#south side serpents x reader

[latoyalestrange]

eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

[lxke02]

SERPENT STYLE

—soshiro hoshina x fem! iguro obanai! reader

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT CH. | NAV.

It was a quiet night at the Third Division base located at Tachikawa-that is if you ignore the sounds of muffled telephone rings occasionally coming from different rooms of the building or the sounds of printers printing out important documents or even the sounds of a sword slicing through thin air from one of the building's training rooms as a soldier recounting the kaiju he encountered earlier that day and continues to train despite his aching muscles.

Despite the mundane happenings inside the base, [Name] Iguro, the Third in Command knew that there is absolutely no peace unless all kaijus are eliminated.

She stood in front of the large window of her office, her reflection mirrored by the glass. Heterochromatic eyes gazing down below, watching as her fellow troop members worked their night shifts. Her albino red-eyed snake, Kaburamaru was wrapped comfortably around her neck.

Sharp turquoise and gold eyes narrowed as she finally took in her features-that is reflected from the glass window. She often wore bandages around her lower face, to hide the single hideous scar that stretches to both sides of her cheeks-resembling like a serpent's mouth.

The marred and uneven skin tone of her skin. It disgusts her. The seemingly permanent smile that was carved into her face, it makes her horrified.

"This is taking a long time to fade." She muttered, hand caressing the scar on her cheek, feeling the rugged skin underneath her fingertips. She winces, hand immediately moving away from her face.

There it is again, the phantom pains.

Even though it's been years since she got this scar, sometimes she can feel pain that's not supposed to be there. She can still feel it, the blade cutting through her skin, the iron taste that fills her tongue, the undescribable burning pain of her skin being sliced apart.

She can still sometimes feel it. It haunts her.

To this day, she sometimes still sees the kaiju that did this to her whenever she looks in the mirror. The snake-like kaiju still haunts her to this day, making a mockery of her.

A cruel mockery to her entire being. Reducing her humanity to nothing but monstrosity, all because that wretched creature sliced her face to resemble her like a serpent-the very creature that monster was.

"God, I truly despise myself." She muttered with bitter resentment.

Brrr... Brrr... Brrr...

The sounds of muffled sounds of vibration coming from her phone was heard, she raises an eyebrow as she fished out the device from her pocket.

Heterochromatic eyes widened as she read the message, Kaiju Alert: South Yokohama Hospital.

"These fuckers really don't know when to stop, do they?" She grumbles, her eyes widened ever so slightly when she hears the rustling sound of the doorknob to her office.

Her eyes landed on the bandages on her couch, a few feet away from her.

There's not enough time to grab it!

She thought, eyes widened.

The doors opened, the familiar figure of the Third Division Vice Captain entered her office-already dressed in his combat suit, fox-like eyes scanning the room until it landed on heterochromatic turquoise and gold ones.

"Iguro-san, let's go. We have work to do." Soshiro says, looking at the woman who stood a few feet away from him, her arm covering the lower half of her face. He decided not to point it out.

"Yes, let's go." [Name] muttered and watched him leave the room first. She grabs the bandages on the couch and quickly ties it around her face—making sure it's tight and secured.

She removes her standard uniform jacket to reveal her tight black compression shirt and black pants. She immediately grabs her combat suit that she placed on the couch's armrest, immediately putting it on-the fabric glowing in white as it slowly adjusts and closes on her body.

She shuddered, feeling the suit slowly tighten and cling to her body like a second skin, the familiar heat of the technology spreading all over her body.

She grabs the gas mask, placing it over her mouth and nose.

And lastly, her specialized weapon—a long katana with an odd design that resembles a wave-like a slithering serpent.

"Let's go, Kaburamaru." She muttered, heterochromatic eyes dark in blood lust and her snake just slithered his tongue in response as they left the room.

[Name] stood beside Soshiro, her heterochromatic eyes sternly looking around her fellow troop members gathered outside, with two armored vehicles waiting for them.

Loud footsteps were heard, yet they remained firm on where they stand. Not moving a muscle.

Commander Ashiro along with her pet tiger, Bakko walks in the middle of the two units.

"The kaiju was discovered in the hospital, we must prevent any human casualties." She sternly says, walking in front of the group, standing in front facing them, "We'll defeat this kaiju at all costs." She says, the tone of her voice stern. This was a command from the captain, and everyone will make sure that it is met.

"Let's split into two groups, Iguro and Hoshina both of you will be on the same cart as me." Ashiro ordered, the two officers gave her a salute.

"Yes, Captain!" They both say.

[Name] sat beside Soshiro on the armored vehicle they were riding along with a few troop members including the captain.

Her heterochromatic eyes staring at the golden holographic screen-that contains the map of Yokohama in front of Soshiro, a red blinking dot was seen.

"Another kaiju?" Soshiro muttered, hand on his earpiece, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Cart 2, continue right ahead. We'll head to a new point." Ashiro orders, [Name] can feel the vehicle shifted and turned to a new direction, she clenches her fists, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Soshiro turns to look at her, noticing the glare in those heterochromatic eyes of hers. He nudges her gently to the side, "Hey, calm down, we'll arrive there soon. We'll make sure to neutralize them." He whispers and [Name] just sighs and nodded. Closing her eyes as she tries to envision the possible moves she'll be using when the moment comes.

"What the hell happened here?" [Name] muttered, heterochromatic eyes scanning the destroyed and utterly bloodied area, her hands tightly gripping her sword.

"What the hell is this?" Soshiro asked beside her, looking around the area with his hands on his hips before slowly walking towards Captain Ashiro's side.

[Name]'s eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at the surrounding area in disgust—blood, guts, broken kaiju bones everywhere. The stench was horrifying despite the gas mask she was wearing.

Kaburamaru seems to hate the foul iron smell as the serpent decided to hide underneath her long black hair.

She watches as the medic carried the injured woman on a stretcher before her eyes followed Captain Ashiro who was walking towards the small girl.

[Name] decided to approach them, standing on Soshiro's side as they watched the older woman knelt in front of the small child.

"Tell me about the kaiju you saw." Commander Ashiro spoke softly, [Name] observed the two.

"Kaiju..." The small child softly says, slightly whimpering in fear as tears begin to form at the side of her eyes, Ashiro patted the smaller girl's head to comfort her.

"It'll be okay, I'm going to defeat all the kaijus." Ashiro says, truthfulness was evident in her voice.

The girl's eyes brightened, as she began to smile, "Really?!" She asked before her face fell, catching the attention of the three high officers of the Third Division.

"Please don't kill that nice kaiju-san though," She begged softly, eyes filled with innocence.

[Name]'s, Soshiro's, and Ashiro's eyes widened in surprise.

"Eh?" Commander Ashiro muttered, shock and confusion evident on her face.

"He saved my mom." The kid answers, truth evident in her voice.

[Name] scoffs, sheathing her sword back to its scabbard, "There are no such things as nice kaijus, we'll make sure to eliminate all of those creatu-hey, wait, where are you taking me?!" [Name] asked, a surprised tone in her voice as Soshiro decided to grab her wrist and pulled her away, "Let's go." Soshiro deadpans as he pulls the woman along with him.

Commander Ashiro and the child just sweat dropped as they watched the scene.

➤ THE NEXT MORNING.

The sounds of shuffling papers were heard inside the staff room, the smell of freshly brewed black coffee lingers in the air.

Yet, Soshiro can't focus on his work as he feels a certain woman's sharp glare on him.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Soshiro asked, who was working beside [Name]. Currently the two are working in the staff room-busy with multiple stacks of paperwork that Commander Ashiro asked them to do.

And [Name] was occasionally glaring at the Vice Captain, Soshiro sighs, "Is it because I stopped you from crushing that poor girl's hopes and dreams?" He asked, fox-like eyes looking at her.

"I was about to give her a reality check." She muttered and Soshiro just sighed before deciding to change the subject, "Enough about that, have you seen this year's batch of applicants? I must say I'm impressed." He says with a grin, canines poking out of his lips.

[Name] just sighs and nodded, "Indeed, this year's batch is rather impressive. Though, I have a question." She muttered, eye twitching in annoyance before showing the Vice Captain a paper with an applicant's details on it.

"Why do we have an old man here?" She grumbles and Soshiro cackles, "Oh, right! I forgot about him HAHAHAHA, Commander decided to raise the limit because of Japan's lowering birthrates, something like that." He answered, occasionally wheezing.

[Name] just grumbles before returning the paper back to the stack then immediately slapping her own forehead, "I don't know if he's stupid or not."

Soshiro just grins before shrugging, "He is determined, no doubt about that." He says before chuckling, "Gonna ask, is there a certain applicant that caught your interest?" He asked and [Name] shook her head, her heterochromatic eyes landed on to the top most paper on a different stack, containing the details of blonde haired and emerald-eyed girl.

"No one caught my eyes, unfortunately." She says avoiding the male's wine-red eyes that shines like rubies. Soshiro snorted, crossing his arms, "Somehow, I feel like yer lying." He says with a smirk and [Name] ignored him, turning her attention back to the papers on her side of the table, her cup of coffee untouched as she refuses to eat or drink when others are around.

"Anyways, you're going to proctor the exam, right?" [Name] asked, placing her right elbow on top of the table before leaning her head against her right palm.

Soshiro grins, giving the girl a thumbs up, "Yup! Maybe I should ask the Captain to make you a proctor too." He suggested with a smirk and [Name] glares at him, "Don't you fucking dare."

He just looks at her with a mischievous look inside those wine-red eyes of his, "What? Scared you'll lose your free time to read haikus?" He teasingly asked and an irked mark was on [Name]'s forehead, "Damn right."

"Too bad, I'll still ask the Captain anyways, think about it as hanging out." He cackled, and [Name] just deadpans at him, "You're really annoying, Hoshina." She flatly says.

"You loved me anyways." He grins and she just blankly looks at him, "Loud incorrect buzzer." She says and Soshiro laughs

"Did you just say "loud incorrect buzzer?"" He asked in between wheezes, "I said what I said." [Name] flatly says but unknown to Soshiro, she was smiling underneath her bandages.

[Name] ended up accepting to be a proctor anyways when Commander Ashiro asked her.

[yourjughead]

The Past

Sweet Pea X Reader

A/N: In my world Fangs is not dead. I don't know if this makes sense with the canon of the show. it is what it is. Much love.

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Sweet Pea jogged through the streets of the South Side, mind racing about following Josie to New York or not. The 11pm  jog a result of another fight about futures between the two. Sweet Peas legs burned as he pushed through, enjoying the pain and believing he deserves it. The rain glowed in the street lights, the centre of the Southside almost deserted, all busy taking advantage of the late night and the cover of  rain to get business done. 

Finally deciding he'd had enough he checked his phone to find a missed call from a private number. Not unusual for a high ranking Serpent he thought, locking the phone again, tucking it into his pocket and beginning to jog again, crashing directly into the door of a taxi. 

“Fucking hell!” He gripped the top of the window with his hands before placing a hand on his chest. You swung your legs out of the taxi starting to apologise, the words catching in your throat at the sight of him. 

“Sweet Pea” 

“YN…YLN” 

You took the door from his grip closing it behind you, the taxi immediately relocking it's doors and taking off back into the streets. The dying light of the last remaining Southside motel flickering light up both your profiles. 

“Emm you're looking well Sweets…Sweet Pea” the red flush from his jog was gone from his face growing pale at the sight of a ghost and a nickname not spoken in almost 4 years, back to senior year. 

“Thank- what are you doing here YN?” tones of confused sadness left Sweet Pea, the anger towards you he felt so many years ago unable to be conjured back at will. 

“I have business with…it doesn't really matter who. I wasn't expecting to see you, it's only a flying visit”

“I suppose you're good at that” you looked away briefly to shield some of the pain of that dig before looking back, exhaling and trying to nodd to him. The rain had began to soak you both down to your skin but neither of you moved.

“I…I'm sorry about how we left…how I left it…I know that's not enough… I don't know how to fix it�� it came out of you in a jumble.

“If you had an umbrella that might make a start” he half smiled at you easing some tension, used to playing that role in your life. Your phone ringing cut through the air between you. 

“I have to take this Sweets….Sweet Pea” he nodded in understanding as you swiped to answer the phone while turning from him. 

