Sweet Pea x OC - My Valentine
{A/N} Hey so.. I'm not dead. I've just had a very long hiatus because life has been HELLA stressful. But I'm back and still taking requests.
This one was requested by @DarwinxMarshalllee on Wattpad and it's THEIR OC NOT MINE. I own nothing in this fic but the writing! I hope you like it!!!
Warnings?: Some bad language (its Sweet Pea - what do you expect!) and bad behaviour from Reggie (aka Catcalling).
Type: Flirty fluff
Enjoy...
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"Evening, Shorty!" a voice calls from across the Whyte Wyrm. It doesn't take more than a second to work out which one of my dearest friends spoke as I head towards them. My eyes scan across each person individually. First to my sister, Toni, who's sat behind the bar absentmindedly cleaning glasses, along to Fangs and Jughead who both look up to smile at me before I finally lock eyes with the culprit. Goofy smirk slapped on his face, messy hair obstructing his eyes and freakishly long legs outstretched. I find myself lost for words and, unable to provide a witty response, I shoot back a simple "Giant" and hop up onto the spare barstool next to him.
Having a crush on a guy like Sweet Pea is perhaps the most infuriating thing to live with. He's a massive flirt and it takes him all of 5 minutes to work out exactly how to push your buttons. Evidently mine weren't hard to find either. I glance down at the bite marks permanently imprinted in my hand and firmly decide that I'd take the snake over this any day.
A hand grips the blue tinted bun on the top of my head, ruffling it around and pulling me out of my trance.
"Everything okay, Valentine?" My sister grins at me, fully aware of both why I was quiet and how much I hate that name. It's days like this that I wonder why I told her of my feelings. Or why I tell her anything at all, really.
If I'm honest, I reckon everybody could see how much I liked Sweet Pea. Something about him is just so impossibly endearing, hot temper, cocky attitude and all. But my inability to disguise my crush has lead to almost unbearable teasing from the rest of my friends...
"So, Pea," Fangs began, a mischievous grin on his face, "have you noticed how every single one of us is dating someone... besides you and Val?" Once the original wave of anger passed over me and I had kicked him not so subtly under the table, I realised that he was right. Toni and Cheryl, Jug and Betty, Fangs and Kevin and even Archie and Veronica back at school. We were the only two left.
"Damn, that's sad" I joked, turning away from the bar in an attempt to both diffuse the conversation and get away. Of course, neither of these tactics worked as Pea let out a strange laugh and turned to me.
"Well, dearest Valentine, I bet you'll find someone soon" he declared in his usual sarcastic tone. But this time there was a gleam in his eye that I couldn't understand. Before I could question him, he hopped off his stool, winked at me and left the Wyrm like nothing had ever happened. I turned to the others for any help as to what just happened but was offered nothing but suggestive looks and wiggling eyebrows. I concluded that my friends are actual children before heading home myself, Toni behind me.
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A few weeks later and Valentine's Day rolled around. A day that I, thanks to my name, despised with a passion. Riverdale High, in all its sickening glory, decided to go all out. The corridors were littered with obnoxious paper hearts and red and pink bunting. Some of the students even dressed for it, wearing fancy dresses and heels and clutching unusually large bouquets and teddy bears. I glanced down at my own attire (black ripped jeans, a red crop top and my serpent jacket) and instantly stuck out like a sore thumb. I quicken my pace in hopes of finding another serpent to cling to since Toni had left early that morning but instead, I found the attention of Reggie Mantle.
"Eyyyy, what've we got here then?" I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I attempt to push past the crowd that had gathered around the football player and I. "Where you going, sweetheart? With a body like that, you've got to expect a little attention. And the day of love's got me in the mood.." He teased, walking towards me. I could feel the rage building up inside me as I prepared myself to punch him in his stupid face. I'm not afraid to add to my collection of bruises and it's time Mantle knew it. I ball up my fists but before I could swing, I hear a voice from amongst the sea of people.
"Talk to her like that again and I'll break your fucking neck! How about that?" I look up to face my saviour and instantly feel a blush creep up my cheeks. Standing in front of me was Sweet Pea, his face angrier than I have ever seen it.
"Or what, snake? You know what'll happen if Weatherbee catches you, don't you?" Reggie snaps back. He was right too. After the last run in with the Bulldogs, the principal had threatened the entire gang with expulsion and, with Southside High under Hiram's control, we would have nowhere to go. With a sigh, I tug on Pea's sleeve in hopes that he'd let it go. The tall boy looked down at me and something in his expression shifted. With one last glare at Reggie, he grabbed my hand in his and shoved violently through the other students and didn't stop until we reached the parking lot where his bike was parked.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his usually confident voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper.
"Yeah, Pea. Yeah, I'm fine. But um... are you?" It was weird to see him so quiet and fidgety. Gathering my courage, I reached out and placed my hand on top of his and rubbed small circles in hopes of calming him. A few minutes of silence passed as we remained in that position before, eventually, he spoke up.
"Val, can I ask you something?" He sounded like a small child, helpless and scared. I gave him my best reassuring smile and nodded for him to continue. "Everyone seems to say that when you... y'know, like someone... you should always tell them. What do you think?" This took me aback for a while. Could he be talking about me? My heart was racing as I tried my best to answer coherently and mask my excitement.
"I would say that... no matter how scary it is... it would be better to tell the person than live in uncertainty." I reply, happy with my answer.
"In which case... ah fuck... Val, you're a really cool girl and I was wandering if... If you'd like to... y'know..." He looked mildly defeated for a second before shrugging to himself, straightening up and breathing deeply. His large hand snakes around my waist and pulls me close as his lips crash against mine. I move my own in sync with his, in hopes that he understands. I feel him grin into the kiss before we break apart for air.
"Wow.." I whisper breathlessly, my forehead resting on his.
"I'm sorry, Val. I'm no good with words" he confessed, making me chuckle. I close my eyes as I feel his fingers brush my hair out of the way to trace the serpent tattoo resting on my collarbone.
"So," he spoke, a familiar smirk plastered on his face once more, "does this make you... my Valentine?"
I groan and smack his chest playfully as he laughs at his own joke and feigns falling over.
"Jerk" I mutter, offering him a hand up.
"You love me really, though" He grinned as he pulled me into his chest for a hug.
"Yeah.." I mutter into him, "I guess I do."














