Cardiac Arrest (Sweet Pea x POC Reader)
Pairing: Sweet Pea x POC reader
Summary: Sweet Pea's birthday at the Whyte Wyrm and reader is trying to her best friend to see her as more.
Warning(s):Swearing(duh its a Sweet Pea fic), fluff, Sweet Pea being sweet
Note: This is my first fic so be sweet to me. I wrote this on my phone so be warned. Also I don't see Sweet Pea as the hella smooth type with a girl he actually likes so just letting you kno. A like and Comment would be awesome. (And I'll add u to the taglist)
Carefully dragging the black velvety mascara across your thick lashes you gaze into the bedroom vanity mirror. Confidence burning brightly in your e/c eyes. Your baby hairs laid with precision and your thick h/c curls tucked neatly into Bantu knots. On your lips, you wore blood red lipstick topped with cherry flavored lip gloss.
A certain someone's favorite flavor.
You fastened the clasp of your studded choker as you whip around to face your bestie gazing down at her phone sprawled out on your bed. You cleared your throat. The pink haired girl’s head snapped up.
“T, What do you think?” You hummed placing hands on your hips giving the outfit it's full effect.
Your serpent jacket purposely hung off your shoulders. The black lace bralette left your midriff and more importantly your serpent tattoo just above your right boob exposed. A tight little leather skirt hugged your curvy waist while fishnets graced your long legs. Cherry red snakeskin stilettos decorated your feet.
“Drop Dead, Y/n! Drop Dead!” Toni smirked getting off the bed. Now standing almost 6’ in your heels you easily dwarf the petite serpent next to you. “You think so?” You cheesed down at Toni biting your bottom lip.
“Y/n you're probably gonna give every guy in the Wyrm a heart attack.” Toni nods elbowing Y/n. “Shit I was going for full-blown cardiac arrest.” You shrugged following Toni out of the cramped trailer as you both burst into laughter.
You inhale deeply clearing every insecurity from your head as you glare with determination at the red neon lights. The entrance of the Whyte Wyrm erupted into catcalls and whistles as you and Toni step in.
“Take a look at, Babes.” An older serpent howled calling you by the nickname bestowed upon you for being the youngest member to pass initiation. Being low on family, having your dad, a former serpent, locked away, and desperately needing someone to watch your back made you a prime candidate.
You can’t help but roll eyes to the back of your skull and sneer. You weren't a baby anymore.
“Y/n I’m gonna go grab some drinks,” Toni snickered sashaying to bar.
Upon spotting the gang a devilish grin spread across your face as you practically glided to the pool table where they were waiting. Sweet Pea busy hustling a couple younger serpents. Judging by Fangs and Jughead’s slack jaws your outfit was a home run. Easily making your uncertainty wain a little more.
“Y/n Y/n Y/n Serpent Chic for sure.” Cheryl singsonged as you stood pulling your best femme fatale pose.
“I approve.” Jughead nodded in agreement.
“Damn Babes! Cheryl better watch out she’s not the only bombshell in Riverdale! You put Bad in Badass!” Fangs declared catching an elbow from Cheryl and a death glare from yours truly.
“Doesn’t she always.” Sweet Pea deadpanned lining up his shot and you place a hand on his broad shoulder and leaning in.
“Damn straight I do.” You tease speaking warmly into his ear just as he pulled back to pocket his shot. Hitting the ball much harder than intended Sweet Pea missed the striped ball he was aiming for by a long shot.
“Shit Pea! Is that all it takes to throw you off your game?” The smaller of the two opposing serpents taunted.
You took a step back giggling as Sweet Pea whipped around to face you. His imposing frame usually caused anyone with half a brain to slink back after invoking his wrath. Not you. Especially not tonight.
“What The Fu-” His frustration fades into shock as he takes in your attire of the night.
So much different than your usual baggy t-shirt, a flannel tied around your waist and some ripped jeans tucked into your boots. Your signature untameable curls slicked and smoothed into submission. Your heels boosting you pass shoulder level so you both met eyes.