“Yeah- Yeah - I'm here now - whatevers necessary - Yeah - For how long?! - But - Yeah fine” you looked back around and found a puddle where Sweet Pea once stood, having run back off into the night.

Sweet Pea POV

After my encounter with the ghost I met with my friends at the Wyrm. I needed a drink...or a bull tranquiliser.

“She what?!” Toni chipped the ball over the side of the pool table in shock as told them of my encounter.

“She tried to apologise” 

“Ughhhh” Toni took her shot and Jughead watched from the booth, typing away.

The bar was abuzz with talks of yn. She was the name on everybody's lips, a few people even saying I made it up.

“She should just go back to where she came from” Toni growled.

“Isn't she doing that by being here” Toni looked at Fangs like she was trying to explode his head with her mind.  

“There's no way she'll last the weekend, she'll get wind of all of the gossip about her and bolt” Fangs sunk a ball in the corner pocket.

“Yeah she's good at that” Toni missing a sure bet. It was clear Yn was running laps around her mind, she was in everyone else's. 

“Do you think she'll go to FPs birthday party”

“I'm not sure fangs, I wouldn't think so” I sunk another ball. 

“That'd be pretty ballsy” he sunk two

“Yeah but then again that sounds like yn” Toni chipped another ball over the side receiving teasing from fangs and I. She's usually much better than this, she's clearly very bothered.

The ball rolled along the bar floor and stopped dead under the sole of a boot. Yns boot. She stood, hands in her pockets, confidently surveying the bar. You could hear a pin drop, it was like a scene from an old wild Western. She laughed lightly before kicking the ball back in our direction and strutting towards the bar, there wasn't an eye in the house not on her. Fangs mouth hung open, Toni stood straight with pursed lips and a mixture of hate and pain in her eyes. Jughead was the only one to make noise, busily typing away. Yns eyes dragged around the room, staying a little longer on me than anyone else...or maybe I was imagining that.  The sound of her boots off the wooden worn floor echoed throughout, she sauntered up the back the stairs, pushing a strand of hair over her shoulder. I hate how i want to be the one to do that again. I hate how she can still command a rooms attention without a word. I hate how i don't hate her. She reached the back office door, looking over her shoulders before ducking inside. The bar buzzed back to life. 

“How dare she walk in here!!!” Toni was turning red, fangs looked more confused but not as much as Jughead did.

“So that's yn? Why is she such a big deal?”

“She nearly killed Sweet Pea” 

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[lonleywriters-blog]

I just LOVE your writing, it's so good. And I must be bothering you with my requests and I'm sorry TvT But how would the yandere Southside Serpents react to someone flirting with the reader and reader's too innocent and oblivious to notice it? P.S: Sweet Pea has a crush on reader since we all stan him lol. Feel free to include your favorite character FP Jones as well and maybe Fangs Fogarty too, if possible. Gods, I sound so demanding, I'm so sorry, I'll stop now. But thank you for doing my requests in such a short amount of time, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Don't forget to take breaks and relax once in a while when you feel stressed because remember, health comes first :)

Aww your so sweet I love your request you aren't bothering me at all and ofc

Yandere serpents reader getting flirted with

Pls don't reblog or take

They all are furious in different ways. Fangs smile is wiped of his face and he's glaring at the boy. Toni is planning so many different things. Fp feels like your his daughter so he's definitely angry. Jughead's like your Big brother he hates the scum talking to you he's some snobby teen from Northside. But sweetpea the most mad. He was in love with you and not in a platonic way. He wanted to kill that boy and take you just for him and have you in his arms safe and sound. They all glared at the boy till he felt to uncontrollable to keep talking to you and left. You felt sad why did he just leave you were in middle of a conversation were you to anouing. The serpents came over and asked why you seemed so sad. When you told them they all comforted you loving that your so dependent on them. Toni invited you to a girls sleepover witch you did often. The boys complaining but letting you go. While you and Toni did each other's hair and talked about your crush on sweetpea the boys were on a mission. They snuck in the scums house after tracking him down. The woke him up beating him before sweetpea stabbed him. All the serpents helped hide the body. You and Toni finished the night with some movies and you guys falling asleep by each other. They boys came by sneaking through the window taking a few pictures and sending them to the group chat for all of them.

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okay so, she had turned into a zombie over the weekend. sweet pea was almost convinced of the fact, to be honest, when he saw y/n trudge into the student’s lounge on monday morning like she were the walking dead. she was so out of it she almost stumbled into jughead as she walked in, and with a mumbled apology she proceeded to do the same thing to fangs before he lead her to sit down on the sofa, clearly concerned.

sweet pea had sat up at that point, a crease forming in between his eyebrows with worry. he was the last person to ever say something bad about his girlfriend, but she looked horrible. her movements were clumsy and wobbly, more so than usual, and it was more like she had swayed into the room when she almost stumbled into jughead. as she sat down on the sofa beside him, sweet pea could see dark circles under her eyes and red across her nose, though the rest of her skin was almost a sickly pale. her hair had been pulled back into a simple braid and she wore a jumper dress that went to her knees, though for someone who usually put more effort into her appearance it was pretty obvious that she had just dressed for comfort over anything else.

the last time sweet pea had seen her on the previous friday, she had been fine. sure, she complained about a sore throat a few times and sneezed a bit, but other than that she was perfectly fine. though the girl sat next to him on the couch was absolutely not fine.

y/n let out a deep sigh as she basically fell into sweet pea’s side, and her eyes closed as she hugged his waist. to anyone looking in it must’ve looked like she passed out against him.

“morning pea.” she mumbled, and sweet pea frowned more. even just her voice sounded horrible; all scratchy and thick, clear that she had a blocked nose.

“hey angel,” sweet pea shared a look with fangs that essentially just said ‘what the fuck is she doing in school?‘, and when he looked up and caught jughead’s gaze across the room he had the same expression on his face. all of their friends did, really. “why are you in school?”

“because we can’t skip.” she mumbled into his jacket, and sweet pea blinked. she was kidding, right?

“yeah but, not to be a dick y/n, but you look like you’ve got the plague.” fangs chimed in, equally as worried as sweet pea was.

“i feel like it, but i’ve got a math test today that i need to get done. and veronica needed me for a thing.”

across the room veronica called over “it’s fine don’t worry about it!“ though y/n either was ignoring her, or she genuinely didn’t hear it. sweet pea was willing to bet it was the latter of the two options.

“baby, i think your health is a little more important than a math test,” sweet pea frowned as he started rubbing her arm with his palm. she shifted slightly so her forehead was pressed to his neck, and he grew more concerned at how warm she felt. “i think i should take you home.”

“no, no no, i’m fine,” she shook her head stubbornly and sat up, though she winced as she did so and if anything just further proved why she wasn’t fine. “i’ll be okay. i just need to nap when i get home.”

sweet pea was about to open his mouth to protest, because she needed much more than a nap, though he was interrupted by the bell which caused him to frown more. he shared barely any of her classes all day, which meant he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her in class and make sure she didn’t get any worse. though as if she had read his mind, betty walked over and smiled as she held her hand out to y/n.

“i’ll walk with you to class? we have english, and i’ve got some claritin in my bag you can have.” betty said kindly, and sweet pea mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her that she returned with another kind smile.

sweet pea placed a hand on her back as y/n stood up (or rather was pulled up by betty), and watched as the girls linked arms before betty guided his stumbling girlfriend out of the student lounge. he frowned again, especially when she almost colided with the doorframe on the way out, and decided that if she were any worse by lunch time then he’d take her back to his place to rest, whether she wanted to stay or not.

the next four classes passed almost excruciatingly slowly. sweet pea didn’t share any of her morning classes, so he spent the next couple of hours just ignoring his work and worrying about if y/n was okay. he messaged her through the morning just to make sure, and she reassured him countless times that she was fine; though sweet pea knew his girlfriend well enough that she would insist she was fine even if she had been shot or something.

he left his fourth class a few minutes early to meet her from history, and leaned against the wall beside the classroom door until the bell for lunch went and students started flooding out of the room. sweet pea scanned each person who came out for y/n, though he wasn’t surprised (worried, yes, though not surprised) when y/n came stumbling out a few minutes after everyone else, looking like she hadn’t slept in decades.

“hey.” she smiled somewhat when she saw him. her voice sounded even worse than earlier, and his concern was only increased when a series of coughs followed her greeting.

“hey,” sweet pea nodded. “what do you say we head on home?”

y/n pouted and shook her head as they started walking in the direction of the cafeteria. “no, my math text is sixth period.” she complained and sweet pea groaned.

“can’t you do it tomorrow? i’m worried about you.”

“i appreciate it, pea, but i’ll be fine i promise.” y/n insisted, though not even a moment after her statement she stumbled over her own feet and sweet pea had to grip her forearm to keep her from falling.

“right.” sweet pea said sarcastically, unconvinced.

he didn’t let go of her arm until they were in the cafeteria in case she were to trip again, and even helped her into her seat - sandwiched between toni and him - before he sat down himself. everyone at the table seemed to give her a worried look, though she didn’t seem to notice as she leaned her chin in her palms.

sweet pea didn’t really focus on the conversation flowing through the table, fangs seeemd to be doing enough talking for everyone anyways. instead he shrugged his bag off of his shoulders and dug through it until he had found what he wanted. sweet pea had skipped the start of first period to raid the vending machines in the student lounge, getting y/n her favourite fruit drink and snack. even if she didn’t eat much - and he guessed she wouldn’t because of how she was feeling - he wanted her to have something.

sweet pea placed the items on the table in front of her and y/n smiled gratefully. she unscrewed the cap on her drink and took a long sip, before she settled herself into his side with a sigh.

sweet pea allowed fangs to suck him into the conversation after that. well, for the most part. he still shot y/n a concerned look whenever she started coughing, or repeated “bless you” a thousand times when she had a sneezing fit, and he was still very much aware of how too warm she felt. he gently rubbed her side with his palm the whole time to try and comfort her. even if she wanted to stick through the day, he knew how shitty she must’ve actually been feeling.

after another few minutes he felt her head lull against his shoulder, though continued his gentle movements of his palm against her waist. it wasn’t unusual for her to lean against him like that, so he didn’t think anything of it. though he did look up in concern when he heard veronica say something about y/n falling asleep, and when he glanced at his girlfriends face he could see her eyes were half closed and watery. christ, she looked a mess. he doubted that she’d had much sleep the night before.

“okay, come on, we’re going.” sweet pea kissed the top of her head and stood up, and ignored her protests about the math test as he helped her out of her seat too. her foot caught on the bench and if he hadn’t gripped his arms around her waist she would’ve fallen face-first onto the floor. he grabbed her bag along with his, and after everyone at the table had mumbled things along the lines of ‘see you later’ and ‘get well soon’, sweet pea kept his arm around her waist to lead her out of the cafeteria and towards the exit of the school, not bothering to sign either of them out. it was just more unnecessary time wasted that could be used to get y/n to his place and in bed.

y/n had stopped complaining by the time they got outside, and he assumed that she realised how much she actually needed to go home. she almost coughed up a lung as they walked to his bike, and by the time he’d mounted it and started it up he was determined to get her in bed within the hour. her head lulled against his shoulder the whole way to sunnyside trailer park, and sweet pea practically had to carry her inside with how unsteady she was on her feet.

by the time he had gotten her in bed, after giving her more medicine and making sure she drank a good amount of water, she was pretty much falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

“next time you feel this shitty,” sweet pea started as he perched on the edge of his bed and tucked the duvet in around her waist - not wanting to make her too hot. he had checked her temperature and his earlier worries had been right, she did have a fever. “stay at home. or call me and i can let you stay here for the day.”

“aye aye captain.” she mumbled, and he watched as she smiled when his hand placed against her cheek.

“i’m serious, y/n. you could’ve made yourself much more ill.” he frowned, and after a moment she nodded into his palm.

“okay, i promise pea.” she whispered, and - satisfied with her answer - sweet pea leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. he smiled when he saw her fond expression from the kiss.

“now get some sleep. you’ll feel better if you do.” he said softly, although she didn’t look like she needed to be told that. she’d already been falling asleep for around five minutes.

