement and lies she was telling and I found out she was cheating.” 

He heard her quiet but sharp intake of breath, turning to look at her out of the corner of his eyes as she reached for the wine, silently refilling their glasses, her face an unreadable expression. Chris paused as he watched her, quietly whispering a “Thank you,” to her as she handed him back his glass. Despite Ellie being entirely unaware, he was thankful for the way she almost wasn’t reacting to this, which allowed him to not spiral even more than he already had over these events through recounting them. 

Chris nodded to himself before he willed the strength to keep going, adding, “I confronted her about it and she eventually fessed up. It was awful but I kind of felt like maybe we could get through it and we’d come out the other side stronger and more of an actual couple… but then around Hazel’s second birthday I ended up getting hurt in a fire we were putting out so I came home early.” He paused, shaking his head to himself as he recalled the emotional pain this day brought. “Ashlee was up putting Hazel in bed and I came in. Her phone was on the kitchen counter going off like crazy and I looked at the screen and saw she was planning on having a guy over that night while I was supposed to be gone.” 

He felt Ellie’s hand on his shoulder, grounding him through the memories while she breathed, “Oh Chris, I’m so sorry.” 

He shook his head again, quietly admitting, “After that, I was done. The fact she did it again was just too much and the breaking point for me was that she was going to have someone over in our home while our daughter was asleep,” he shrugged, a sad expression on his face as he looked at her. It wasn’t like him to trust people easily, especially when it came to Hazel, but he’d never trusted a soul with these details before. The only way Scott had found out was after a long day of drinking a few weeks after he’d filed. But actively making the choice to entrust her with this, to share this defining moment in his life, in all of his relationships from that point on, was something he owed to not only himself, but to Ellie, and to Hazel. “So I filed for divorce and that’s been a little over two years ago.”

She nodded sympathetically as she took in everything, her hand sweeping back and forth along the back of his shirt. “Do you have custody of Hazel now?” She asked him, her brows furrowed as she met his eyes. 

“Ashlee and I share custody. We were terrible partners but Ashlee is a good mother. She loves Hazel and I don’t want to deprive either of them from each other,” he explained, his hand coming to rest on her forearm, the pair both abandoning their wine and tacos as he added, “We do have a custody agreement that neither of us have anyone spend the night in the house when Hazel is there though. But she and I can get along alright when it comes to Hazel, we just couldn’t be in a relationship and have it be healthy.” 

Ellie nodded again, mind spinning and feeling herself dumbfounded at the onslaught of information and explanation that she’d never expected to come. “Chris, I just, I don’t even know what to say,” she breathed helplessly, shaking her head as she met his eyes again. 

“You don’t need to say anything, Ellie. I really just wanted the chance to explain,” he replied instantly, turning to look at her fully, their hands dropping to their laps. “Because of everything, I guess I’ve been a little closed off the past few years. It’s just been me, Hazel and our dog Dodger half the week and then I work the rest of the week. I’ve been happy with how it’s been but then I met you. I understand if I come with too much baggage, but I just… I don’t know. I feel something different with you and I - I just - I guess for the first time in quite a few years, I want a chance to lean into that.” 

“Well,” Ellie began, pausing as a smirk began to spread across her face, her eyes shining as she looked at him. “I’m still free on Saturday night if you’d like to go out.” 

A smile instantly appeared on his beautiful face, his body slumping and relaxing again at the assurance in her words. “I’d really like that,” he admitted, looking up at her through his long lashes. “Thank you for giving me a chance, Ellie.” 

“Thank you for being honest with me,” she responded, her hand moving to run through his brown hair before he sat up, reaching for his wine. Ellie’s brows furrowed as she watched him and she slid forward in her seat, looking at him from the side as she asked, “I’m just curious though, why didn’t you tell me about Hazel?” 

“I guess I’m just not used to bringing her up. In the past, nobody ever stuck around long enough for me to even bring her up before,” he confessed with a sheepish expression, before a frown appeared and he added, “Then when I got to know you more, I was nervous you’d want to take a step back when you knew what I came with.”

Ellie nodded, her lips pursing as she slowly said, “Well I’d like to hear more about Hazel.” 

“I don’t know that you want to get me started,” Chris replied with a chuckle, leaning back against the barstool as a fond expression slid onto his face. “God, she’s just the best. I know I’m biased but she’s so sweet and thoughtful but super sassy and very opinionated which I love. Sometimes she makes these faces when she doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what she’s thinking. I just fuckin’ love her so much and she’s just the cutest little thing ever… Here, let me show you some pictures,” he finished, digging in his pocket and pulling out his phone, swiping through his pictures and showing her them. 

Ellie looked through picture after picture of the adorable little curly headed girl, instantly noticing she had some of the same expressions that she’d seen on Chris’ face before. He showed her so many pictures of his beloved daughter, gushing about her with each one. It was instantly apparent to Ellie how much Chris absolutely adored his daughter, his eyes twinkling when he spoke about her. 

