Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader comforts Sweet Pea as he confronts a fear of public speaking
Sweet Pea has been in more near death experiences than he can count. He’ll always come away from it laughing a little, everyone chalks it up to shock and they make jokes once everyone is safe and the bruises or wounds have healed by a few days.
“Seriously guys, that was nothing compared to my one true fear.”
“Nah I would rather do that ten times again than face my real fear.”
“I can handle it, I fear way worse.”
He has an endless parade of comments and jokes to make and everyone teases that his biggest fear is losing you. He doesn’t comment back on that and everyone keeps teasing him about how hard and fast he’s fallen for you, considering you’ve only been dating for a shorter time.
“Sweet Pea are you okay?” You wave your hand in his face. He’d been staring at Pop’s wall and occasionally taking bites of his burger.
“Yeah, I just forgot about the presentation part we have to do.” He shrugs but you can see the way his hands shake, the same way they do when he thinks you’re in danger.
“You don’t like public speaking?” He chokes out a laugh and you don’t say anything else, you know he’ll just avoid talking about it, but you can also see how truly terrified he is.
“It’s, It’s fine Y/N you don’t, it’s fine you don’t need to bother, I ca-I can handle it on my own.” Sweet Pea’s smile does reach his eyes and you sigh through your nose at him and offer a reassuring smile.
“I Already did this last week, I know you’re nervous but try running through it a few times with me.”
“The problem is it isn’t you! When I think about talking in front of everyone, for class, they’ll, they’ll find out how stupid I am.”
“Didn’t you already get a ninety five on this project?”
“Yes but…”
“So you just have to tell everyone about it.” You smile and Sweet Pea does his best to look convinced, he’s actually a horrible liar.
“How about you just tell me what you want to say now, and I can write little notecards to help?”
“Yeah that sounds good.” He’s not looking you in the eyes and you know he’s just agreeing so you feel helpful but he points to the printed out slides he’s using for reference as he talks. You notice he only stutters twice, and even then it’s only over some of the more complicated scientific words.
“What if you pretend there’s other people here, would that make it worse? Just pretend it’s me and Toni.” He nods and closes his eyes before opening them and restarting the presentation; you notice he stutters four times, and backtracks over half of part of it he had no problem saying only moments ago.
“The notecards might help.” He sighs after he’s been quiet for a few moments, and you realize he’d forgotten what he wanted to say completely.
Sweet Pea grimaces but nods to the teacher who nods back.
“Good job. That’s all for today, we’ll get to the second half of the presentations tomorrow.” Sweet Pea can’t help but chuckle at how Reggie and Archie groan, thinking they had both gotten out of presenting.
“You did so well baby!!! I’m so proud of you!!!” You smile at him, fingers running through his hair as he slumps in the chair gathering his strength for a minute, you know having to do that presentation was terrifying for him, and you’d told everyone to meet at pop’s later. None of them had questioned it, as far as they knew you were the one that had a huge fear of public speaking and Sweet Pea was comforting you.
The class is empty now and you sit on his lap, hands curled in his hair.
“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” You hum at him and he grins nodding slowly, you can see how tired he is.
“Did you pretend everyone was naked?” You laugh when he blushes.
“Don’t think I could picture you naked and talk at the same time.” He chuckles and then nods towards the door, assuring you he’s okay to go to Pop’s.
“I did just pretend I was talking to you in my trailer, like when we practiced.”
“I mean that did lead to me being naked.” You laugh when he blushes again.
hiii :) for the song prompts could i get #11,16 & 29 for sweet pea x ex!reader who both still have feelings for each other but are too stubborn to admit it, please? 🤍
hey! i love this idea so much so i’m so excited for you to read it! thank you for requesting! also, i got a little carried away, so sorry!
lyrics: things will change they always do, but my heart will stay open for you (stay open: maya hawke)
if you dance with me, darling, if you take me home. will we talk in the morning? (will we talk?: sam fender)
the millisecond that you're away i get the loneliest feeling (give me a try: the wombats)
“I can’t believe we’re here.” You say quietly and he nods, both of you looking at the paintings on the walls and silently wishing that you were anywhere else.