“‘kay. thank you for taking care of me.” she whispered with another smile, and her hand gave his a gentle squeeze when he found hers atop of the duvet.

“no problem, angel. i just hate seeing you so unwell.”

sweet pea pressed another kiss to her head, this one lingering and softer, though by the time he had pulled away her eyes were fully shut and she was already drifting into sleep. sweet pea carefully detached his hand from hers and stood up to allow her to sleep in peace, comforted by the fact that he could take care of her now and make sure that she was okay.

[hyungbean]

Locusts | Riverdale

Summary: The Southside Serpents seek an alliance with one of the country’s deadliest gangs, The Locusts. 

Song Rec: Crazy - 4Minute

Pairing: Slight Sweet Pea X Reader 

Warning: Slightly sadistic punishment scene!

A/N: I might make this into a mini series I thought this was a cool idea. I haven’t even watched Riverdale since the beginning of the second season but I just fell in love with Sweet Pea :,)

Read Part 2 Here

What are Locusts best at? Swarming and destroying anything in their path. 

“Tell me again why we’re here. Not that I don’t like a good party but really FP? A nightclub?” Cheryl asked, eyes raking over the dark club, foreign music blaring in their ears.

“Yeah what the hell even is this language?” Sweet Pea found himself asking, trailing behind the group.

“It’s Korean Pop. The Locusts like to experiment. And we’re here to form an alliance with them.” FP explained walking towards a clearing and seeing Viper, the leader of the Locusts. He was sitting stiffly, drink in hand watching the crowd cautiously.

“They run a nightclub?” Jughead asked incredulously, his ears starting to hurt slightly from the loud music.

“Don’t ask me boy. I don’t know why the hell but they’re a highly respected gang so I suggest not offending them. They’re brutal.” FP warned, putting on a smile when Viper met eyes with him. The man jolts up in his seat, standing to shake FP’s hand.

“Ah! FP, it’s good to finally meet you. There’s been talk amongst the community about the Serpents—“ Viper is cut off by a female voice.

“It’s an honor to meet you guys. Although I’m afraid you came at a rather bad time. But enjoy the show I guess.”

The group turns to see a young girl who looked about 17, wearing a leather jacket and high-waisted black shorts. They don’t miss the tattoo on her neck, a tattoo all the Locust members sported somewhere on their body. It was a small locust with a thin loop wrapping around it’s body, jutting out to look like a cursive L. 

“Ah, Y/N darling—guys this is my daughter Y/N.” Viper said proudly, side hugging the smiling girl. Sweet Pea felt like the air had been knocked out of his chest as he analyzed the girl’s pretty feature and confident posture. She looked delicate yet radiated power, like she could knock you on your ass for looking at her for one too many seconds. From beside him he heard Toni snicker noticing how rigid he became, shaking her head already sensing how star struck Sweet Pea was.

“Where’s your brother honey, I’m sure he would like to meet our guests.” The girl laughed, shaking her head like she knew something he didn’t.

“Don’t worry, they’ll see him. We found him.” Y/N said darkly. Viper tensed visibly, turning and smiling tightly at the Serpents, his eyes seemed to contain a fury that wasn’t there a few minutes before.

“It seems that we have finally caught our mole. Come serpents, you’re about to get a taste of what happens when someone betrays us.” Viper said, surprisingly almost amused, becking them to come sit on the pearl white couch.

The group sat tensely, aware of the hidden bodyguards and possible assassins lurking in the shadows of the club, waiting for them to disrespect Viper. 

Y/N caught Sweet Pea’s eyes, winking teasingly, “enjoy the show cutie.” She disappears into the crowd of tipsy Locusts and model-like waitresses. Sweet Pea shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze, messing with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

Soon a pair of large velvet doors are thrown open from the side of the club, the crowd sobering up and parting instantly, all music and conversations halting. The serpents watched curiously as they saw a tall muscular boy appear from the sea of people dragging out a blubbering man next to him.

They couldn’t make out what the man was saying but it looked like he was apologizing and trying to face Viper.

The boy was sporting the same jacket as Y/N, an eyepatch over one of his eyes, his tattoo a mere black blob on the side of his neck. Sweet found himself raising his eyebrows. 

This should be interesting.

“What the hell.” Jughead mumbled, as the man was shoved into a chair, too frightened to move, clasping his hands clumsily as if praying for mercy. 

“As you all know, someone has been ratting out our plans to rival gangs and trying to jeopardize us for the past few months. And low and behold, we have finally caught the mole. Now for any new members, let this be a demonstration of what happens when you betray us, you pledged to be a locust and we will not tolerate backstabbing.” The boy announced, voice booming loudly as his muscles flexed under the jacket.

“Please! Please! Have mercy! I’m sorry!” The man yelled, his face swollen from crying. 

Suddenly Y/N broke away from somewhere in the crowd, holding a glass of alcohol and a metal baseball bat. She handed the bat to her brother, sipping the alcohol.

“Now now honey. Which one would you prefer.” Y/N asked as she looked over at her father who nodded.

“Uh Viper sir- what exactly is happening?” Jughead asked from beside FP.

“Punishment. We take our punishment very seriously. Joining the Locusts is not a lighthearted ‘in the moment’ decision. Once you pledge, you become apart of the family. Endangering the family leads to severe punishment. My children are the best at delivering the punishments.” Viper explained, not taking his eyes off his children who were circling their prey, seemingly waiting for him to say something.

“You cost us millions of dollars. Serveral members have died because of you. And you cost my brother his right eye.” Y/N spoke humorously, although her eyes were deadly, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms.

Y/N’s brother smiled proudly, walking to stand next to Y/N. The serpents noted that the sibling duo looked extra lethal together. 

“The baseball bat is too forgiving. Let’s torch this son of a bitch.” Her brother announced as the man blubbered out a yell. He disappears somewhere into the crowd and reappears a few moments later, holding something behind his back.

Y/N suddenly dumps the whole glass of her alcohol on the man, her brother passing her a blowtorch. 

“Vodka. 40% alcohol by volume, flammable. Although not the most dangerous. Just a thin layer of blue...” Y/N trails off as she turns on the torch, slowly approaching the man. 

She brings the torch to the man’s face for a split second and his face erupts in low blue flames, distinguishing itself after a few seconds. The man is left screaming in pain as a few older gang members drag him off into a different room.

The serpents cringe and shrink into themselves the sight of the man’s raw face, his eyes open in terror, skin peeling off his bleeding cheek engrained in their heads.

“Let this be a warning and message. Do not fuck with us, because we’ll be more than happy to teach you a lesson.” Her brother announces as there is a loud explosion of cheers and chants for Viper.

The group looks nervously around, as FP is left speechless trying to pick up his jaw.

“So FP, What have you approached us for?” Viper says, facing the group as if nothing happened. 

“We want to form an alliance. We think the Serpents and Locusts would be unstoppable together.” FP says, trying to compose himself.

“Well that sounds perfect. Why the hell not. The more the merrier.” Viper muses before he laughs loudly.

“A toast to our newly formed alliance with the Southside Serpents.” The group whips around to see the pair of siblings grinning, raising a glass of alcohol as if they hadn’t just disfigured a man.

The club erupts in cheers as FP hesitantly raises the glass that Y/N passed to him. The music is turned back on and the crowd goes back to partying.

“I’m Chris. Y/N’s older brother.” Chris introduces himself, walking to his sister’s side and wickedly grinning at the group. Sweet scanned over his face and saw the long jagged scar running from his hair line, dipping behind his eyepatch reappearing down his cheek. 

Y/N grins softly, waving at Sweet Pea, the deadly glint in her eyes long gone.

The Serpents look at each other, knowing that they were in for a long ride.

“Sorry about the sadistic sibling act a few minutes ago. We don’t take to these things lightly. But don’t worry, one of our biggest priorities is loyalty. We have your backs now, all we ask in return is you do the same.” Chris explained, taking a swig of his drink. 

Viper stands in front of his children, smirking mysteriously. The Korean music was making their ears pulse with every beat drop.

“Now let’s get this party started shall we?”

A/N: this idea literally came out of nowhere, and I’m contemplating making this into a three part series or something, I just thought this idea was badass.

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Forget About It ~ Sweet Pea (part 6)

A/n: Oh, you didnt expect this? Well, remember how I saw I wrote a different part 5? Well it was after the part Five I posted so I took what I already had and I changed it to fit what I established as the new part five. I really hope it fits because I desperately tried lol. Tell me what you think!

Word Count: 4586

MASTERLIST

School kept up like that all the way until Christmas. Kids messed with me less and less as Archie stepped in more and more. And then Betty, too. And then Veronica. Veronica less than the other too.

As winter came and people started chucking snowballs at me, I decided to keep my Serpent jacket at the house. Now I just let faded jeans and Sweet Pea’s jacket swallow me whole. The ends of the sleeves covered my hands, and I’d never felt so soft and warm… except when I was in his arms and not just his sleeves.

Despite my strengthening relationship with my brother, school and Serpent business kept me from seeing the other Serpents. We texted and called all the time now but I wanted to hug Sweet Pea. Kiss him....

As time passed without Sweet Pea and Christmas drew closer, I drew quieter and sadder. People just let me fade into the background. Maybe it was the cold weather but god I just missed my boyfriend.

I found myself alone a lot, things happening and time passing without me paying much attention to it. My dad had noticed my little depressional episode and had tried to help, but I was shutting him out too. Kids at school left me alone, unwilling to make me snap even if I was a traiter because it wasn’t fun to bully someone who stared at you blankly with a dead look that sent a chill into your bones and made you feel guilty for doing it.

I was thankful for that. It seemed that after the winter holidays the antagonizing might be gone altogether between the growing guilt that was surfacing as well as Betty and Archie working together to get people to back off. I was sure Cheryl would always have something to say to me but who cares about Cheryl Blossom?

I spent a lot of time in my room these days though. It might have been some of the reason as to why I didn't see Sweet Pea, honestly. I'm sure Archie would have taken me for at least a visit if I'd asked, but I didn't even think about it until I was in bed and it was late and then I'd forget about it the next day, trying to keep my head above the water as I worked on school and lived for the phone calls I had with the others I missed so much.

Speaking of my room, I wasn’t getting much sleep. As my angst grew, my sleep lessened, and I spent that time changing my room around. I stripped the bed of all the pillows and blankets and settled for one pillow and one blanket and a sheet- all from the closet in the hallway. It looked better now. Less like it used to.

I’d started to wear my old clothes but only when I couldn’t bring the energy to spend on watching clothes, and then I’d wear Sweet Pea’s jacket and it would cover the color and North Sider feel of the top I’d doned. It was a nice compromise and I didn't mind it as much as I thought.

Despite my dip in mood, it was an obvious relief to my dad and brother that I was reinstating myself in my room. They'd never said anything about the make shift bed I'd made on the floor but I knew they knew, and they had winced every time I flinched as pain from cricks and sore spots. Now, despite being tired, I wasn't in pain. I was very quiet though. They simply talked to each other, trying to loop me in and cheer me up and mostly failing.

That all changed when Christmas came.

It honestly took me by surprise. When Archie has asked me to help them make cookies, I'd had to ask for what. "It's Christmas tomorrow," Archie told me, concern on his face.

"Oh." So I'd made cookies with them, and I'd be straight lying if I didn't say it didn't cheer me up a lot. We laughed and made jokes and messed with each other and honestly, it was EXACTLY what I'd needed.

When we finished, we watched Christmas movies we'd seen a million times and then talked conspiracy theories and pointed out new things we'd seen this time around. I was feeling way better and that gap that had extended forever before was quickly closing. By some miracle, I was finding out how to balance my blood family and my Serpent family.

When nighttime came, I caught Archie's arm. "Remember when we were kids and we'd camp out in the living room together to wait for Santa? We'd try to stay up all night and always failed but then we'd wake up in the morning and be together?" His face softened at the memory and he nodded. "You wanna do that again?"

His face broke into a smile. "The couches might be a little small for me now... but definitely." I smiled too. We moved pillows and blankets - every single one we could find - into the living room. Instead of leaking on the couch. we made a mass bed in the floor with couch cushions and pillows underneath to make the floor comfortable.

