#also i abbreviated her name wrong earlier rip me

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For the frostkettle truthers

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Chapter Two: I Predict A Riot

Summary: A sequel to I’m On Fire. The six of you were all happily joking, squeezed into a single booth. No one saw the man stood outside the diner watching. The relationship between you and Sweet Pea was growing stronger, it would make getting to you even harder but he was determined to do it. One way or another, he would get his revenge.

I’m On Fire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

I Predict A Riot: Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Abbreviations: Y/N - Your Name            Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Trigger Warning: Slut-Shaming

A/N: Now that the first part is out of the way, I Predict A Riot will be updated every Friday from now on! I hope you enjoy this! x

Your parents had gone to your room, perhaps they had found something, or someone had broken in and stolen your stuff. Were the windows broken? Had a candle set fire to the curtains? Maybe they had packed all your things and were just waiting to throw you out…

Your ponderings came to an end as your reached the door and saw what they were all worried about.

In big letters on your bedroom wall, someone had written ‘Go to hell, Serpent Slut.’ The words sent chills through your whole body. Every muscle was shaking and you felt tears well in your eyes. It was red, either blood, or paint to look like blood. Either way, there was no mistaking it, this was meant as a threat.

You were lost for words, there was nothing you could say. You were in shock. Who had done this and why? Did they know about last night? How had they gotten in? Had they taken anything, done anything else? What more were they planning? Had there actually been someone watching you earlier today?

Your dad’s face was still filled with anger but also disappointment. He knew exactly where you had been last night. He seemed less concerned about your well-being and the potential threat this person held but more about what they implied. He didn’t care. The two of you had never been close but this hurt.

You looked to your mum for reassurance. She was hovering near you, undecided on whether to give you space or to hug you and comfort you. Your eyes were still wide with shock and she took this as permission to embrace you. Her tears fell onto your shoulder and allowed you to give way to the flood of tears that you yourself had been holding back.

You cried out of terror and fear for your own safety. Someone wanted to hurt you, whether physically or emotionally, either way they meant it. The idea that someone had been watching you, knew you were out that morning, knew you had slept at Pea’s last night chilled you to your core. 

What if your mum or dad had walked in whilst they had been here? You cried out of guilt for you being the cause for the threat. If either one of your parents had gotten hurt, it would have been because of you. 

This person had come into your house. Not only was it no longer safe here but you were also a burden upon the family, upon the neighbourhood.

You felt guilt because Pea had to see this. Pea.

You twisted out of your mother’s arms and, although your eyes were clouded with tears, you could see him standing in the doorway. Waves of anger were practically rolling off of him, his hands were tightly fisted and his jaw was clenched. His eyes were fixed on the words, taking no notice of you. He would blame himself but he would also go looking for revenge. He would get himself hurt and you couldn’t stand the idea of it. He was your Sweet Pea and there was no way that you would be the reason that he would get hurt… or worse… Whoever this person was, they meant business.

Slowly, you walked towards him. You saw your dad move to stop you but your mum gave him a warning glare, holding onto his wrist tight.

Only when you placed a hand on his arm did he look at you. His eyes flitted over your face, trying to gauge your feelings. You could see his emotions were conflicting. On one hand he wanted to protect you, stop you from getting hurt. He wanted to rip whoever threatened you to pieces, angry at the prospect of someone even thinking about trying to get to you. But he was also angry at himself. He was a Serpent and he didn’t belong with your crowd. He should have known better.

“Pea?” Your voice shook with the overwhelming emotion you were feeling. That was all the permission he needed before engulfing you in a tight hug, squeezing you closer to him. You were still here, no one had hurt you and he wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. This is my fault.”

Closing your eyes, you leant your head against his. He would protect you.

“Take me home, Pea.” It was no longer safe at your house. Whoever it was had gotten in and they would easily do it again. Someone had been in your room and you wouldn’t be able to sleep in your own bed knowing that.

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want, Y/N.” Surprise was evident in his voice. He pulled back slightly but you clung to his neck for support, you were weak.

‘I won’t let anyone fucking touch you’ were the last words you heard before you collapsed into Pea. The past few weeks had been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. It had taken a toll on you, you hadn’t given yourself a break and the prospect of this new threat had completely overwhelmed you.

Pea effortlessly bent down, sliding an arm under your legs, before standing upright again, holding you bridal style. Without looking at your dad, he turned to your mum.

“Mrs Y/L/N, would you mind giving us a ride to my trailer? I brought my bike but I don’t think it’s wise with Y/N in this state…” His voice was soft, just above a whisper, as he shifted so that your head was nestled in the spot where his neck met his shoulder.

“No way in- ” Your mum cut your dad off with another warning glare. He started to protest but thought better of it, giving up. He walked away, giving Pea a meaningful look as he passed.

