#jordon connor reader insert

Summary: Sweet Pea/ Reader, Sweet Pea is super clingy

You haven’t met Sweet Pea. You’re not really sure if he’s actually a real person with how the rest of the Serpents talk about him. Cheryl had said he was stuck in in school suspension for the next two weeks which just added fuel to the fire that he wasn’t real considering it was only the first week of school.

You meet him almost a month later; halfway through the first semester. He’s glaring the entire time during class. You’d laugh if he didn’t look so scary.

Most of the Serpents still made you jump; you knew they had weapons on them pretty much at all times, they were fiercely defensive of each other; you knew if one of them mentioned someone on their bad side the entire gang would shun them. With how Sweet Pea stares at you you’re worried one day you’ll walk in and they’ll all turn their backs on you.

Instead he seems to stare more; which during one day at lunch turns to him talking to you. You’re so shocked you don’t actually respond right away instead stuttering and trying your best not to make a fool of yourself.

He offers you lunch and you’re a little confused as to where he’d gotten the pop’s bag but you assume it’s because he skipped class. You realize it’s actually just a makeshift lunchbox; that has a sandwich and orange shoved in it, so it doesn’t get damaged in his backpack. He doesn’t say anything as you take half the sandwich and he shakes his head again as you offer it back to him.

“I packed a spare; Jones said you were complaining you forgot your lunch; I was still at home; so I made extra.”

“Thank you, that’s really sweet.”

“No problem.” He chuckles a little bit and you can’t help but gasp.

“What? You think I can’t laugh?”

“No it’s just really cute sounding.”

Sweet Pea offers to bring you out to lunch and you think about getting a chance to hear his laugh again is worth any of the weird looks you get from the other people.

You’re the one laughing and Sweet Pea is smiling at you and when you catch him still smiling at you after you’ve finished laughing you realize there’s something better than his laugh; his smile.

It continues like that; you find little things, you fall more and more in love with him. How he has freckles along his shoulders. How one of his back teeth is sideways. How he has a birthmark on the back of his left leg.

You find out a week after the birthmark that he loves having his hair played with. You’d both been showering together but he’d been so tired after the job he’d actually sat down in the shower and you’d laughed and offered to wash his hair.

Sweet Pea seems like he’s getting more and more jobs; or at least he seems to be complaining about them more. Despite the money and security the jobs bring in you can usually catch him whining about some aspect of it. It takes you a week of downtime to discover he just hates leaving you.

You make sure to make up for him being gone as often as you can. You’ve come up with a routine that you both enjoy probably more than you should; another reason he always wants to take jobs.

You start by making sure both of you shower; it takes far longer than it should at it usually means you end up making out at the very least before either one of you has your hair washed. After that you get Pop’s or eat whatever leftovers are in the fridge.

After that you attempt to help each other get dressed which usually ends up with both of you on the bed, clothes forgotten on the chair or floor or sometimes in the bathroom.

When you usually end up getting dressed after that; in comfortable clothes, usually a stolen shirt of Sweet Pea’s you end up cuddling on the bed, Sweet Pea’s head tucked under yours as you play the big spoon before bed. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Sweet Pea cuddles more into you and you know he wouldn’t change it either.

Summary: Riverdale, Sweet Pea/Reader, Sweet Pea has to keep up appearances and it goes wrong

”Hey baby..”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to be meeting at school..”

“Technically this isn’t school property, it’s the sidewalk, public property.” He laughs, still looking around just in case and then kissing you.

“You know no one will actually care if we’re dating..”

“They will; well I know people would say I’ve gone soft; they would doubt me..”

“I know, it’s okay Sweet Pea; I don’t mind hiding it a little longer until things settle down.”

“Of course, now you said you had something to show me? Which is the entire reason we met earlier at school.” Sweet Pea grins at you and you smile back digging through your backpack to pull out what you wanted to show him.

“See!!!” You grin, holding the slightly worn cover up.

“A book?”

“No it’s, that, book..”

“Oh! The one you’ve been hunting for for like three years? You found it? How much was it? Was it the same price as what you were looking at online? The cover looks a little messed up but like..”