We stayed up late, surprisingly, to talk about my life on the South Side. Before the lack of texts and calls that had been broken when I'd confronted them at FP's party, the only interaction with them was when Jughead had brought me my box. I told him about the clothes and how I'd collected all of them and the progression of it. I told him of sleeping (innocently; I had to enunciate that several times) with Sweet Pea and how warm he was and how happy he made me. I talked about falling for him and going on adventures with him after school sometimes and all the gossip I'd learned from Toni and my prank war with Fangs. I told him about making breakfast for Jughead and wrestling with Hotdog, who probably wasn't at the trailer anymore now that I thought about it.

"It sounds like you had a whole life there," Hw whispered after a while.

I looked at him, both of our happiness strained. "I did," I admitted.

"And they were... nice to you?" I knew he was thinking about the bullies at school and I looked away. I didn't know how to say it without hurting him but I think my silence was answer enough.

We went to sleep after that.

I woke up to my brother and dad by the tree. It seemed they had put it up and taken out the boxes of lights and bulbs but were sitting on the floor, talking. Waiting maybe?

“I just want her to be safe,” my dad mumbled tiredly.

Archie nodded. “But she's not safe dad." He paused a long time. "The kids at school... are terrible to her. Betty and I are trying but there's too many students for the school to do anything about it and honestly I don't think they would even if they could. She’s not happy... Have you heard her tell stories about the South Side? She had a whole set up there. She WAS happy, there. I just- I don't know."

It got awkward and quiet so I interrupted, pretending I was just waking up. Sitting up, I yawned loudly. They both looked over. “Morning fellas. A little early, yeah?”

My brother stood up, forcing himself to cheer up as not to ruin my mood so early. “It’s Christmas. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast and set the tree?” He picked up a gift from the floor and handed it to me. I rose an eyebrow, and he motioned me to open it. I did and inside was a bright green Christmas sweater. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of a time when I would traipse around in cotton candy pink and bubble turquoise. It reminded me of smiling and laughter and a green snake on a black jacket. “Do you like it?” Archie asked.

Looking up at them, I saw them melt with relief at the first sign of the smile they had grown so used to seeing on me before everything went to shit. “I love it,” I whispered tenderly. I tugged Sweet Pea’s jacket off and then a faded, blank grey t-shirt off as well, leaving me in a tank top for just a moment before I pulled the sweater over my head. I sighed, settling into the festivity that had evaded me for so long until last night. “Let’s decorate.” So we did.

We spent the morning pinning lights and baubles and eating popcorn instead of putting it up. We laughed and pushed each other around and messed each other up. For just a moment, we felt like a family again. We were one again united and… and… it was amazing. For just one second.

Then the moment ended when Archie and I walked to school, my arm around his waist and his arm around my shoulders. It stopped when we walked into Riverdale High, and Archie left, and I was left alone, facing my peers in my green sweater and black jeans, hoping no one would look at me in my bright colors and see a Northsider. Or worse, see a Southsider dressed like a Northsider. A threat. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

My worries were dashed away when someone I recognized waved at me, a small smile on their lips. I nodded in return. Kevin said hi to me by name as he passed. He hadn't really recognized my return yet. Betty touched my shoulder, getting my attention so she could compliment my sweater. Not that her interaction wasn't normal but that it felt so much more casual than standing up for me against bullies that it really stuck with me. Veronica laughed at a joke I'd said quietly in class at the teacher’s expense.

I felt normal and- well, not safe and not apart of these people I couldn't stand on any other day. But not in danger, at least. And I could lie to myself, just for a second, that I was a Northsider. Naive and unaware and innocent and good. As young and small as I had been not even three months ago when I WAS one of these Northside idiots. I felt like my earlier comparison was odd. Not a hidden danger- a wolf in sheep's clothing. No, I felt a fool, denying I was surrounded by obvious danger. A sheep in wolf’s clothing, pretending just for a second.

After school, I joined in on the work at the Christmas Tree farm. One day he asked me to take the work for him because he had something to take care of so I stayed even after he left. It was a nice distraction and really good exercise. I enjoyed it.

That peaceful bliss was messed up when, that night, I found out about all of the chaos with Betty and Archie and the Black Hood. I was waiting anxiously for my dad and brother to get back home and when I saw Archie, I tackled him in a hug. “Oh my god I just heard are you okay?” I gasped, leaning back and scanning his body for any significant injuries.

He chuckled. “Acting like my mom as usual.” He smiled, and we both calmed, reveling in the moment we had just had. It was eerily like so many we had had countless times before. Back then it had been normal. Before the Black Hood. Before the Red Circle. Before the Serpents.

Archie put his hand on my back, moving out of the way. "I talked to dad on the way over here. There's constant chaos and it seems we're never gonna get a break but I thought I'd give you one last present..."

I turned to see Sweet Pea of all people standing there, Toni, Fangs, and Jughead around and behind him. I was absolutely thrilled, my eyes widening as I faced Archie. He nodded at me and then I raced to my friends, tackling Sweet Pea so hard it knocked a laugh out of him. "Hey there, Princess."

I was so overwhelmed. I ran a hand through my hair, looking back at Archie. He had followed after me but kept a respectful distance from the other Serpents. Even if he was on relatively good terms with me and Jughead, Fangs and Toni didn't much like him and Sweet Pea was negatively decided on him thus far. I pushed those thoughts away. "You guys came?" I asked, looking at the others. I pulled away from Sweets to move to them as well, hugging Fangs, Toni, then Jughead. It felt amazing to be in person with them again.

"Nice outfit," Jughead joked when I pulled away from him. I looked down. I was startled to realize how Northside I looked. My jeans were fresh, a pair I’d snagged from the drawer I hadn’t touched until this morning. The collar of my sweater covered my tattoo. I felt… like part of the garden. Where I’d felt like that black smudge when I first came back, I felt out of place around the Serpents again, too neat and put together and pristine. When had I put my hair up? I usually wore it down these days…

I swallowed, looking back at Sweet Pea. His easy expression was unfazed though and suddenly I was relaxed again. He hadn't missed my moment of anxiety and when I returned to him, he quickly whispered, "You look really good."

I whispered back, "I look like a North Sider."

He rolled his eyes. "Wherever I am. Remember?"

The promise we'd made what seemed forever came back to me and I smiled. "Yeah." The last bits of my balancing between South and North side dissipated. What had I said? A North Side Serpent? Yes. They had seen me in the house I’d grown up in, messing with my brother. In my perfect house with my perfect brother in my perfect neighborhood, where everything was pretty and purposeful and pristine. A stark difference to the Southside. I'd thought it would have thrown them off again, but it seemed to cheer them up. Seeing me happy and lively... It had been made clear. I was not half a Serpent, but I still knew where I'd come from. My friends did too. And the friends that mattered didn't care where I started or where I was now. They cared about me.

Jughead cut off the quiet moment between me and Sweet Pea, smiling softly and handing me a small gift. “Toni, Fangs, and I wanted to get you something special. Open it later.” He kissed my forehead.

"Thank you guys," I whispered softly, genuinely touched.

Jughead waved it away. There was a slight pause where he tilted his head. “You’re different today." I rose an eyebrow. "It's just good to see you doing well here. When Betty told me..." He swallowed. "I'm glad you're doing well.

The others stared at me but I shook my head. "Later," I begged them all. They instantly complied.

To distract, Sweet Pea stepped up, pulling me into him. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. He kissed my hair and I melted into him. He moved away and then behind me, holding me in a way that I would still be able to talk to the others. I wasn’t complaining.

“We just wanted to drop by and say Merry Christmas,” Toni explained. “We’re off to… do some stuff and-”

Jughead’s hand shot out to catch hold of mine. The mood suddenly changed and I realized that there was more to this visit than a social visit. “Y/n..." His eyes were worried. I pulled away f ron Sweet Pea, getting serious. "Penny. It’s blown up. She took a video and is using it as blackmail. She has my dad doing drug runs for her-”

I moved closer to him. “Oh my gosh Jug." My face hardened in anger. No one touched my friends. My family. Especially not some bitch like Penny Peabody. "what can I do?”

He smiled, looking at the others. “Told you she would want to help.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “No Serpent stands alone.” I put my hand up, offering it to him. He grasped it, his eyes meeting mine with pride. We exchanged a nod. “Tell me everything.”

-

After it was all laid out, I went inside to confront my dad. “Hey, the Serpents dropped by.” I paused as he hummed, acknowledging me with a nod. “They were wondering if I could spend the night?” He looked up sharply and I rushed to give my reasons. “Sweet Pea will give me a ride to school in the morning, and I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ve missed them, Dad.” My eye widened in desperation, and he sighed.

He looked at me for a second. “You promise you’ll stay safe?” I nodded. “And… have a good Christmas?” I nodded a second, my face softening. He sighed again. “We have been working all day, figured we’d just head to bed anyway. Archie’s a mess…" He relaxed. "Sure.” I grinned, thanking him, and then took off to my room, ripping off my sweater and putting on a black shirt from the floor and then my Serpent jacket as it hung on the banister of my bed. I pulled my hair out, catching my reflection in the mirror. Damn. Such small changes really had such an effect on how I appeared…

Outside, everyone was waiting for me. I hopped on Sweet Pea’s bike, and we all took off toward Penny Peabody’s place with intentions to destroy. It was messy, and I’m not proud of everything that happened, but I had agreed to be here, and so I was.

After we dealt with Penny, I found myself in the bliss of Sweet Pea’s bed again, wrapped up in his arms. I turned to him. "How doesn't it bother you that I'm a North Sider?"

His hand traced my face. "Because you're not like some North Siders. You don't think you're better than us just because you have better circumstances than us. And, I mean, you're a Serpent." He shrugged as if that covered everything. And it actually did. I thought he was done but then he spoke again. “Your family is the Serpents... But you’re also a Northsider.” He paused. “You have family there too. You’re a...

"Northside Serpent?" I offered.

He smiled. "Yeah." And that was it. He brought up an even less pleasant topic. “I heard you were getting bullied.” I jerked, looking up at him. He grew sad. “It’s true then.” He shook his head, his hand running down my face.

"It's stopped," I whispered. "Archie and Betty helped."

He nodded. "Okay." He smiled a little. “You know, you looked pretty. Looking like a North Sider. Delicate. It actually sort of caught me off guard, but I don’t mind it.” He got closer as he spoke, his next sentence spoken against my lips. “Wherever you are.”

Our words were soft. "I was so scared you were going to forget about me."

He kissed me then, so hard that it knocked the breath out of me. I moaned and his fingers pressed into my skin. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you at all, let alone long enough to forget you,” he mumbled through the kisses. “Not even if I tried.” He moved over me, pausing. “I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you too."

His nose brushed against mine. “I’ve missed you. Your smell. Your lips. Your smile. Your eye. Your hair. Your voice. I’ve had a hard time sleeping. It’s too cold, and I can’t get comfortable without you…” When I met his eyes again, they were darker. I cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He looked at my lips and then the parts of my body he could see, and then back to my face. “I’m ready.”

The air in the room changed immediately. I was NOT expecting that. “Are- are you sure?” I asked.

Leaning down, he nodded. “I want you so bad it’s driving me crazy. Is… it okay with you? If we…?” I chuckled, pulling him closer. Our lips met, and I wasted no time in getting heated.

“Yes,” I answered, muffled by him. “Fuck me, please.” He shivered, his gaze zeroing in on mine a second before he dipped down, attacking my neck. By now, Tall Boy’s bruises were gone, but Sweet Pea made some of his own. He decorated me in love bites, not even trying to hold back. He ground against me, and I gasped, eyes closing.

My hands moved to tug on his shirt, pulling it up his body until he had to lean back on his ankles to take it off. I scrambled out from under him, trying to follow after him. I tugged off my shirt, throwing it into the shadows on the floor. We gazed at each other as I moved slowly to straddle his waist.

Suddenly I burst out laughing, and it startled Sweets. My forehead went to his shoulder. “What?” he asked, the humor in his voice evident as he failed to not smile along with me. I leaned back, running my hand down his face, my fingers tracing his jaw. He was so beautiful. So gentle and kind and so in love with me. How did I get so lucky?

