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Hot Shot - Sweet Pea x Reader (Part 1)

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Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No.

Summary: You’re a hot shot business lawyer and used to live in Riverdale with FP, you’re called back to help with a case involving Jughead and meet Sweet Pea, who becomes enamoured.

A/N: This is the first thing that I’m posting on here, but I have written for Riverdale before, let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue! Also my requests are open so let me know what you guys want to read! :)

You rarely came back to Riverdale, you’d left ten years ago and had become a business lawyer. You were proud of how successful you had managed to become during the first years of your career. FP Jones had looked after you whilst you lived in Riverdale, he’d helped you stay on the right track after your father had passed away. Every so often, the Serpent leader would call on you for legal help, criminal law wasn’t your speciality, but you were still relatively well versed.

The last time you had returned was five years ago when Fangs, a young Serpent had been accused of murder, but the Riverdale Police Department couldn’t hold him as they hadn’t had any evidence, so it had been a short time. Before that, you’d returned to help FP himself with the Jason Blossom case.

Since then, the Serpents had managed to stay completely above board, until now anyway. This time it was FP’s own son, Jughead, who was in trouble. Jughead’s case was a lot more in your comfort area than Fangs’ had been. Jughead had gotten himself in trouble for revealing private information, that he’d found out illegally and was being sued for slander and illegally bugging the Mayor’s office.

A lot had happened in the time that you’d left. There was the Black Hood of course, who’d really committed the murder that Fangs had been accused of and you’d heard that upon leaving the Police Station, Fangs had been shot. There was also the Lodge vs Andrews mayoral race, which Hermione had ultimately won, and the Lodge’s had gone ahead with their plans for the prison in Riverdale, however it had crashed and burned when both Hiram and Hermione had been arrested for their illegal activities. Furthermore, there had also been the Ghoulies vs Serpents fight, which had ended with a couple of Serpent members in prison and ultimately a truce. But it had been so small scale, FP hadn’t called you in.

Many of the people who made Riverdale ‘Riverdale’ no longer lived in the town. Veronica Lodge had taken the money that she had from a few slightly dodgy deals and had fled the town with Archie Andrews in tow. Betty Cooper had gone to college in New York and had broken up with Jughead following his decision to take over the town newspaper and stay in Riverdale.

The only people that were as you’d left them were the Serpents. There had been a few members exiled and there had been a few added too, namely Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz’s girlfriend. You were sort of looking forward to being back, being a hot shot business lawyer was starting to become boring, it was always the same cases, with the same type of people.

When you arrive in Riverdale you quickly check into the nicer of the two motels that Riverdale has to offer and make your way to the Whyte Wyrm for a drink, to see the Serpents and to talk tactics with FP. The Whyte Wyrm was still as you’d remember when you’d last been here, when you said goodbye to the Serpents before you’d left. You’d not had a chance to visit when you were back for Fangs’ case, so it was the first time you were seeing the bar in over ten years.

The bar was hazy with cigarette smoke and filled with the sound of Serpent chatter and the clinking of pool balls knocking against each other as the Serpents challenged each other. You spot Toni and Hogs Eye behind the bar and then your gaze flickers to where Cheryl is stood laughing with Fangs and a tall dark-haired boy, but you don’t quite remember his name.

“Y/N!” a familiar raspy voice calls from behind you and you know before you turn around that it will be FP.

“Mr Jones.” You smirk, turning around to face the Serpent leader, you had a father/daughter relationship with the dark-haired man, so this case was very personal. You had never been close with Jughead, since you were seven years older than him and he had tended to stay away from Serpent business when he was younger, but this was FP’s son, you had to get him out of this trouble.

“What do you want to drink Y/N/N?” FP asked you as he pulled you to the bar and gestured for Toni to come over and serve the pair of you.

“A vodka coke please.” You reply politely and hop up onto a bar stool, crossing one leg over the other.

“And a beer, thanks Toni.” FP shoves a bill at the pink-haired Serpent, who smiles before pushing a beer at FP and preparing your vodka coke. “This is Y/N, she is a hot shot lawyer, she used to live here, with Jug and I, but then she went to New York to become a lawyer, she comes back whenever we need her.”