“It was in the sale section at that thrift shop just outside of town!” You can’t contain your excitement jumping up and down as Sweet Pea laughs.

“Gotta go babe. See you later?”

“Course I’d never miss our secret Pop’s date; it makes me feel like a secret agent.” You laugh and Sweet Pea nods ducking closer for one more kiss.

He pulls away just in time as a couple of bulldogs park their cars.

“Y/N! Hey there you are!” You turn as Betty calls to you, waving her hand. You smile at Sweet Pea carefully to make sure no one else sees.

“Yeah what’s up?”

“You hear they’re finally letting us off campus for lunch?”

“No way! We can actually go to Pop’s and not get detention for it?” Betty laughs and nods as you cheer.

“I know where we’re having lunch!”

You’re trying not to choke laughing at something Archie had said and you can see Sweet Pea and Fangs glaring at your table, you wonder what they’re saying, but any anger seems to vanish when they get their milkshakes; you turn back to yours, shifting the napkin in your lap to keep your book covered. You can’t help but sneakily read it while everyone else is talking.

“Careful Y/N.” Veronica warns and you’re trying not to look too embarrassed at being caught reading but it turns out that Veronica is warning you because Sweet Pea and Fangs are walking over. Your Phone buzzes and you’re assuming it’s a text from Sweet Pea explaining whatever taunt they’re going to throw at the ‘group of northsiders’ which they usually do at lunch; it had become a sort of game for Fangs and Sweet Pea, daring each other and trying to one up the other with insults for the northsiders and other things.

You’re cold. It’s the first thing you realise before the damp feeling settles on to your lap and then the smell of strawberry hits your nose.

Sweet Pea has just thrown an entire milkshake over you; and your book.

“Do you think bulldogs shake to dry off?” Sweet Pea laughs and it sounds genuine; you’ve never felt so hurt. You stand and run out of Pop’s a couple of the bulldogs follow and you're confused until you realise Sweet Pea is also following you.

”I’m tired of you being so ashamed to be with me! We’re over!” You shout, not caring who hears; sweet pea clearly does as he cringes back a little.” “Y/N wait we can-”

“Stay away from me!”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N this serpent bothering you?”

“Yeah Reggie he is, can you drive me home; I'm scared he’ll follow me.” You don’t look back as Reggie walks youtube his car; if you did you’d have seen sweet Pea digging through the trash to find your book, covered in the milkshake he threw, completely ruined.

Summary:Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader has a minor fall while pregnant and Sweet Pea goes full concerned father mode

”Sweet Pea you’re not even looking!!!” You huff playfully excited for him to realize you’re holding a positive pregnancy test after years of trying.

“I’ll look in a second. I don't want the dinner to burn! It’s our anniversary!”

“I think this is a little more important than dinner, besides I’ve been craving Pop’s and I’m blaming you!”

“We got Pop’s yester..day…” Sweet Pea trails off and you can’t help but smile at him, knowing he’s finally looked.

“We’re going to be parents?” You nod excitedly at his question and he cheers and picks you up, spinning you around. You laugh when he puts you down casting a concerned look to your stomach.

“Sorry I didn’t, got too excited..”

“Babe, kiddo isn’t even the size of your fist yet, I don’t think anything you do will harm them.” You smile at him and he nods still staring at your stomach.

“Sorry.” he grins looking back up at your face.

“It’s alright; I’m sure you’re going to be staring quite a lot, which I don’t mind for now.”

“Now?”

“Well I’m sure at some point I’m going to think I look massive and horrible and all those stereotypes that pregnant people think.. What?” You laugh, Sweet Pea is still grinning.

“Is it cause I said I was pregnant?” You chuckle when he nods.

“You’re going to have to stop staring at me or everyone else is going to catch on. I don’t want to tell everyone for another couple of months; just to make sure.”

Sweet Pea manages to not say anything, and he teases you when it’s one of the first things you blurt out at the monthly Serpent meeting. Everyone is excited, Toni and Cheryl but themselves on godmother duty immediately which apparently entails planning all the baby showers and making sure you have everything you could possibly need for the baby and your comfort. Which since Cheryl seems to have an unlimited budget as always you’re practically swimming in a full room’s worth of clothes before you know the gender.

