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Sweet Pea in canon: 16/17 y/o, never once seen with a love interest or sexual partner in any way, never once comments anyone’s appearance in any sexual or romantic way, puts loyalty above all else, cares a whole lot about his friends, makes it very clear time and time again that The Serpents is his #1 priority

Sweet Pea according to this godforsaken site: hardcore Daddy kink, can��t keep his dick in his pants, knows EXACTLY how to give anyone 10 orgasms in five minutes, constantly fucks in public, only does ride or die relationships, will stick a knife up your vagina

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Cant believe Riverdale is so popular. Imagine if it was actually a well-written show

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serpents + tumblr text posts 2/? 

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serpents + tumblr text posts 1/? 

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sweet pea: where’s my fucking knife??

someone: there are kids around, can you say that in a nicer way?

sweet pea: may i please have the location of my fucking knife?

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114. “You’re the father.”

127. “Don’t talk to my children that way.”

“Alright, class. It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for,” Your senior health class teacher Mr. Gray came in carrying some heavy looking tubs. “It’s baby day.”

There was a collective amount of groans emitting from the people in the classroom. Mr. Gray just grinned as he ripped the giant tubs open.

“Alright, when I call your name, come draw a piece of paper out of this hat, and pick a partner.”

The order was completely random, and your name was finally called, leaving just a few people baby-less and partner-less.

You strode to the front of the room, sticking your hand into the hat and pulling out a piece of paper.

Twins, it read, Boy & Girl

“Oh, god,” You groaned, and Mr. Gray just patted you on the back, “Good luck with that,” He grinned, placing two babies in your arms.

You stood still, scoping out who was left. Dilton Doiley? Nah, that kid gave you the creeps. Reggie Mantle? Absolutely not. You wouldn’t be able to stand being near him for more than five minutes at a time.

You locked eyes with Sweet Pea. You figured you knew him the most out of all your choices, having been sort of friends.

“Well,” You gave a sly smile, strolling up to him, “You’re the father.”

“Oh joy,” Sweet Pea deadpanned, “What an honor.”

“Wow,” You made your face match his, “What an asshole.”

He smirked at that, patting the empty seat next to him. You smiled victoriously, handing him a baby.

“Okay, this thing is scary real,” Sweet Pea noted, looking at the baby from every angle possible.

“Careful! You’ll break his arm or something.” You scolded, taking the baby back from him. Sweet Pea laughed.

“Okay, so, this project is going to require a lot of work, as it will be worth 75% of your grade for the semester.” There were angry murmurs as Mr. Gray continued talking, “I expect you all to work together. Either have a week long slumber party or take the babies in shifts. Whatever you want, just make it work.”

You and Sweet Pea rolled your eyes at the same time, letting out small laughs as you caught each other.

“Well, I am currently living alone,” Sweet Pea proposed, “If you just wanna hang at my place for the duration of this dumb thing.”

You thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “Okay, why the hell not?”

—————-*

You met Sweet Pea outside the school as you both carried a baby out to the parking lot.

“Want a ride?” Sweet Pea asked, gesturing at his bike.

“We can’t take our babies out on a motorcycle!”

“Sure we can!” Sweet Pea smirked, “I was practically riding a motorcycle as a baby.”

You rolled your eyes, holding your hand out for him to give you the other baby, “No, I’ll just drive them. I’ll follow you to your place.”

“Without a carseat?” Sweet Pea’s eyes widened jokingly, “What kind of mother are you, (Y/N)?”

You just shoved him lightly on the arm, taking the other baby from him. “I’ll see you at your place.”

You walked toward your car, opening the passenger side door, placing your babies side by side in the front seat. You strapped the seatbelt around them, making sure they were secure, before walking back around the car and getting in, starting it up.

Sweet Pea zipped past you with a wink, his arm making a “come on!” motion.

—————-*

The minute you stepped out of your car with the babies, they started to cry.

“Oh god,” You grumbled, fumbling with all your things while trying to focus on the screaming dolls.

Sweet Pea was laughing at his front door, arms folded across his chest.

“Um, hello, dickweed, a little help please?”

“Jesus, you’re so feisty. No wonder I chose you to make babies with.”

“Sweet Pea, I swear to God, if these babies weren’t so valuable to my future, I’d bean you with them.”

“Fine, fine,” Sweet Pea held his hands up in surrender, taking one of the babies from you before opening up his front door.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He yelled, over the still screaming children.

“Lovely,” You told him, not looking around at all. You made your way over to the couch, setting the baby down and making it comfortable before digging in the bag of supplies your teacher had given you. You pulled out a bottle, sticking it into the baby’s mouth as you picked it back up. You tossed the extra bottle to Sweet Pea, who caught it flawlessly.

“Hey! Be careful,” Sweet Pea fake scolded, “You could have hit little Led in the head.”

“Led?” You raised your eyebrow, watching Sweet Pea shove the bottle into “Led’s” mouth.

“Yeah, this little guy is Led, and that one is Zeppelin.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue with him, feeding Zeppelin her bottle.

“I think they like their names, they stopped crying.” Sweet Pea noted.

“Or maybe they were just hungry,” You mumbled, but Sweet Pea shook his head.

“Nah, they love ‘em.”

—————-*

Hours had passed and the babies had been crying on and off. Most of the time, it was easy to figure out why they were crying, but for some reason, as soon as the sun went down, the babies turned into raging lunatics. They’d been crying non stop since 9 o’clock, and at midnight, you were starting to get frustrated.

“Oh my God, why won’t these babies shut up?” You moaned, cradling Zeppelin in your arms. You were bouncing her up and down, trying to soothe her.

“Maybe we should try putting them to bed?” Sweet Pea suggested, also bouncing Led in his arms.

“Worth a shot.” You shrugged, going to place Zeppelin in a pile of blankets you had put together, forming a makeshift bed for the babies. You placed Zeppelin down gently, while Sweet Pea did the same with Led.

“Okay, now, listen you little assholes,” Your voice was sickly sweet, as you spoke to the plastic babies, “Mommy has had a rough day and she’d like for you to stop being little shits and get some sleep.”

Sweet Pea smacked you on the arm, glancing down at the babies, “Don’t talk to my children that way.”

You rolled your eyes and listened closely as the dolls emitted little snoring sounds.

“Thank God,” You sighed, plopping down on the couch, “Mommy needs a nap.”

“Can Daddy join?” Sweet Pea winked, taking a seat next to you.

“Ew. Don’t call yourself Daddy. It’s weird.” You laughed, shifting your body to lay your head on Sweet Pea’s lap.

“Go ahead, get some sleep,” Sweet Pea smiled down at you, patting your head with an annoying amount of force. You slapped at his hand, laughing to yourself.

“Daddy will take care of everything else.”

“Stop.”

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Dating Sweet Pea:

- you had to make the first move bc he’d just observe you from afar

- “It wasn’t hard to get a reaction out of me, you’re irresistible”

- he steals your fries

- very cocky (but you lowkey love it)

- mr. short temper

-but he rarely gets mad at you

- he calls you princess, baby, baby girl, babe

- the serpents made fun of him at first but one look from him and they immediately stopped

-  riding his motorcycle

-and him;)))

- he grabs your butt in public and has no shame in doing so

- lots of ass smacks

- a l o t

- is your butt sore from all that smacking???

- obv super protective

- any guy who dares look at your gets his death glare

- having to scold him every time he gets into a fight

- but you’ll still tend his wounds

- you wake up to find him cuddling your cat often

- you casually ask about it and he pretends he doesn’t know what you’re talking about

- you know he’s secretly a huge animal lover but he doesn’t want to ruin his “tough guy” look

- he also cried when you guys watched Marley & Me but we don’t talk about that

- he buys you lingerie that he picked out

- you’ve tried tutoring him but it always ends up in make out sessions

- he provokes it 

- but you don’t mind, leading to “tutoring” more often;))

- “baaaabe, can I drive your motorcycle this time?”