She just sat there, watching him fully relax, any bit of that wall gone around him as he endlessly rambled about some of the funny things Hazel had done. Ellie was captivated with the way he ran his hands through his hair, how his nose would scrunch up before he was about to laugh, and how his hands started waving around each and every time that he got particularly excited about something he was saying. The only thing that seemed to go through Ellie’s brain was the reminder of just how into him she was. 

“I can see how much you love her,” Ellie was honest, tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear as she turned her face to look at him. 

“I do. I adore her,” the sincerity in his voice was apparent. He set his phone down on the counter, turning the screen off as he softly shook his head, “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone like this. I regret how it all happened but I don’t regret one second of having Hazel.” 

Wanting to know more of his emotions, Ellie commented that, “I’m sure that was hard to adjust to having a baby at a young age though.” 

“Yeah it was a lot. I was 23 when she was born and I was just starting at this station as a firefighter. But I was pretty immature at that time and it taught me how to grow up,” he honestly observed, realizing how he had matured so much in such a short time. He had been such a selfish young adult, focused on having fun and doing what he wanted, but having Hazel had completely changed him and for the better. Chris mulled it all over in his head before he reached out to tentatively rest a hand on Ellie’s knee, his blue eyes fixed on her as he spoke, “But Ellie, I don’t want any of me telling you this make it seem like I’m trying to excuse the fact I kept this from you. I should have told you and I’m sorry.” 

“You’re right, you should have told me. It’s always better to be honest,” she stated before her eyes turned soft and she rested a hand on top of his, “But I accept your apology and I’m glad you were willing to share with me now.”

“Honestly, I’ve never told anyone all of that before,” Chris muttered, honestly unable to even believe it himself. A laugh bubbled out of his chest though when he recalled, “Well, I told my brother some of it but I was drunk.” 

“Well after all you told me, I can understand why,” Ellie was sympathetic to the situation, so much happening to him at such a young age. 

“Thanks for hearing me out tonight Ellie. It really means a lot to me,” He moved his hand to be able to hold her slender one in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

She blushed softly, averting his gaze for a moment as she turned to stare at her basket of knitting supplies before finally looking back into that handsome face of his to reveal, “To be honest, I was really touched that you wanted to take the time to clear it up.” 

“I just couldn’t let this chance with you slip out of my fingers,” His body moved closer to the edge of his barstool to get closer to her. “I had to at least try.” 

“I can promise that you’re doing pretty well,” Ellie told him quietly through a smile. 

“Am I?” 

And there it was. That crooked smile and twinkling blue eyes that made Ellie’s stomach do flips and she felt completely powerless to resist him. She reached out, resting a hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb softly stroking the short well groomed hair before she started slowly leaning in closer, Chris meeting her the rest of the way and connecting his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and gentle, not asking too much but communicating all that they’d needed in that moment. 

They stayed like that for several long minutes on their barstools until he heard his phone ding, his screen lighting up from where it was laying on the counter. Chris slowly pulled away from Ellie’s lips, his hand still resting on her leg while he glanced over to see a text from his mother, just checking how things were going. 

“It’s my Ma, she’s at my house with Hazel,” Chris said out loud, reaching to grab his phone and type a quick response. “I should probably get home.” 

He helped Ellie clean up and by the time they were standing by the door and saying goodbye, he was forcing himself not to linger any longer than necessary. He wanted to do this right, wanted to treat her the way she deserved and he was determined not to screw this up. Chris placed a hand on Ellie’s cheek, gently leaning in to kiss her sweetly before he left with a promise of picking up from her house on Saturday for their date. 

He couldn’t stop smiling on his way home or while he talked to his mother quickly, then thanked her for watching Hazel for him before she left. Quietly, he climbed the stairs with an exhausted Dodger, Chris smiling as the dog headed immediately into Chris’ room and jumped into the bed while Chris made a stop in Hazel’s room. 

Chris watched her quietly for a moment, observing how peaceful she looked as she slept with her mouth open and head tilted back, and how much she still resembled the little baby from four years ago. Before long, he pulled her blankets back up around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the pure love and adoration he had for this tiny little girl filling his chest with warmth before he couldn’t help but press one more little kiss to her forehead before creeping out of her room quietly. Chris shuffled down the hall to his room, quietly changing out of his clothes before falling into bed, a warm smile on his face as he realized for the first time in years, he felt hope and excitement for the days that laid ahead. 

A/N: THEY TALKED IT OUT! AND COMMUNICATED! AND FIXED EVERYTHING! We're so excited to hear your thoughts!

[wolviecore]

CRYING. God i want some romantic Jugpea AU - I'm just sitting here picturing kindergarten teacher jug again and losing my shit bc he's absolutely precious and firefighter sweet pea would be so enamored with him the minute that heavenly beauty comes over for a trip at the fire station.