Sweet Pea cries when you bring him to the next appointment you have. You’re excited to actually see your baby, especially with him. You start crying when the doctor glides the ultrasound wand over your stomach, and chuckles a little point out what you learn is your first child’s little head; the second is shown moments later and both you and Sweet Pea are crying at the thought of twins.

Toni and Cheryl have become glues to your side, and while you joke it’s good practice for when they decide to be parents you really are comforted by them. Especially since Sweet Pea has been taking more jobs from the Serpents and working longer hours at the bar they’ve set up; while you’re not struggling for money he wants to make sure you’re both able to take off whatever time you need. 

You still have a few more months before maternity leave but your boss is already going easy on you; not that you were on your feet longer than thirty minutes at a time; being a secretary had its perks.

You like to think you’ll look back and laugh at this moment; but right now all that’s happening is your chest seizing up, and you’re fighting the urge to cry; you tripped, on the last couple of steps and fallen from them onto your side, your arm protecting your stomach, but still you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling, especially with Sweet Pea away on a job.

“Hey Toni, yeah no, I uh, fell and…” You swear you can hear the car doors slamming and you look up, miserable sitting on the bottom stairs. Cheryl and Toni all but carrying you out to the car.

“Y/N your ankle looks swollen…”

“Yeah I think I sprained it.”

“Look broken.” Toni comments and you’re actually grateful she’s distracting you so you’re not worrying about how neither of your babies have been moving around.

The doctor assures you that both of your children are healthy, and that the stress of you falling didn’t harm them in any way. He does recommend bed rest for the remained of your pregnancy and you’re trying to convince Toni and Cheryl that you don’t need it, regardless of whether or not your ankle is in a cast.

While you were getting the cast on is when Cheryl, Toni, and the nurse call Sweet Pea; of course he doesn’t pick up because he’s on a job and of course all three of them leave a vague voicemail that just states you’re in the hospital, so it’s only natural he breaks about five traffic laws just in parking his truck in the hospital’s parking lot.

“You okay?”

“Yes, besides the ankle everyone is fine, I can-” You stand up and Sweet pea and the nurse chide you until you sit in the wheelchair.

“If you’re not careful I will carry you everywhere.” He half threatens and you know he’d be serious so you’re content to let him push you in the wheelchair to his car.

Summary: Riverdale, Sweet Pea/Reader; Sweet Pea gets more than he bargains for on a mission

I’m having a giveaway here!

“Jughead said it was an important mission babe; I can’t disappoint the boss, don’t you want me to buy you pretty things?”

“I’d rather you alive and not caught by the Gargoyles; we don’t know what they can do..”

“They won’t do anything.”

“We don’t know that!!”

“I doubt Jughead would send me to get killed.”

“There are worse things than dying.”

“I know babe; but this job won’t be one of them.”

“Be safe.” You kiss him goodbye and he grins. “I’ll bring you Pop’s when I get in.”

You get a phone call in the middle of your math class. You scowl, you don’t recognise the number but you answer anyway.

“Y/N, Sweet Pea’s fine, I’m just sending him back early. He was an idiot.” 

“When is he not, what happened?”

“You’ll see.” Jughead sounds exasperated, not anything to be worried about, you’re expecting maybe he fell into some mud, you knew it had been raining where they were going to stake out.

“Jones made me fucking stake out the Gargoyles; from some fucking bush!” Sweet Pea starts talking the second that you unlock the door to his trailer.

“Mhmm.” You confirm your listening trying to figure out where Sweet Pea is, realising he’s either getting into or leaving a shower.

“And the stupid fucking grass there made me super itchy!!”

“Maybe the gargoyles knew you were there and put itching powder in it.” You laugh a little and hear Sweet Pea groan in annoyance.

“Oh my god that’s a fucking allergic reaction Pea, why did you come here and not go to the hospital!!!”

“I did, they gave me this stupid lotion and told me that rhyme about poison ivy.Which it wasn’t!”

“Are you going to to shower now?”