“I know.” He replies, glancing at you quickly before looking straight ahead.
Somebody behinds you coughs, and you can’t quite figure out if it’s a genuine one or if they’re just trying to tell you shut you up in a polite way. Either way you roll your eyes and sit properly in your seat, however you can still feel Sweet Pea’s arm against yours, the soft material of his blazer rubbing against your bare arms making you hyper-aware that he is, in fact, here.
It’s barely been five months since you broke up, and things are still...awkward, to say the least. And it's made even more awkward by the fact that you’re sat together at Fangs and Kevin’s wedding, despite both of you trying to get them to change the seating plan and both of them telling you that they’re stressed enough with this stupid wedding and so you’ll sit on the ceiling if that’s what they tell you to do, that made the both of you shut up and accept your fate.
You’re gonna spend a day, forcing smiles and pretending to be okay with the fact that the other is right next to you, yet you can’t touch them, no matter how much you want to.
“We did it!” Kevin cheers when he pulls away from Kevin, the two of them grinning from ear to ear and holding their hands in the air. Everybody stands and claps, while they walk back down the aisle, now husband and husband and both of them looking so happy that you think they’re gonna burst.
“Congratulations.” You grin and pull them both into a tight hug, squeezing you’re two best friends and trying to convey just how excited you are for them.
“Yeah, congrats guys.” Sweet Pea adds and leans around you to hug them both. You move back awkwardly and send an uncomfortable smile to Toni who just sends you an odd thumbs up before chatting with Veronica and Betty.
“We’ll see you both at the reception right?” Kevin adds. He tries to mask the fact that he’s on edge, worrying about whether everyone is gonna turn up, with eagerness, but the smile he's giving you just looks painful.
“Of course.” You smile.
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Sweet Pea adds and you give him a shy smile. His gaze lingers on your for a little longer than it probably should for ex’s and you feel his eyes trail up and down your body, focusing on the parts that you made sure were accentuated in anticipation for seeing him again.
Fangs and Kevin share a look before excusing themselves and leaving you to try and look busy while Sweet Pea does the exact opposite. You know you shouldn’t, you know it’s wrong to still be loving the attention, to be dressing just to impress him, maybe make him a little jealous, but you can’t help the fact that you love how it makes you feel. All the attention, the small touches, the way his breath fans against your neck when he leans in to say something sarcastic, or the smirk that tugs at his lips when you do something to make him laugh, either on purpose or accidental.
You may have ended five months ago, but you’re still madly in love with him, and even though he tries to deny it, he can’t say he doesn’t feel the same about you.
“How are you doing?” He asks and your surprised by his bluntness. The two of you walk in the same direction as the rest of the guests, both completely unaware as to where you are going, and so you just stumble along blindly and hope that at least somebody around you knows what’s happening.
Sweet Pea’s hand ghosts the small of your back as he lets you through the door first, and the small pause gives you a chance to think of what to say. Do you lie and say that you haven’t spent every night thinking of him, and that the fact that he’s this close is making it difficult to breathe.
“Honestly?” You ask and he nods, his expression serious and he looks genuinely concerned. “The millisecond that you’re away, I get the loneliest feeling.” You laugh bitterly and his eyebrows furrow.
“Oh.” He says and grabs your arm, letting the rest of the guests shuffle past you until it’s just you and him stood in the corridor.
“Oh?” You repeat. “Is that a bad oh?”
“No.” He shakes his head quickly. “It’s a relived oh.”
“...oh.” You say and the two of you giggle.
“Same.” He adds and you nod awkwardly.
“Do you think we made a mistake?”
“Breaking up or being together in the first place” He asks and you frown, forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m sorry things are the way they are.” He adds and your expression softens.
“I’m sorry too.” You reply and grab his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He stares at it for a few seconds before slowly pulling you closer to him and you feel your breath hitch. “Do you wanna dance tonight?” You ask, trying to change the subject in order to give you a chance to remember how to breathe.
“That depends.” He shrugs, leaning closer to you and your cheeks heat up.