Idea, ironically, the fire station burns down bc of something idk, and since they all pretty much lived there to cut costs, they're basically homeless.

Archie gets Ronnie and Reggie, or maybe Josie 👀 while Sweet Pea immediately picks the adorable teacher when he sees Jug's name on the hosting volunteers board. Jug being woke up at 4 in the morning by knocking, finding a 6'5 puppy holding luggages

SLEEPY JUG, sleepy jug in an oversized sweater, or shirt he got from his Papa, small hands slapping his sleep numbed face to air out the tiredness, hair a fluffy mess sweet pea is DYING to spend hours just. Playing with. The whole house looks so warm and domestic and cozy sweet pea shakes, he wants to go in, he wants to go in so BAD

sweet pea could've stayed with his family, with Fangs or Toni, but no. Jug is the talk of the station whenever Fangs isn't present, the name in every hungry mouth, spewing noteworthy locker room talk about shapley thighs and ass you could bounce a quarter off of and hips you could squeeze all day and a tummy peeking beneath fluffy pink vests.

Sweet Pea tries tuning in out, first bc its disrespectful, two bc there's an uncomfortable feeling of possessiveness prickling his skin

jug can tell sweet pea is afraid of the dark first step into the house, which is faint navy blue, given that morning was still yet to arrive, but the inky blackness spilling over was rinsed.

Still, Sweet Pea, who walks through fire for a living, is scared of the dark, and there's absolutely no problem with that. Jug yawning, cheeks puffed, small hand curling around sweet pea's index fingers and pulling him along to the kitchen where he opens the lights.

" what are we doing?"

" w'drinkin' chokie m'lk, warm it up, then go nap" sweet pea's heart would HURT, this is too damn much, he's battling temptation harder than hard, basking into the warmness suddenly enveloping him like an old friend. Its like Jug poured sunlight into his chest.

sweet pea almost choking on his chocolate milk, warm and two times as sweet, coming from Jug, who simply suggests they share his bedroom for the time being,

" but, but I'm a stranger?" Jug whining, saying he just wants to SLEEP, grumpy, pouty lip sticking out, like a disgruntled kitten being petted in ways he doesn't like, pulling sweet pea to his bedroom.

Do we get oblivious Jug? Do we get Fangs who comes over for breakfast every morning glaring at sweet pea? Do we get a scene where someone mistakes Jug for sweet pea's husband????

Maybe when they're out shopping, Jug trying on new clothes bc Tabitha says its ok to treat yourself sometimes, and sweet pea almost swooning , almost pushing that gorgeous five star meal of a man into the dressing room to debase and worship him properly

[thelastspeecher]

Yesterday I posted a v cute fluffy ficlet in the Firefighter AU. Unfortunately, today's Firefighter AU ficlet is not fluffy. In fact, I'd classify it as angsty. Because we're going back in time to the accident that scarred Angie in this AU.

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              Mearl watched his youngest child sleep.  Banjey’s beautiful face was partially covered by a massive bandage.  He knew she was in unspeakable pain.  But she still slept as peacefully as she had when she was a baby.  A gentle hand rested on his shoulder.  He looked up.  It was his wife, Sally.  Banjey was the spitting image of her.

              Or at least, she used to be.  No, Mearl, don’t think like that.

              “We need to call home,” Sally said quietly.  Mearl nodded.  He got up from the chair by Banjey’s bedside.  Sally took the seat he had vacated.  Mearl exited the hospital room.  Voices sounded over the intercom.  The smell of antiseptic filled the air.

              Last time I was here, it was ‘cause Banjey was bein’ born.  Now?  Mearl shook his head, trying to dislodge the negative thoughts.  He walked over to the nearby payphone, put in a few coins, and dialed the number for home.  The phone picked up immediately.

              “McGucket household, Violynn speakin’,” came the voice of his oldest child.  Mearl forced a smile, hoping it might somehow carry into his voice.

              “Violynn, it’s Pa.”

              “Pa!  Is- is Banjey-”

              “She’ll be fine.”

              “Really?”  Violynn sounded somewhere between relieved and doubtful.  “Pa, she was- the- the screamin’-”

              “She had a little bit of surgery on her eye ‘n the worst of the burns.”

              “Her eye?” Violynn whispered.

              “Don’t tell yer siblin’s that.”

              “I won’t.”

              “She’ll have some scars ‘n might have some trouble seein’ or hearin’, but she’s pullin’ through like the stubborn girl she is.”

              “Good.  I’ll let everyone know.”

              “How’s Harper?” Mearl asked softly.  Harper had set off the firework that hit Banjey.  From the moment the firework went off to when Sally and Mearl had managed to get Banjey in the truck to go to the clinic, Harper was deeply distraught over what he had done.

              It was just a mistake.  A mistake that didn’t need to have such a horrible consequence.  For the first time, one of their children had been so injured the local clinic couldn’t treat them.  Upon arriving at the clinic, they were immediately sent to the closest hospital via ambulance.