“Mhm, I’m supposed to try to wash off anything that might be left; hence why just those clothes are in the laundry and I’m naked.”

“And here I thought it was cause you missed me.” You chuckle.

“Enjoy your lonely shower.”

“You’re not joining me?”

“No, can’t risk me breaking out like that, then everyone knows we were close.”

“We’ve been dating for two years Y/N.”

”I can’t believe you don’t know what poison ivy is babe!” “I know what it is!!! This was some fucking grass looking shit!”

“Well we’ll have to go back and check it out; maybe bring some to the hospital so they can do an allergy test. Now; hold still.” You laugh a little when Sweet Pea squirms; thankfully the rash wasn’t spreading.

“It’s cold!”

“Oh boo hoo the lotion is cold!! If you don’t let me finish putting this on you’re going to scratch your own skin off.”

“Well sorry for wanting to not die of frostbite from fucking soothing lotion.” He mocks and you roll your eyes.

“You could do this yourself…”

“You duct taped oven mitts to my hands!!!”

“Exactly; you need me, jesus christ that is cold; okay fair point i’ll warm it in my hands.” You agree and carefully spread the next batch over one of his shoulders. Grinning when he sighs in relief.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever; even if you rub cold lotion onto me.”

“And you’re the best boyfriend ever, even if you fall face first into the one plant you have an unknown allergy to.”

“So we agree it’s not poison ivy then?”

“For now.” You laugh a little and he leans forward for a kiss, hissing when you hand taps the one spot on his chest that doesn't have any lotion.

Summary: Riverdale, Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader catches Sweet Pea’s eye but the northsider’s aren’t fond of him

”Y/N right?” You turn to the serpent who asked and you nod, extending your hand. You’re not put off by his jacket and you can tell he’s surprised by that.

“Yes, is something up?”

“I’m Sweet Pea, I just realized I never had the pleasure of meeting you so I thought I should change that.”

”Sweet Pea I’d advise to stay away from her.”

“And why is that oh wise northsider spy?” Sweet Pea laughs at Jughead who just sighs.

“Seriously. She’s like more of a northside princess than Betty.”

“Like that’s hard to do now?” Fangs chuckles nudging Jughead who glares.

“I meant before I got my hands on her, Y/N is like; everyone loves her.”

“So what I fall into the hoard of fanboys she has.”

“And girls.” Toni laughs a little and Sweet Pea grumbles.

“Wonderful twice as much competition.”

“There’s no competition cause any northsiders get wind of you going after her and they’ll snap your legs and arms!”

“Oh come on it’s not that bad.”

Sweet Pea’s mouth is dry, he can barely swallow without feeling like he’s going to throw up. He keeps closing his eyes like maybe if he blinks enough his bike won’t be laying, gold and blue splatters on the pieces in the spot he parked.

“Sweet Pea are you okay?” He jerks back from you, and you spot his bike, mangled in pieces, you had heard Reggie and the other Bulldogs joking about it the other day, clearly they’d meant what they’d said about teaching him a lesson.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry let me…” You step forward nervously surveying the bike pieces, thankfully it doesn’t look like anything is too damaged, mostly everything seems to have been pulled apart at the joints and connection points, but the thick layer of paint is throwing you off.

Sweet Pea just shakes his head and you sort of nod along.

It’s not hard to find where the Serpents had brought the bike's pieces. They don’t say anything as you carefully set all of them on a tarp, before picking up one and starting to wash it.

A few offer to help but you refuse their offers stating how you felt responsible for the damage caused and that you wanted to be the one to fix it.

”What wrong Sweet Pea.” You can’t help but cringe at how hurt he looks.

“They fucking took my bike…”

“The Bulldogs?”

“Yeah it was in the shop by the Wyrm and then they were going to bring it to my trailer so I could fix it up and it’s fucking gone!”

“So you think the Bulldog’s went all the way over to the Southside and took your bike to do what with it?”

“I dunno throw it in the river? They probably wanted to make me upset.”

“That sounds awful; I can help you look for it?”

“No it’s alright; they’ll probably try to break my arm if they see me with you again.”