- always has his hand on your thigh when he drives your car

- you kick his ass at video games but he claims he “lets you win”

- you dressed up as catwoman for halloween and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you

- it was the leather

- he bought you a leather corset the following week

- kissing his serpent tattoo is the fastest way to turn him on

-  leaves trails of hickies on you

- “do you have any idea how many concealers I’ve had to buy because of you?”

- hOT shower s e x

- he smokes but won’t let you smoke

- “can I at least tr-?” “NO”

- he does let you have a drink or two tho

- lots of naps together

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What’s Done is Done

A/N: Soooo this may have not been requested (despite the number of requests I have sitting around in my inbox oof) but idk man I just wanted to write something.

If there was one thing for sure, Sweet Pea had never seen her look like this before. It was a look that was completely and utterly new and foreign to him, something that left him out of breath and absolutely shaken to the core. Y/N was crying profusely, her whole body visibly trembling. He had never seen her cry like this before. Sweet Pea wanted to reach out to her, to assure her that everything was going to be alright, but the words would not come out. He couldn’t even find it in himself to move towards her at all. He found that he was shaking just as much as her.

Y/N had her back pressed against the wall, a hand covering her lips in shock, not being able to register the words that had come out of his mouth only moments ago. How? How could anyone even utter the words that had tumbled out of his mouth so freely? Her cheeks were stained with tears, the skin of her lips breaking and bleeding with her biting down on it so hard. What were they going to do? What was going to happen next? Her hands began to shake even more.

Sweet Pea could see her fear - he could see it from the look in her eyes and he could see it in every tremble of her body. It was as if the fear was seizing her, controlling her. His throat tightened. He had done this to her. He had brought her into his mess. Sweet Pea took only one step forward before her eyes flashed towards him, the look of absolute terror turning into a raging anger and resentment. Her hatred radiated off of her, clearly telling him not to take another step closer.

He felt a pang in his chest like he was bleeding from the inside. She was so angry at him, that much was clear. Obviously, she had been angry at him before on account of all the stupid things he had done in his life, but on those occasions, they both had gotten over it rather quickly. However, this time was so, so different. It didn’t take a lot for him to know that this time was serious - that he absolutely fucked up.

Y/N finally wiped away her tears and desperately tried to think rationally despite this whole situation working against them. She tried to clear her head of her fear, to think of something, of anything. But all she could feel was the resonating panic and rage. She said nothing as she glowered at him, her eyes not leaving his for one second. She took another deep breath, her nails digging deep into her palms. Perhaps it was not hard enough to break the skin, but still hard enough to know that she may swing her fist to him at any moment. It didn’t matter that much to Sweet Pea anyway. He most likely would deserve it. He took a deep breath, finally breaking their silent staring contest and looked at his bloodied hands.

“You’ve fucking done it now.” She hissed, the bitterness and anger and fear clearly evident in her tone.

He swallowed hard, slightly nodding in agreement with her. “I know.”

He could not deny it. Everything was about to change. Sweet Pea didn’t want things to change, he wanted to go back to when he was carefree; when his actions didn’t plague him. But he had done it now, there was no going back, there was no reversing the things he had done - the horrors he had committed. He opened his mouth to say something - to explain himself, to break down, to scream, to get angry. That wasn’t what happened. The next few words slipped out so with no feeling at all, like he truly didn’t understand the consequences of his actions, like he was an empty shell of a person. “So will you help me hide the body?”

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cheryl: i love going to school here, we just have a lot of laughs!

[earlier that day]

cheryl: fuck off archie, i’m not coming to your fucking birthday party

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Sweet Pea: As tall as a skyscraper, has a knife w him at all times. Lumberjack aesthetic. Can knock me out in one punch.

Me:

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47 and 91 with sweet pea? 🖤

(i have to be honest, this one’s kind of all over the place. i hope you enjoy.)

47. “Did you get my letter?”

91. “I hope you like it.”

(gif not mine)

With Valentine’s Day swiftly approaching, you felt like you normally did about it: indifferent. (At least, that’s what you told everyone when they asked if you had a ‘special someone’ this year) You hadn’t had an actual Valentine since fifth grade maybe, when kids no longer had to give everyone in their class a card.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t really your cup of tea anyway. You understood the idea of using a whole day to appreciate your crush or significant other, but shouldn’t people just do that anyway? Isn’t that what love was about?

(Maybe you were just bitter, but only just a little.)

Veronica had asked you to help her man the ‘Kissgram’ table with her, and reluctantly, you had agreed. In front of you were multiple examples of what the Kissgrams looked like: different colored construction paper cut into various shapes, such as hearts, lips, and flowers. Each design had a chocolate kiss attached to it, leaving just enough room to write a brief message, and each one was supposed to have a different meaning. Flower cutouts were sent in appreciation of friendship. Lips meant you had a crush on the recipient. And the heart meant you felt some sort of deep love for your person of choice.

People gathered around the table at any moment of the day, and since you had most of your credits taken care of, you were manning the table for 3-4 hours out of the day. Not exactly the way you wanted to spend your abundance of free time, but you made a promise to Veronica.

The halls had cleared out for the next class and you leaned back in your chair, tapping your fingers on the table in front of you. Sometimes the occasional straggler would show up to buy one during class, but that was very rare. So you just sat back and pulled out your phone to scroll through your social medias.

You didn’t notice Sweet Pea standing in front of you until he cleared his throat.

“Sweet Pea?” A sly smirk spread its way across your face as you leaned forward, clutching your hands together and looking up at him, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at you, “What do you think, (Y/N)?”

You held back a chuckle, “I just wouldn’t have pinned you for a sap like this,” You teased him, opening up the cash box.

He ignored your snarky comment and spoke again, “I need two flowers,” He started, and you nodded, knowing exactly who they were for, “Andaheartplease.” His voice had dropped an octave and he looked like he was about to start sweating.

“What was that?” You prodded, the smirk on your face getting bigger.

Sweet Pea clenched his fist and rolled his eyes again, enunciating this time, “And a heart, please.”

“Ooo, Sweet Pea,” You sing-songed, “Who’s the lucky girl?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him as you gathered up the items he asked for.

“You don’t know her.” Sweet Pea was definitely blushing now.

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave it alone,” You giggled, holding your hand out toward him, “Three dollars, please.”

Sweet Pea placed the money in your hand, snatched up his three cutouts, and was gone in a flash.

You grinned to yourself as he stomped away, flustered, and you leaned back in your chair, letting out a small laugh.

Huh. Who knew big, bad Sweet Pea had feelings?

—————-*

Valentine’s Day had come around a week later, and you were walking to your locker with Betty and Veronica, who were complimenting each other on their themed Valentine’s Day outfits.

Betty was dressed in a cute red sweater covered in hearts, Veronica wore a form fitting red lace dress, but you hadn’t gone quite as far as they had, just wearing a simple heart bopper headband Veronica had forced on you when you arrived at school.

The three of you stopped at your locker, and when you opened it, a slip of folded and taped notebook paper as well as a heart shaped cutout fell to the floor.

“What the…?” You stammered, bending down to pick the items up.

“Is that what I think it is?” Betty glanced at Veronica, and excited smile on her face. Veronica mirrored Betty’s expression and she shook your arm impatiently, “Well? Are you gonna read it?”

You rolled your eyes at the two of them, shaking your head. “It’s probably just a prank, guys, who would be so in love with me all of a sudden?” You held the slip of notebook paper gingerly in your hands, unsure of whether or not you wanted to read it.

“Only one way to find out,” Betty nudged you, and you rolled your eyes again, unwrapping the chocolate kiss that was taped to the heart cutout and popping it into your mouth. You were about to open the letter when the bell for first period rang.

“I’ll open it later, guys. I promise.” You slammed your locker shut and raced to the student lounge for your first free period. You were definitely going to open it immediately, but you didn’t want anyone to be around for it. You wanted this just for yourself, at least for now.