“You helped Fangs, didn’t you?” Toni asks you after she’s given you your drinks, one hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side slightly, a small smile on her lips. The whole situation had been a mess and it had ended up with one of her best friends being shot.

“Well, I didn’t really need to do much, he didn’t do anything, and they had no evidence he did.” You smile back at the young Serpent, modestly replying to the question. “I’m glad he seems to be doing a lot better now.” You add turning to look at where Fangs is playing a game of pool with the tall, dark-haired Serpent you saw earlier and take a large sip of your drink.

“Oh, he’s fine now.” FP jumps in, turning to look at the young Serpent himself. Fangs looks up and catches the pair of you looking over at him and a smile takes over his face. The tanned boy turns to the tall Serpent beside him and says something glancing back at you and FP before making his way over to where you’re sat with FP.

“Hey Miss Y/L/N!” He greets you with a smile, but you internally groan at the use of ‘Miss Y/L/N’. “Thank you so much for helping me before.” The Serpent opens his arms in the offer of a hug, which you accept immediately, after setting your drink down on the bar, remember that Fangs was a very affectionate person from the short time you had spent with him five years previously.

“It’s Y/N, Fangs! Miss Y/L/N makes me feel older than I already am!” You laugh at the younger man and pick your vodka coke back up, taking another sip.

“You’re not old.” A smooth, deep voice comes from behind Fangs and he steps to the side to reveal the tall dark-haired Serpent that had been with Fangs. “You can’t be much older than us, 25, maybe?”

“Oh darling,” You let out a laugh. “I’m 28 years old, but flattery will get you everywhere.” You look the tall man over, he must be at least 6’3, maybe 6’4 and his dark hair fell in his face a little, he had a strong jaw line and extremely dark brown eyes, he was extremely attractive. He’s wearing an open red plaid shirt over a white over shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, he’s not wearing his Serpent jacket, but it’s a fairly warm night, so he didn’t need it.

“I hope it will.” The man winks at you before offering his hand. “I’m Sweet Pea.”

You’re not too shocked by the name, whether it’s a nickname or his actual name, you’re used to the strange names many Serpents go by. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m a lawyer, I’m here to help Jughead. I helped Fangs when he had some trouble before.” You reach out to shake Sweet Pea’s hand, but he catches it and brings it to his lips to press a soft kiss against the back, rather than shaking it like you had expected him to. FP smirks next to you and Fangs has a grin on his face, you raise your eyebrow in a silent question.

“You’re a classy lady Y/N, class ladies get kisses.” Sweet Pea answers, smirking a little.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the younger man and turn back to FP. “Perhaps we should go back to your trailer?” After all, you were about to discuss a case and the bar was a bit noisy to have a proper conversation. You notice Sweet Pea frown a little and you wonder if maybe he thinks the two of you have a more intimate relationship, so you’re quick to add ‘So we can talk about Jug’. It’s just because you think it’s weird than the Sweet Pea thinks you’re sleeping with a man you see as your father, it’s not because you want to seem available, it’s not. Sweet Pea is seven years younger than you, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

“Of course.” FP smiles and gulps down the rest of his beer and sets the empty bottle on the bar as you sip on the last of your vodka coke.

“It was nice to meet you Sweet Pea, and it’s always nice to see you Fangs.” You smile at the three young Serpents. “But I do have to get up to speed on Jughead’s case.”

“Will we see you around?” Sweet Pea asks, a hopeful tone to his voice and Fangs grins again at the Serpent.

“We’ll see Sweet Pea.” You finish the last of your drink and set the empty glass on the bar and turn to where FP is stood.

“Bye Y/N.” Fangs sends you a sweet smile and Toni sends you a wave from where she’s stood at the other end of the bar, lent over talking to Cheryl.

“Bye.” You say to the two Serpents before following FP out of the bar.

Part 2

Hot Shot - Sweet Pea x Reader (Part 2)

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Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No.

Summary: You’re a hot shot business lawyer and used to live in Riverdale with FP, you’re called back to help with a case involving Jughead and meet Sweet Pea, who becomes enamoured.