“On?” You ask, trying and failing to steady your voice.
“If you dance with me darling, if you take me home...will we talk in the morning?” He asks, almost begs as his lips brush against yours and you feel yourself falling for him all over again. Your hands cup his cheeks and his grip around your waist tightens around you, and for a brief second, everything that has ever happened between you, all the fights, the tears, the make-ups, the 3am calls and the drunken nights spent together when you told yourself no more, they’re all replaced by this one kiss, and all the possibilities that it could lead to, you just need to make sure you follow the right path this time.
You pull away, desperate for breath, but also yearning for him to keep kissing you, you want him to kiss you forever, you want to be held by him for the rest of time, until you can no longer hold each other.
But then you’re reminded of what drove the two of you apart in the first place. You’re lack of communication and the fact that life had been grinding the two of you down, far too much for you to focus on one another. That sort of things kills a couple, it makes them too stressed to love and even more stressed to talk about their issues so the only thing you can do is argue, and even then, that gets exhausting quickly.
You hated who you were then, you both did. You knew neither of you were the person that the other fell in love with, and you hated the way the other one looked whenever someone said something they instantly regretted but were too stubborn to take back.
You desperately want to go back to a time where you were happy together, but can you really go through all of this again if it goes wrong? But then he looks at you, his expression full of hope and love and there’s a shy smile playing on his lips thats only reserved for you, and you know. Of course you can, he’s worth the heartbreak.
“I don’t know.” You say honestly. “We can talk, but I don’t know where it’ll lead us, I hope it’s somewhere nice, things will change, they always do, but my heart will stay open for you, no matter what.” You say honestly, it’s the only thing you can say, but his smile shows that he’s willing to try, and then he grabs you and kisses you, and you know that you will talk, and you both hope it never stops.
Summary: Requested by anonymous with the prompt “Shit, sorry, am I going too fast?”
Warnings: Smut, cursing
Pairing: Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x Reader
Word Count: 2180
Rating: M/18+
A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for. I kind of just went with the flow since it was in the flirty/suggestive section of the meme you pulled the prompt from.
It had been a few weeks since you’d started hooking up with Sweet Pea, and to be honest, you hadn’t regretted it for a second. He was fun, and a good listener. Not to mention, sex with him was the best that you’d ever had. You weren’t sure what it was about him, everything just drew you in.
Sitting around the Wyrm with him and his friends, you laughed along with a joke that Fangs had cracked, unable to help but look at Sweet Pea as you did. His face was still lit up with his previous laughter, and his smile made you also smile just as wide. It was like his happiness was contagious.
You reached up, linking your hand with his, his arm still around your shoulders. You pulled his arm tighter around you and snuggled into his side a bit more. He did as you guided him, placing a little kiss on your temple, earning him another large smile from you.
“Hey,” he whispered against your ear, prompting a little hum in response. “Do you want to head out soon? Head back to mine and have some fun?”
You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking up at him and nodding after considering it for a moment. “That sounds great, Pea,” you spoke.
Glancing over at Toni across the way, you could see her grinning happily at the two of you. She was one of Sweet Pea’s best friends, and seeing him happy was important to her. If she had anything to say about it, she would say that the times that he was around Y/N were when he seemed the happiest.
What you hadn’t confessed to anyone was that he made you the happiest that you’d ever been too. The feelings that you felt for him had only grown since the first time that the two of you were together. You hadn’t told him how you felt, knowing that things weren’t always that easy. Friends with benefits didn’t always turn into more, and after what had happened with Sweet Pea and Josie, you doubted that he wanted to explore any kind of feelings any time soon.
After a few more minutes, Sweet Pea untangled himself from you, standing and stretching before offering his hand to you to pull you up from the couch. “Alright, we’re going to head out,” he told the others. Allowing him to pull you to your feet, you both told the others bye before leaving and taking the short ride back to Sweet Pea’s trailer.
Once you were both inside, his lips were on yours almost instantly, his body against yours as he pinned you against the door. You slid your arms up around his neck, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and giving a gentle tug as you returned his kiss.