You could tell he was searching for something…anything to say. Sweet Pea was a far cry away from the strong silent type which made this moment all the more hilarious.
Bullseye! You had gotten his attention. Your palms heat up ever so slightly.
“Woah!” was all Sweet Pea could muster as Toni strode up with drinks in hand. You snatch up three and sit between Jughead and Fangs handing them each a glass, but not before brushing past Sweet Pea and saying, “Sweets you better shut your mouth before you catch flies.” Your usual sassy attitude seemed to pull him back down to earth. He recognized the y/n he was used to behind your Southside siren facade.
“You can always shut it for me if you’re worried.” He snarked right back squaring his shoulders as he took a shot glass from Toni. She took her seat next to Cheryl pecking her on the cheek as she did. Sweet Pea resumes his pool game, every once and awhile his deep brown eyes stealing glances at you. You’d make faces each time he’d let you catch him looking. Your cheeky friendship drove all his girlfriends wild often being the cause of quite a few break-ups. You and Sweet Pea have known each other for quite a long time. Pea had been there when your mom skipped town with your twin brothers when you were 11. He was there when your dad went on trial and got sentenced. The two of you were inseparable ever since he turned up looking to join the serpents 2 years after you. You couldn't keep your ruby lips from curling into a smile at that memory.
An all too familiar wiry dark haired 13-year-old boy had taken quite a few blows as he made his way up the line of serpents. A couple to the ribs and two both shoulders and another straight to the face. Yet he was steady wobbling down the line. His dark brown eyes finally met yours and he stood straighter and laughed. Which came out more as an overconfident wheeze. “What are you supposed to be? Let me guess the Serpent’s very own junior cheerleader?” He snickered from behind a bloody nose and busted lip staring down at you. Your h/c curls completely untamed dangling just over your brows with a black bow with an emerald green snake dead in the middle peeking through the curls on the left side. An agitated grin pressed on your lips clenching your brown hands even tighter around the two bike chains woven around your knuckles. Squaring your shoulders you punch him dead in his stomach throwing the entirety of your 12-year-old body weight into him. His breath hitches as his knees meet slick grass. Blood spews from behind his formally curled lips. You had been practicing that hit for weeks. He kills over in an astonishing amount of agony. He glares up at your snide grin. For a second his eyes gleam with slight admiration only for his sharp jaw to met by your worn black canvas sneakers. “Welcome to the pep rally, Bitch.” You chime folding your arms across your chest as he curled into himself grasping his now steadily swelling jaw. “Babes! Watch your fucking mouth!” Tall Boy hissed lightly cuffing the back of your head before giving a shoulder tight squeeze as he nodded in approval.
“Alright, boys pay up!” Sweet Pea said slamming a large hand on the table as he sunk his final ball. The two younger boys grumbled pulling crumpled 10s from their pockets and depositing two each into Pea’s awaiting palm. Sweet Pea beamed stuffing the bills into his jeans pocket.
“Jones, Where’s your Northside Princess? She too good to celebrate with anybody other than the Jones or did her invite to my little birthday bash get lost in the mail?” Pea snickered pressing all Jughead’s buttons just for the hell of it.
“Actually Sweet Pea Betty is-” “Busy picking up the cake. I'm glad you missed me. I was starting to think no one noticed.” The blonde hummed placing a decent sized cake decorated as a serpents jacket surround by Sweet Pea’s signature flowers onto the pool table.
“Damn!... you guys know, I would have been fine with just a milkshake from Pop’s.” Sweet Pea grinned from ear to ear. His genuinely pleased expression traded between the cake and his friends and back again.
“It's not every day you turn 16, Sweet Pea! Happy Birthday.” Betty smiled handing him the Pop’s bag revealing none other than Sweet Pea’s shake of choice. A Chocolate cherry milkshake with two cherries on top. “Cooper, I could kiss you.” The large dark-haired boy gleamed pulling the northsider into a bear hug.