—————-*

As soon as you made it to the student lounge, you let out a breath of relief. It was empty.

You took a seat in your favorite chair, making yourself comfortable before taking a moment to stare at the letter.

You took a deep breath and gingerly pulled at the tape, opening up the slip of notebook paper.

dear (Y/N),

The letter read,

i wasn’t entirely sure how to do this. i thought i would have the courage to do this in person, i’ve definitely had endless chances, but god damn it just the sight of your perfect face shakes me to the core. your smile puts the fucking sun to shame, it’s so bright all the time. you’re always so sassy with me and i love it. i love everything about you actually; the way your face scrunches up when you are concentrating on something really hard, the way you dance like nobody is watching, the way your eyes light up when you talk about shit you enjoy, the way your voice sounds when you say my name, the way your laugh sounds like actual music. i’m one hundred percent head over heels for you. i’m too much of a pussy to sign my name, so, meet me at pop’s at 7 tonight. please.

You felt your face flush, mind racing with the possibilities of who this mystery person was.

Only one way to find out,you heard Betty’s voice ring in your head.

—————-*

As 7 o’clock neared, you were borderline freaking out. Betty and Veronica had joined you at your house, to help you prepare. They did the exact opposite, just mumbling to each other and speculating who it could be.

“Maybe it’s Reggie. (Y/N) sure has ripped him a new one once or twice. Maybe he likes that kind of thing.”

“Gross,” You chimed in, rummaging through your closet for something to wear.

“Or maybe Dilton Doiley. He’s a pussy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, telling Betty and Veronica to shut up and help you pick out an outfit.

“Oh, wow, (Y/N), you sure are going all out for some stupid prank.” Veronica teased, pulling a cute floral romper off of its hanger.

“Oh I like that,” Betty gushed, feeling the fabric of the romper.

“Romper it is,” You smiled at the two of them, getting dressed and fixing your hair.

It was getting closer and closer to the time for you to leave for Pop’s. Your heart was racing as you hugged both of your friends goodbye, making your way to your car. You took a deep breath, started up your car, and you were off.

When you arrived at Pop’s, it was crowded, couples splitting milkshakes and dancing with each other to the music playing over the jukebox. You scanned the crowd, looking for who might be your secret admirer, but the only single person there was Sweet Pea, sitting in his own booth in the back corner of the restaurant.

Might as well make some friendly conversation while you wait.

You sauntered over to Sweet Pea, who was staring at you with an intensity that you didn’t quite comprehend.

“Looking a little lonely there, Sweet Pea,” You smirked, “Mind if I join you?” You didn’t wait for an answer, making yourself comfortable in the seat across from him.

You waited for a snarky reply, but nothing came.

“No snide remark, Sweet Pea? Are you going soft on me?” You laughed, but the way he was looking at you shut you up for a second.

Your heart started to race as you wondered to yourself if Sweet Pea was your secret admirer. “What? Do I have something on my face?” You joked.

“Did you get my letter?” You hardly heard him, he was speaking so quietly.

“Did I get what?” You gulped, heart beating faster. You knew what he was asking, of course you did, but it seemed inconceivable. Sure, you had been flirting with Sweet Pea for months, befriending him easily, but you could never have imagined he would have any feelings for you. He was Sweet Pea after all, he was way out of your league.

“My letter, (Y/N),” Sweet Pea’s voice was serious as he stared into your eyes. He was visibly nervous as you nodded, at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to reciprocate, (Y/N), it’s totally fine. In fact, it was stupid of me to even think you would. Look at you,” Sweet Pea was rambling now,  reaching for his jacket and scooting out of the booth.

“No, Sweet Pea, wait!” You almost leaped across the table to grab his arm. He froze, then settled back into the booth, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course I reciprocate, Sweet Pea,” Your voice was soft as you spoke, “I just thought it was too good to be true. I’m shocked that someone like you could feel that way about someone like me.”

Sweet Pea just stared at you, like he was confused about your statement, “What? (Y/N), of course I feel that way about you, you’re… you’re incredible.” He finished breathlessly, like he had been dying to tell you this for years.

“Really?” You grinned, and he reached across the table to take your hand.

“Really really.” Sweet Pea returned your cheesy grin, “And might I add that you look incredible tonight.”

His statement caused you to blush and his smile seemed to grow bigger, if that was even possible. “You are so fucking cute,” He blurted out, flushing the slightest bit himself.

The two of you just sat and stared at each other for a minute, when Sweet Pea suddenly jumped in his seat, “Oh! I have something for you.”

“For me?” You asked incredulously, as he rummaged through his jacket pocket. He carefully pulled out a small necklace, a snake charm dangling from it.

“I hope you like it,” Sweet Pea was blushing harder, “I was wondering if you’d wear it for me, you know, because I’m a Serpent,” He was stuttering his way through his sentences nervously, “And I was hoping you’d be mine, maybe?”

“Oh, Sweet Pea,” You sighed, marveling at the necklace he had placed in your hands. You gingerly clasped it behind your head, looking down to admire the way it rested against your chest. “I would love that.”

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Into the Flood - Sweet Pea

in which sweet pea and his best friend still have heart eyes for each other and are still idiots

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warning(s): Strong language, mention of shitty parents

Note: This is the second installment of a series that I’m calling ‘Ride or Die.’ The first installment (Swelling Storm) can be found here. If you would like to be tagged when more parts are posted, please let me know! 

your eyes slowly crossed as you stared at the computer screen in front of you. for the past two hours, you had been cooped up in the riverdale high library, doing last minute review for the calculus final that you had to take the next day. or rather, you were panicking with the practice exam open on the computer in front of you.

“calculus can kiss my ass,” you muttered under your breath before you face planted into the computer’s keyboard.

“looks like you’re working really hard.”

you let out a long and loud groan. “i hate calculus. i need to have a chat with whoever came up with it so i can explain to them, in great detail, how much calculus fucking blows,” you grumbled.

sweet pea chuckled as he plopped down into the seat next to you.

“ah, yes, please continue to laugh at my pain,” you quipped as you finally lifted your head from the keyboard to shoot him a dirty look. “i didn’t laugh at you when you punched a hole in the wall because you hate jane eyre.”

“don’t even say that name around me,” he grumbled.

“then don’t laugh at me.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then turned your attention back to the computer. “you know that my brain wasn’t made for math and science. that’s your thing.”

that was an understatement. sweet pea was a whiz when it came to the more technical fields of study. a lot of people just assumed that he was a big, idiotic lug who barely knew how to add 2+2, since he was a member of the southside serpents. the serpents still did not have the best reputation around riverdale. it had improved some since nearly two years ago, when southside and northside high combined, but a lot of the northside of riverdale still thought poorly of the southside.

but since the transfer to riverdale high, sweet pea was able to reach his fullest potential. he finally had the equipment to prove just how smart he was; equipment that southside high had been sorely lacking.

“yeah, i am kind of a genius when it comes to those things, aren’t i?” he teased.

you leveled him with an unamused look. “did you just come here to gloat?” you asked.

“actually...” sweet pea reached into his backpack and pulled out a to-go bag from pop’s. “i brought provisions; a milkshake, fries, and me.”

he slid a foam to-go cup in front of you, then passed you the to-go bag.

“you’re a prince, sweets,” you sighed as you shoved a handful of fries into your mouth. “this is exactly what i needed.”

“and you were ready to rip my head off two seconds ago.”

you reached over and lightly shoved his shoulder. “don’t make me regret what i just said,” you grumbled.

sweet pea shoved you back before he leaned over your shoulder to look at the problem that you had been struggling with before he arrived.

“i see where you’re going wrong,” he said, pointing to something in the middle of the work that you had written down. “you’re mixing up two parts of the formula. have you been doing it that way the whole time?”

you nodded your head as you took a sip of your milkshake.