Sweet Pea let out a soft groan, hands moving to the backs of your thighs and using them to lift you into his arms, smirking as you let out a little squeal of surprise. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he carried you toward his bedroom.
He laid you back against the bed, your head resting against his pillows as he moved over you, pulling at your clothes to remove them. Lifting your arms to help him remove your shirt, you moaned as it pulled over your head and then tossed to the side, Sweet Pea’s lips immediately finding your neck once the item of clothing was gone.
“Sweets,” you moaned, tipping your head back to give him that much more access. Your fingers moved down, pulling his shirt up, letting out a soft sound of approval as he pulled back just enough to remove it and toss it aside along with yours.
After not much longer, both of your pants were gone, and the two of you were stripped down to your underwear, Sweet Pea’s body hovering over yours. His lips had made their way back to yours, his kisses urgent and needy as his hand moved between the two of you, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. His fingertips moved over you, teasing between your folds and along your entrance before trailing up to your clit. He found the bud with ease, beginning to rub slow circles against it, drawing a soft whimper from your lips in response.
“Pea,” you breathed his name, hips bucking from the bed as he touched you exactly how you liked. He was a bit more experienced than you, but it had never really bothered you. In fact, most times it worked in your favor, especially when it came to him pleasuring you.
“Feel good. baby?” he asked, and you nodded. It always felt good when he touched you.
Your hands moved down, traveling toward where you could see and feel the growing bulge in his boxers. Before you could fully touch him, he grabbed your hand with his free one, pinning it above your head and lacing your fingers together against the mattress.
“Not just yet,” he spoke. “I want to take care of you first.”
Biting down on your lip, you nodded, knowing that once Sweet Pea wanted something, you were in no place to argue with him. He was so damn stubborn, not to mention the fact that when he looked at you with his big brown eyes, you’d always melt, bending to his will with ease.
He gave your hand a little squeeze before pulling his hand back, moving to slide your underwear down your legs, dropping it off of the side of the bed once it was removed. He shifted down on the bed, lips making a trail from your jaw, down your neck, your stomach, and then to your inner thighs.
You whined as he kissed along your thighs, biting down teasingly on the inside of one, sure to leave a little mark. After a moment, he hooked both arms around your thighs, pulling you in closer to him as he lowered his head between your thighs. His tongue darted out, swiping over your sex from entrance to clit, then repeated the motion several times, letting out a little groan at the taste of you.
You pitched your hips upward at the sensation of his tongue against you, and he continued to lap over you again and again, loving to hear you moan for him. Just as always, it didn’t take long for him to work you up. Within minutes, you felt your stomach beginning to tighten, signaling your release would come soon.
Sweet Pea could feel your legs tense, shaking slightly as you ground yourself down against his tongue, helping him to work you toward your release. Your fingers found a home in his dark hair, tugging at it as you felt yourself on the brink. “Oh, fuck, Sweets! I’m close — I’m so close, baby,” you whined.
Sweet Pea groaned at the way you pulled his hair, tightening his grip on your thighs as he worked his tongue that much quicker against you. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he goaded, tongue flicking rapidly against your clit.
The way his tongue flicked your clit had your eyes rolling back, legs shaking as your muscles tensed and you hit your climax. You cried out his name through your release, riding against his face as he worked you until you’d come down.
“Fuck!” you panted as he finally pulled away, kissing up your body toward your lips. “How in the hell are you so good at that?” you asked, shaking your head as you looked at him lovingly. Your feelings were evident in your eyes. If he only looked close enough, he might be able to tell just how you were feeling.
Sweet Pea looked affectionately back down at you, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he guided your legs around his waist. “Lots and lots of practice, babe,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes playfully, then let out a loud moan as you felt him glide his length between your sensitive folds. When had he even taken his boxers off? You decided it didn’t matter. It all felt too damn good for you to protest.
“Sweets…” you sighed, lifting your hips to try and get more from him. “Please…”
“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want,” Sweet Pea teased, continuing to grind against you, driving you crazy. You were already so wet, and it took a lot of effort on his part not to just slip in then and there.