Your skin crawled with an unwanted heat. Jealousy boiling just beneath your skin. You couldn’t help but wish to be in her place.
“Pea, how about you don't break my girlfriend?” Jughead jeered a little tensely seemingly just as uncomfortable with the display of affection as you.
Sweet Pea releases her and Betty promptly deposits herself right next to her boyfriend.
“I'm fine, Juggie. Plus Sweet Pea you should be thanking Y/n it was all her idea.” The blonde nodded winking at you.
“Hey, it'd be a crime not to get a shake to top it off.” You shrug glancing away from him doing your best to keep your embarrassment out of your face. You had a rep of being a hard ass, and doing something so sugar sweet like this could ruin it. Sweet Pea wasted no time sliding over the pool table and snatching you up from seat to swing you around. An overwhelming bliss fell over you as his toned arms wrapped themselves perfectly around your soft waist. The room nearly disappeared in the seconds you spun in his warm embrace. “Who knew the resident Whyte Wyrm gremlin could be a sweetheart?” He chuckled. Without missing a beat Pea planted a peck on your forehead as he placed you down. You couldn't have been more thankful that your brown skin hid the warm blush crawling across your cheeks. A goofy smile plastered itself to your face while you tugged down the fitting leather skirt that had rode up your hips. This display of affection didn't go unnoticed. Especially a particularly cheeky serpent in a sleeveless denim vest and a gray crew cut tee.
“Ok Pea!” Fangs snickered with a raised eyebrow as if he knew something no one else did. Sweet Pea’s dark brown eyes buck as the two serpents have a hostile silent exchange. That ended with Pea huffing and Fangs grinning wildly. Toni put a hand to mouth to hold her laughter as she saw the look of absolute terror flare across your features.
The plan to win Pea’s heart still could backfire.
God what if he rejects me.
“Let's just cut the fuckin cake.” Sweet Pea snarled as his usually olive cheeks were now rosy. He stepped over and snagged up the shake giving it his full attention as he slurped it down.
You glared at Fangs mouthing What the actual fuck, but he just cheesed playfully making goo-goo eyes and kissy faces.
Betty being ever prepared produced mini black party plates and plastic cutlery from her purse. She passed them around the circle of friends and handed Sweet Pea a plastic knife.
“Do the honors already, Birthday Snake!” Cheryl chimed impatiently picking at her nails. Toni rolled her eyes so far back you were sure they almost got stuck.
“Who invited, the Powerpuff reject, again?” Sweet Pea sneered. “Play nice you two.” You giggle passing out the sparklers from your shallow back pocket. You motion to Pea for his lighter that you know was tucked in his back pocket which he gives willingly. His warm fingers graze your much cooler ones as he places the lighter in your expectant palm. It takes all your willpower to stay on task and light the sparklers instead of begging Sweets to show you what his large warm hands could really do.
Fangs started to lead the usual birthday song as he stood waving his sparkler through the air as if he were conducting an orchestra. The small gang of friends can't help but join the over-enthusiastic goofball. Sweet Pea's mask of irritation fades into one of pure unadulterated pleasure. You weren't sure why every time he pulled a smile like that your heart melted but it did.
Bodies swayed in the dim lighting of the Wyrm to the yet another pop song. Fangs and you danced yourselves breathless next to Toni and Cheryl.
You lean against a nearby beam as a slow song filters through the speakers.
“Go get your man, Babes.” Fangs whispers nudging you toward the bar where Sweet Pea sat next Jughead with his elbows pressed into legs quietly chatting about something you couldn't quite make out.
“How’d-” “One you're hella obvious and two Toni told me.” Fangs cut you off pressing a finger to lips before spinning you around and shoving you toward Pea and Jughead.
Your heartbeat at a rabbit’s pace as you marched toward what seemed like the moment that could end your entire life. Your palms became impossibly warm and sweaty. Sweet Pea smiled when he noticed you making over to the two of them.
That made it worst. You almost stop knowing if you get any closer you might melt. A full-blown puddle.