“Of course, Sweet Pea, anything for my daughter.” She smiled before leading Pea out the house and to her car.

The two of them travelled in silence. Pea was sat in the back seat with your head resting on his lap as you lay on the other two seat. He mussed with your hair, lazily running his fingers through it as his thoughts were consumed by you. 

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you and no one would get within a yard of you without your permission. And if you came to realise that you deserved so much better than a kid with anger problems, born on the wrong side of the tracks, then he wouldn’t stop you. He would let you go but he would keep watch. You may not want to be with him but no one would hurt you, not even him.

Pea had been too caught up in his own mind and was surprised when the car pulled up at Sunnyside Trailer Park. Your mum had obviously been here before and Sweet Pea would be sure to ask you about that later.

“It’s just this one here.” He gestured for your mum to pull up outside his trailer.

She held the car door open to allow Pea room to carry you out of the car. “Look after her.” She pushed your hair from your face, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Please.”

“Of course.” Pea nodded and shared a look with your mum before making for his trailer.

You stirred as Pea cautiously manoeuvred his way through the door, taking care not to bash your head or any part of your body for that matter. He noticed your eyes begin to flutter but didn’t acknowledge it until the door was shut.

“Can you stand?” he asked, slowly releasing your legs and helping you test your balance. You held onto the countertop for support and he ensured you weren’t going to collapse again before removing the arm that was around your waist.

Pea locked the door, triple-checking that it wouldn’t open, before turning to you. He brushed back the hair that had fallen over your face and bent over so he could look into your eyes.

“I will be back in a second. I want to check everything is as it should be.” He wandered around the trailer, checking the rooms for anything suspicious and shutting and locking each and every window.

He eventually returned to you and silently wrapped his arm around your waist again, leading you to his bedroom. Pea helped you sit on the bed and removed your shoes and, pulling back the covers, he gestured for you to get in. You half expected him to tuck you in and read you a bedtime story too...

Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, he stood beside you for a moment, working out in his head what to say. “You make yourself comfortable here and, er, I’ll be on the sofa if you need me.” He turned to walk away but you grabbed hold of his wrist in protest.

“No.” You said as firmly as you could in your drowsy state. “Stay with me, I need you.”

Undecided, he looked to your hand before crouching at the side of the bed. You turned to face him, resting your head on your other hand.

“Are you sure? Y’know after, after what they wrote?” You scoffed at the idea, to which Pea was taken aback. He truly did not know what to expect from you and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. He understood the toll something like that could have on you and was putting you before himself. It was then that you fully realised and comprehended that he did care about you and would continue caring and protecting you whether you wanted him or not. 

What they said about Sweet Pea was not true. He was made out as someone who slept with copious amounts of women, throwing them aside the next day, not caring for their feelings or really taking into account that there were any human beings other than himself. Sure, he had some anger issues but his intentions were all in the right places. Maybe, just maybe, what they say about the Serpents wasn’t true either…

“Just because some asshole called me a slut,” a smirk tugged at Pea’s mouth, ah, you hadn’t broken him after all, “does not mean that I suddenly hate you.”

“That same asshole did also threaten you.” He quipped back but despite the weight behind his words, that playfulness was back. “In blood, might I add.”

“I don’t care, Sweet Pea.” You gave him a semi-serious face but the twinkle in your eye gave you away. “I want you.” 

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should join you or not.

“Shove over then.” You grinned back at him, happily obliging. He slid in effortlessly and you curled up against his side, pressing your face to his ribs.

Very soon you were drifting asleep again and you began to snore softly. You looked so innocent and vulnerable like this, your face relaxed and your lips parted slightly. Pea could watch you for hours. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found you and how much luckier he was that, against all odds, you liked him back.

“You are my weakness, Y/N.” He whispered to you, knowing full well that you couldn’t hear him and wouldn’t reply. In that moment it was just you and him. There was no threat, there was no danger, you were just two teenagers who, unknowingly, were well on their way to falling in love. It was just peace, quiet and hope and an obliviousness to the events that would unfold the next day.

Sweet Pea woke up first the next morning. He hadn’t shut the curtains the night before and sun was streaming into the bedroom. So as not to wake you, he untangled himself from you and slowly made his way off the bed. Pea had closed one of the curtains when he heard you stir; he was worried he had woken you but you simply rolled over onto your front and continued sleeping. You were a real-life sleeping beauty. The dress you were wearing had ridden up slightly, not to be indecent, but so that it exposed your upperthigh. The slither of sun still reaching the room hit your skin just right, giving your legs a glow that just enhanced them more. The position you were in meant that your back was arched, your bum slightly raised and your face was nestled in the pillow. Your hair was dishevelled but in a cool, effortless way, it framed your face. Your lips were apart and an almost-smile graced them. You were an angel, a peaceful, beautiful, heavenly angel asleep in his bed. You were a picture, worthy of being painted by the greatest artists. And you wanted him.