              “He’ll be better with this news,” Violynn said carefully.

              “Violynn Luella McGucket.  Ya can’t beat ‘round the bush right now.  Be straight with me.”

              “He hasn’t stopped cryin’.”

              “Shoot.”  Mearl sighed.  “Hopefully he’ll finally give himself a bit of a break.”

              “It is his fault.”

              “The horrible way he’s feelin’ right now is punishment enough fer failin’ to inform everyone he’d lit the next firework.  Remember what I taught all of y’all, sweet pea.”

              “Extend grace to everyone, even if ya think they don’t deserve it.”

              “Exactly.”

              “Harper does feel really bad…”  Violynn paused.  “Pa, a couple neighbors came by.”

              Consarnit.

              “They heard the firework and they heard Banjey- they heard Banjey-”

              “No need to finish the sentence, dear.  I know what yer gettin’ at.  What did ya tell the neighbors?”

              “That it was a private fam’ly matter and you ‘n Ma would inform folks of what was happenin’ when ya returned.”

              “Excellent.  That’s exactly right.”  Mearl rubbed his face.  “We can’t leave yer sister completely alone, so y’all won’t be gettin’ both of us back until she’s out of the hospital.  And since we both want to stay overnight, y’all will be on yer own until tomorrow mornin’.  Can ya manage?”

              “Yes,” Violynn said firmly.  “Basstian and I can wrangle Viola ‘n Lute.”

              “Please keep an eye on Harper, too.  Poor thing.”

              “Yep.  Do ya know when Banjey will be back?”

              “No.  Not yet.  She ain’t woke up from after the surgery, and the doctors won’t have an idea of when she can come home until after they see how she’s feelin’ post-op.”

              “Okay.”

              “I best go back to yer sister’s room now.  She’ll wake up any moment.”

              “Call us again after she does, please.  I’m- we’re all awful worried.”

              “I know, sweet pea.  I know,” Mearl said quietly.

              “Love ya.”

              “Love ya, too.”  Mearl hung up the phone.  He slumped against the wall, tears finally spilling from his eyes onto his cheeks.

              Today was just s’pposed to be another happy Fourth of July.  It weren’t s’pposed to turn into this.  My poor baby girl.  My lil Banjey…

              “Mearl!”  Mearl looked up.  Sally was sticking her head out of Banjey’s hospital room.  “She’s up.”  Mearl straightened.  He hurriedly scrubbed the tears off his face.

              No tears in front of poor lil Banjey.  She don’t need any reasons to feel worse ‘n she already does.  He went into Banjey’s room.  Banjey was sitting up in her bed, somehow looking even smaller than usual.  Mearl walked over to her bedside.  He crouched down.

              “Sweetheart…” he started.  Banjey immediately flung her arms around him, sobbing.  Mearl returned the embrace.  He squeezed her as tightly as he dared.  “I’m here, honey.  I’m here.”

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              The pickup truck came to a stop in the gravel driveway.  Mearl looked at Banjey in the rearview mirror.  The worst of her burns were still bandaged and she had to wear an eyepatch to make sure the eye that had been in the line of fire recovered properly.  She had also been abnormally quiet since waking up after her surgery, a trend that seemed to be continuing.  But there was excitement in her visible eye.  Clearly, she was happy to be home.

              “I’ll go let the others know we’re back,” Mearl said to Sally.  Sally nodded.  Mearl got out of the truck and went up to the house.  While he had spent the week Banjey was hospitalized at home, he’d gone back to the hospital to be there when she was discharged.

              I wish I could’ve been there the whole time.  But I couldn’t leave the kids on their own fer that long, and Sally had it covered.  Mearl opened the front door.  Promptly, the family dog, Cash, came charging forward.  Mearl grabbed Cash by his collar.

              “Kids!” he shouted.  Footsteps sounded.  Doors opened and closed.  Very quickly, the rest of Mearl’s children were standing before him obediently.  “Basstian, take Cash.  I don’t want him jumpin’ on Banjey.”  Basstian, already the tallest of the children at fifteen, took Cash from Mearl.  “Banjey’s back.  All of y’all need to be on yer best behavior.  Don’t point or laugh or draw much attention.  She’s feelin’ very self-conscious.”  The kids nodded.  “And…try to speak up when ya talk to her.”

              “Why?” asked ten-year-old Lute.  Mearl sighed.

              “Banjey’s got hearin’ loss in one of her ears.”  Harper, who had been nervously standing by his older sister with his hands behind his back, paled.  “Not complete.  She can still hear some out of it, but she’s havin’ issues adjustin’.”

              “Will she need a hearin’ aid?” asked eleven-year-old Viola.

              “Yes.  But it’s dif’cult to find good, affordable hearin’ aids fer folks as lil as yer sister,” Mearl said.  Harper paled further.  “We’ll keep lookin’, but fer now, she’ll have to do without.  That means y’all need to accommodate fer her, okay?”