“My dad told me to have a good Christmas,” I told him. He grinned as he realized the irony of his encouragement as we sat in our current situation, moments from crossing a boundary my dad would not approve of.

He pulled me closer. “I have a gift for you,” he told me. “I wasn’t going to give it to you because I got scared but… I have one.”

A frown came onto my face. “I didn’t get you anything.” I looked away. “I didn’t even realize Christmas was coming.” My eyebrows knitted.

Sweet Pea pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t expect you to get me a gift. You’re here- what more can I ask for?”

My smile grew. “Keep my gift for the next holiday,” I whispered. “I just want you to tonight. I want my gift to be you and me, here, now, and nothing else. No worry or stress or Black Hood or Northside. No tomorrow when I have to go back. No Penny Peabody. Please?” He didn’t even pause before nodding, leaning to put me back on the pillow. “I just want to have a good Christmas with the man I love.”

Sweet Pea beamed. “I can do that.” His lips were on my neck and my eyes closed, a sigh passing through my lips. The noise was breathy and smooth, half in pleasure and half in contentedness.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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Christmas really boosted my spirits.

After our night together and my anxiety as he took me back to school, Sweet Pea's calls and texts came more often. We called in the morning as I walked to school, every night, at lunch. I felt myself relaxing and easing. The distance didn’t hurt so much. I started to mix the Serpent clothes with the ones I already had. I wore both and if I did it right, I could see what people meant when they said clothing choice was self expression. These clothes FIT me.

Unfortunately, my happy disposition on top of my developed confidence seemed to draw people in. Instead of tripping me or pushing me or treating me like I was a disease, people were actively trying to be apart of my life. Curious girls who thought I was super cool and flirty guys who thought I was super hot. Archie was by my side differently than before. Now we stood together, heads up and shoulders back. I didn’t walk behind him, hiding behind him. We had each other’s back.

His actions encouraged Betty to slip more into my life again. For real. Not just in passing or to defend me, but in class and walking to class and at lunch. Texting and calling, gossiping and getting advice and hanging out. Through them I grew a comfortable acquaintance with Veronica, and distantly, Josie as well.

The Bulldogs had actually had my back once or twice when a guy had gotten too in my face and insistent. Reggie had talked to me after but I told him I wasn’t interested and he backed off.

All of these connections I had though felt less genuine and more like a business agreement. With Betty, maybe, but... Where had they been those first few days? Those first few weeks? Where was Reggie when his own Bulldogs were whistling at me and calling me pet names to make me uncomfortable? Where was Josie when I was being pushed around- literally? When I was being trampled? I could only count on Betty and Archie. Veronica too. Maybe.

The Serpents always had my back. I couldn’t help but still think that. They would have my back no matter what side of Riverdale I looked or acted like. They had my back no matter who I was facing. Even before I’d been a Serpent, my own brother had abandoned me while the Serpents had my back. If they were here…

And then they were.

When the announcement sounded, I sat in the lounge, with Betty, Archie, and their friends. I heard the words ring through the halls and I froze, my heart stilling as I dared to hope.

South Side High was being shut down, and some students from there were coming here.

Could I get so lucky? To have my biggest wish come true? To have my brothers and sister here, with me, along with the love of my life? Being in these halls to be in a good school like I’ve wanted to happen for so long?

...How could this go wrong?

This was Riverdale- nothing good happened here. Especially in high school. I couldn't help but wait for a catch.

While everyone freaked out and Veronica tried to calm them all down, I stared at the wall, trying not to bring attention to myself and my complete joy.

Betty noticed me first. We both smiled- after all, Jughead would be coming too. Even in the precarious situation they were in, she couldn’t lie to me at least that some part of her was very excited.

Archie noticed me next, smile just as wide. He was glad to have Jughead back as well. And heck if I could finally have the people I'd missed so much back in my life? Hell yeah! The three of us were ECSTATIC!

Then I saw everyone else's faces. Eyes seeking me out and burning into me. I thought if the weeks of torture and my smile fell away. Nervousness nudged at me.

I called Sweet Pea that night and he confirmed that he, Toni, Fangs, and Jughead were coming to Riverdale High. Honestly, I wasn't as happy about it as I wish I could be. They'd be around again and in a better school. But the students...

My mind filled with the worst scenarios possible and I went to bed the night before uneasy.

Why couldn't I just be happy?

When had my life gotten so complicated?

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FTL: @alexa-playafricabytoto @chipster-21 @bitchyseawitch @justanotherdaydreamersoul

Story Tags: @reblogserpent @xprblmatcprincess @black-kitten-imagines @foolsgoldxo @90skpophoe

[anzanity]

He's so damn cute!!

[gayaristocrat]

Pretty Boy~

Pairing: Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader

Tags: @dangerousstrawberryshark

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

‼Author’s Note‼: Boy when I tell you I had so much fun writing this!!! I'm so happy you requested this, cus' I finally can add some good Yandere Archie to my masterlist. Also, let me know if there are any typos or things that need to be fixed.

Word Count: 3,481+

Word Key:

(s/t) = Skin Tone

(h/hl) = Hairy/Hairless

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Before you came to Riverdale High, things were very simple for Archie. His routine was very simple; get up, go to school, go to football practice, hang out with the gang, have some lovey-dovey time with Veronica, and if she didn't spend the night, he'd stay home and sleep in his cold bed alone, only being accompanied by Vegas.

But upon your arrival, something inside Archie shifted, he never could pinpoint what it was about you that made him fall for you, more specifically, obsess over you. Was it the way you walked? Was it your attitude or your personality? Was it the way you dressed? Well, whatever it was made Archie feel emotions he never felt before, something he's never even felt for Veronica. Something dark, something sinister. Every time he thought about you, the more he wanted to protect you, the more he craved you. He'd constantly catch himself staring at you in the hallways and in class. He'd even follow you home after school to make sure you made it home safe. It only made it worse when your family moved next door to him in the empty house on the right, it only made things easier for him. Archie had a place in his house he would call his 'special room' that was right next to your upstairs bedroom window that gave him the perfect view inside your room.

He'd always find it adorable how you had your collection of teddy bears of many different colors and shapes, how your room was decorated with pastel pinks and pastel purples. He had to be sure to board up his window in the room so you wouldn't catch him staring at your window. Archie wanted to do things to you he couldn't say out loud, disgusting, horrific, sinful things to you. He wanted so desperately to corrupt your innocent and pure mind. He wanted to chain you up and lock you inside this hidden room and hide you from the dangerous world. He wanted to be the only one to see your pretty (s/t) face, he wanted to be the only one to see you dressed in the cute frilly skirts you always wear to school. He wanted to make you his personal lap dog so you'd happily obey his every word and command without hesitation. He was so excited to have you, he even had a box he kept locked and hidden away in the room that was filled with lingerie, dresses, skirts, crop tops, maid outfits, and much much more for you to wear only for him to see you in. Archie knew that if anyone ever found out about his secret they'd view him differently, disgusted at him like he was some monster. So he had to make sure word will never got out, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if he has to kill the ones who try to stop him.

-------Time Skip-------

The next day at school, Archie was in the student loungeroom with Veronica forcefully cuddling into his arms, making him internally cringe, but he had to keep up his 'perfect boyfriend' act so he doesn't spark up any suspicions. In front of them was Tony and Cheryl coupled up, and Betty and Jughead were doing their romantic thing, the whole group was just chatting and hanging out with one another.

The back of Archie's head was tingling, and a voice was telling him to look behind him, and oh boy was he glad he listened. When he turned his head, it seemed like time slowed down as his eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight the could have wished for walked in, his crush. (Full Male Name), the boy of his dreams walked in the room, dressed in an argyle pattern sweater, under the sweater was a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pleated white skirt that had a two black stripped lines running along the bottom of it, white high top converse decorated his feet with black fishnet stocking that went all the way up under his skirt. His nails were adorned with light blue polish, his neck that Archie wanted to ruthlessly mark up was wrapped with a pearl necklace that was white and sparkling. Utter fucking beauty. Beauty that could make any guy bow at your knees, and make any girl watch in envy.

When you walked in the lounge room you waved at the gang and Archie, making the red headed boy's face flush red as his heart fluttered. You made your way past them and went straight to the table where Reggie, Sweet Pea, and couple of other Serpent boys were sitting. You walked up and gave the boys hugs and started chatting with them, which did not go unnoticed by Archie.

It made him jealous, it infuriated him. Why couldn't he cuddle you like the other couples in front of him? Why couldn't he be the one to make you laugh? Why couldn't he touch you like Reggie and Sweet Pea did? Why would you let them defile you like that? He couldn't understand it, you let them touch you, but you don't even see them as nothing more than friends. They had no fucking right to touch what belonged to him, Archie had to fix this and he had to fix it fast. Blinded with rage, Archie unconsciously tightened his grip on Veronica's hand she forced into his, causing her to wince in the subtle pain. He quickly let her hand go at her outburst.

"Archiekins are you okay, you've been acting weird ever since the new kid transferred here?

Archie grabs and shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, and get himself back together.

"Uh, yeah Ronnie, it's nothing. Trust me, it has nothing to do with (Male Name). Um...I have to go and uh, take care of something. I'll probably see you guys later on today"

Archie unhooks his arm and hand from Veronica's grasp and stands up from the lounge couch and grabs his bags to leave, but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He walks out of the student lounge cringing at the kiss and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can, bursting through the door he locks it and checks underneath each stall to see if anybody was there before dropping his bags on the ground and walking into one of them. The more and more he thought about the kiss with Veronica, the more Archie begins to feel nauseous and quickly bends down to the toilet as his stomach rejects everything he ate that day. The sour acidic tasting liquid rushes up from his stomach, up past his esophagus, and out of his mouth, splashing into the toilet water. Tears ran down his eyes as his clenching stomach began to hurt with each gag and hurl. It literally made him sick thinking about kissing Veronica, or anybody besides you for that matter. He couldn't stand touching her, he couldn't stand looking at her, he couldn't even stand having sex with her anymore. Every interaction he had with her, he had to pretend it was you he was doing it with. He had to pretend it was (Male Name) he was kissing, that it was (Male Name) he was holding and touching, that it was (Male Name) he was fucking. Ever since the first day you transferred to Riverdale High, everything he ever felt for Veronica or did with Veronica faded away. At first he thought he was just sick, or just a phase, but it wasn't. This was something real he felt for you.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall and walked to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Spitting the water out he looked himself in the mirror. His face and neck was flushed with red, veins popping out in his neck and hands from the pressure of regurgitating, his eyes blood shot red from anger and disgust at Veronica. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Fuck Veronica for being too clingy, fuck Hiram for threatening to kill him every time he thought about ending things with her, fuck Reggie and Sweet Pea for touching you the way they did.

"FUCKING WHY!?" He screamed as he punched the glass mirror, shattering it to bits and pieces. The pain of the glass shards sticking in his knuckles was completely numb to him, so he didn't notice until he felt warm crimson liquid running down his hands and dripping into the sink. The bathroom began filling up with the metallic sent of blood. Archie slowly picks out each and every chunk of glass stuck in his hand before cleaning and wrapping it in a bandage cloth he found in his bag. He then washed his face, got himself together, grabbed his bags, and left the bathroom as if nothing happened. He made his decision in that moment looking at the mirror. He got tired of waiting for you to come around. He got tired of waiting for you to talk to him. He knew that you were too shy to admit your feelings and your love for him...right? You did love him right? I mean, all the waves and smiles you sent his way. All the times you let Reggie, Sweet Pea, and all the other boys touch you was just to make him jealous, right? Yeah, that's right. He knew you were trying to get him to confess his love first, so that's exactly what he's gonna do. This week was the week you were gonna finally be his. Count your days, cus ready or not, here he comes.

After school Archie went straight home. He skipped football practice, he skipped hanging how at Pop's with the gang. He had one thing in mind, and one thing only. Getting you.