“y/n, i told you about that a week ago,” he mumbled distractedly as he flipped through your calculus notebook. “see, look.”

he pointed at a note that he had scribbled in your notebook during your tutoring session last wednesday. you leaned in to glance at the note that he had written down.

“i told you my brain wasn’t meant for this stuff!” you whined as you face planted into the computer keyboard again. “fuck calculus.”

after another two hours spent going over calculus formulas and practice problems with sweet pea, your brain was pretty much fried. you felt like you had a better understanding of what to do, compared to when you first started studying, but with the way things were going, you very well could forget all that sweet pea taught you by the time you went to take the exam. you were too exhausted to care.

“i have to go to the wyrm. fangs wants me to be his partner in a game of pool against some new recruit. apparently, the guy keeps bragging about how he’s the best player around and fangs decided to defend my honor for me,” sweet pea explained, sounding less than thrilled that his best friend decided to do that for him. “do you want to tag along or do you want me to drop you at home?”

“depends. is toni working?” you asked as you shoved open the double doors that led to the school’s parking lot.

sweet pea nodded his head.

“okay, then i’ll come with you,” you decided. “i feel like i haven’t seen her in forever. i miss her.”

sweet pea lifted the seat of his motorcycle to stow away his backpack and to retrieve your helmets. you opted to keep your backpack, and quickly secured your helmet onto your head before climbing onto the bike.

“she was asking about you the other day,” sweet pea informed you as he started up the engine. “said she has something to talk to you about.”

you had a pretty good idea of what that “something” was. after you confessed to toni that you loved sweet pea, she had made it her mission to convince you to tell him how you felt. the two of you got into heated discussions about it at least three times a week.

you sighed quietly as you looped your arms around sweet pea. now you kind of regretted your decision to join him at the whyte wyrm. you were tired and you really did not feel like getting into it with toni over the whole sweet pea situation.

but you had been truthful when you said that you missed her. even though your relationship had become strained over the past few weeks, toni was a really good friend of yours. you had known her for almost as long as you had known sweet pea and you considered her the sister that you had always wanted.

so you decided to just suck it up and go to the wyrm. hopefully, you were wrong about what you suspected she wanted to talk to you about.

but as soon as sweet pea threw open the heavy door to the bar, alerting everyone of your entrance, and toni’s eyes landed on you, you knew that you hadn’t been wrong.

with a quirked brow and a quick flick of her index finger, toni summoned you to the bar.

“go kick some ass, pea,” you cheered and gave his arm a squeeze before you moved through the crowd to go over to toni.

“hey, t,” you greeted with a tight smile. “how’re you?”

she leveled you with an intense stare as she prepared a drink for one of the serpents sitting at the bar. her eyes did not leave yours as she slid the glass down the bar to its owner. had you not been so uneasy by the way she was looking at you, you would have been seriously impressed.

“so, i heard something pretty interesting from a certain someone,” toni began, her voice possessing a sickeningly sweet quality that scared you a little. “he thinks that he loves you. apparently a conversation that you two had after prom made him realize that.”

your eyes widened in shock. as far as you knew, sweet pea had never outright said that he loved you before. fangs had told you that the most sweet pea had admitted to was feeling as though you guys had something more than just a friendship between you. never had he said the “l” word.

“are you serious-” you gasped, only to stop short when toni narrowed her eyes at you.

“oh, that’s not the most interesting part,” she barked. “he came to this realization, but he feels like shit because he doesn’t think that you could ever feel the same way about him. which is crazy because we both know that you do. so, i’m not understanding why you still haven’t told him how you feel.”

“it’s complicated, t-”

toni’s eyes turned to little slits as she gave you the scariest look that you had ever seen. and that was a huge feat, considering the fact that your best friend’s resting face was so frightening that it once made a grown man cry.

“it’s really not that complicated, y/n. you’re making it complicated,” she informed you. “and there’s literally no reason for you to be doing that. you love him. he loves you. just go for it.”

you groaned loudly as you laid your head down on the bar. “i can’t. what if we try to date and something awful happens and we never talk again?” you asked.

toni’s face softened as you finally confessed why you were reluctant to make a move. you had never told her about the worries that had been plaguing you since it dawned on you that you liked sweet pea as more than a friend.

“that would never happen,” toni assured you and took your hand in hers. “he cares about you so much and would literally go to the ends of the earth for you. and you know how loyal he is; he would never ever cut you off like that.”

“yeah, y/n, SP is crazy about you! once he makes you his old lady, he’s never lettin’ you go,” one of the older serpents, named jerry, chimed in from his stool a couple down from where you were sitting.

you turned your attention to the burly man and shot him a confused look. “how do you even know who we’re talking about?” you asked.

he laughed and got up from his stool. as he walked by you, he clapped his hand on your shoulder. “everyone in this whole bar knows who you’re talking about. you and Pea aren’t as slick as you think you are,” he told you.

a few other serpents at the bar mumbled in agreement or raised their glasses to that statement.

“does everyone know that me and sweets are in love with each other?” you asked hysterically.

“pretty much,” toni chuckled.

you groaned again and buried your face in your hands. “this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“it’s not that bad,” toni tried to assure you; the operative word being tried. “c’mon, y/n, just tell him. go over right now and be like ‘sweets, i’m in love with you and i have been forever.’ he’d probably literally jump for joy. which is something that i’d like to see, so that’s even more of a reason to do it.”

you considered what toni suggested. apparently, it was no secret that you and sweet pea were crazy about each other. the risk of putting your feelings out in the open had lowered significantly now that you were sure that sweet pea felt the same way about you that you felt about him. and toni was right; sweet pea was extremely loyal, so he wouldn’t ditch you if something went wrong in your relationship. that just wasn’t in his nature. the more you thought about it, the more sense it made to tell him.

“you know what, i’m gonna do it,” you announced, standing up from your seat. “i’m gonna tell him! t, please give me a shot of the strongest thing you’ve got back there. i need liquid courage.”

toni saluted you before pulling a bottle down from the highest shelf behind the bar. she poured you a shot and plunked it down in front of you.

you knocked it back and cringed only a little bit at the burn it left in your throat. “alright, here i go,” you sputtered.

“you’ve got this!” toni assured you and gave you a huge thumbs up.

you strode over to the pool table, feeling as confident as could be. this was going to be great; you were finally going to tell sweet pea how you felt about him.

“hey, sweets,” you called as you got closer to the small group that was gathered around the pool table.

you couldn’t believe that you were about to tell sweet pea that you loved him. you were really about to throw caution to the wind and just lay everything out on the line.

sweet pea turned around at the sound of your voice. the scowl on his face immediately softened to a smile when he saw you coming toward him. your eyes met his and your heart dropped to your asshole.

what the fuck did you think you were doing?

you couldn’t tell him that you loved him. you couldn’t tell him that in his arms was your favorite place to be. you couldn’t tell him that you loved watching him sleep because his face softened as he relaxed completely, and he looked like the boy who used to pick flowers from the edge of southside elementary’s rundown playground and stick them in your hair. you couldn’t tell him that you thought that he deserved the very best of what life had to offer because you knew that under his tough guy persona was a boy who just wanted his shitty dad to tell him once that he was proud of him. and you definitely couldn’t tell him that his smile made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

your eyes widened to the size of saucers and you turned on your heel, scurrying back to the bar without saying another word to sweet pea.

toni shook her head slowly as she stared at you with a look of complete disappointment on her face.

“don’t say a word,” you muttered as you face planted the bar.

“i’m bored,” sweet pea whined loudly. “how much longer until you’re done?”

you rolled your eyes as you resisted the urge to sigh. “i don’t really know. i have to finish going over these flashcards a few more times,” you mumbled distractedly as you shuffled through the pile in front of you.

“you’ve already read them four times each since i got here. if i knew i was going to slowly die of boredom when you invited me over, i would have said no.”

you turned in your desk chair to glare at your whiny best friend. he stared back at you with a blank look on his face as he tossed your beloved mr. moo up in the air repeatedly. you narrowed your eyes into tiny slits in an attempt to scare him into not being such a pain in your ass. he sighed loudly in response.