              “Of course, Pa!” Harper blurted out.  He winced.  “Should- should I not be here?” he asked weakly.  Mearl shook his head.

              “Banjey ain’t angry at you, son.  She ain’t angry at anyone.  She just wants to sleep in her own bed.  When she comes walkin’ through the door, try to keep things subdued, okay?  She don’t need more excitement.”  As if on cue, the door opened behind Mearl.  He partially turned to smile at his wife and youngest child.

              Banjey clung for dear life to the stuffed animal rabbit a kind nurse had given her in the hospital.  Her visible eye darted around, taking in everything.  Violynn stepped forward.  She crouched in front of her younger sister.

              “Howdy, Banjey,” Violynn said sweetly.  Banjey frowned.  She turned her head so that her left ear, which hadn’t suffered any hearing loss from the accident, faced Violynn.  Violynn paused, unsure of what to do.  Mearl nodded at her.  Violynn cleared her throat.  “We’re so happy to have ya back,” Violynn said, this time speaking louder.  Banjey mumbled something too quietly to make out.  “I like yer haircut!”  The firework had come into contact with Banjey’s lovely long caramel-colored hair, damaging it.  Thankfully, there was a hair stylist that came to the hospital to give haircuts to children for free, so Banjey’s cute new bob hadn’t cost a dime.

              Unlike everything else in the hospital…

              “Thanks,” Banjey said, still quiet, but now audible.  Violynn’s smile broadened.  Lute surged forward.  Mearl tensed, ready to grab his hyperactive youngest son if he overstepped his bounds.

              “You’ve got an eyepatch?” Lute gasped.  Banjey nodded.

              “It’s fer my eye,” she said, a bit more confidently now.  “My eye ‘ll be fine, but the doctor wants to make sure it heals right.”  Banjey looked at Sally and Mearl.  “Right?”

              “That’s exactly right, sweetling,” Sally cooed.  Lute crossed his arms.

              “No fair!  I want an eyepatch!  I want to be a pirate!” he said.  Banjey giggled, the first time she had laughed since the accident.

              “I ain’t a pirate,” she said.  “But when I’m done with the eyepatch, I can let ya have it.”

              “Awesome!” Lute gushed.  “I’m gonna be a pirate for Halloween!”  Banjey giggled again.  Harper cleared his throat and stepped forward.  Violynn and Lute moved to the side, allowing Harper to crouch in front of Banjey.

              “I’m- I’m sorry, Banjey,” Harper croaked.  Mearl’s heart broke.  All week, Harper had been barely able fall asleep at night, he was so wracked with guilt.  It didn’t help that word had spread around town about the accident, resulting in multiple townsfolk avoiding him or giving him dirty looks.

              Thank goodness he’ll be startin’ college in the fall and can go somewhere folks won’t know any of what happened.

              “I, uh, I know yer fav’rite bear got torn by Cash, so’s I figured I’d give ya somethin’ to replace it a bit,” Harper continued awkwardly.  He held out his hands, revealing what he had been hiding behind his back: a stuffed animal green snake wearing a knight’s helmet.  “It ain’t as good as the bunny you’ve got there, but I wanted to do somethin’ to make yer first night back better.”  Banjey set down her bunny and reached for the snake.

              “Did ya make it?” she asked softly.  Harper nodded. 

              “SI understand if you’d prefer somethin’ of higher quality.”  Banjey took the snake from Harper.  She held it close.  Her visible eye teared up.

              “I- I love it.”  Harper smiled weakly.  Banjey flung her arms around Harper’s neck.  Harper returned the embrace, squeezing his little sister tightly.  “And I love you, Harper.”

              “I love ya, too, Banjey,” Harper said in a choked-up voice.  Sally put a hand on Banjey’s shoulder.

              “Banjey, let’s get ya settled back in, okay?  And a quick nap, too.”

              “Mmkay,” Banjey mumbled.  She picked up her bunny.  Holding both stuffed animals, she followed Sally further into the house, towards her bedroom.  Harper stood up.

              “School starts soon,” Basstian said.  Mearl and his siblings looked at him, startled by the apparent non-sequitur.  “What’s Banjey goin’ to do?  If she can’t hear well…”

              “We’re plannin’ on homeschoolin’ her this first year,” Mearl said.  “Fer one thing, we can handle her hearin’ loss better ‘n the school can.  At least until we get her a hearin’ aid.  Fer another, we don’t want anyone to say anything ‘bout her scars to her until she’s gotten more used to how she looks now.”

              “Makes sense,” Lute muttered.  He crossed his arms.  “Max and I can’t protect Banjey from every mean kid out there.”

              “How long will it take to get her a hearin’ aid?” Violynn asked.  Mearl shook his head.  “Ya don’t know?”

              “Ain’t got the foggiest, sweet pea.”

              “I guess we’ll just have to get used to talkin’ louder until then.”