Sweet Pea was easy to take care of. All Archie had to do was easily break into his trailer dead in the night when everyone was asleep, and easily off the poor boy before he could even scream. Each day, one by one all the boys you talked to, or even touched ended up dead. And Reggie was the last survivor. By this time, people were starting to question the disappearance of the other boys. People were staring to whisper that you had something to do with it, which caused people to start avoiding you. Ever since you transferred to Riverdale High a month ago in the middle of the year, everyone instantly took a liking to you. You were dubbed as 'skirt boy' or 'dress boy' , not as in insult or anything because people really admired how you lived by the motto 'clothes are just fabric, they have no gender'. You made a name of yourself in just a couple of months. But all of that was taken from you. People no longer wanted to be around you. No body talked to you, hugged you, or even looked at you. People became scared of you, fearing that if they were around you, that they'd disappear too.

----Time Skip----

Archie managed to get wind that Cheryl was throwing a party after school, and obviously everyone was invited . Since Archie knew that Reggie would never pass up a good party, he knew that he was going to be there, and he would finally was able to finish him off like he did to Sweet Pea and the other few boys.

When Archie arrived at Thistlehouse, it was flooded with people from school. Empty bottles and cups of alcohol crowded the floor of the house everywhere, different color lights flashed throughout the room painting people with many different colors. Horny and sweaty kids were grinding and making out with one another, and it sickened Archie. The music was far too loud for his liking, all he wanted to do was kill Reggie, find you, and get the hell out of there.

"Archie! There you are dude, what took you so long to get here?"

Archie turned at the sound of the voice. Lo and behold, it was Reggie.

"Oh hey man, what a coincidence. I was just thinking about where I could find you." Archie says to the swaying and obviously drunk man.

"Oh y..yeah, I wash jush..talkin' tah (M...Male Name) upstairs. Ya'..ya'...yah' know w..what man. He's been pretty upshet lately. Yeah, he saysh p..people have shtaped talkin tah him"

Archie just couldn't help but darkly smile, this was all too easy for him. He'd at least thought that he would have to look forward to a challenge, but no. Things were smoothly playing out for him, and he's definitely without a doubt going to take advantage of it.

"Really now? Well how about you go get him and I can drive both of you home since you're obviously too waisted to drive."

Reggie nodded and stumbled his way to the stairwell, tripping and falling over several steps on his way up. Archie quickly grabbed a drink of strong alcohol and downed it easily, hissing at the burn, and made his way to his car. He sat in his seat and patiently waited for you both to come down. Archie looked down and saw the gun in his pocket being exposed a little, so he pulled his shirt down to cover it. He could feel himself getting overly giddy and excited thinking about you sitting in his car, and how tonight will finally be the night he'll have you and permanently get rid of Reggie. A few minutes later, he sees the both of you stumble out of the house. Even you were drunk too? Fucking amazing.

Both you and Reggie hopped in the car, with you in the front seat, and Archie began driving off. Throughout the whole drive Archie's grip of the steering wheel tightened and his heart was thumping as fast as a jackhammer, and it didn't get better when you dosed off and your head landed on his shoulder. Reggie was asleep in the back seat too, which gave Archie the opportunity to get a better look at you. He could smell the fruit scented perfume you were wearing, he felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the way your skirt was hiked up a little on your leg, showing off your beautiful (h/hl) (s/c) legs he so desperately wanted to mark up, and your thicc thighs he wanted to stick his face between. Time seemed to fly by when he was staring at you, as he pulled onto the side of the road that lead to Sweetwater River. Trying not to disturbed you, Archie gently takes your leaning figure off of his shoulder and sits you up so you lean on the window. He got out of the car, woke up Reggie, and told him to take a walk with him.

The trip from the car to the river was quite short, which made Archie happy since he didn't want to keep you waiting. Both him and Reggie were admiring the view. The bright green trees standing tall as giants on the other side of the river, the glowing blue river water rushed past the rocks, splashing as it goes by. Reggie tripped and fell over the small rocks, as they were not really a reliable source for balance, especially in his wasted state. Archie stayed back a few feet behind him, and pulled out the gun hidden in his pocket, he pulled the hammer aiming it at Reggie's head. The clicking of the gun alerted Reggie as he turned around to see the origin of the noise, but before he could even utter a word out of his mouth, Archie pulled the trigger. The fast moving bullet shot out of the gun and lodged itself in between Reggie's eyes and shot out the back of his head. The power of the bullet caused blood to spew out and stain Archie's blue letterman jacket and face. Reggie's body went limp, falling on the ground instantly dead, blood flowing out of his head and trailing down into the water. Archie spit out the blood that shot into his mouth, cringing at the bitter taste of it. He stuck the gun back into his back pocket and rolled Reggie's heavy body into the river, watching as his lifeless body drifts away, never to be seen again by anyone.

Now that Reggie's gone, he'll have to find some way to break up with Veronica without Hiram being on his ass. Maybe he could set her up by getting her to cheat on him and then catch her in the act. He would have to take some time to think about it, but for now, he would just worry about that later. Now all he has to do is get back to you, and take you to your new room he set up for you. He ran back to the car, opened the door and closed it as quietly as he could so he didn't wake you and took off. While driving to his house, Archie adored watching you as you slept, lightly drooling as you did. He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently placed it on your warm leg, rubbing it up and down. He bit his lip and groaned as he felt your skin running against his flesh, he couldn't wait to have you when you got to your new home. Every now and then you'd stir in your sleep, alerting Archie, but he managed to continue his journey back. He finally gets to his house with you still asleep next to him, he clicks the garage remote to automatically open the garage and drive inside it, making sure to click the button again to close it. Archie looks behind the rearview mirror to make sure the garage was closed tight so no one can see what he's up to, then he steps out of the car and opens your side of the door, not forgetting to catch your head as it was still leaning on the window. He softly unbuckles your seatbelt, wraps your arms around your neck and picks you up, he then wraps your legs around his waist and rests his hand under your butt to balance you (also cus he just wanted to grope dat ass 😛).He shuts both of the car doors and makes his wat to the door, skillfully taking the keys out of his front pocket and unlocks the door to walk in.

Archie is firstly greeted by Vega, running to meet him barking with his wagging tail trying to jump on him for attention, only to be shushed by the red head. The barks caused you to move in his grasp and wrap your arms tightly and cuddle into the closest thing to you, which made Archie feel like he was on top of the world. He walked up the stairs, with Vegas closely following with curiosity as to who the new person was. He made it to the door of his secret room, which was now the place where he was going to keep you hidden from everyone, and opened it. He then walked in and sat you down on the floor locking a neck cuff around your neck with a pink heart shaped padlock so you don't escape. He walked over to the boarded up window he used to peak at you threw and made sure it was shut tight before pulling up a chair and silently staring at you with pride. He finally had you inside his house, finally to himself. He can finally now be the only one to touch you, to look at you, to hear your voice, and to fuck you. Just the though of it made his pants tighten. And now that you're hear, why not?

Slowly you wake up, opening your eyes in a groggy daze and a splitting pain in your head. You open your eyes and try to examine the dimly lit room you were in, or at least try to make out a figure or something. But...this..wasn't your room, these weren't your decorations, something felt off...felt..wrong. The cold uncomfortable metal on your neck made you shiver as you tried to pull at it to get it off, with little to no avail. In front of you you see navy blue adidas, calling out to the first person that popped in your mind. "Reggie?...W..where are we? Weren't we..at Cheryl's party?"

"Wrong name, (Male Name). Why don't I help you remember who I am baby?"

Archie gives you a sly look at your chained up figure before taking his shirt off. He then tosses the article of clothing to an unknown area in the room and he unbuckles his belt as he starts removing his pants, smiling at your scared and now sober quivering figure.

"P...please Archie, just let me go, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just please let me go...I'll..I'll do anything you want, anything"

"Awww, how pathetic. Don't think you're getting away from me again that easily, begging like that~"

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[bangtanmix73]

I’ve finally decided to open requests. Please be specific whether you want a fanfic, drabble, or a head cannon!

I write for:

-Twilight: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmet Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Culen, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Leah Clearwater, Emily Young, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara

-Riverdale: Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Sweet Pea, Fangs, FP, Alice

-IT: Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald “Belch” Huggins

- Kpop: Stray Kids, Mamamoo

-Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel, Crowley

-Alice in Borderland: Chishiya, Usagi, Kuina, An, Heiya,

No longer write for:

-The Lost Boys

-The Black Phone

I will write:

-nsfw (no minors please)

-angst

-fluff

-yanderes

-age gaps (as long as everyone is above 18)

-polyamory relationships

-murder, death, gore, anything alone those lines

I do write Lgbtq+, but there are some areas I’m not confident in and I’m afraid to offend someone.

I will NOT write: Scat/Urine/Vomit play/kink, p*dophilia, inc*st, cannibalism, r*pe, some mental illnesses, I also may add more later on.

Thank you!

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

It was a typical Friday in riverdale, you woke up and were excited for the weekend because this week had literally tried you to no ends. Your homework had stacked up horribly, you hadn't hung out with your friends all week, much less your boyfriend, Sweet Pea.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, you felt excited to go to the white wyrm and get drunk around you lr friends, however those hopes quickly died down as your teacher called you to stay after class.

"Y/n, before you go id like a word with you."

"And I'd like a magic pony, but so rarely do we get what we want." You sassed back. You wanted nothing more than to climb behind sweets on his motorcycle and drink until you couldn't see straight.

"Y/n, your currently failing this class, I'm sorry but you need to do better. I know you, you're a smart person and you can do great things. You need to try harder." Your teacher looked like he wanted to be nice, but you were not in the mood.

"Mr. Yelich, I am trying hard, but you don't exactly make it easy, assigning more work every class, on top of the other 8 classes I have with a job and a social life. It will get done I promise, I am trying very hard." You were more than anything exhausted. Your job had kept you up late and no matter, you still had to stay up even later doing homework.

As you left the school building, you knew all of your friends would be gone already, including pea, who you told to not wait for. Instead you decided to catch a ride with your fellow serpent, Jessica.

When you got to the wyrm, you walked in and immediately ordered a shot of fireball. Surrounded by the crowded bar, no less. Tonight you decided you were going all in, blackout or back out, and you never backed out. As you took your fifth shot, you heard a voice behind you.

"Damn, like they're trying to get drunk, you know its just a stunt to get some dick, no wonder sweet pea hasn't talked to them all week." You turned around to see some beach blonde bitch with a posey of girls looking right at you. You sighed annoyedly.

"Now I know you weren't talking to me because one, who the fuck are you, two if I wanted dick I could get it sober unlike you bimbo bitches and three, what the hell do i care if I see sweet pea? I'm not his tender and he ain't my protector. So go find some other dumbass to lay into to make you feel better about your pathetic life. Thank you."

Apparently, the girls couldn't take it as well as the could dish it and instead jumped you in the middle of the bar. Since you were a little intoxicated it wasn't as easy as it would have been, however that didn't stop the undefeated Y/N Y/L/N. You grabbed the blonde by her hair after she suckered you in the rib and kneed her nose.

The girl next to the blonde grabbed you and layed a blow to your face while the third and final girl kicked you in the back. You went after the third girl, grabbing her arm and breaking her nose with your fist, while the other two punched your back and arms. She stumbled backwards and you turned to the other girls.

The blonde punched you in your nose, causing blood to drip onto the floor. The second girl layed three nice punches in your stomach. At this point your fight had gotten the attention of majority of the bar.

Just as you had knocked the brunette to the ground, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and hoist you off of the ground, separating you from kicking the others asses.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" Sweet pea asked as he set you down. Tall boy came over at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here? Brooke, Sam?" Both girls got up with blood running from their faces and looked at the ground. "Y/n?" Tall boy turned to you.

"Nothing, if a bitch wants to talk shit, she better be ready to back it up." You say spitting blood on the floor.

"Y/n, you can't fight among serpents. You know the rules, if I catch you one more time, your suspended." Tall boy pointed a sharp finger in your face.

As he walked away, sweet pea grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. "Y/n, why did you do that?" You slapped his hand away.

"Fuck off sweet pea, I don't need your protection, I can handle myself. I'm your girlfriend, not some kid you need to take care of." You yelled in his face, followed by a shot of whiskey and then you stormed out of the bar. Sweet pea was stunned, you never yelled at him, much less in front of people.

As you left the bar slinging your jacket over your shoulders, you heard pea following you. "Hey, what the hell was that in there? Huh, don't you ever talk to me like that again." You turned to him, anger rushing through your veins.

