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[sweetimagines]

S is for Serpents not Slut

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Description: Y/N gets messed up with Ghoulies and Sweet Pea tries everything he can to protect her. Will it be enough, though?

Prompt: 1. ‘Back off, Serpent slut.’ + 24. ‘Stay away from the Ghoulies at all costs.’

Warnings: Swearing and fighting. 

Word count: 2323

A/N: For @tailsbeth-writes writing challenge. This is my first challenge and the first I write for Sweet Pea, hope you like it! 

Tag: @southsidejuggie @ju-gg @lostnliterature  Let me know if you still want to be tagged on future work. And if anyone wants to be added to the tag list :)

Y/N is in Southside High’s library with her head stuck in a book. She’s made quite a good friendship with the librarian, so the woman let’s her stay in late. Pages are flying as she’s reading as fast as possible since the story is almost ending. However, the lights go off, something that doesn't usually happen on nights she stays in. She walks out confused - anybody who sees her can tell she’s a bit scared, for the Black Hood is still out there and she has her fair share of sin. Noises are coming from down the hall. It’s not the smartest thing, but she carefully walks towards them. Y/N spots three ghouls standing over a boy whose face is covered in blood. She only recognizes him because of the unique beanie he wears. Something comes over her and she rushes to stop them. Y/N stands dangerously close to the stronger one that’s laughing at what his accomplices are doing. “Stop.” She doesn't have to shout to get their attention, but there sure is some demand on her tone. The surprise of it makes them switch focus to her, leaving the beat-up boy twitching slightly at the pain. 

“Back off, Serpent slut.” The words fall from his lips in what could be interpreted as fear if it wasn't coming from a Ghoul. “Or what?” Y/N doesn't know if this new-found courage is from her deep disgust for the Jingle Jangle dealing gang or from instinct to protect her friend at all costs. “Or you’re next.” He squints his eyes, scanning her from top to bottom, as if he’d rather do something else to her, proving Toni’s suspicions on cannibalism to be real. “I doubt that’s a smart move for you. But please, do try.” She bumps her shoulder on his when walking past him and kneeling down on the ground to pick Jughead up. As much as the boy is thankful, he’s terrified, for he can handle a beating, not watching Y/N get the same for helping him. 

Sweet Pea parks his 1991 Harley-Davidson FXSTC in front of the school with the other Serpents’ bikes. He dismounts and smooths out his hair after removing his helmet. It’s not usual for him to ride to school alone, and that generates a cold feeling on the pit of his stomach, telling him something’s wrong. Ghoulies eye him as if they know something he doesn't. That puts him on edge. He just stares back at them, not letting show that he hasn't got a clue what’s going on. “Gotta keep your slut on a tighter leash.” A Ghoul spits the second he steps foot on Southside High. Pea bumps onto him with strength. On an usual occasion he’d beat the shit out of a Ghoul for even talking to him, but circumstances tells him there’s something more important to do.

He rushes to the familiar path to Y/N’s locker with a strange feeling taking over him. All kinds of scenarios are going over his mind, none of which he’s fond of. He’s already planning his revenge if they laid a finger on her. Guilt finds its way in, for dragging Y/N into this, even though she’s not a pledged Serpent. The thought of seeing her hurt, or worse, NOT seeing her at all scares him. He’s not ready to admit fear yet, so he forces himself to walk slower and breathe regularly, but his heart is still racing. 

The sight of his gorgeous girlfriend staring down at a book soothes him. He takes a moment to inhale deeply, get his heart rate back to normal and slip back into his confident self before walking up to her. “I rode by your trailer and you weren't there. I called you last night and you didn't pick up.” He pushes his worries to the back of his mind. “I came in early. I’m sorry, my phone died and Jug only had an Apple charger.” Pea frowns at her reply, backing off unconsciously. “Why were you at Jughead’s?” She can feel jealously and a hint of insecurity in his voice. “Nothing like that, Sweets.” Y/N brushes her fingers on his arm, going down his hand, feeling the cold metal scorpion ring on his finger. “The Ghoulies rounded him up last night.” She makes it sound like it was no big deal - and for teens in Southside High it definitely isn't . “What? Did they hurt you?” Sweets inspects at every inch of her body searching for evidence. “No.” She nods. “But they hurt Jug. They would've done worse if I hadn't stepped in.” The mere thought of it being worse is spine chilling for her. “You did what?” He bumps his fist on the locker next to hers, making a bang noise and calling attention to them. “Relax, Pea.” Y/N cups his face on her palms, making him look at her. “It was just three of them. I could handle it if they snapped.” The girl doesn't want him to worry, but that seems a too far fetched wish now. “Oh, Y/N. You clearly haven’t met Malachai.” He pulls her close to his chest, resting his chin on her hair, placing a sweet kiss, breathing in her perfumed smell. She wraps her arms around his waist, felling his heart accelerate against her skin. ”You have to stay away from the Ghoulies at all costs.” Sweet Pea whispers in her ear. 

Pea has been walking her to every single one of her classes. His arms around her shoulder and a nasty look on his face every time a Ghoul walks past them. “Here. I got a charger from Fangs.” He hands her a twisted cord with wires coming off from the ends. She’s just about to thank him when Jug walks past them, trying to hide the bruises on his face. “You shouldn't have gotten involved.” Sweet Pea would do anything to change that. “No Serpent is left for dead.” Y/N quotes his own rule. “He’s not a Serpent, and neither are you.” He wishes he could take those words back since he’s just scared for her. It’s no excuse, but the only fear he knows is inextricably bound to violence. “So you wouldn't step in to help me because I’m not a Serpent?”, she questions. “You’re my girlfriend, of course I would.” He runs his fingers down her face, resting on the crook of her neck, tattooed thumb on her chin, raising it. “So, unless I’m dating Jughead I can’t provide him help? Is that what you’re saying?”, she almost shouts. “No...” Sweet Pea feels cornered. Either he contradicts himself or he lies. He’s frustrated that he doesn't know how to express himself. The boy is telling her with his eyes that he’s scared out of his mind. “I gotta get to class.” She see his conflict but can’t deal with it at school.