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Chapter Five: I Predict A Riot

Summary: A sequel to I’m On Fire. The six of you were all happily joking, squeezed into a single booth. No one saw the man stood outside the diner watching. The relationship between you and Sweet Pea was growing stronger, it would make getting to you even harder but he was determined to do it. One way or another, he would get his revenge.

I’m On Fire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

I Predict A Riot: Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Abbreviations: Y/N - Your Name            Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Sweet Pea had wandered around the empty streets for a while after he left. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going; he knew where he wanted to go but not how to get there. The Ghoulies moved camp a lot but Pea had hoped that maybe they had returned to an old spot. But they hadn’t.

As it started to rain torrentially, Pea almost gave up. He had been hoping to hold up your honour, teach the Ghoulies what happens when you mess with someone he loves. He sat on a little bench by the side of the road under a flickering street lamp. The rain made sure that his clothes were soaked through to the skin and his hair was sticking to his face. But he wasn’t cold.

This anger that was inside of him, in his core, was very much alive. It was like a fire in his gut. The intense heat kept rolling off it, filling his whole body with the desire for revenge. No one would touch you, he would make sure of it but the best way to do that it is to eliminate the threat, or at least force it to back off and return to the cave it came from. Where the Ghoulies were, though, he didn’t know. It would be futile to keep searching when he could be back at the trailer, with you by his side, protecting you himself.

Pea pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and was just calling Toni to tell her just that when a pair of headlights appeared around the corner followed by rowdy shouts. This wouldn’t have been unusual if Pea hadn’t been on a lane in the middle of nowhere, somewhere between Riverdale and Greendale. The only buildings nearby were barns and an abandoned warehouse, Sweet Pea hadn’t seen anyone for miles.

Pea hastily threw his phone back into his pocket and stood to try and flag down the car, but then he saw who was in it. 

Four very drunk, inner-circle Ghoulies were sat in the back; the windows were down and a heavy beat was smothering their shrieks and shouts. Pea smoothly stood and slipped out of the glow of the street light and into the shadow of a nearby hedge.

The driver, spraying water in all directions, skidded around the corner and down a beaten, off-the-track road. Pea followed the car, sticking to the shadows at the side of the road and keeping a safe distance so as not to be seen.

The road became smaller and smaller, with less room to hide. Trees and bushes acted as barricades either side of the tarmac, providing more shadows and shelter from the rain but also eliminating any means of escape. If someone spotted him, he would be done for.

Soon the road opened up into a clearing where a large derelict barn stood. Trees surrounded the clearing, concealing it from the outside world and creating a fortress of sorts. The driver brought the car up to the large wooden doors of the building before pressing hard on the horn. Two lackeys opened the doors, nodding to the passengers as the car was driven inside, before shutting and locking them.

Bingo. He had found the Ghoulies, now he just needed to get inside. Pea made his way to the front doors and gripped the handle before thinking better of it. If he were to march straight in, the Ghoulies would surround him and then kill him. No, he had to be strategical. Peering through the window, he saw that most of the members were draped over various pieces of furniture around the room, smoking and drinking. Pea didn’t know the Ghoulies all that well, he had always tried to steer clear of them, they were bad news, but the one member he certainly did know was their leader: Malachai. He was nowhere in sight and Pea was quite glad that the most vicious Ghoulie, with the worst reputation, wasn’t here.

In the main room, behind the gang, Pea could see two narrow doorways which, he assumed, would lead to some other kind of back room. If he could get in there, via some kind of back entrance, then he could catch them off guard, maybe have the upper hand.

Avoiding all the windows, Pea crept around the side of the building where he found a window leading to a small bathroom.  After ensuring the room was empty, Pea pulled a knife out from his belt and used it to force the weak, old catch open.

First, he threw his bag in before clambering in himself. Pea struggled to fit his large frame through such a small opening, the wood shrieked in protest and the hinge threatened to give way but, eventually, he made it through, landing with one foot in the filthy toilet bowl. Muttering to himself about the disgusting state of the room (something you would be very proud of) he unzipped his bag, pulling out a long blade as well as a handgun which he had stolen from Mustang when he hadn’t been looking.

He zipped the bag up and slung it back over his shoulder before moving to the door. “Here goes nothing.” He muttered to himself before pushing open the door.

“Well, what do we have here?” A large man stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. The rest of them had formed an intimidating crowd behind him, holding weapons and cackling and jeering. “Grab him.”