"Why, because it makes you look weak? Sweet pea, you always talk to me like that and im fucking tired of it. I'm a serpent just like you. I'm your girlfriend, okay? You're not my guardian angel, and I don't need protection. Every other serpent sees me as your girlfriend and its bullshit!" You were screaming at him in front of everyone in the parking lot, not caring anymore and tired of his shit.

"Y/n, I never once tried to be your guardian angel. And if I want to help you who the fuck are you to say no?" Your laugh was filled with anger.

"Oh don't fucking kid yourself sweet pea. You want a girl you can make a house wife, you got the wrong fucking one. If you think i need your help you can walk in the other direction and never look back. Go fuck yourself." You spat as you turned away from him and got glances from other serpents who were in the parking lot.

"Y/n, you're fucking scum!" He shouted at you. You didn't care however, you just continued storming off. You had hoped tonight you could let loose and let the worries die away. But as tears streamed down your face as you walked into the dark, you couldn't help but hate how he didn't see your pain and stress.

He only cared how he looked and not how you were feeling. He didn't care about everything that had happened that week, he only wanted to look tough, like you were nothing more than a girl he could easily replace. But oh, was that the farthest thing from the truth there could be.

As you walked down the dimly lit street, you promised yourself, never to let anyone control you or make you feel this way again. You deserved someone better, someone who knew not to fuck with you, and you would be damned if you ever let anyone step on your fire again.

A/n: hi, so I tried my best to write this in a way that anyone could read, I hope I did a good job! I hope you like it and to anyone who feels like they aren't taken seriously, I just want you to know that I believe in you, and don't ever let anyone tell you what to do. You are amazing and deserve to show it! I love you all! Thank you for the love on some of my recent works <333

[i-havetroublewithsnakes]

"Let’s go home" // Sweet Pea

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader // Betty Cooper x Reader

Word Count: 620

Author’s Note: Hello there! Even if I love Betty/Veronica friendship.. how cool could it be if Betty met SP’s gf and boom.  Anyways like always this is not my first language so i’m really sorry for all the typing errors.

The first time Jughead took Betty at the Quarry, it was a peaceful spring night, and that night first the first time Betty saw Y/N. The girl had Sweet pea's jacket oh her shoulders while she was sitting on his bike. Sweets was talking to other serpents not so distant from her. "She is Y/N" Jughead said coming closer to her and she smiled. "She is not a serpent, but she is from the Southside" he continued explain looking at Betty. Y/N look at her with a smile "and last but not least she is Sweet pea’s girlfriend " Betty turned listening a female voice coming from her back, Toni was looking at Y/N with a grin on her face. Y/N laughed and Betty thought she had the sweetest laugh ever. "And she is Betty, my girlfriend" Jughead said with a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you Betty" "My pleasure" the blonde girl said softly.

The night at the Quarry was passing fine, Betty took a sit beside Y/N while she was drinking a beer, there was a great atmosphere when a scary sound came from Betty and Y/N's back, they look at each other and behind them with a strange feeling. "We should tell them" Betty said with a worried look on her face but Y/N was already up. "They deal with shitty jobs everyday, it's only a sound maybe the wind, I'll go check, stay safe here" she said but Betty wasn't agree with that. She followed Y/N even if she was a little bit scared, Y/N smiled when she felt Betty’s hands on her arm Betty furrowed her brows while they were walking and suddenly she saw a male figure in front of them, her heart stopped. Y/N's reaction was fast, fucking fast. She back off dragging Betty with her when that guy jumped out against the girls. He pointed a bat on Y/N and she rolled her eyes.  "Oh god, again?" she said annoyed. The only thing Betty was thinking was how she could be so fearless.  That question made Toni turns her face suspiciously and Y/N wasn't anymore on Sweets bike but facing someone, she jumped. "Sweet pea!" Toni yelled and all the serpents turned where the girls where.  Everything happened fast, Betty saw some serpents running after the guy and Sweet pea looking at Betty with anger.  "She did nothing babe, I heard a sound and I went check" Y/N said approaching him.  "How many fucking times I told you t-"  Y/N put her small hands on Sweets arms, coming really close to his face "I'm sorry, okay?" she whispered, their lips was almost touching  He rolled his eyes and sighed stepping back.  "I think he hates me" Y/N looked up at Betty who was watching Sweet Pea talking to FP. He was nodding to something FP said and Y/N smiled to herself, he was so beautiful.  "No he doesn't, he is like that. He trust no one, at the beginning he just look at everyone like the grumpy cat" Y/N said laughing.  "Are you gonna fight about what happened?" Betty asked and Y/N nodded.  "I'm sorry"  "for what?" Y/N asked with a confused look.  "for the fight you will have" Betty said and Y/N chuckled.  "it's not your fault, we always fight for this type of things. I grew up in the Southside and I always faced with this kind of things but he is overprotective about me. That's fine" She explained "Yes but.. He doesn't even kissed you" Betty whispered.  Y/N smiled blushing a little bit.  "He doesn't really like affection when he is angry" Sweet pea caressed Y/N's arm. "Let’s go home" he said and Y/N looked up to him nodding.

[sweetpea-fvck]

Taking Sides || S.P.

Warnings: Cursing

Plot: You started dating Sweet Pea and your north side friends aren’t happy, it all comes down to one choice; him or them?

“So I was thinking maybe we could all go to the lake this weekend, what do you say Y/N?” You looked up from your phone to Veronica, “I can’t this weekend, sorry Ronnie I already made plans.” She sighed, “Of course you did, you never have time for your friends anymore.” You shook your head, “That’s not true, we hang out all day at school.” Betty cleared her throat, “I think it’s nice she is in a relationship, even if it is with a serpent, at least she’s happy.” You scoffed, “What do you mean ‘even if it’s with a serpent’ you’re dating jughead and he’s their leader.” Betty raised her hands in defense, “That’s not what I mean, it’s just... you come from two different worlds, Jughead isn’t like them, he grew up on the north side, he’s trying to tone them down. You literally chose the worst of the bunch.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I expect this from people like Reggie or Archie but you guys? I thought you were my friends.” You shook your head in disbelief, “You really don’t support my choice to be with Sweet Pea?” A loud chuckle came from behind you, “Of course they don’t, none of us do. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch, he’s just south side trash.” Reggie plopped himself down on a chair next to Veronica, “You can’t be on both teams Y/N. You’re either with us or against us.” Veronica smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so blunt.” You clenched your jaw angrily, “Oh so you agree with him?” She averted her gaze and started picking at her nails, “Betty? Do you agree with him?” Betty sighed, “Yes, I do. I don’t think you should be in a relationship with him, he’s taking you away from us and you’re just going to end up hurt.” Reggie smirked, “Looks like it’s either him or us.”

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you guys right now, are you seriously making me choose?” Veronica nodded, “If that’s what it takes to get you away from him then yes.” You laughed but there was no humor behind it, “Then I choose him and I’ll always choose him, do you wanna know why? Because he would NEVER make me choose. He has never had a problem with me being a north sider! All he cares about it that I’m safe and I’m happy which is more than I can say for you guys. He has tried to get you guys to accept him, he joined the basketball team, he wore those stupid mandatory outfits, which lets not forget Jughead is the first one who protested them. He never cared who I was friends with or why. I would pick him again and again and again because he loves me and I love him and if you don’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. I can’t believe I ever called you guys my friends...” You picked up your bag and started walking out of the room before stopping for a moment and turning around, “Real friends would never have made me pick a side.”

Sweet Pea stood outside the door waiting for you, “Are you gonna be okay princess?” You nodded, “It will take some time but yeah I think I’ll be okay... it just hurts you know?” He pulled you into his arms, “I know baby, but you know, I would understand if you picked them. Some of what they said is true.” You looked up at him, “Pea, none of what they said is true, they don’t know what I know, they don’t see what I see. To them you are just some thug but, to me you are my prince charming, my knight in a leather jacket.” He smiled at you but let you continue. “If they really cared about me they would have taken the time to get to know you. They would have tried to see past the fueds and let me be happy but...they didn’t and that’s okay. They made their choice and I made mine, now let’s please get out of here.” He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you princess.”

A/N: This is based on while everyone still hates each other, so sorry the girls are so mean it just adds to the drama 0-0 Let me know what you guys think! I want to post more so I’m trying to do some shorter stuff to ease back into writing ♡

[lonleywriters-blog]

imagine this: Reader calls yanderes Sweet pea from Riverdale by his full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the reader asked him to?

Omg yes I love this idea

Yan. Sweet pea when you yell at him because he didn't do something

Pls don't reblog or take

Let's say you asked him to put the dishes away as you left the house. You had such a bad at at work. What ever could go wrong went wrong. You spilled food everywhere including yourself. It took forever for your car to start and your shoe broke in middle of the day. You just wanted to come home make a snack and relax. You opened the cabinet and there was no cups you looked in the dishwasher and surprise there still in there. You just got so mad you couldn't take it anymore. You went into the living room where sweet pea was watching t.v and glared crossing your arms over your chest. Sweet pea got up to get you and stoped in his tracts he could see you were mad, really mad. He doesn't like conflict when it comes to you. He doesn't want to make you mad or get mad at you so he was very nervous. If looks could kill he would be long gone. You started yelling at him. "I asked you to do one thing one damn thing." It clicked in his head how could he be so dumb. He looked at you like a kicked puppy he didn't mean to forget. When you look at him you can't help how guilty you feel. You should take this out on him but the day has just been so so hard. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "I'm sorry I yelled it's been a hard day im so sorry pea." You say sadly as a few tears fall. He walks up to you slowly wrapping his arms around you setting his chin on your head. "It's alright baby I'm sorry I didn't put the dishes up." He smiled as you hug him back.

[heytherejulietx]

need you - sweet pea

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y/n really hated living on the opposite side of town to her boyfriend. he had been so busy with the serpents, and as school was out the only time she could see him was when he wasn’t busy. she would have walked across town to meet him, but sweet pea had told her not to; she understood, of course, the south-side of town was a dangerous place. she just wished she could see him more.

especially when she felt like shit.

some days, the times she needed him the most she didn’t even know more. y/n would wake up with a heavy feeling in her chest, a weight that only grew heavier and heavier as the day went on, until she could barely keep herself together in the evening. she felt like a china doll who had been broken and put back together over and over, but never stayed mended for long. sweet pea helped, he helped a lot, but he couldn’t if he wasn’t there.

he picked up on the second ring. he always answers her calls quickly, something that she would have admired if she wasn’t shaking as she held the phone against her ear, barely keeping herself together.

“hey, gorgeous,” she could hear laughter in the background, and realised he was probably still with fangs at the wyrm. “what’s up?”

“can you come over?”

he paused for a moment, and she could picture the little crease that formed in between his eyebrows whenever he was worried. her voice had wobbled when she spoke, and she knew he could tell that something was wrong.

“are you okay?” his voice was soft, like he wasn’t trying to spook her, though still firm in a way that expressed to her his concern.

“mhm, i just really need you here,” her voice cracked, and she had to sniffle through the urge to cry. “please pea.”

“hey, don’t cry, i’ll be there in like ten minutes okay?”

she nodded, even though sweet pea couldn’t see her, and hummed a little. “yeah, okay. i love you.”

“i love you too, i’ll see you soon.”

once sweet pea had hung up, y/n took in a deep breath and laid back across her bed, trying not to cry. the heaviness on her chest was almost unbearable, and it had sat there uncomfortably the whole day. betty had wanted to go out to pop’s for lunch, and she had really tried to have a nice time, but she felt like she could have cried at any given moment and had left early. at the thought of betty’s disappointed frown, the weight on her chest had grown a little heavier.

just under ten minutes had passed before the doorbell had rung. she assumed that sweet pea had sped on his bike to get there, but as she descended down the stairs, eager to be in his arms, she couldn’t find it in her to care.

once she had opened the door, she hadn’t given him a moment to even say anything before she practically threw herself into his arms. his hand held the back of her head as he walked them inside the hallway, and she heard him shut the door before his arm circled around her waist.

“are you okay?” he mumbled into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her hairline, and she shrugged.

“i don’t know.”

“what’s wrong, baby?” he tried again, and her lip trembled as she shook her head against his chest.