“okay, first of all, put mr. moo down right now,” you grumbled, admitting defeat in your stare down against sweet pea. “and i told you to come over at seven because i knew that i had some studying to finish up. it’s not my fault that you decided to show up two hours early.”

“i was bored and i figured you wouldn’t mind if i came over early,” sweet pea explained as he set mr. moo down gently beside him on your bed. “but i guess you do because you’re trying to kill me by boring me to death with history flashcards.”

he flopped back onto your bed in such an overdramatic fashion that all you could do in response was to roll your eyes as you turned back around in your chair. you picked back up where you left off with your studies, and you were able to get through a grand total of four flashcards before sweet pea started complaining again.

“seriously, y/n, how many times are you going to reread those stupid flashcards?” he asked, breaking your concentration. “you already know everything on every single one of them.”

“i just want to make sure i’m prepared for my final,” you said.

“why is russia considered a european country, even though only about 25% of the country is located in europe?”

“because over 75% of russia’s population lives in the portion located in europe.”

“what is the smallest country in the world and how big is it?”

“vatican city and it’s only 0.44 square kilometers.”

sweet pea came up behind you. you felt the hairs on your neck stand up on end when his arm brushed up against you as he reached for your laptop.

“i think you’re more than prepared for your final,” he assured you as he returned to your bed. “make the popcorn and i’ll get the office queued up.”

you couldn’t even argue with him; you knew that you were ready for your exam. in fact, you were going to kick major ass when you took it.

you had been using studying as a stalling tactic.

you and sweet pea had participated in hundreds of movie and tv show marathons before. the summer before your junior year, the two of you spent all of your free time cooped up in your room binge watching dexter. one weekend, after a particularly rough patch for you, sweet pea surprised you with an uninterrupted viewing of all eight of the harry potter movies. the two of you spent an embarrassing amount of time cuddled up together, staring at a tv or laptop screen.

but since you nearly confessed your feelings to him the other day, you had been feeling on edge around sweet pea. whenever the two of you hung out, you could feel the tension hanging over you. stolen glances, nervous laughter, and long, awkward silences were now a big part of your interactions, and you hated it. you just wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

unfortunately, you weren’t sure if that was going to be possible without you telling him how you felt.

in a last ditch effort to return things to normal without putting your feelings out there, you invited him over for a binge watching session. if a six hour marathon of the office couldn’t fix things, nothing could.

after you ran to the kitchen to make a bag of microwave popcorn, you crawled back into your bed next to sweet pea. you tried to snuggle into his side, like you usually did whenever the two of you watched tv together, but you just couldn’t get comfortable. every time you tried to cuddle into him or he wrapped his arm around you, you felt as though your heart was going to jump right out of your chest.

as you watched the office crew go through the dundies ceremony at a chilli’s restaurant, you subtly put a few inches between you and sweet pea.

or, you thought you were being subtle.

sweet pea reached over to hit the pause button. “why are you fidgeting so much?” he asked.

“i’m not,” you fibbed as you scooted a teeny bit farther away from him. “just trying to get comfortable is all.”

he stared at you, suspicion written on his face. you knew that he didn’t believe you, but fortunately, he didn’t push the issue. he unpaused the show and turned his focus back to the screen.

a few minutes passed before he tried to put his arm around you again. when you saw him reaching for you, you moved away. but you failed to notice that you were extremely close to the edge of the bed, and next thing you knew, you were sprawled out on your bedroom floor.

“y/n, what the hell?” sweet pea grumbled as he peered down at you with a bewildered look on his face. “what is your problem?”

you groaned loudly as you buried your face in your hands. you hated that you just couldn’t seem to act like a normal person around sweet pea anymore. you had turned into a flailing nervous wreck who freaked out at the simplest of touches from him. it was so out of character for you to be this bent out of shape over a boy, even if the boy was as great of a boy as sweet pea. you weren’t acting like yourself anymore and you couldn’t stand it.

“sweet pea, i think i need to be alone,” you said quietly. “could you please leave?”

“wait...what?” sweet pea was out of your bed and by your side in a flash. “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head as you shrugged his hand off of your shoulder. “i don’t want to talk about it. i just want to be alone,” you mumbled.

“oh great, so you’re back to this shit again,” sweet pea muttered as he stood up.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your head snapping up to glare at him. “i’m allowed to want to be alone.”

he scoffed at you as he snatched his jacket up from the back of your desk chair, where he had tossed it when he first got to your place. his face hardened into a scowl and he returned your glare.

“you know, the possibility of you losing me isn’t because of me,” he said, his tone biting. “if you keep pushing me away, what do you think is going to happen?”

“i’m not pushing you away-” you tried to argue, but sweet pea cut you off.

“don’t mistake my loyalty for desperation, y/n,” he warned you. “i’m not gonna stick around and let you lie to me and keep secrets from me just because you can’t get your thoughts and feelings straight. i may be in deep, but i’m not a sucker.”

he stomped out of your room and a few moments later, you heard the front door of your home slam shut.

you stared ahead blankly as you tried to process what had just happened. and once you did, you burst into tears.

sweet pea knew that you loved him, he loved you back, and you may have just majorly fucked everything up.

you experienced an odd feeling in your gut as you walked down the front steps of riverdale high for what would probably be the last time for a very long time. on the one hand, you were ecstatic to finally be a high school graduate. there were some times where you weren’t sure if you were going to make it to this day. but also, you knew that you were going to miss being a student at this school. sure, you hated it when you first arrived, but it really did grow on you as time passed.

once you made it to the bottom step, you turned to face the school. you watched as your fellow classmates burst through the doors, chattering excitedly about the graduation ceremony that had just ended. you didn’t think you were going to feel so emotional about being finished high school, but here you were, with tears in your eyes.

“y/n!”

you whipped around to see your mom coming toward you with a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms. hopping down from the last step, you made your way over to her.

“i’m so proud of you, sweetie!” she gushed as she handed the flowers off to you. “i can’t believe we made it to this day! you’re officially done high school.”

“thanks, mom,” you said as you examined the flowers in your arms.

she took you into her arms and squeezed you tightly. “i can’t believe you’re going to be leaving to go to college in a few months. oh, i’m just so proud of you! my baby is about to be a college girl,” she chattered.

she patted you a few times on your cheek before she released her hold on you. “are you ready to go home?” she asked.

“yeah, i need to take these shoes off,” you sighed, looking down at the five inch heels that you had stupidly thought would be a good idea for a graduation ceremony. “they’re killing my feet.”

your mom chuckled. “i told you they wouldn’t be comfortable.”

you rolled your eyes and followed behind her as she headed toward the parking lot. she made it only a few feet before she stopped in her tracks, causing you to bump into her.