When Y/N’s phone finally charges, she turns it on, peering at the notifications on the lock screen.

1 Missed call from: Sweets

Y/N giggles at that, but covers her mouth immediately after, because even in the back of the class her voice is still heard. She knows Pea’s like that, if you don’t answer on the first ring he doesn't insist. The girl’s sure it’s a part of his tough act. She’s broken down many of his barriers but there’s still a long way to go. Y/N is not giving up on him, no matter how hard it may be to get him to open up.

The whole week teachers have been impressed with Pea’s attendance rate, so much that they’re not even stopping him from sitting on classes he doesn't take. What they don’t know is the reason behind it. He tried having Topaz and Fangs keeping an eye on her, but he couldn't rest until she was in eye sight and safe. The boy even gave her his pocket knife, just in case. She’s feeling a bit suffocated and overwhelmed with all that. She also believes it’s overreacting, but whenever she tries to bring that up with Pea, he shuts it down. It’s like Sweet Pea has turned into her bodyguard and stopped being her boyfriend. Y/N understands it completely, the boy doesn't want her to get hurt, but she’s missing her Sweets.

Jughead enters the Wyrm wearing the Serpents jacket he got from Tall Boy. “I think this Northsider is lost.”, Sweet Pea says, still playing his pool game. Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs Jughead by the arm, dragging him to a secluded corner. She can feel the furious stare from Sweets even if she’s not looking at him, but the girl can’t take the jealousy anymore. Y/N knows she has to warn Jug that joining the Serpents isn't just putting on a jacket and saying you’re one of them. Which is exactly why she hasn't pledged yet. The beanie-clad boy doesn't seem to care and he walks away to talk to Tall Boy and start his initiation. She turns around and Sweet Pea is there, standing tall with his bad boy facade on. Y/N can’t deal with that at the moment. “I need some air.” He doesn't protest. The boy is too mad to see straight, not even at her, let alone at himself for feeling such petty things.

Y/N walks out to clear her head, walking around the bar’s parking lot. She is practically run over by a red 1936 Chevy Sedan with the unique flame marks on its front wheels, which she knows perfectly well who it belongs to. The owner gets out of the car and the studs on his leather jacket shine because of the headlights. Three Ghoulies come behind him. The girl recognizes them as the ones who jumped Jughead. She knows what’s going to happen. There’s no turning back now, so she puts on a brave face as to trick herself into believing it will be ok.

“Heard you disrespect some of my boys.” Malachai’s superiority complex is evident not only on his words but also on his lifted chin. “They were three against my one friend. Not much honor in that.” Y/N counterattacks, folding her arms around her body. “As far as I know, the boy’s not spoken for.” He speaks as if he has everything figured out and that annoys Y/N. “The “boy” is Jughead Jones.” She emphasizes his name. “If I were you, I’d watch who you send your boys beat up.” She can see that revelation is the last thing the Ghoulies’ leader needs to hear now. “Who the fuck do you think you are talking to, Serpent slut?”  He hides behind curses not to let his angst out. “I know I’m talking to the head of a bunch of psychopathic thugs. Also, I have a name, Y/N. I suggest you use it.” She’s bold, maybe a bit stupid to provoke him, but she doesn't see how that could end any other way, so she may as well speak her mind. “You talk tough for someone who doesn't belong to either side.” He chuckles. “Oh. I belong to a side alright. You don’t wanna find out which.” Malachai motions the Ghoulies to stand their ground and steps closer to Y/N. She doesn't flinch or move away even if every side of her is screaming her to run.

His fist coming towards her is the only thing she see clearly, everything else is a blur. Y/N eventually finds herself with a swollen eye and a hurting chest. Malachai is about to mount her and finish deforming her face. She takes Sweet Pea’s penknife out of her jacket’s inside pocket and pops up the blade. It cuts through Malachai’s abdomen as he leans in. He looks surprised that the girl was armed. “Bitch... stabbed me.” She feels the thick blood that dripped from his wound. His weight is no longer on her as his Ghoulies are fast to pick him up and speed out of the Wyrm before anyone else gets involved.

The loud noise from the Chevy starting up makes the Serpents come out from the bar. Sweet Pea recognizes the girl lying on the ground. He runs to her She holds onto the collar of his leather jacket and places an iron-tasting kiss on his lips. “I think I can handle initiation now...” Pea can’t seem to laugh at her statement. If she wasn't bleeding in his arms, that would've probably been funnier. “First let’s get you patched up.” He grabs her legs and holds her bride-style, taking her inside the Wyrm to get her injuries looked at.

Jughead’s got his heart on his throat as he waits to hear how Y/N’s doing. He’s feeling guilty for not being able to defend himself, ending up with his friend getting beaten up as well. Sweet Pea walks up to him and extends his hand in a truce attempt as his stubbornness is what got them in that mess in the first place. They shake hands but don’t exchange words. 

Sweets sits next to the beanie-clad boy in the high stools in the counter. He’s promising himself that from now on he’ll never let anything happen to Y/N, specially because of him, as he feels guilty for making her walk out of the bar, even if she’ll never blame him for it. He’s not feeling worthy of her at the moment, but he’ll work as hard as he can to be again, because he loves that girl more than anything.