Silently in the corner, in the shadows where she wouldn’t be seen, she watched. She would have to confront Sweet Pea soon but now was not the time, she just hoped he would survive. She pulled her jacket a little tighter around her and snuck out the back where she jumped onto her bike and went back to the spot, the spot that had meant so much to her. How had it all gone wrong?

Toni threw down the phone before picking up her jacket and running out the door. You followed her and were surprised to find that the other Serpents were already waiting.

“You need to stay here.” Jug stepped forward, grabbing hold of your shoulders. “We know they want you and God knows what Pea will do to us if you get captured, hurt or worse.” You knew he was right but you wanted to be there for him. You wanted to hold him and tell him it would be alright. You wanted to show the Ghoulies that you weren’t scared, that you couldn’t be intimidated by them.

You attempted to brush his hands off in protest but he only gripped harder, staring you in the eye. “I will come and get you if there is anything wrong, I promise you. Pea will need you but he’ll need you in one piece. Promise me you will stay here and not do anything stupid.”

You didn’t answer him but instead turned on your heel and stalked inside, curling up in Pea’s bed. Wrapping the covers around you, you inhaled the scent that was undeniably Sweet Pea. It smelled like home.

Fangs had used his phone to track Pea’s and they were now racing down narrow, winding roads. Hoping and praying that Pea would be nothing more than badly bruised, but they knew Pea. He was fiercely protective of those he loved, or even just liked, and he definitely loved you. If the Ghoulies had hurt Sweet Pea though, they would pay. No one touched a Serpent and got away with it. They were a family and no Serpent would ever stand alone.

The group parked a small distance from the barn and ran the rest of the way so as not to alert the Ghoulies of their arrival. They were a violent gang and were even more oblivious to the law than the Serpents, the element of surprise would be key.

Jug peered through the front window and winced at what he saw. Pea lay, curled up on the floor next to a discarded chair to which he had presumably been tied to earlier. Blood covered every inch of the chair and the ropes which hung from it; his clothes were ripped and saturated with blood too. His eyes were closed, he was unconscious. At least he wasn’t in pain.

A tall man with blood stained hands stood beside him, staring down at him menacingly. He was the ring-leader. Malachai was nowhere in sight and, for the first time, Fangs actually wished that the gang-leader had been there. He somewhat held authority over the group and could have stopped this happening, or at least stopped it escalating this far.

He delivered a kick to Sweet Pea’s stomach and he flinched in response but there was no other movement. He was weak, or maybe he had just resigned himself to dying. But he wouldn’t on the Serpent’s watch.

On the count of three, they burst through the doors, wielding their weapons. The main objective was to get Pea and run, Jughead had instructed, but secretly he hoped he would be able to get in a few hits.

The Serpents caught the Ghoulies off-guard. Many of them had discarded their weapons once Hatchet had taken over torture duties and were simply enjoying watching Sweet Pea squirm and whimper. They ran to collect them, giving the Serpents an opening to grab their friend but Hatchet had other ideas. He stalked forwards, swinging the nunchucks he had been holding when the intruders had arrived. The Serpents wanted Sweet Pea? Well they wouldn’t get him without a fight.

You waited for hours, staring at your phone obsessively, hoping for anything. Was no news good or bad? Maybe they had found him wandering the streets, only a little wet and angry at not having found the Ghoulies’ hideout, and were on their way back with him now. There would be no need to call or text because they would be here any second.

Or maybe they hadn’t found him and he was rotting in a ditch somewhere, maybe the Ghoulies had dumped him somewhere to die or had tortured and killed him. Maybe the Ghoulies had captured all of the Serpents and were torturing them. You didn’t know because no one had called. You couldn’t go and help rescue Pea because you had no car and you would get nowhere on foot. You were utterly helpless and you hated it.

Just after the three hour mark, a motorbike pulled up outside. You rushed to the door, flinging it open to a bloodied-up and beaten Jughead. Before he could get a word out, you enveloped him in a hug and checked him over for injuries.

“How are you? How’s everyone? How’s Pea? Is he alive? Oh God, is he alive?” Tears started streaming down your cheeks at the thought of never seeing him again. Jughead tried to take you back inside when you started leaning into him for support, your legs weak from the rush of emotion, but you refused, adamant that you wanted to know everything.

“Sweets is at the hospital. He’s pretty badly beaten but he’s alive.” The knot that had built up in your gut slackened. It wouldn’t be gone until you saw him in the flesh, until you could touch him and cuddle him and kiss him. Tears continued to flow from your eyes. You were relieved. “We can go, if you want?”

Your frantic nods were answer enough and Jug led you to his bike, passing you the helmet, before helping you slide on. He revved the engine without saying another word and took off, taking you to see Pea.

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