“there’s pea,” she announced as she pointed to the far end of the parking lot. “huh, he’s with ben. i’m surprised he showed up.”

you followed the direction of her finger and when your eyes landed on sweet pea, your heart rate sped up. you looked on as his dad spoke to him, and from the looks of things, it was not a pleasant conversation. sweet pea was staring off in the distance as his dad wagged his finger at him and waved his arms around a lot. you could also see sweet pea’s grandmother standing a few feet away from the two men. the annoyed look on her face confirmed your suspicion that whatever sweet pea’s dad was saying to him wasn’t anything nice.

sweet pea’s only living grandparent was his mom’s mother. he lived with her in a trailer at sunnyside trailer park, and had been ever since his mom first got sick. his grandmother had raised him as though he was her son, and she loved him so much, so needless to say, she couldn’t stand his father. on more than one occasion, you had been present when she went off on a long-winded rant in khmer about how much of a piece of shit ben was. sweet pea was always more than happy to translate her harsh statements for you because you knew that he agreed with her. hell, you agreed with her.

benjamin walsh was never going to win any father or husband of the year awards. as soon as sweet pea’s mom became sick, ben booked it out of town, leaving sweet pea with his grandmother. apparently, he had claimed that it was too hard for him to see his wife in such a sick state, but you called bullshit. he was just a cowardly bastard who decided that he didn’t want to be there for his wife and son when they needed him most. he wasn’t that great of a father to begin with, so it wasn’t exactly a shock to anyone that he wasn’t around when his son really needed him to be. sweet pea tried to play it off like it didn’t bother him that his dad did that to him, but you knew that it had hurt him a lot.

ben had been in and out of his son’s life ever since. unfortunately, whenever he chose to be in it, he was awful to sweet pea. he was full of criticism and complaints that he thinly veiled as “advice.”  

you had wanted to tell ben to go to hell for years, but sweet pea always talked you down. even though his father was awful to him, he just couldn’t cut him out of his life completely. you understood where he was coming from, seeing as you knew you would feel the same way if your father ever returned into your life, but it killed you to see how much of a negative effect ben had on sweet pea. sweet pea always carried himself in a very confident manner, but you knew that his father had done a number on his self-esteem. he had doubts about if he was strong enough, smart enough, and enough of a man because his father always told him that he wasn’t.   

basically, benjamin walsh was a piece of shit and you wanted to bash his face in.

“you should go congratulate pea,” your mom suggested, nudging you forward.

you hadn’t had any contact with sweet pea since your fight, other than the text that he sent the sunday night after, telling you that he wouldn’t be coming to pick you up before school the following day. you had to ask your mom to drop you off at school on her way to work, alerting her that something was going on between you and sweet pea. that evening, once she came home from work, she demanded that you spill the details, and you told her everything.

she wasn’t the only one to notice that things had changed between you and sweet pea. everyone in town was so used to seeing the two of you together, that you had gotten many strange looks as you went through your normal day to day routine without sweet pea by your side. even veronica lodge had pulled you aside the other day after history class to ask you what was going on with you and sweet pea. you hadn’t even realized that she was aware of who you were, let alone that you and sweet pea were practically attached at the hip.

“i don’t think that’s such a good idea,” you said as you tried to wiggle out of her grip. “he probably still doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

she sighed as she leveled you with her trademark disappointed mom stare. “i think you two have dragged this fight out long enough,” she told you. “you’re willing to throw away twelve years of friendship over this? and you’re willing to miss out on what could possibly be a really great relationship because you won’t tell him how you feel about him?”

“mom, it’s not that simple.”

she stared at you for what felt like an eternity before she sighed again. “fine. i’m going over there to congratulate him. you can go wait in the car if you want.”

she handed you her keys and you walked as quickly as your heels would carry you to the car. from the rearview mirror, you watched as she walked over to sweet pea and his family. ben tried to engage in a conversation with her, but she blew him off, and instead turned her attention to sweet pea. she gave him a hug and said a few words to him. he said something back, an unsure look on his face, to which she replied with a wave of her hand and another hug. she hugged his grandmother as well, then snubbed ben again, before she headed your way.

“grandma chanlina says hello,” she told you as she got into the car.

the drive back to your house was silent. the look on your mom’s face was hard to read. you couldn’t tell if she was mad at you for refusing to talk to sweet pea or not. you really hoped not, because you weren’t sure if you could take another person being mad at you.

when you got back to the house, you hurried out of the car and up to your room. you had to get those torture devices off of your feet. you changed out of the dress that you had worn for the graduation ceremony and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before you headed back downstairs.

“y/n, can you come here for a sec?” your mom called from the kitchen. “i want to talk to you.”

you sighed quietly and rolled your eyes as you headed toward the kitchen. you already knew what this conversation was going to be about.

when you entered the kitchen, you found your mom sitting down at the kitchen table. she waved you over and you slid into the seat across from her.

“i wanted to apologize to you,” she said, surprising the hell out of you.

you figured that she had called you to the kitchen to lecture you.

“for what?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“look, i know that you never had an example of what a healthy, loving relationship looks like when you were growing up because of your father and i. i know how important that can be for a child,” she explained as she took your hands in hers. “i’m so sorry for that and i always will be.”

“mom, you don’t have to apologize for that. it’s not your fault that dad didn’t want to stick around. if anyone should be apologizing to me, it’s him, not you.”

your mom frowned and gave your hands a squeeze. “i do have to apologize, honey. i didn’t realize just how much our split affected you. with everything that’s gone on in these past few days, i’ve realized something about you; you’re afraid of forming romantic relationships. and i think a big part of that is because the relationship between your father and i didn’t work out. and that’s not fair to you at all. you’re going to miss out on so much with that mindset.”

“i am not afraid of that!” you argued as you snatched your hands away from her. “just because i don’t want to tell sweet pea how i feel about him doesn’t mean i have some weird intimacy issues because dad left. don’t try to psychoanalyze me, mom.”

“i’m not trying to psychoanalyze you. but, honey, you are afraid and not just because admitting your feelings for someone can be nerve-wrecking.”

you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at her.

“obviously, i’m no expert on what true love is. but when i look at you and pea, i think you guys have a damn good chance of being the poster kids for it,” she admitted. “you two have been through so much together and you’ve seen the other at their worst and still stayed by each other’s side. that’s one of the biggest hurdles in a relationship and you guys have already been there and done that. the love between you two is so great and i just don’t want to see you throw it away.”

you remained silent, but you lowered your narrowed eyes from her face, to the table in front of you.

she stood from her chair and came around the table to place a kiss on your forehead. “i love you and i just want you to be happy, sweetie,” she murmured. “i really believe that you have a great chance of being happy with sweet pea. but that’s up to you to decide.”

she left the kitchen and headed to the upper level of the house.

you stayed at the kitchen table, pissed off because you knew that your mom was right.

before, you could write your fear of romantic relationships off as normal. people broke up with their boyfriends and girlfriends all of the time without it being a problem, so you didn’t see why your breakups had to be any different. sure, you purposely pushed your perfectly nice boyfriends away because they tried to get to know you on a deeper level, but that didn’t mean you had any unresolved issues with meaningful relationships because your dad left you when you were young. or, at least that’s what you told yourself.

for a long time, in the back of your mind, you had known that your non-existent relationship with your dad had an impact on you. you tried to bury it down and you thought you had been doing a good job of it. but the whole situation with sweet pea brought those issues to the surface and you didn’t think that you could brush the issues aside any longer.

“fuck,” you whispered as you picked up your phone to make a call.

you heard the rumble of sweet pea’s motorcycle before you saw it. you watched from your perch on the playground swing as he pulled into the elementary school’s parking lot. he rose from the bike, removed his helmet, and ran his fingers through his hair before making his way toward the playground where you had agreed to meet. without a word, he plopped down onto the swing next to you and started to rock back and forth. the two of you swung in silence for a few minutes until you finally broke the silence, not able to take it any longer.

“hi,” you greeted, your voice barely above a whisper.

sweet pea grunted in response.

you bit down on your bottom lip as you stared at him out of the corner of your eye. you had so much to say to him, but you didn’t know where to start.

“can you stop biting down on your lip like that?” he grumbled after a couple more minutes of neither of you speaking. “i’m trying to be mad at you and i can’t if you keep doing that.”

your eyes widened and a blush spread across your cheeks. “sorry,” you mumbled as you began to bite down on your thumbnail instead.

several more minutes of silence stretched out between you two until you finally mustered up the nerve to tell sweet pea the truth.

“i love you, sweets,” you admitted as you stared ahead at the playground. “i’m crazy about you. but i know that i fucked up majorly. i haven’t been fair to you at all these past few weeks. instead of just talking to you about it, i did what i’ve always done with all of my other boyfriends, and i pushed you away. and you deserve way better than that because you’re way more than some silly high school boyfriend to me. you’re my best friend, my confidant, and my favorite person, but i haven’t been treating you that way lately. i’m so sorry.”

sweet pea didn’t say anything for a long time. after a couple minutes of silence, he pulled his switchblade out of his pocket and started fiddling with it, a nervous habit of his.

your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to say something, anything in response to your confession. maybe you really had messed everything up and he decided that you were more trouble than you were worth. maybe he just didn’t know how to let you down easy.

