|| Okay so before y'all jump my ass over being racist or part of erasure culture I'm going to explain something real quick. a. Sweet Pea's canon never touches on his heritage. b. I have multiple Sweet Pea accounts because I like to explore all possible facets of his +

She could…he’s not at the apartment though he’s … house sitting.

“Yeah… parents place for a couple of days. Watering plants and drinking beer and shit. It’s fucking quiet though”

. . . think about what?

“Company would be good. You’re company is always best. Yeah you can get in and out easy enough. It’s one of the few old southside houses left at the edge of the forest. It’s the only updated one … can’t really miss it”

A damn Ghoulie sneaks into the house once a month a least so you can catch up in secret. What’s the difference?

“Yeah but let’s not go spreading that around alright doll? Little bit of both actually. There’s a green house out back that got turned into a patio kinda deal.”

Look when I met her she was just new blood in town. Didn’t know she was a Ghoulie she was a good time. Still don’t see her as one them. She does her shit and I do mine it doesn’t bleed.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes at his mother’s comment about whose daughter Cordelia was. “Yeah… found that one out the hard way… your brother’s a dick by the way… fights like an asshole too. Look it’s not like I hung a sign on the damn front door”

"Really? That's how you're gonna play this out? You and Dad weren't on the same side of the table for a lot of years but it didn't stop either one of you. Just because you don't see it doesn't mean it isn't happening . . ."

𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙀 𝕮𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝕵𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰.

|| Five and a half years ago, in the Riverdale fandom, I came across a wonderful writer and we started up a storyline. Little did I know then that that writer would become my closest and dearest friend! Wishing 𝕮𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝕵𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰.‘s writer the happiest birthday! ||