“You’ve been drinking”
Prompt: 47. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” (recent prompt list i reblogged)
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader (male or female both work)
Show: Riverdale
Warnings: Slight mention of depression, bad language, alcohol, smut.
You called Sweet Pea for the thirty fourth time that evening. No response still. You groaned and got up, throwing your phone across the room, resulting in the screen cracking along the top. “Fuck sake Sweet Pea!” You yelled as you ran your hands through your hair. You contemplated your next actions for a moment before grabbing your jacket and car keys and walking downstairs and out of your house. You got in your car and drove to Pea’s trailer, faster than you knew you should.
When you arrived there moments later and knocked, the tall, bloodshot eyed boy answered the door.
“What do you want, Y/N?”
“Are you serious?!” You narrowed your eyes into a glare in his direction. “I don’t know what you mean sweet cheeks.” He chuckled softly, the same way he always does. You barged past him and into the trailer. “You’ve had me worried sick!” He stumbled after you once he closed the door. You allowed your eyes to scan the table in front of his sofa and then you turned to look at him after noticing the 10 crumpled up beer cans. “Seriously?”
He raised one of his thick eyebrows at you. “What? What did I do?” He sighed. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you Pea?” He groaned and nodded. “Is that all you wanted to know Y/N? I literally had a bad day and got drunk like an idiot.” He stumbled over to you. “Please, please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.. I was just worried Pea. You know I love you.” You looked up at the tall boy and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers skip across the skin below his hair. He picked you up and walked to the kitchen counter, the closest surface, with you. “You know I love you too.” He whispered beside your ear before kissing you deeply.
Your cheeks went slightly red from his sudden gesture and you kissed the boy back, gripping the collar of his shirt. He slipped his tongue past your lips, fighting for dominance. He was definitely drunk if he was doing this so fast. You pulled away from him and looked at him, when he quickly pulled your shirt off. You smiled and shook your head. He smirked and began to attack your neck with kisses. “I love you, so much.” He whispered against your neck and you smiled to yourself. “I love you too.”