“dammit!” he yelled suddenly, jumping up from the swing and storming off.

your mouth dropped open as you watched him walk away from you.

your shock quickly turned into anger. you may have messed up, but you thought you deserved more than him stomping off without an explanation.

“hey!” you called as you ran after him. “you can’t just walk away from me. not again!”

sweet pea stopped in his tracks and whipped back around, frustration written all over his face. “this is exactly why this is never going to work! you’re always going to be worried that i’m going to walk away, so you’re going to pick fights,” he shouted.

“wow, nice, pea, thanks,” you bit out sarcastically. “i’m so sorry that my abandonment issues are too much for you to deal with. because they’re just a walk in the fucking park for me.”

the grimace on sweet pea’s face softened the slightest bit. “that’s not...i’m sorry. that came out wrong. i meant that your response to anyone who’s dating you trying to get close to you is to push them away. i get that your issues aren’t something that you can just get rid of overnight, but can you be sure that you’ll actually be able to get rid of them? because i’m not sure it’s going to work out if you can’t,” he explained.

“you sound like such a dick right now.” you laughed humorlessly as you tried to make sense of the crap coming out of your best friend’s mouth. “again, i’m sorry that my issues aren’t something that i can just fold up and pack away in a box. i can’t be sure that i’m going to be able to get rid of them. they very well could be something that i’m stuck with for the rest of my life, but i’m willing to try for you. i could never say that about any of my old boyfriends. but because it’s you, i’m willing to try to work through those problems so that i can have a shot at a relationship with you. but maybe i shouldn’t even bother because you’re being such an asshole about it. you know what, forget i called you here today. forget i said that i love you. i take it back, i don’t.”

you pushed past sweet pea and headed toward the exit of the playground. you made it about halfway there before sweet pea’s voice stopped you.

“i love you too. and it scares the shit out of me,” he confessed, his normally steady voice wavering a bit. “i’m scared that we’re going to fight all of the time and you’re going to be in and out of my life because of that. you’ve been a constant in my life for as long as i can remember and i’m so fucking terrified of not having that anymore.”

and then it hit you that, while you had deep-seated issues caused by your father to deal with, sweet pea had his own issues to deal with as well.

people had dipped in and out of sweet pea’s world for his whole life. he was used to people entering and exiting his life at the drop of a hat, some wrecking havoc before leaving him behind to clean up the pieces. he always appeared to take it in stride, but you could see now that it had taken a toll on him.

you turned and strode back to where sweet pea stood. “i’m sorry. i was being really self-centered and didn’t think about how my problems might affect you. that was a dick move,” you apologized. “and i take back what i just took back. i do love you. so much. it was shitty to say that i don’t because i got mad. that was another dick move. i’m sorry i’ve been such an asshole lately.”

you bit down on your bottom lip as you stared up at sweet pea, waiting for him to say something in response.

“you’re doing that on purpose so that i won’t stay mad at you, aren’t you?” he asked, gesturing toward your mouth.

“maybe...”

he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned upward in the smallest of smiles. “okay, okay, it worked,” he mumbled. “i’m sorry for being an asshole too. i shouldn’t have thrown your abandonment issues in your face like that. that was messed up.”

a couple beats of silence passed between the two of you. but then, sweet pea finally asked the question that had been on both of your minds.

“so...now what?”

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masterlist

riverdale

sweet pea

ride or die series 

part one: swelling storm

part two: into the flood

stranger things 

billy hargrove

only have eyes for you

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Seasons Greeting in Mid-June → Sweet Pea

♬ Winter Things — Ariana Grande ♬

❈ My baby’s in town and we’re gonna do some winter things ❈

When Sweet Pea was nowhere to be found beside you, you immediately woke. In was unusual for him to be up before you, especially on a Saturday. You sat up, taking your time as you stretched, feeling a few of your bones pop. You slipped out of the thin covers, making the bed as neat as you could while taking the least amount of time.

Washing your face and brushing your teeth, you couldn’t help but wonder where Sweet Pea had escaped to. You knew the moody boy wouldn’t go anywhere far from his home this early. Maybe there was an emergency meeting?… But then again, you were a serpent as well, you too would be at the Wyrm if that was the case.

Taking a few steps away from the counter, you continued getting ready for the day, throwing your hair up in a tight ponytail, you were sure you gave yourself a face lift with how sleek your hair ended up looking. Deciding on not doing your edges, you tied a bandana around your head, making your way toward the living room.

To your surprise, the entire living room was covered in white. It was one of the first things you noticed amongst the crazy that was happening in Sweet’s trailer. Next, was the fort that was neatly made in the center of the living room. You had recognized the pattern of the sofa cushions as one of the walls and a missing chair from the corner of the room. Fairy lights, or Christmas lights, were nestled around the fort. And then there was the plant that was beside the TV. The miniature tree was decorated with a single green ornament, making you giggle. Then it was the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg.

“Pea?” you called once, walking around the fort, being careful not to mess anything up. A quiet crunch could be heard under your feet as you stepped on the fake snow that’d been scattered all over. Chills ran down your spine as you passed the feverishly cold AC.

You found yourself at the kitchen, the smell of cookies becoming more intense. There you found Sweet Pea. He was decorating the last gingerbread man, placing a gumdrop button on its chest.

You giggled to yourself, approaching the tall boy. He was suited in a red onesie, a reindeer printed at the front. Your arms came around him from behind as you comfortably pressed the side of your face to his back. The biggest smile graced your lips.

“Babe, what are you doing?” though you were a little confused, you couldn’t help but find Sweet Pea to be a complete dork.

“It’s Christmas!” he exclaimed like a child… on Christmas morning. “In June.” he turned to face you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “Merry Christmas angel.” he held two gingerbread cookies in front of him. A gingerbread man and a gingerbread woman to be exact. Both sported a green ‘S’ on one arm with two green buttons. “It’s us.”

“Very cute. Yours is almost identical to you, I almost kissed this one instead of you.” you smiled, cupping Sweet Pea’s cheeks, squishing them. He broke out in the hugest grin, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips.

“Almost forgot,” Sweet Pea set the cookies down, reaching over the counter. “This one’s yours.” he held out a black onesie that looked to be your size, just slightly baggier. Rainbow lights scattered the entire one piece. You suited up right then and there, the onesie fitting over your shorts and tanktop. By then, Sweet Pea had plated all of the gingerbread cookies, designed and not.

He insisted on giving you a piggyback ride as you held onto the cookies. The plan didn’t exactly work out. With the cookies in your hand, you jumped onto Sweet Pea’s back, dropping a couple cookies.

“Whoops,” you giggled as Sweet Pea bent down completely to retrieve them.

“Five second rule.” he said, dropping them onto the empty corner of the plate.

“On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!” Sweet Pea sang as he pranced all around the living room, sending you into a frenzy of giggles as you tried to keep all of the cookies on the plate.

Sweet Pea turned on the TV with the remote as he set you down in front of the fort, holding the blanket door open for you with his free hand. The TV was already on the scene selection of Home Alone. He hurried into the fort after you, almost tumbling over you.

The both of you were on your stomachs, head sticking out of the fort as the movie began to play. You leaned your head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. You tried fighting the smile that beamed on your lips. God, you loved your boyfriend so much. He was the most precious thing to you in this world.

“Hey.” Sweet Pea whispered to you, trying to be discreet. You flickered your eyes toward him with a questioning gaze. His eyes glanced upwards in a manner that was meant for you to look up. “Mistletoe.”

You scoffed with the same grin on your lips, pressing multiple kisses on Sweet Pea’s lips. “I love you, you goof.”

“I love you.” he told you. He was proud of himself, setting this up successfully while you slept. He cuddled up to you, sneaking a few bites of your gingerbread cookie as the Christmas movie marathon commenced.