Pea was the only guy that could do that to you. His dark brown eyes trace your body as if he's hypnotized until you are standing in front of him.
Neither you or Pea speak. Your eyes locked on one another in an amazed intrigue. World's best-staring contest.
Jughead clears his throat while he excuses himself to get what has to be his 4th slice of cake.
You swallow the butterflies that had made their way from your stomach and up your esophagus. “Sweets?”
You couldn't help but roll your eyes and he just smirked giving you his full attention. He actually met your e/c eyes and not the ridge of the deep plunge of your top.
“Do you...Do you think...you... wanna dance?” You peep chickening out as your nerves get the better of you. Suddenly your heels become the most interesting thing in the room as you stare down at them in defeat.
“L/n, I've got two left feet.” He deadpanned nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up.
“Oh, yea… I know I just...” You shrugged fidgeting as you pull on the lacey tassels hanging from your bralette.
His palm slowly came into view. You snap your head up to see Sweet Pea making the same goofy expression as you.
Each having thrown back their fair share of drinks tonight.
You take his hand pulling him to the edge of the swaying couples. He hesitates. Just long enough for you to notice.
As if he suddenly remembered where he was his hands found their way to your hips just as yours came to rest around his neck. Your bodies sway in sync with the steady rhythm of the slow Taylor Swift song.
“You remember when you were in love with her? I do.” He asked poorly holding back his laughter. “I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said shoving him just as you stop mouthing the words. He doesn't even budge. “You sure as hell do.” He corrected
“Shut the hell up, Sweets!” “Am I doing this right?” Sweet Pea hummed leaning to rest his forehead against yours.
“Sweets, how is there a way to do this wrong?” You snarked twirling the charcoal curl at the nape of his neck.
“L/n, you drive me fucking crazy.” He sighed biting his lip as he pulls you closer.
“Where to Miss Daisy?” You quipped daring to look up and met his gaze. You can't help but give Pea all your attention. You're simply transfixed by the stillness of his eyes even though you can feel his jagged heartbeat and warm palms pressed into your exposed back.
“L/n you're a bad bitch!”
“Shit Sweets! It's about damn time you notice.”
“Trust me, I've noticed.” Pea grinned tracing a finger across the smoothed baby hairs closest to your ear.
“Watch it, Sweets, I might actually be flattered.” You joke moving to clutch you imaginary pearls.
“Only if you show me…” You speak faster than you had time to stop yourself. Before you could think of some smartass joke to laugh your way out of it Sweet Pea's lips crashed into yours.
You weren't exactly sure what you expected but it wasn't this.
His lips were soft and gentle, but somehow astonishingly passionate. He seemed like he was trying his very best not break you like he was holding back. You sling your arms around his neck tugging him closer to deepen the kiss. You tangle your fingers into his thick midnight waves.
Sweet Pea paused just for a moment as he twirled the h/c curl at the nape of your neck. He nips at your bottom lip for entrance. You don't give. He became rougher this time biting forcefully enough to cause you to moan and open enough to allow him in. Your tongues battle for dominance. And for a moment you could have sworn you had won only for Sweet Pea to overpower you.
As oxygen became short Pea's lips snake down to your neck. Sharp harsh stings followed by warm soft apologizes placed as his lips, teeth, and tongue travel down your neck.
Bliss fades into reality as words “SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME!” blared over the speakers. You break apart to see the look of warm confusion in each other's faces.
“Does this mean you like-like me, Sweets?” You smile batting your eyelashes up at him.
He lifts you from the ground with his muscular arms stretched around your waist.
“Don't think my tongue in your mouth could mean much else, but Hell Yea, Babes! Hell Yeah!” Sweet Pea beamed spinning you effortlessly in circles.
Fangs’ lips stretched in a grin from ear to ear.
“Toni, I did it.” He congratulated himself turning to petite haired serpent only to find her tongue deep in her favorite redhead. “Ahhh young love.” Fangs cheered downing a shot before heading to pick up that blonde too good to be true northsider that had hit on him earlier.
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