“Oh, right, that whole ‘I’m the perfect northsider girl thing’ its gross how they think they own me just because I live over on one side of the river.”

You’re more nervous than you thought. While taking Sweet Pea’s bike and getting it fixed at the mechanic professionally, was easier than you thought. You were worried that he was going to be more upset you’d stolen his bike, despite it being in pieces. You thank the mechanic once again, trying to pay the full price but he insists on giving you a discount.

“Hey Sweet’s thank you for meeting me at Pop’s.” You beam at him and he nods a little, clearly still bothered about his bike missing.

“Yeah no problem, what did you want to tell me?”

“More like show you.”

You can’t even try to hide the smile as you bring him out back and whip the tarp off of his fixed bike.

“I'm really sorry for lying about it getting stolen i just-” You don’t finish Sweet Pea sweeping you up in his arms and kissing you.

I'm assuming against was supposed to be angst!

36.)”They warned me about this.” About what?” “About you.”

You’ve never been allowed over to the Southside; your parent always claimed it was full of gang members and ex convicts.

You hadn’t really had any interest in it either way; you parent’s never threatened you or told you horror stories like most of the kids in the northside would parrot back, but they never spoke well of it.

Of course you hear more than enough from the rest of your friends. Betty is the most vocal, believing all the stories her mother and father tell her; especially after her sister vanishes.

So when you get stuck over the bridge and the sun sets, you find yourself shifting uneasily as you try to remember which road takes you home and not farther into the Southside.

A figure leers at you and yo wince.

“They warned me about this.” You mumble, shaking a little.

“About what?” You can hear the voice, clearly concerned and a lot softer than you thought.

“About you?”

“Oh, of course, another northsider...” You can hear the hurt in his voice and you try to stumble through an apology, but trip when you step closer to him; he laughs a little but catches you before you fall.

“I’m Sweet Pea. You are?

Summary: Jughead/Sweet Pea/Reader Your mom lives with you on the southside, as far into the forest as you can get. You train/work with the Ghoulies as a runner, you don’t realize this until she decides to move, you return to your childhood home, next door to the Andrews, shocked to find your dad and older brother living there still, you have to hide your connection to the Ghoulies; Jughead agrees to help; but Sweet Pea takes it the wrong way

You keep your mouth shut as your mother packs. You’re watching her, sitting on the couch, silent and half noticed as always. She glares at you, nodding as you stand shuffling over to her.

“You’ll have to go up to the Northside; couple of things left in old house, think you can grab them? The people who live there aren’t home Thursday’s so get going.” She doesn’t look at you before nodding.

You sigh pulling on your running shoes and a hoodie before throwing the hood over your face.

“What do I need?” You mom hands a crumbled piece of paper to you. You tuck the list into your pocket and start towards your old house. You’d grown up in it, with your brother and father, when they had moved out your mother and you were forced to move to the Southside. Still the neighborhood feels both like home and a stranger’s land as you walk the streets.

You watch the house for a moment, noticing the neighbors haven’t changed. You smile fondly at the faint memories, you were five, Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper had been spending the summer at your house, the inflatable pool your brother had convinced your parents to buy had been the highlight of that summer. Before your mother and you had moved as far on the Southside as possible; after your father had taken your brother and fled to some other state. Your mother told you how he was seeing another woman, how she had convinced him to move away, without you.

You step from the shadows, freezing as you hear a voice.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You turn jerking as Mr. Andrews stands in his driveway, he waves you over.

“H-hey Mr. Andrews, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare key for my old house yeah? My mom and I are moving and we needed to grab some things before we leave.” You smile hopeful, holding your hand out. He nods turning to his house and jogging up the steps, he opens the door pulling a key off the hooks he has in the entrance way.

“Here ya’ go. I didn’t know you and your mom were in town.” You furrow your brow.

“Yeah? We live on the Southside, since my dad and brother left.” He frowns, turning as a car pulls into the driveway of your old house; you duck your head shuffling over.

“I’ll just ask if they-“ You freeze again, your father stepping out of his truck, your brother from the passenger side, it’s been years, but you’d know him anywhere, you step back looking nervously to Mr. Andrews.