Even though it was the middle of June, it was safe to say that this was the best Christmas you’d ever experienced.

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[bi-hargrove]

Headcanon: Sweet Pea adjusting to a relationship

Summary: Inspired by THIS post by @lxst-in-paradise which I thought was terrific! 

Author’s note: This is my first ever headcanon and it was very fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

Sweet Pea’s family life growing up wasn’t great, he witnessed all sorts of things a child shouldn’t have to witness.

Consequently, he grew up being the tough kid- getting into fights, ditching school and trying desperately to avoid commitment with women.

He joined the Serpents as a coping mechanism; it was a way to spend time anywhere other than at home and to prove to himself that he was capable of committing to something that mattered to him if he really wanted to.

But committing his life to the Serpents didn’t suddenly fix his underlying wariness of committing to a girl- it was something he continued to struggle with.

It wasn’t that Sweet Pea didn’t like girls

Sweet Pea worshipped the female form, flirting and sleeping with girls across the Southside and the neighbouring towns. 

But he always made sure to stop things before they got too serious because he never wanted to be wrapped up in a girl and get his heart broken, like he’d witnessed in his parent’s relationship.

He was scared to let someone in because he could count the amount of people he truly trusted with everything on one hand.

So when he ended up getting too wrapped up in a certain girl, he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

She was the first person who gave him hope that he could have a relationship that wouldn’t end up like the way his Mum and Dad’s did. 

He wasn’t used to someone treating him like something other than a thug, so it took him a long time to get used to the quirks of a relationship. 

Like when his girl tried to play with his hair; at first he would just flinch and jerk his head away:

“Woah, what are you doing?” 

“Playing with your hair? If you don’t like it I can stop, I just thought it might relax you” 

“Oh… Um okay, go ahead I guess” 

Little did Sweet Pea know that having her play with his hair would become one of his biggest stress relievers.

Or when she made him breakfast for the first time:

“Yo that’s a lot of food, are you gonna finish all that?” 

“Pea it’s for both of us, I made us breakfast” 

“Why did you do that?” 

“Well you don’t eat breakfast normally because you don’t have time to make it and I just wanted to show you that I care about you and your wellbeing” 

“Really? That’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me”

After a while he slowly and cautiously started to reciprocate the sweet gestures 

It started off as simple things that he didn’t usually do, like rejecting calls from other Serpents when he was spending time with her 

Except Fangs. Fangs never gets rejected.

It progressed to him holding her hand in the Wyrm and kissing the top of her head before he left her at the bar with Toni, ready to hustle every goddamn Serpent in the building.

One day he came home with flowers and told her that he bought them for her because they reminded him of how pretty she was when she smiled.

Sweet Pea tried to cook her dinner one night, and although he burned it, it was the thought that counted.

He found himself enjoying being wrapped up in someone, he trusted her with everything and wasn’t scared to let down his protective outer shell.

He couldn’t imagine not having someone to come home to who looked at him like he was their entire world.

Having someone love him with all their heart made him love himself more too- he wasn’t some broken man who had a bed temper, a superiority complex and an inability to commit.

He was Sweet Pea, the most loyal person who would give you the shirt off of his back if you asked for it and he just needed to find the right person to show him his worth and remind him that he was more than a bad childhood.

And when he found her, he never wanted to let her go

[bi-hargrove]

Prediction: The #freearchie movement will last one episode. Josie will sing at a rally/fundraiser and that’s exactly all we’ll see of her for three episodes. The Serpents will start the episode saying “fuck that guy” and 32 minutes later they will be fully on board with zero explanation as to why. Hot Topic will be selling the t-shirts before the season premiere. 

[bi-hargrove]

Can you write about Sweet Pea being clingy? As mean and hard as he looks, I’ve kind of always imagined him to be super loyal and infatuated with his s/o

Touch Me || Sweet Pea

For the third time that night, Sweet Pea had grabbed your hand and played with your fingers in his lap. And for the third time that night, you pulled your arm away. It wasn’t like you wanted to. It was the middle of a serpent meeting and it was focused on a topic you were more than happy to put your two cents into.

“Baby,” whined Sweet Pea as you pulled your hand away from his grasp as he reached out to try and catch it once more. He was like a baby kitten, trying to capture a piece of string as it was being pulled away. When you didn’t answer, he figured you were too busy paying attention to the meeting.

“How could anything be more important than giving me attention?” Sweet Pea mumbled under his breath, pouting like a child as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After the initial topic was discussed, the serpents began to disperse, a few sticking around because well, a lot of them spent most of their nights at the Wyrm. You, however, stuck around to catch up with Toni as she bartended. She snuck you a couple drinks here and there when the boss wasn’t looking.

Sweet Pea was fed up. How could you? How could you last so long without giving him attention? He was so used to being the center of it and now he’d felt neglected. He knew not to take it personal, but he just craved for your touch.

As you leaned against the counter with your forearms propped on it, Sweet Pea managed to sneak behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. He didn’t waste any time, shoving his face into your neck, causing you to let out a little giggle. You gave Toni an apologetic look as you turned around to face your tall boyfriend, whom wore a pout on his lips. You reached up to grab his cheeks, squishing them softly. That alone was enough for him to crack a smile and crane his neck down to pepper kisses on your face.

“Don’t mean to interrupt your session,” Fangs appeared from the side. He looked rushed. “But I just made a bet at pool, two on two. Pea, I need you.” and before Sweet Pea could protest, Fangs pulled him aside. The effects of your affection hadn’t worn off of him, it was like he was high off of some hybrid drug that he couldn’t get enough of. You were so irresistible to him, he’d never been so touchy and loving towards anyone from his past.

He was still looking at you as Fangs pulled him from the back of his leather jacket. You sent him a pout, knowing how frustrated he was getting about not being able to get his daily dose of (Y/N). You turned back around, facing Toni. She wore a smirk on her face, causing your cheeks to flush a dark red.

“God, you guys are so touchy.” Toni pointed out. And she wasn’t exactly complaining, her girlfriend Cheryl was very much affectionate… just not in public.

“It’s him.” you couldn’t help but grin too. “He can’t keep his hands off me, he just loves being touched- and no, not like that. Sometimes, he just wants to hold my hand.” you shrugged. “Like, today, when he parked his bike across the street, he full-on stopped me, held my hand while looking both ways to cross the street, and walked me.”

“I’ve never seen him like this.” Toni gaped in disbelief, raising her glass as she took a sip of her orange juice. “He’s so… infatuated. Can’t even keep his eyes off of you.” you peeked over your shoulder.

And sure enough, he was staring at you as he waited for his turn. His eyes were slightly drooped in a way that made it seem like he was drunk. Sweet Pea hadn’t touched a drop of liquor that night. He snapped out of his daze as Fangs nudged him.

He thought about you as he angled his stick against the cue ball. He tapped it gently and the yellow-striped ball sunk into the middle pocket. Sweet Pea was so determined to quickly win the game so he could return to loving up on you. And that’s what he got.

Soon enough, Sweet Pea began bidding his friends a farewell, earning calls of protests because it was still so early. He waltzed over to you and Toni, pulling you aside in the same rushed fashion that Fangs had pulled him earlier. You didn’t have time to tell her good night, so you waved to her. She smiled back, blowing a kiss as she called it back.

“Pea,” you whined. You were interrupted as he spun you back around into his arms. The scent of his cologne mixed with clean clothes and the faintest of a spliff (he didn’t smoke them, the fellas he played pool with did).

“Just wanna hold you.” Sweet Pea mumbled, kissing the top of your head. Your heart gushed. It was so innocent, the way he just wanted your attention. You didn’t mind it.

“Let’s go home so we can properly cuddle, fool.” you murmured against his chest, looking up at him.

“I’m the-“

“Little spoon.” you finished with a laugh as he held your hand and hurried across the street to his bike.