“i don’t know.” she repeated, and when sweet pea had heard the thickness of her throat through her words he shushed her gently, and she felt his fingers as they gently dragged through her hair,

“don’t cry, gorgeous, it’s okay,” his lips pressed to her forehead before he pulled away again, and his hand gently squeezed her waist. “c’mon, let’s get you in bed, ’kay?”

only once she had nodded against his chest did he pull away, but even as he walked her up the stairs she kept a hold of his hand. she couldn’t let go of him, not even for a moment. his touch was the only thing that kept her grounded at that moment. his hand remained clasped around hers as he walked them into her bedroom, and he only let it go to replace it with his arm around her waist once he had sat them on the edge of her bed.

“thank you for coming,” she whispered as she buried her face against his chest again, and sniffled against the soft material of his shirt. “i just feel so awful today, i don’t even know why, it’s so stupid.” her throat clogged up with tears and she gripped onto him even tighter.

“it’s not stupid, sweetheart. if you feel sad it’s not stupid.” he whispered into her hair, and she felt as he had tighteend his hold around her frame.

“it is, though,” she sniffled, and she couldn’t keep the tears in any longer as they had started to wet sweet pea’s shirt. “i just feel so useless, nobody else is this sad all the time. not even jughead, and he practically invented being mopey.”

sweet pea chuckled a little at the joke, though he still kept his lips against the top of her head. “you aren’t useless, babe, what you’re feeling doesn’t make you any less than anybody else,” he spoke softly, and had started rubbing small circles into her waist. “i think you just need some down time, okay? i’ll spend the night, and we can do whatever you want tomorrow.”

she nodded against his chest, though despite his words she still couldn’t keep from crying. “i love you so much, i don’t deserve you,” she mumbled through her tears. “why do you put up with me?”

sweet pea sighed, and he didn’t say anything for a long moment. instead, she felt as he moved to pull back the covers of her bed, and he helped her lay down. only once he had laid at her side, and let her curl up into him, did he speak. “do you know why i don’t let you walk to the south-side on your own?” his voice was soft, and once she had lifted her head to lay against his chest, he had started to gently drag his fingers through her hair.

“because you don’t want me to get hurt.” she mumbled, and sniffled as she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve.

“i couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. you’re the one person keeping me sane, you know that?” he asked softly. “sure, i’ve got the serpents, but it’s different with you. you've helped me so much and you don’t even realise it, babe. i need you as much as you need me,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “i don’t put up with you, i need you. we help each other.”

his arms had lifted to wrap around her body when she sniffled again, and he shushed her quietly as she turned her head to press her face into his neck, above his tattoo. sweet pea was either being patient for a response or he wasn’t expecting one, as he had started pressing more kisses to her hair and shoulder.

“i love you so much, pea.” her voice cracked, but she wasn’t crying anymore, spare her teary eyes.

his arms had tightened around her when she had spoken, and she heard his exhale into her hair before he responded, “i love you too. so much.”

[hyungbean]

Locusts (part 2) | Riverdale

Summary: The Southside Serpents seek an alliance with one of the country’s deadliest gangs, The Locusts.

Genre: Slight Angst, Humor?, Some Fluff

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Gang Brawl

A/N: oooHh shoot, my Sweet Pea feels are shooting through the roooof.

Read Part 1 Here 

Sweet Pea found himself gravitating towards Y/N the whole time the Serpents were at the club, although she couldn't complain because she found herself being attracted to the giant teddy bear.

“So are you like the second in command?” Sweet Pea casually swung his arms round the back of her seat, drinking some soda. He knew better than to get drunk and possibly embarrass himself in front of her.

“Not officially. I’m going to be initiated on my 18th birthday, but everyone already treats me like I’m one of them. Perks of being the boss’ daughter I suppose. But since Chris is already 19 he’s the official right hand man for my dad.” You looked ethereal in the neon red lights, your hair falling in waves behind your ears, Sweet Pea found himself resisting the urge to run his fingers through your hair.

“Oh? Well what’s the initiation process like then? You guys kind of go hard core on the punishments so I can only imagine what the initiation to get in is like.” 

You laugh shaking your head, “Nah. It’s not difficult. You have to pledge your undying loyalty to the Locusts and it’s members. The second step I guess you could say is fighting me or Chris. The final step is just getting the tat. I was born into the gang so I just got the tat beforehand.”

“What? I mean it can’t be too hard then right?” Sweet Pea joked, earning him a solid punch to the arm which would surely bruise over the next morning.

“Wrong. Y/N here can throw a mean ass right hook. So to make it fair, father dearest said the rule is to try and stay alive for three minutes in the ring. But Y/N goes soft on them.” The pair look up to see a smirking Chris towering over them drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey.

“Now if you’re both done. My dad wants all the Serpents to head to our private room, we’re going to go over some terms and rules and all that good shit.”

Sighing, Y/N stands up first dusting off her pants and linking her arm with her brother’s before turning to look at Sweet Pea,  “Let’s go sweetie.” 

“It’s sweet pea.” He murmurs under his breathe, his cheeks heating up, throwing his cup over his shoulder.

They lead him towards the back of the club where two large bodyguards step out from the darkness, scaring Sweets so much he pulls out his pocket knife on instinct.

“Down boy.” Y/N says slyly to a tense Sweet Pea, the guards eyeing him suspiciously before opening the velvet doors. They walk down a narrow hallway lit by fluorescent purple neon lights, the booming music reduced to muffled thumping. They arrive inside a small room with a few couches and a pool table in the back.

“Nice of you to join us.” Viper remarks sarcastically, his children rolling their eyes before moving to stand behind his arm chair. 

Once the group is settled in the discussion is started by Viper who casually takes a drag of his cigar. 

“You want to know why I chose to associate myself with you instead of the Ghoulies FP? Because I believe that the Serpents have a greater sense of what brotherhood and loyalty means. I respect that. You and me, the Serpents and Locusts, we ain’t that different from each other.”

“True. And because we aren’t a vessel for pumping illegal drugs. Plus that Malachai son’a bitch ain’t exactly my favorite bitch in my contact book.” Chris says bored, casually flipping his pocket knife around. 

“Language you oaf.” Y/N remarks, snatching his pocket knife out of his reach causing Chris to pout.  

Viper chooses to ignore his kids as if this was a normal occurrences, much to the Serpents bewilderment. 

“You guys don’t deal drugs?” Toni asks, causing FP to look at her like this was already common knowledge. 

Sweet Pea narrows his eyes a little.

A high and mighty gang of practical assassins, making it to the top without dabbling in drugs?

“No. We deal weapons and favors. Gangs approach us all the time in our other bases in Vegas to ask for a favor, we happily oblige of course, but they are now in our debt. And we intend to make great use of their repayment.” Viper says proudly while leaning forwards, his eyes gleaming darkly. He looked powerful and radiated an aura of dominance, one that erased all doubts that the Serpents had before. Y/N and Chris grin at them as if sensing discomfort.

“The Ghoulies approached you guys?” FP asked after a few silent moments, also leaning forward in his seat.

“That’s right. Came by a few nights ago.. that Malachai kid got hit real good by my boy here.” Viper says disapprovingly to his son, shaking his head.

“He had it coming. You didn’t hear what he was saying about Y/N. Those wannabe nascar drivers got no respect for us, should have killed that pig when  I had the chance.” Chris huffs, staring daggers at the wall, Y/N setting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Well they can’t be too happy about getting trashed like expired cafeteria meatloaf can they?” Cheryl asks from behind Toni, eyes flickering from Viper to Y/N. 

“Probably not, but we can take them easily, what are they gonna do? Beat us in  a race really hard?” Chris remarks smartly, letting out a snort. 

“Don’t jinx it Chris. I don’t trust those ghouls.”

Before anyone could answer a few men burst through the door, holding brass knuckles and a few knives visibly poking out of their pockets.

“Sir, The Ghoulies are here, pretty sure a fight is about to break out.” One of them says in a dangerously low voice. Viper sighs, rubbing his temples.

“do they have guns?” 

“No sir.”

“A fist fight? My specialty.” Chris says, cracking his neck. 

“Told you not to jinx it dumbass. Now we actually have to kill a few people tonight, and I liked this shirt.” Y/N mumbles, running a hand through her hair.

The Serpents look at Viper, not exactly ready to march into a gang brawl. The siblings strut out, Chris wielding his brass knuckles while Y/N swings around his baseball bat, humming a song.

Sweet Pea’s eyes trail after Y/N, seeing how relaxed and in control she was, and he felt a sense of pride knowing she could take care of herself.

“No worries FP. My kids have this under control, why don’t you and your friends join us upstairs to watch the show, after all you all are the guest of honor.” Viper says getting up and clapping FP’s shoulder, leaving to lead them further down the hall. The serpents follow hesitantly, Toni moving to hold Cheryl’s hand. Once they turn a corner, they see a lone elevator with a couple of body guards waiting. 

“Balcony sir?” 

Viper hums in confirmation, going into the elevator first. Followed by the tense Serpents who look in front of them in anticipation. 

“Oh and make sure to get the mop and my brother on the line. I have a feeling a shit ton of my property is going to be damaged in a few moments.”

“Of course sir.”

‘How are they taking this so lightly. What the hell.’ Sweet Pea thought, watching as the elevator panel beeped and shifted from a 1 to a B. Once they step out, they hear the commotion almost instantly, recognizing Malachai’s voice. He was yelling profanities and as they reached the edge of the balcony they see the Locusts and a few dozen Ghoulies standing on opposite sides of the club, Malachai yelling up at Chris. 

It would have been funny in any other circumstance as Chris was almost a whole foot taller than Malachai. Chris stands there almost amused, clenching his fists while Y/N stands a little behind him, baseball bat over her shoulder. 

The Locusts stand tall, some weilding large daggers and chains. While majority of the Ghoulies looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but there.

When Malachai notices that his approach isn’t working, he looks around and sees Y/N standing behind Chris, his face morphing into a shit eating grin. 

“I don’t know how you do it Chris. If Y/N was always around me like that, I have no idea what the hell I’d do.” Sweet Pea feels himself tense and grow strangely furious at Malachai. He wishes he could be down there, pummeling the trash bag into the ground, although Chris beat him to it. The taller boy brings his fist down straight into Malachai’s temple, his body crumpling to the ground. 

Shit. Hope he’s not dead.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose as The Locusts and Ghoulies start engaging in a violent exchange of fists and knives, the noise of tables breaking and glass shattering storms in the ears of the Serpents. 

Jughead turns to Viper, “Will they be okay?” 

Viper quirks an eyebrow, “of course my boy, no need to worry. This will be over soon. But shit! Did they have to break all my stuff! This shit costs money too.”

“What about Y/N?” Sweet Pea asks, eyes searching the sea of black leather and broken tables for the small girl. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Viper looking at him in amusement.

“You have nothing to worry about. If anything I’m more worried for Chris. That boy is strong for sure, but he isn’t as good of a fighter as his sister. He punches first before thinking. Y/N however eggs on her opponent, letting them show off all their moves. She learns their fighting style and knows how to beat them. And she always beats them one way or another. That girl is lethal. You should see her with her knives.. never misses.” Viper says proudly, although it seems as if he were talking to himself. 

Fangs claps Sweet Pea’s shoulder, “don’t worry, she’ll be fine dude, that’s one tough chick if I ever seen one.”

Sweet Pea nods, he couldn’t explain his quick attraction to the girl but he knew that he’d like to have her around in his life for a long time. 

All was going well as it seemed that the Locusts had the upper hand, many of the Ghoulies were laying unconscious around the club, some even bleeding out. 

FP whistles while his eyes raked over the unconscious lumps on the floor. “Y’all some trained fighters? I don’t see any of your Locusts laying around.”

“Not exactly, but we do train them intensely. It’s hard to become a Locust, and even harder to remain as a Locust. A lot of our members drop out because they’re not able to keep up with the life-style. It is what it is. But we still provide protection to those who leave.” Viper says, smiling genuinely at FP. 

“Great. A little gang boot camp.” Cheryl mumbles, causing Toni to crack a smile. 

However their attention is drawn towards the fight again when they hear your voice ring out loudly in the crowd. 

“Chris!”

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A/N: part three coming at ya soon ! ;)

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