              “Or…” Harper said slowly.  All eyes turned to him.  “What if we tried usin’ some sign language?  It’d prob’ly be better fer everyone.  ‘Specially better fer Banjey.”  Mearl nodded slowly.

              “Banjey’s already started clammin’ up a bit since communicatin’ is more dif’cult fer her at the mo’.  I think yer right, Harper.  Sign language is our best bet until we can get her a hearin’ aid.”  Harper beamed.  “Why don’t ya take yer siblin’s ‘n go to the lib’ary.  See if ya can find some books or whatnot on sign language so’s we can work on learnin’ it.”

              “We’re all gonna have to learn it?” Lute whined.

              “That’s how languages work,” Viola said.  “Ya need two people to be speakin’ the same one if’n  ya want ‘em to understand each other.”

              “I guess…” Lute mumbled.

              “I think that my college has sign language classes, too,” Harper said eagerly.  “I can take some.”

              “I don’t want ya to change yer educational path, son.”

              “A coupla classes won’t have any big changes,” Harper said.  He held out his hand.  “Can I have the keys to the truck?”

              “Nope.  Violynn can drive y’all,” Mearl said firmly.  Harper pouted.  “She’s a better driver.”  Mearl handed the truck keys to Violynn.  “When y’all get back, you’ll have to do yer chores.”  Mearl smiled.  “So feel free to take yer time at the lib’ary.”

              The kids filed out of the house and piled into the truck.  Mearl waved at them as they drove away, then closed the door and headed for Banjey’s room.  When he arrived, Sally was standing in the doorway, watching Banjey sleep.

              “She’s such a heavy sleeper,” Sally whispered.  Mearl put an arm around her shoulders.  Sally leaned her head against him.  “I’m so happy we’re all home again.”

              “We’ve got a lot to get through, but we can do it,” Mearl said firmly.  They both watched Banjey turn in her sleep, mumbling something about frogs.  “‘Cause we’re goin’ through it together.”

[just-another-ficwriter]

We’re being robbed of Firefighter Sweet Pea and I’m really not ok with that

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

To summarise:

-The episode starts with Kevin having not-safe sex. Not safe as: in what seems to be the same tracker’s stop right off exit 42 where he helped Betty bring in a suspect for her sister’s disappearance.

-Juniper, Dagwood and Alice are bonding through crafting: the twins with glitter, Granny Smith with missing persons posters.

-Places for having life-altering discussions: the sauna. Places for making life-altering announcements: the teachers’ lounge. I am taking notes for after the lockdown.

-Betty isn’t turned off by Shirtless!Firefighter!Archie because a) she’s been experiencing nightmares that are far more scarring and b) girl has a thing for suspenders, we all know that …

-Veronica calls her bestie Katie Keene by both her first name and her surname. Twice. As one normally does.

-Archie realizes that it’ll take more than plasterwork to fix Betty’s problems and his libido instantly dwindles. Boy knows his limits.

-Riverdale wonky timeline alert #1: Polly has been gone for weeks.

-All characters are drinking now to show that they’re adults except from Jughead who drinks to show that he’s an alcoholic.

-Riverdale wonky timeline alert #2: all the cars in the parking lot where Aliens Anonymous meet are from the ‘60s.

- The Mothman is once again proven to be a benign creature: first it prevented Jughead from drinking his spiked coffee in 5x7 and now it’s making him face the blackouts from his past. You see those wing-like bones? It’s an Angel.

-You know Betty is struggling hard with trauma when she starts calling the dimmest boy in the town A Window of Light in the Dark.

- The key party was predictably not a key party. Who would have guessed? Certainly not this viewer who put it on their Impossible Riverdale Bingo Card!

-Jughead goes from 0 to 100 in regards to failing to hide his drinking problem, because it’s time to deal with that plotline. Riverdale writing at its best. (Is it that reprehensible though, to want to be hammered in order to attend Cheryl’s party?)

-Reggie is 100% straight, my arse. This is undoubtably a red herring for the big 5x18 denouement, where he comes out as either a) Sweet Pea’s secret husband going through the gauntlet by working undercover to take down Hiram or b) Charles and Chick’s secret lover who breaks them out of prison so that Charles can off Hiram.

-Toni takes one look at Cheryl’s gothic nursery of horrors and runs screaming in the opposite direction. Run, Toni, Run!

-Riverdale wonky timeline alert #3: Tony has been trying to get Cheryl out of Thornhill “for the last two months”. Wait what?

-Core 4 main straight couples are getting back together, therefore supporting background gay couple Kangs is no more. Rude.

-If Chad doesn’t file for alimony, what’s the point?

-Where’s Toffee, Betty????

One down. Eleven more opportunities for bughead exes-to-sexes to happen.

