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You’ve Just Crossed The Line pt. 2 // Sweet Pea Imagine

(Request: @southsideslutt oh yes so an imagine where y/n gets held for ransom by the ghoulies and sweet pea is freaking out bc that’s his girl and the serpents help calm him down by going on a rescue mission for her and there’s a whole lotta angst and fluff at the end :’’))

(( Wow I know it has been a long wait, but i really hope that this holds up to the first one! Tell me what you think. Part 3 will be out on Tuesday!))

TW: Violence, Cursing, Angry Pea

Read Part One First!

Sweet Pea clenched his fist as he looked to FP, seeing the man who had helped in raising him.. His father figure reassuring him that they would get justice. Y/N was a Serpent. She was family. There was no way that the gang would let this go unpunished- no matter the consequence. Sure, they turned a somewhat blind eye after they’d found Hot Dog.. not even striving to get payback for the injustice of taking their beloved mascot away… No, they let that one slide- only sparking their feud further. But this- taking Y/N hostage. It would spark a whole new battle in the somewhat waning war. Clenching his jaw, Sweet Pea nodded, though his eyes didn't lose an ounce of their intensity.. It seemed that anyone on the other side of his gaze would just be penetrated by the pure amount of hatred and anger he was harboring towards those Ghoulie freaks. Then again… anger really was the only other emotion keeping him from freaking out too much about what had become of you- what those freaks were planning on doing in retribution of the arrow that Cheryl had put through the arm of their leader.

Jughead cleared his throat, and then looked at the letter, biting his lip and pulling off his beanie in frustration as his mind went through the possibilities, as well as a few ideas for their battle plan. It was going to be a suicide mission. The Ghoulies outnumbered the Serpents, ten to one, especially after the whole debacle of riot night. Serpents had moved north, in favor of getting away from the freaks that torched their trailer park. THey had lost so much. Jughead wouldn't be surprised if less than half of the people he called on would deny the affiliation.

The ghoulies were a tricky foe- but Sweet Pea didn't care. His eyes only burned with more intensity as he walked over, and clapped a hand over Jughead’s shoulder. “What are you thinking, Jones?” Sweets growled out, before taking out his phone, and dialing up Toni, and Fangs. He sent them a 911 message, before tossing the phone to the couch, FP going over to the fridge, and getting Sweet Pea a water bottle to calm down.

“It doesn't look good. Going to the Wyrm after they made it their territory. But they’re stupid to think that they have the whole advantage, bringing us into ‘their’ turf. Not when we know that place like the backs of our hands. “ Jughead nodded, before Sweet Pea opened the water, and chugged half of it down. Even the tasteless beverage made him feel sick, acid bubbling in his stomach as he tried not to think about what you were going through. If he did, he knew that there would be no chance of FP and Jughead being able to hold him back from charging in there, guns blazing just to find you. Even if it did mean the death of him. Sweet Pea was fiercely loyal.. To the Serpents- and of course to you.

“I’m getting her back Jones- and I hate to fuckign say it, but.. We can’t just go out on this on instinct.. Need that big fucking brain of yours to formulate a plan Jones.” Sweet Pea grumbled, holding tight to the wooden chair in front of him. His knuckles were white, and were je just a bit stronger, he was sure that even the hardened wood would crack- Those Ghoulie fuckers were going to pay, even if he did bust his knuckles or break a few ribs teaching a lesson.

You woke up in a place that you knew all too well, though it’s memory was sullied, your eyes adjusting from the darkness rather slowly due to the blow to your head, courtesy of that Ghoulie bitch who’d punched you. Your jacket was stripped of you, hung delicately on the old dartboard of the bar that you had once frequented with your crew- your home base of sorts. But now it was different, skulls and crossbones lining every bit of the walls, in a tacky manner. It looked like a fucking Disney Pirates movie- you were slightly disappointed for ever thinking that Hiram lodge had any sort of style.. But it was clear that he had let his new cohorts take hold of the decorating situation. As a soft groan escaped your lips, you looked up, seeing a figure sitting at the old pool table, now refelted with some sort of shitty skull logo.

“Hmm seems like the Serpent slut is finally awake.. Looks like you didn't do your job well enough, Bonnibel.” a male voice said, getting closer, before you could finally see him, his face in plain view. Sure, this place was once a home to you- but not once it had changed. The comforting smell of the liquor, varnished wood, and faint smell of cigarette, all replaced with the sickly sweet stench of Jingle Jangle, threatening to burn at every single hair that you had in your nose. It was sickening- not to mention the breath of the man looming over you.

“Shut the fuck up, Theo.. Like you could’ve done any better.. Knowing you, you would have killed the bitch with that bat of yours.” the younger woman grumbled out, twirling a butterfly knife between her fingers before she looked at you. “Don’t mind turd breath over here.. He thinks that he is intimidating, but the truth is he is a real fucktard- not that your opinion is going to matter much.” The young woman, now known as Bonnibel spoke, you remembered her face from before you were knocked unconsciousness, your eyes rolling before you responded.