Part 1

A/N: Here is part 2! This is a bit of a filler part really, things need to be moved on and I don’t want to do it too quickly! Anywaaaaay, let me know if you like it! Also, my requests are open at the moment!

You sat in FP’s trailer with him, it was the critical first 48 hours of the case, so you needed to get up to speed quickly. Jughead had already been charged due to the evidence the police had already collected but you’re confident that you’ll be able to turn things around or get him a minimal punishment. As it’s Jughead’s first offence, you’re confident you’ll be able to get him back home on bail.

“Aren’t you going to ask if he did it?” FP asks you, turning his body fully to yours, hands settling on his thighs.

“You don’t think I already know?” You smirk slightly, you’re a lawyer, you have an excellent judge of character, you know how to analyse evidence and you know Jughead. “Of course he did it, but I’ll get him out of trouble anyway.”

FP let out a chuckle. “You’re right. It’s Jug, of course he did.” His hand strokes over his face with a sigh. “He’s always getting himself into trouble.”

“Well he has you for a dad, FP.” You tease lightly, placing your hand over the one that’s still on his thigh. “How are you holding up, FP?”

FP’s face falls a little, it’s clear to you that he’s not as put together as he’s trying to appear. “I’m just scared for him, Y/N. I know what it’s like to be in a jail cell and a prison cell. He’s not a strong as I am.”

“Maybe not, but he’s stronger than you think.” You give FP a small smile and one appears on his face in response.

“How’ve you been doing in the big apple?” FP smirks, he’s proud of you, he always has been. “Seeing anyone yet?”

You sigh. “Same old, same old. All of the cases are so similar, it’s frustrating.” You roll your eyes. “I’m too busy to date, the only guys I meet are other lawyers and they all think too highly of themselves.” The last boyfriend that you’d had was 3 years back and he’d gotten fed up of how little time you had for him, because you were always in the office or the court room. In the years since you’d only had a handful of hook ups, during rare nights off.

“You need to let go a little bit sometimes, Y/N.” FP chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “I know this was always your dream, but you just don’t seem happy anymore.” You’d wanted to be a lawyer for a long time, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you’d gotten into the wrong area of law. Business law was very superficial, with businesses fighting for more money and sticking knives in the back of partners and employees. After you’d made your name, and your fortune, in business law, it would be hard to change course now.

“Well, I’m not unhappy.” You frown slightly and look down at your folded hands. You had a lot going for you in life, you were a very powerful lawyer, who had a very big pay packet. There wasn’t a lot you could be unhappy about. But you were pretty lonely.

“Sweet Pea’s a good kid you know.” Your eyes snap to FP’s and your jaw drops open at his not so subtle suggestion.

“FP!” You scold incredulously. “He’s Jug’s age! He’s only 21!”

FP shrugs with a small smile. “I’m just saying!”

“Anyway!” You quickly change the subject. “I’ll go and see Jughead tomorrow and talk things through with him, let him know the game plan.”

“Thank you so much for this, Y/N. You just dropped everything and came straight away.” FP’s voice is soft, and you can tell how much it means to him that you dropped everything for his son. With FP’s case you couldn’t do too much because he had confessed and with Fangs’ case he didn’t end up needing much help, but this time you were going to really have to work for this.

“FP, you’re my family, of course I’d drop everything!” You give him a sad smile, wishing you could visit more for happier circumstances. You pull FP into a hug and he buries his head into your neck, you can feel a slight wetness on your skin, but you say nothing, instead bring a hand to the older man’s hair and stroking gently.

When FP pulls back from the embrace, his eyes are glossy, and his cheeks are slightly damp, but you say nothing still, knowing how proud the Serpent King is.

“Thank you.” He murmurs and stands to show you out of his trailer. He presses a kiss to your temple and lets you disappear into the night.

The next day you go to visit Jughead at the Riverdale Police Station. The pair of you are led to an interview room where you can speak privately.

“Jughead, it’s good to see you again.” You give the man a warm smile. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so tired or small. “If only it was under better circumstances.”

Jughead grunts slightly and regards your grey skirt suit with careful eyes. “Okay, be straight with me. How long am I looking at for this?” He asks, leaning over the table to look you in the eyes.