“Fuck me,” you pleaded, and he smirked devilishly.
Reaching over to the bedside table, he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it onto himself without much effort, tossing the wrapper aside — he’d pick it up later.
He gripped his length in his hand, teasingly tapping it against your clit a few times, causing you to buck your hips in response.
“Sweet Pea!” you cried out in protest, wanting more.
He chuckled darkly, pushing into you a moment later, balls deep in one swift thrust. The two of you both groaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move within you at a steady pace.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he praised, leaning in and pressing a heated kiss to your lips, causing you to moan into the kiss. His lips moved feverishly against yours, parting to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging it against yours.
After not much longer, you felt the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten again. He could feel you tighten around him and let out a low growl at the extra resistance it provided.
His hands moved to your thighs, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder, and you cried out, loving the way that the change in position stretched you so deliciously.
“Sweets! Sweets, oh my God!” you screamed, feeling him pound relentlessly into you at the new angle. Your legs quivered as you were thrown over the edge once more, coming hard around him.
Sweet Pea groaned, thrusting hard and fast inside of you. After a moment, his thrusts became sloppier, more erratic, and he let out a loud, long grunt as he emptied himself into the condom inside of you.
“Damn,” he cursed, gently moving your leg from his shoulder and leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. “I think that was one of the best times,” he mused.
Both of you struggled to catch your breath, breathing heavily, and you nodded. “I think it was.”
Sweet Pea withdrew from you, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and removing the condom, tossing it into the bin beside the bed.
Rolling into his back, he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You obliged easily, curling into his side. Tracing abstract patterns over his chest, you let out a content sigh, allowing yourself to relax in his arms.
“Y/N?” Sweet Pea spoke quietly, prompting a quiet hum in response, telling him to continue.
“I know we discussed that this wouldn’t get too serious, that it was just a friends with benefits thing, but… I think I might be falling for you.”
His voice was barely more than a whisper. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you might not have heard him. But, you were, and you did. Your head popped up from where it had laid and you look at him a bit incredulously, unable to believe that you’d just heard what you thought you did. “What?” you asked.
“I — shit, sorry. Am I going too fast?” he asked, eyes soft and vulnerable. “I just… I really like you, Y/N. We have fun together, you get along with my friends, and you don’t judge me for my past or who I am. You’re incredible. I can’t help it.”
You continued to look at him, baffled by his words. Shaking your head, you placed a hand against his chest, “Pea, I’m falling for you too. I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t think you’d be in a place to catch feelings again after Josie.”
Sweet Pea frowned softly at the mention of Josie, but shook his head, “No, that’s over. That’s been over.” He lifted a hand, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as his eyes met yours. “I’m falling for you, and you’re falling for me. So, let’s do something about it.”
“What are you saying?” you asked, tilting your head. You hoped that he was hinting at the same thing you were thinking, but you couldn’t be sure.
“I’m saying… be my girl. Please?”
You bit down on your lip in the center, a wide smile beginning to spread over your lips.
“Okay. Yeah, okay. I’m your girl,” you nodded.
Sweet Pea grinned wide, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “Mm…” he hummed after a minute, “rest up, princess. There’s a lot more fun to be had here.”
Hey Everyone Brit and Lynzie here again. We want to do something a little different since we have not been getting fic requests on here. We are still taking fic recs however we also want you all to send in your Riverdale requests.
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Summary: After a rough fight you go to your boyfriend’s to get cleaned up.
A/N: Okay so I always want to type ‘sweat pee’ instead of ‘sweet pea’ anyways,,, I hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
As you stood at the door to Sweet Pea’s trailer you couldn’t help but feel like Matthew Murdock, knocking yet again on Claire Temple’s door.
Your entire body ached as you leaned against the door, only to nearly fall forward into the trailer when it suddenly opened.
“Jesus,” Sweet Pea hissed softly as he caught you before you actually went down.
“Hey,” You replied with a weary voice as you looked up at him with a slightly pathetic grin.
Sweet Pea rolled his eyes but he still got you to your feet and lead you into the trailer where he sat you down delicately on the sofa.