“Yeah well luckily for you, I dont give a shit. Hate what you’ve done with the place, by the way.. Who the fuck is your decorator… the grim fucking reaper?” you asked sarcastically, your eyes narrowed both from annoyance, as well as the pain from the neon lights that seemed to burn into your retinas. “Doesn't matter anyways, since I wont be here long enough to warrant helping you pick a fucking color scheme.” you mumbled sarcastically, Bonnibel chuckling darkly and then walking over, her butterfly knife held in her fist, as Theo just sat back on the pool table and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You think that you’re so tough, don’t ya? What makes you think that those slimy fucking snakes of yours didn't just give up. I mean- I doubt that many of them want a repeat of what happened on riot night. SOme of them crawling back to their fucking trailers like the babies they were, limping.. Leaving town. Not so much of a ‘family’ as you all say you are.” the young woman commented, before chucking her knife at the covered dartboard, piercing through both the thickly embroidered patch, as well as the leather. How sharp was that blade?

Of course you were afraid- afraid that these psychos were going to do something… afraid that they were going to go after your friends and the people you loved- but it was the Serpent law. A Serpent never shows cowardice.. Instead, you just bared your teeth- in the form of a laugh. “Oh please, little miss Bonnibel. - sick name by the way- This is our home turf- we have the advantage.. The White Wyrm will always belong to the Serpents.. The Southside too, and if you little goth punks think that something as small as a few tapestries are gonna undo that- well then you’re stupider than I thought.. Which is saying something. Now, can you guys just fuck off, and let me spend the rest of my time here in silence? I’m sick of that burning smell, when you try and use your brain.” you commented, turning your head away from the young woman, who was obviously seething.

Bonnibel kicked her chair back, knocking it on the ground with a loud clatter, she raised her arm as her face turned a new shade of red “You fucking bi-!” she was about to let her handed come down on your face, but her arm was caught, by Malachai, now sorting a splint, and a hell of a lot of bandages on one arm. “Ah come on, Bonnie.. I told you to be nice to our new guest.. Besides- it’s not really her we want to hurt.. Nah- We want the prodigal son of FP.. and you’re gonna get him for us.. Isn’t that right, eh little viper?” Malachai flirted, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes that made your skin crawl- okay.. Now you were slightly afraid… but you chose to say nothing.

They’d all gone over the plan about a dozen times, Toni had shown Jughead and the others the way to the tunnels that lead into the Wyrm, all there from prohibition era smuggling. Sometimes it paid to live in old ass Riverdale. Now there they were, standing near the door to the cellar, skins adorning their backs, as well as a steely gaze in the eye of each one of them. Toni, Cheryl, Fangs, Jughead, Sweet Pea… even Betty had come along, no matter how Jughead wanted to keep her away from it all. Sure they would be walking right into the den- for what the Ghoulies wanted- or so it seemed.. But the did have a contingency plan, of course. Sweet Pea had his brass knuckles on him, his switchblade tucked away just in case- seeing as he knew the Ghoulies don't fight fair.. But god damn it, he would do what he had to, in order to make sure you were safe in his arms by dawn tomorrow. No matter what it took.

“Okay guys.. We know the plan.. Now huddle up.” Jughead nodded, acting as though he was coaching a team for a sport- even if he hadn’t played one in his life. “In Unity, there is Strength.” Jughead said, his disposition changing to a more serious tone as he looked each of his friends in the eyes.

“In Unity there is Strength.” Sweet Pea repeated, along with the others. And God damn it, he was going to make sure that his reunion with you was the strongest of them all. With that, He and fangs broke off with Jughead, while the girls remained at the door of the cellar. This was not over.

Up topside, You’d stayed in silence, as Penny and Malachai jabbered on about their plans… for the supervillains of your current story, you figured that they were both idiotic enough to keep going on about their drug ring, and the implications of it all. Not that the gang members were afraid to hide it.. But- what was interesting, was when a young man walked through the door. Going over to Penny and whispering in her ear, as Malachai smirked.

“Well I guess you’re in luck little viper.. Your friends came through.” Malachai commented, squeezing your knee before he stood, and then crossed his arms in front of you. Penny also walked over, FP Jones in tow, with a smile on her face. She dragged her finger across your cheek, as you pulled your face away from her, looking at FP and sighing out. “Aww.. look at her.. We took good care of her. See? I mean she is a little banged up from Bonnibel getting a little excited- but.. She is all yours.. If you’re willing to give us half of your Northside territory.. You guys look good homeless- but .. we kind of want to up the stakes a little.” Penny smirked, crossing her arms, before you shook your head. Hell no, they were not going to give up their spot- not after it took them so long to find another place after what had happened at Sunnyside. “FP, you’re not seriously considering this. Don’t fucking do it.” you told the man, FP shaking his head and then looking at the two other adults in front of him. “Penny, why would you want the Northside, when you have the Wyrm.. i mean- the decoration is fucking tacky.. But what? The Southside ain't enough? Or what? The people don’t trust you?” he asked, a smirk plain on his face, as Penny grimaced.