[afterlifeoftheparty]

sweet pea would be a firefighter if anyone had asked him 🙄

[sweetsfuckingpea]

If RAS was a better writer and gave us more sweet pea content instead of throwing him away, we.. We could have firefighter!sweet pea 😭

OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT!!!!

just picture him in that blue tight tshirt. OMG

[riverdaleouat4432]

Forbidden Love  Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader

Warning: Cursing, abuse

Summary: You live on the Northside and you are the smartest one in the school. People call you the nerd and you just don’t mind.  But what happens when the south siders come to Northside? Will fall in love with Sweet Pea or Will he have to earn your Trust? Read to Find out. 

Sorry it’s long

 No one pov:

It was like any other day y/n got up and got dressed in black skinny jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket with roses on the back of it with white convers and a red choker. Yes, I know what you are thinking “Isn’t she the nerd of the school?” and yes she is but she has a great sense of style. As she heads to school she walks alone because she has no friends because no one wants to be her friend. As she walks she notices that there is a commotion in front of the school as she enters it. What she sees is very shocking... She sees Southside Serpents at Northside High. (a/n not sure if that is the name of the school but oh well back to the story.) Y/n sees Cheryl and Reggie trying to get the serpents out of the school.

Y/n pov: 

As I walk down to see what is going on I see a very tall Serpent and can I just say he is fucking hot. As I was trying to figure out how tall he was Reggie puts his arm around me and calls me babe. “REGGIE I AM NOT YOU “BABE” WE ARE NOT DATING SO QUIT TRYING”  I forgot that the serpents were standing there and everyone was looking at me. Eventually the bell rang and we had to head to class. Thank god bell I thought I would die I thought. As I enter class I see 4 of the serpents there. “Okay Class we have new students joining us today... Their names are Sweet Pea, Fangs Fogarty, Jughead Jones, and Toni Topaz.” “Mrs. Morgan” “Yes miss y/n” “I was wondering when the paper is due” “Well first was that appropriate when I am introducing the new students?” “No” “and second it is due in 3 weeks but since you Miss y/n wanted to interrupt me it will be due in 3 days. Lets hope you have 5 pages.” “Mrs. Morgan?” “YES... Miss y/n” “I already finished the paper and I have 10 pages.” The teacher tells me to turn it in and as I walked to the front of the class everybody was staring at me. As the lesson continues I just wonder why the Serpents are here like what happened at Southside high? Then a kid named Josh starts to make noises and was interrupting the class and sked the question on my mind. “Mrs. Morgan?” “Yes Josh?” “Why are the serpents at our school?” “Well their was a fire at our old school and is still going and the firemen can’t get it to burn out.” The girl with pink hair answered. “Well have you tried to close the windows?” “what?” “Did you close the windows?” “No?” “Well the there is your problem” “What are you talking about” “If you don’t close the windows the fire will keep going and when the windows are closed and put a wet blanket or towel and then start to spray it with water then the fire will start to go out.” “Sorry about her she is the dork of the school or maybe a firefighter” Josh told them I just took the book off of Sweet Pea’s desk and threw it at Josh’s head. “She is also a loner” “You better keep your mouth shut if I were you Josh because did you know my mom is a police officer and I wouldn’t her to know what you did to me July 4th now would we?” “no... Well I really don’t mind I mean it’s not my fault you don’t have a boyfriend and will never get one also you know the consequences if you tell.”

Sweet Pea pov: 

“No... Well I really don’t mind I mean it’s not my fault you don’t have a boyfriend and will never get one also you know the consequences if you tell” Is what the boy said to the girl with the black leather jacket with roses on it. “Oh you better shut up Josh you were the one who was trying to get me to be your girlfriend and you were also the one who raped me for not being yours” Woah is all I could think because she was raped and no one knew? “… it must have slipped oops” “You better shut your mouth we made a deal and you know what happens when you spill the secret?” “well...I didn’t mean to let it slip Josh you are the most horrifying person yet” Where in the world is the teacher? SMACK What the hell. “huh... did you just hit me Josh?” “what do you think?” As I was watching this the girl just kick him where it hurts like hard and he went to the ground she started to kick him and punch him then I saw a women police show up. “Y/N!!” “MOM!” “What do you think you are doing?” “Mom I don’t know anymore...” “y/n you are turning into your father” “what do you mean?... Oh I know what you mean now” “We will discuss this at home in the mean time Joshua you are going to Jail for sexual abuse.”  I watched as y/n went to the back of the class but before she did she handed me back my book. “Sorry for taking it” “It... It’s fine” why did I stutter am I afraid of her? 

Time skip:

I watched as she got into a really expensive car and the same women police officer was in the front of the wheel an she got into the passenger seat.