“I’m sorry to do this again Pea, I just don’t have anywhere else to go,” You tell him quietly when he comes in with the first aid kit. This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten into a fight and you knew it wasn’t going to be the last. If you had anywhere else you could go, you would, but given your home life...it really isn’t an option.
“I know that (Y/N), but it’s like you seek out these fights, sometimes you need to just walk away,” Sweet Pea tells you as the starts to dab at your scrapes and cuts.
“It’s not that simple,” You protest, wincing slightly as Sweet Pea pressed the antibiotic ointment into your cuts.
“-Except it is, it may not be easy, (Y/N), but this is not okay anymore (Y/N), I hate that I have to constantly worry about whether or not you’re okay, I hate that I have to constantly patch you up,” He tells you anxiously.
You can tell he’s upset. He usually is when you come over looking like shit. But you always defend yourself. You can’t help it. You have to defend yourself and the other Serpents.
“Sweet Pea, you know I love you, but how am I supposed to justify walking away from some Ghoulie who’s talking shit.”
“They’re always just looking to stir up shit, you know that.”
“This is what I signed up for Pea, the Serpents are my family and I am prepared to defend them to my dying breath,” You tell him adamantly.
“This is my family too, but if you think I’m going to go get myself killed, you’ve got another thing coming, (Y/N).” Sweet Pea replies with a huff, “I walk away from fights because I know it’s not worth it. Because I know what is worth fighting for, and that’s you. Only you.”
You sigh and look away because you know he’s right, but he gently grabs your chin and turns you toward him again.
“I need you to stop putting your ass on the line, babe, because if you get seriously hurt, or worse…” He trails off before looking back up at you, “I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I’ll stop,” You reply after a moment, as you squeeze his hand reassuringly, “I promise.”
Summary: Pretty much exactly what the request says, first fic in my Southside Serpents as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. series.
Word Count: 1184
Request: “You know Friends the tv show? Well how about this. A Sweet Pea imagine where the reader and him have a secret relationship and one day he gets up to leave and forgets that they aren’t alone and kisses her. But everyone is like THE DITTLY FUCK WAS THAT. So he proceeds to kiss everyone.”
Author’s Note: Thanks for the person who requested and @arielle-mari for ideas! This is like my favorite scene in all of Friends, so I hope you enjoy it!
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You rested your head on the dingy couch and took another sip of your beer. It was starting to get late, and it was a school night, but none of you wanted to leave the Whyte Wyrm yet. A bunch of kids had just been initiated, and everyone was having too good of a time. You were sitting on the couch next to Sweet Pea, a careful few inches of space between you. Ever since you'd started dating, you'd both been hyper-aware of your behavior when you were together. The last thing you needed was for everyone to know, especially after Toni had made everyone swear off friend-group dating after a particularly awkward game of truth or dare.
You hadn't tried to get together—it just kind of happened. The two of you had been friends since you were kindergarten together that Southside Elementary, so when the River Vixen he'd been enamored with broke his heart at the beginning of senior year, you were there for him. A few late-night Pop's trips later, you found yourself making out in the parking lot behind the diner. It was exhilarating until you remembered that you had all sworn not to date.
"C'mon, Pea, it's been how long since you've had a date now? Three months? Four? I'm worried." Toni was giving him an amused look from where she was sitting on the empty pool table. "It's unlike you to go so long without finding some desperate Northsider trying to piss off daddy."
Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, and you saw his grip on the arm of the couch tighten. "I'm taking some time to myself, Toni."
"Bullshit," Jughead replied. "They've just realized that you're a living, breathing bad idea."
Fangs laughed. "Or maybe he's secretly in love with someone, and she's rejecting his desperate ass."
"Ha, ha, guys, so funny," Sweet Pea drawled, taking a big sip of beer. "At least I'm not dating the sheriff's son."
"I wouldn't say we're dating," Fangs replied defensively. "Just friends."
"I usually don't touch my friend's dicks," Jughead remarked. "Like, never, actually, but if that's what you consider friendship, I may need to reconsider ours."