“FP, we’re not really in the mood for your shit- I mean it’s a simple transaction. You give us the Northside, and we give you your girl back.. If not- well we’ll of course give her back only-” Malachai walked over, with a butterfly knife of his own now gleaming. “She might look a little cuter with a skull carved into that pretty face of hers.” Penny continued. You swallowed thickly, as FP tensed up,”I don't know Penny I can't put my Serpents out on the streets… you know that, Y/N.. for the gang.” FP commented, even shocking Penny as he turned to walk away.. But as he was looking at you, he gave you a small wink… what was he planning? Was he just … stalling?

And that was when it happened, a loud bang that seemed to shake the building, before several kids ran out from the basement, coughing, as their faces were dyed orange. “Malachai someone messed with our shit! The chemicals, The whole fucking batch!” they yelled, Malachai running down to the lab after them, it was clear what his true concern was, as chaos erupted in the already crowded bar.

Penny was the one who was left frustrated. Looking aghast as Ghoulies flooded to the basement, all feeling the need to take a look at what became of their stash, the woman fleeing up to her office in order to find out what the fuck was going on. In the confusion was when the other Serpents had slipped in, Toni reaching you first due to her short stature, and untying you, as Sweet Pea and the others followed, knocking people down as an all out brawl started in the bar. Punches were being thrown, bottles smashing against the walls, but what you were more focused on was the sight of your boyfriend, clearly livid as he pushed off not two, but three guys at once. They were near the entrance of the bar, holding people off while they got you out. No, the Ghoulie’s didn't harbor the same loyalty towards their kind, not as they backed away in favor of not being the next victim of Sweet Pea’s steel punches. But you made no hesitations as you grabbed his arm, and then dragged him out of there, even as he was yelling on about how he would fuck every single one of them up.

FP was already in the truck idling it, Jughead and the others tossing green smoke bombs behind you while you made your escape. Giving the signal, FP started to drive, as you and Sweet Pea ran towards the truck, the male lifting you up into the tailgate, before pulling himself and vaulting over, as you all made your escape.

“Nice to see you’re alive.. “ Betty was the first to speak, just smiling down at you while Cheryl held her bow at the ready, just in case any of the other Ghoulies got any ideas. “Those guys used to be in my chem class.. They never really were good, even back at Southside High.” Toni smirked holding up a bottle of potassium, as you tried to catch your breath. “Jingle Jangle can make a pretty good smoke bomb, given the right circumstances.” the pink hair woman spoke, smirking before putting it away. You loved every one of them, all coming to your aid when you needed them.. No, you didnt doubt them for a moment- even as FP faked his betrayal.

Sweet Pea was just shaking as he held you, his adrenaline levels going through the roof as his hands ached and felt as if they’d been broken. Of course it was a tough situation, but he finally had you back- and he was not going to let you out of his sight. He pulled you into his arms as the truck barrelled down the highway towards the Northside, getting you to safety was his first concern. “Baby I’m so sorry. I should have gotten off my ass and walked you home. I should have made you stay with me- something I just.. fuck .” he grumbled, pulling you closer to himself, as he brushed over the bruise on your temple, where Bonnie’s punch had landed.

But you didn't blame him- the Ghoulies were going to get someone, only it could have been worse if it weren’t you, Not with Sweet Pea’s fierce loyalty, he would never have let this go- and you knew that.

“Pea, don’t blame yourself.. I’m fine. I’m just. I’m glad you came for me.. Not that I doubted that for a minute.” you nodded, pulling him in close for a kiss- the very same kiss that you should have let linger that night, instead of walking home. Tears pricked at your eyes, every single feeling you’d hid in favor of being strong and not showing fear… you could show your vulnerability now- now that you knew you were completely safe in his arms.

“I’m just glad you’re safe.. But you’re staying at the camp with me… I’m not taking my eyes off of you…. And who ever did that to your face is going to pay.” he growled gently, pulling you into his lap. Of course he was a big brute- but around you, his strength turned more into a tenderness- something that only you were able to see- when he felt like showing it. It was clear that there was no arguing with him on that subject- not after all that had just gone on. Sweet Pea loved you.. And naturally, you were going to take in every moment after your separation.. After all, it was the thought of him that kept you going, even when your fearlessness was getting close to it’s breaking point.

He was so strong.. And you knew that you would be strong for him as well. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re safe.. We’re going home.” Sweet Pea said quietly, almost whispering it into your hair, as his own breathing calmed down. The way he held you so tightly, you knew that every word from his mouth was the truth..

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(the fluff will be in the next part! )

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