Y/n pov:

As me and my mom enter our house she tells me I need to take a breather. You see when I was younger my dad was abusing my mom I tried to stop him but that didn’t work because then he started to abuse me, then hell broke loose you want to know why well it was because my dad was a ghoulie and everyone at the school didn’t know well except for Mike but he left for New York and I used to be good friends with Jason Blossom and Cheryl Blossom but then Cheryl became popular and know I am alone again also because Jason had died. I also don’t have a boyfriend was because h used to abuse me as well so what Josh said was and wasn’t true. “Honey!!” “Yeah mom?” “I invited some people over” “Oh okay... Do I have to come down?” “yes I want you to meet them okay” “kay” as I walk down stairs I see the Serpents. And DAD!?!?!? “Mom what is dad doing here??” “well sweetie he came back to apologize” “NO!!!” “What do you mean NO” “WELL HE WAS THE ONE WHO ABUSED ME AND YOU MOM AND WHEN HE LEFT I WAS AT PEACE I HAVE FUCKING SCARES BECAUSE OF HIME THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU LET HIM BACK IN OUR LIVES.” “LOOK Y/N” “DON’T... DON’T LOOK ME DAD OR MAYBE I SHOULD CALL YOU RICHARD” “What is going on m/n” “look F.P my daughter has ghoulie blood in her which means she is turning into her dad.” “oh sweetie we can be a family again” “NO.... I don’t want to be like you don’t you understand I hate you and I hate that you think that I will let you back into my life like you did nothing” “You were supposed to be there for me but you weren’t you let me down and now I have trust issues because of you” “Oh honey I was there for you” “NO YOU WEREN’T IF YOUU WERE THEN WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS BEING ABUSED OR RAPED BY JOSH” “I TOLD HIM TO RAPE YOU Y/N HE WAS FOWOLLING ORDERS BECAUSE I NEW IF YOU HAD GHOULIE SIDE IN YOU THEN YOU WOULD BREAK” “maybe I don’t want you as my dad anymore then” “y/n don’t...” “no F.P I know what I want in my life and Who and the person I don’t want back in y life is you dad so get the hell you and go back to where ever you were, and don’t bother coming back”

3 Months later:

I started to like one boy and his name is Sweet Pea. yes I know I shouldn’t but he is so tough and he is fucking hot. I am also good friends with Toni, Juggie and Fangs. As I was walking to school I saw Betty all over Sweet Pea and he seemed comfortable then I realized one thing I’m jealous. I go over to betty and yell at her and say I saw him first and he was mine. As I figured out what I just said I ran to the girls bathroom. Betty came in and said “I don’t like him y/n I was trying to make you jealous because he also likes you to he was trying to find a way to get close o you to gain your trust.” “Betty he already had my trust” “How?” “after the fight with my dad I ran out of the house... I was running and running then I stopped because I couldn’t run any faster. I then realized I was in the southside these men came up and tried to attack me because they were drunk just in time Sweet Pea saved my life and from then on I started to crush on him. but before that we talked for a while and I trusted him to keep my secrets and my life story and he never told anyone and he also took me home” “Well then y/n you need to tell him how you fell.” “yeah you’re right” As the day goes by I find the courage to tell sweet pea how I feel. “Hey Sweets?” “hey y/n What's up?” “Oh I wanted to tell you that I think I love you” “That’s good news” “Why?” “because I think I love you to” then he did some thing he kissed me I did not respond immediately but when I figures what he was doing I kissed back. 

Part 2???

[riverdaledreaming]

The Adventures of Nancy Screw

Nancy Screw and the Mystery of the Big O  - Betty Cooper/Chuck Clayton (brief), Betty Cooper/FP Jones II

Nancy Screw and the Firefighter’s Reward - Betty Cooper/Reggie Mantle - @riverdalebingo Firefighter AU

Nancy Screw and the Serpentine Lair - Betty Cooper/FP Jones II/Sweet Pea/Fangs Fogarty - @riverdalebingo Hook Suspension

Nancy Screw and the Quest for Overstimulation - Betty Cooper/Sweet Pea/Reggie Mantle

Kink Week 2020

Howling at the Moon, Baby We’ll Take Care of You - Betty Cooper/Riverdale Bulldogs - Kink Week theme 3: Fantasies Come True

Mess Me Up (No One Does It Better) - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones - Kink Week theme 4: Ponytail Perversions - @riverdalebingo Sub Training

The Final Nail in the Coffin - Betty Cooper/Donna Sweett/Bret Weston Wallis - Kink Week theme 2: The Gang’s All Here

When Nobody’s Watching - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones - Kink Week theme 1: Paraphilia Playground - @riverdalebingo Only Two in a Movie Theater

One-shots

La Vie En Moutarde - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Playing Reindeer Games - Betty Cooper/FP Jones II

Hold Me Tight, Keep Me Warm - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones - @riverdalebingo Cockwarming

I Want To Linger (A Little Longer Here With You) - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones - @riverdalebingo Summer Camp AU

Taking What He Deserves - Betty Cooper/Chuck Clayton

The Customer’s Always Right - Betty Cooper/OMCs, Betty Cooper/Serpents

You’re the Only Man for Me - Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Two-Shots

Let Me Hear You Scream - Betty Cooper/Ghoulies, Betty Cooper/Malachi