“My mom said-“ You quiet turning from Mr. Andrews, you re-take a step forward the key cutting into your palm.

“James?” Your voice is quiet, as you step forward again, your brother doesn’t turn, closing the door and walking towards the house.

“Hey!” You duck slightly when Mr. Andrews shouts over, both James and your father turning towards him, eyes trained on you.

“Hey uh, I used to live here and-“ You don’t finish, James pulling you into a hug.

“Y/N, you’re back in town!?!” Your father rushes over at James’ shout. You hesitate as he pulls you into a hug, after James releases you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doing back? You and your mom need something?” You frown at him.

“You still live here?” Both he and James nod looking worried.

“Mom said you moved and left with some other woman, we’ve been living on the Southside since you, uh we I guess, since we moved.” He nods, gesturing towards the door of the front of the house. You step over the threshold with them, your father’s arm not leaving your shoulders.

He offers you a glass of water; you sip at it sitting on the couch as your father paces in front of the coffee table. James sits next to you eyes tracing your father as he continues walking.

“Dad?”

“I’m fine, just, where is your mother planning on going?” He stills sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shrug.

“She didn’t tell me just that, crap. I have to be back in like ten minutes, she’ll leave without me. I should-“ You stand turning back to look at them frozen in the chairs.

“I mean I can’t stay here can I?” Your father pulls you into a hug, spinning you slightly so he now rests in between the door and you.

“Your room is still the same as when you left; so maybe some redecorating?” You shrug.

“I haven’t changed much, not really a need to redecorate.” You follow your father and brother up to your room.

“What about mom?” Your father nods, pulling his phone out and stepping back into the hall as your brother opens the door to your room. You half pay attention to the conversation, waiting for them to finish.

“So we’ll have to enroll you at Riverdale which shouldn’t be too hard to get you settled.” You nod hands unclenching from your palms. You smile at them.

“Your mom’s dropping your things off.” You nod sitting on the front steps as she pulls up, shoving a box towards you.

“There. You good?” You nod and she doesn’t respond, not even turning around as she restarts the car and drives off.

“What do you want to do? You have to do something, since James plays football so it’ll make sense for you to get up and go to school with him for practice. You should pick something to-“

“Track.”

“Track?” James quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I wanna run.” You nod to him and he shrugs.

“Alright. We’ll do track, you ready to get up at five am tomorrow?” You nod smiling as he shoves you from the steps, picking up the box and smiling.

“This all you got Y/N?” You nod and he sets the box on the bed. You can tell something upsets him but he seems to let it go for now.

“We’ll probably get pizza later if you want?”

“Cheese.” You nod hovering over the box your mother had left. You wait until he steps from the room. You pull the lid fully off glaring at the three pairs of jeans and shirts your mother left, under that rests two journals, and a folded backpack. You don’t need to open the bag to know your mother put cash in it.

“Y/N! Pizza sweetheart!” You nod walking down the stairs and standing in the kitchen, plates stacked and your father and brother leaning against the counter. You pull a slice over and eat half before your father sets his plate down.

“Y/N, you need any clothes? Other things?” You nod.

“I can get them this weekend, there’s a store nearby, yeah?” Your father nods, pulling another slice over.

Your brother lets you sleep in till half five, you know this because you wake at two am, silently crying, more nightmares. You shake your head from them, and stretch against your floor. You return back to bed, lying awake until you hear your brother’s alarm going off. You pretend to wake, shuffling to the bathroom and letting him curse as you silently move from the bathroom to his room, waiting for him.

You pull your hoodie’s hood up, curling behind your brother as he walks up.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll protect you, you’ll love my friends. They’re all really welcoming. Well besides Cheryl.”

“There are Snakes.” You comment as he directs you towards one of the student lounges.

“Yeah the serpents are here for now. Don’t worry they’re friendly.” You nod sitting down as your brother gestures to the couch. You notice a redhead boy watching you; he extends his hand a smile on his face.

“Hey I’m Archie, Archie Andrews. Pleasure to meet you.” You nod extending your hand and smiling back.

