#southide

A/N: Happy 4th! Requests are OPEN so feel free to send stuff in! Please check out the rules before doing so! 

Summary: Sweet Pea and Y/N are spending some time together with the Serpents for the 4th of July, however the reader has a troubled past and fireworks are more traumatic than fun.

Abbreviations: Y/N: Your name

Requested by: @lostnliterature

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“Who’s ready to party?” Fangs shouted with a toothy grin on his face as he walked into the Wyrm with a duffel bag over his arm.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, and gave him a questioning look as Fangs walked over to the two of you.

You two had been dating for 3 months and had known each other for another 3 months prior. You sat down next to him in English class and made him appreciate the class a bit more because of your love for English.

“You got the stuff?” Sweet Pea asked Fangs as he set the duffle bag down on the table in front of them. Toni proceeded to walk over and lean up against the table.

“You bet! We’re going to have the best fireworks show ever! Everyone at the trailer park is going to have a real show! I got the real deal stuff!” Fangs said with excitement.

The conversation between the three Serpents continued but you slowly faded into your own thoughts.

You hated fireworks. They brought up memories that were too much for you to handle.

“I’ll be right back” you said quickly before quickly going into the bathroom and locking yourself into a stall.

Your breathing started to become heavier and you could feel your chest pounding as memories flooded back.

You were under your bed, tears running down your face.

You were 8 years old and didn’t know what else to do.

BANG BANG BANG

You flinched.

There was screaming and shouts.

“Get on the fucking ground lady!”

You inched further under your bed.

“Please, I’ll give you anything. Just don’t hurt me please” you heard your mother say.

BANG BANG

That’s the memory that haunted you. At 8 years old when your father was away on a business trip, a gunman came into your house in the middle of the night and shot your mother. Any loud noises scared you since.

Your breathing steadied and the tears stopped. You walked out of the stall and washed your face and blew your nose and looked in the mirror.

Your eyes were a little red and puffy and your face slightly flushed.

This is as good as I’m going to get it

You walked out and noticed a look of concern on Sweet Pea’s face.

“You good babe?” He asked and you nodded.

“Allergies” you lied and he nodded.

~time skip~

You were sitting outside of Sweet Pea’s trailer on a lawn chair. Toni was across from you with Fangs and there was a small bonfire in between you.

“Here you are” Sweet Pea smiled to you as he handed you a coke and sat down next to you.

“When are they going to start the fireworks Fangs?” Toni asked.

“FP said around 10:00 so any minute now” he said.

You bit your lip and grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand.

I’ll be fine.

BANG

Lights showered the sky and you jumped at the noise.

“Aye! Here we go!” Toni shouted with a smile.

BANG BANG

Red and blue lit up the sky and your friends were all smiling, enjoying the show.

Your breathing started to get heavier.

You felt your heart beating in your chest.

“Y/N. You’re crying” Sweet Pea looked at you, his face full of concern. Toni and Fangs turned to you, their faces looking the same.

You opened your mouth to try to get words out but instead a sob croaked out of your throat.

Your body started to shake and your vision became blurry.

You felt arms wrap around you and shouting, but couldn’t make out words.

The fireworks continued to go off and more sobs left your mouth.

You felt plushness underneath you as you were sat down.

Then you felt something cover your ears and your back being rubbed.

You felt like you were having a heart attack.

You didn’t know when it happened or for long it happened for, but eventually your heart slowed down and your breathing became more regular.

You turned and saw Sweet Pea next to you, his arm still rubbing circles on your back, his face still panicked and upset.

You placed your hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly.

He turned to you, and slowly wrapped his other arm around you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You stayed like that for a moment and you felt whatever was covering your ears being taken off your ears.

It was silent.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sweet Pea said softly.

“It’s not something I like talking about. I thought I was going to be fine”

“A panic attack is not fine” his voice was stern.

“I didn’t think- I thought- I don’t like talking about it” you admitted.

“It’s okay Y/N. Take your time, but eventually we’re going to have to talk about this” he said, looking you in the eye.

You sighed and grabbed his hand and held it in yours.

“I’ve had a fear of fireworks or loud any loud noises like it since I was little. It brings back unwanted memories” you said.

“When I was 8, my dad was away on a business trip and it was just my mom and I at home.” You paused and exhaled slowly.

“In the middle of the night there was a crash ad I heard yelling and screaming and gunshots. I hid under my bed out of fear for what was happening. My mother was shot.  I fell asleep under the bed when it happened and when I woke up I crawled out from under to go find her and I saw her covered in blood. A pool of blood under her. The house was a mess. Things on broken and on the floor. I remember I called the police and they came and-“ tears were in your eyes once again.

“Hey hey, its okay its okay” Sweet Pea brought you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in his neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that. If I knew I would’ve-”

“Pea, its my fault for not telling you. I should’ve come to you when I found out about this but you were so excited and I didn’t want to get in the way” you sniffled.

“Babe, we could’ve figured something out. You shouldn’t be afraid of telling me things”

“I know. I’m sorry”

“It’s okay. I understand”

He put his hand under you chin and lightly pressed his lips to yours.

“Don’t keep things from me, alright? And I’ll do the same for you.” He said, holding your hand in his.

“Alright” you said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here”

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I get that people have pride in things. Pride in where they are from, or came from. Their favorite sports team, etc. It’s when they go overboard on that pride, and in what that pride is for, that I do not get. 

I come from a small town in Ohio, it’s not a dream town. It’s not one of those dreamy, “Oh I want to move there towns”. Actually, most people can’t wait to leave it. And once they do they do not want to return. It’s a dying town. Not much there.  But there are a few people who seem to think it’s the bomb! They even take pride in the lowest of low parts of the town. 

Like the south side. Every town and city has a south side. And every south side is bad. And this little towns south side is no different. It’s the cockroach infested, welfare infested, poor part of town. The houses look like they should have been torn down years ago. There is trash in the streets. Hardly anyone wants to live there. But there are a few who takes great pride in it. And with great pride brags about being from the south sides, and acts as though it’s something to be proud of.  Not only do they act like it’s something to be proud of the act like the are some thugs because they lived there. SMALL TOWN! Our south side is five blocks down one street! The toughest thing these kids ever did was maybe fight on a corner, It’s not like they were fighting for their lives on the east side Cleveland? Or Chicago? But they try to act like it. And these aren’t kids acting like this. This is 40 year old men trying to act like they are bad asses. They no longer live on the south side, they upgraded some. Some are living the life with some women supporting their asses, some are now living on the south side in another, slightly better small town. But they still walk around thinking they are thugs from the south side.

Then there’s the dude who just can’t move past his elementary school. Which happens to be in the same small town, on the south side, and just happens to be called South Street. Lord help us all. When I say he can’t move past it. I mean he will go out of his way to drive past the school, just to see it. That’s not normal. I mean you are 40 years old it’s time to move on. He started a group on FB for those who went there, and he will post on the group whenever he passes the school, or goes to “visit” the school, and does this once or twice a day. A DAY! It is a building! A BUILDING!  That’s normal. I don’t know that just doesn’t seem right. What has happened in someone’s life that someone has to hold on to something so tight, like a building. I get the memories. But the building?  

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