Everyone laughed, and Toni redirected her gaze to you. "And what about you, Miss Forever Single? Any guys breaking through your walls of unapproachability?"
You rolled your eyes. Being a Serpent, and a Serpent that spent a lot of time with Sweet Pea, you had a bit of a reputation for being un-dateable. Only the bravest guys made it through your tall, angry best friend, and those who did never seemed to last long. You had never minded, though, especially now that you did have a boyfriend.
"I'll have you know that once again, I've sworn off guys."
"And what did we do this time, Y/N?" Jughead asked.
"Well, Reggie Mantle asked me if I wanted to Netflix and chill with him after the basketball game. I legit thought that was just something people on the internet said."
Toni laughed, shaking her head. "That guy's just gross. You'd think he'd have grown out of it by now."
You sighed, pulling your legs underneath yourself and resting your arm on the couch behind Sweet Pea. "I guess I'm just doomed to be alone."
Sweet Pea smirked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Of the two of you, you were by far the better liar, having had to cover for his slip-ups on more than one occasion. Luckily, no one seemed to be suspicious yet.
A phone rang, and Sweet Pea groaned. "I swear to god, if that's F.P." He tugged the phone out of his pocket and climbed off the couch to talk to him.
"Looks like someone's missing class again tomorrow," you observed, watching as Sweet Pea paced around the back of the bar, his phone pressed to his ear. You felt a twinge of worry for him—he looked stressed, and although he wouldn't admit it, he hated missing school for Serpent jobs.
"I just hope it's not a two-person job," Fangs said. "I have a math test first hour that I'd rather not make up."
A moment later, Sweet Pea walked back over and slumped onto the couch. "Well, it looks like I need to go make a run to Greendale."
You frowned, doing your best to look like no more than a concerned friend. "Leaving now?"
He nodded. Then, not thinking, he turned to you, grabbed your cheek, and pulled you in for a kiss. A brief moment later, he pulled back with a smile. "See you--" His eyes widened in horror, and you both turned slowly to look at your friends.
Their jaws had all dropped, leaving all five of you sitting there like a bunch of dumb-ass frogs trying to catch the world's slowest flies.
You didn't know what to do—no lie would cover this one. Then, Sweet Pea sprang into action crossing over to the pool table, grabbing Toni's hips, and pressing his mouth to hers for a kiss.
Toni's eyes were wide, and her hands were frozen at her sides. Sweet Pea was giving the kiss his all, and she had no idea how to react.
What the--?
Sweet Pea broke away. "See you later, Topaz." Then, he moved to the chair where Fangs was sitting, grabbed the front of his leather coat, and pulled him to his feet for a startlingly passionate kiss.
Fangs seemed slightly less surprised than Toni, but he was still frozen in place as Pea kissed him. His hands lifted like he might push him away, but he wasn't sure that he should.
Your eyes were darting around, trying to read your friend's expressions. If they had been shocked before, now they were goddamn befuddled.
Sweet Pea broke away from Fangs, grinned, winked, and turned to face Jughead. His eyes fixed on his friend who looked about ready to leap out the window.
"Oh no, big guy. No fucking chance."
Sweet Pea shrugged, still smirking. "No problem, Jones. You'd probably be a shitty kisser anyways." He looked around at everyone, his gaze resting on you long enough for a quick wink. "See you guys later." He strode to the door, a subtle swagger in his step. If he had any anxiety about kissing his friends, it sure wasn't showing.
Tall Boy, who had seen the whole encounter go down, was giving him a skeptical look, his eyebrows rising in unamused distaste.
"Tall Boy!" Sweet Pea grabbed his face with a grin and planted a kiss on the older man's lips. "My man, see you later!"
You nearly choked, gasping loudly as you watched your boyfriend walk unharmed past a confused, pissed off Tall Boy. The whole bar was staring now, and the only sound was the music from the jukebox.
A moment later, Fangs snapped his jaw shut. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, still reeling from Sweet Pea's dramatic exit.
You shook your head dumbly. "I have no clue."
Jughead had a look of disgust on his face. "I need some new fucking friends."
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