“Y/N, James’ sister.” He nods, you watch as your brother nods at the group at have walked through the door, making a beeline for Archie and all smiling.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! I’m Betty Cooper. This is Jughead Jones, and Kevin Keller.” You watch a dark haired girl walk up.

“I’m Veronica. Veronica Lodge.” You watch a group of boys walk in, dark jackets standing out for the fact they match. You watch them hover, until Jughead tilts his head slightly. They move forward as one.

“Who’s the new face?” One of them asks eyebrows furrowing.

“James’ sister. Y/N.” You nod towards them keeping your face down. You know they’re not the enemy, not since the Ghoulies scattered, but you can help but pray none of them recognize you from your home near the trailer park.

“Where you been then? We transferred here a while ago didn’t see you here.” You look to Sweet Pea, as you’ve learned his name.

“Lived on the southside.”

“How come we never seen you at Southside?” You let Fangs circle you, smirk on his face.

“I was home schooled.” You counter and he arches an eyebrow.

“Your mother a teacher then?” You shake your head.

“Learned a bit differently from you.”

The man keeps his chokehold around your neck as he walks you through the bar. He tosses you to the ground, before you can respond with more than a snarl, another man has pulled you up and is tying you to a chair.

“Small, mousey, skittish. That’s how I’d describe you, certainly not Serpent material, Ghoulie’s must’ve been desperate to use you.” One of the older Serpent’s chime in. You wait trying to even your breathing, you know the Ghoulie’s won’t come for you, they know enough to leave you for dead. You’re a Northdsider now, beyond how far they care to test their reach.

“What do you think happens to mice then?” One of the men questions the other.

“They get eaten by snakes.” One of the serpents laugh, you don’t flinch turning to watch him. Despite being tied to a chair, despite your lip bleeding and the cut and swollen bruising around your eye, you know they can’t do anything until whoever their boss is gets in.

You watch a man walking down, his serpent jacket well worn, the flannel he has on under it dulled by age as well. You see another figure walking next to him, younger, even his clothes reflect this, brighter, less worn.

“The fuck you doing to that girl.”

“Nothing yet, caught her sneakin’ around, she’s a ghoulie apparently. That’s what the other one we caught said.” The older man looks you up and down.

“She doesn’t look like she could fight hot dog, let alone a serpent.” The group laugh and you agree he must be the leader.

“What about the other one you got? Where’s he?”

“Basement. For safe keeping.”

“Jugs what you wanna do with her?” You don’t make a sound, you don’t give away you recognize him from school.

“Does James know?”

You shake your head, and he nods.

“Untie her. Let her go. She got caught in the wrong crowd.”

“Jugs, she’s a Ghoulie…”

“You just said she wasn’t a threat, what’s the point in keeping her then.” The rest of the serpents nod one of them untying you, you flex your wrists, rolling your shoulders. You lick your lips turning at staring at each of the serpents.

“What are you doing?”

“Memorizing your faces.” You smirk, before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You duck your head cringing.

“Come on Y/N not here.” You snarl, you pull your head back as Jughead looks at you.

“Come on, lets get you home yeah?” You shake your head.

“Hey no! You get back here!!!” Sweet Pea shouts and you laugh from the tree you’re sitting in.

“Y/N help!” Sweet pea groans, looking back exasperated as you laugh at him again.

“Come on Sweet’s you should be able to handle a couple of kids!”

“They’re jones’s!” He huffs and then groans a little.

“And Coopers; that’s like the worst combination.”

“And you’re the one who agreed to babysit! You’re stuck with them!”

“Stuck with us! Stuck with us!” The kids cheer and you wink at them, laughing as they attempt to climb Sweet Pea.

“This is a nightmare babe; how on earth can they expect us to babysit weekly!”

“I know it’s a bit intense; may as well just have our own kids so they have someone to play with.” “That’d be a good idea if we weren’t three years behind them; no way am I letting these hellions near our newborn.” Sweet Pea shrugs a little and you jump down from the tree.

“I mean fair point so I should tell them we can’t babysit anymore then?”

“Why would we need to…Oh.” He tears up slightly and follows you into the house.

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