You set your hands on the table and clear your throat. “If you are found guilty, then it can be up to 5 years in prison and an extremely hefty fine. I am confident that I should be able to get you off your charges. I also believe that the Mayor does not have a strong case for slander, as you never lied.”

Jughead leans back in his chair with a groan, 5 years is a long time. “What if I take a plea deal?” He asks.

“It depends how good the deal is, but it would also mean saying that you did it and having a felony following you around for the rest of your life. At this point in time, I am confident I can turn the evidence around on the prosecution. We may have to revisit the idea of a plea deal in the future though.” You explain your feelings to Jughead and the young Serpent nods as he listens.

“Okay.” Jughead nods his head sharply letting his hair fall into his eyes, before peering up at you. “Aren’t you going to ask if I did do it?”

“Your dad asked me the same thing.” You let out a small laugh at the similarities of the Jones men. “I think we both already know.” You give him a pointed look before pulling some paperwork out of your bag.

“Unless you object, I’m going to get the paperwork in motion to get you released on bail so that you don’t have to stay in these cells. I’m confident you’ll be granted bail as you’re young and it’s a first time, non-violent offence.”

Jughead nods and you start to fill in the paperwork before pushing the papers to him with a pen for him to sign. He grimaces at the sight of his real name on the official paper work but scribbles his signature down and shoves the papers back at you.

“Right, that’s all for today, I’ll get these papers filed and once I know more I’ll come back to visit you.” You stand and gather your bag and the papers before knocking on the door to alert the police officer outside that you’re done with your meeting. The police officer enters the room with a grunt and handcuffs Jughead to escort him back to his cell.

As Jughead walks through the door he turns back to you. His voice is hoarse, but his eyes are soft with gratitude. “Thank you for this.” You smile at him and give a small nod in return, watching as the officer pushes him forward and they disappear further into the station where the cells reside.

You file the bail papers and leave the station, making your way to the Whyte Wyrm to regroup with FP. When you enter the bar, FP is nowhere to be found, so you make your way towards the pool table where you can see Fangs and Toni.

“Hey guys, is FP around?” You ask and the pair turn to face you.

“He’s just gone out on a job Y/N, sorry.” Fangs explains with a small shrug.

“Is there anything we can help you with?” Toni gives you a smile, knowing that you rarely come to Riverdale.

“It was just about Jughead’s case, it can wait though.” You assure them. You then feel a presence behind you and turn to see Sweet Pea standing cross armed with a smirk. Sweet Pea’s eyes flicker from your head to your toes and you suddenly feel overdressed in your suit in the Serpent bar.

“Hey there.” His voice is silky smooth, and his cool demeanour makes him seem older than his 21 years. “I was hoping I’d see you again.” You hear Fangs snigger behind you and you wonder just how many women he’s seen Sweet Pea hit on over the years.

“Well, here I am!” You laugh awkwardly, waving your arm around slightly, you never have been the best with men.

Sweet Pea chuckles and passes his pool que to Toni. “Let me buy you a drink.” He asks, more demands, nodding his head in the direction of the bar. You hesitate, he’s too young for you, too confident. He’s a gang member and you’re a lawyer. Sensing your hesitation Sweet Pea adds “Just one.” With a small pout and you can feel yourself giving in.

“Just one.” You agree.

Part 3

I Married an Idiot - Sweet Pea x Reader

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Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes! By @rainbowpoop16:  Hi! Can you write a drabble with #31 and #94 for Sweet Pea please?☺️

#31 - When was the last time we went on a date? #94 - You’re an idiot. I married an idiot. 

From this list. Requests are still open, so send whatever you like. 

Summary: You and Sweet Pea have 3 children and they’re always pulling tricks on Sweet Pea. AKA Domestic Fluff

You were sat on the rocking chair in Alex, your 6-month-old son’s room, slowly rocking back and forth and breastfeeding him, when your 3-year-old twins burst into the room, naked. Followed shortly by a flustered looking Sweet Pea, holding your daughters’ pull-ups and nightgowns. You’d tasked Sweet Pea with getting the girls ready for bed, you usually did it, but Alex had been sick for the past few days and had spent more time sleeping so his feeding patterns had shifted.

When you first found out you were pregnant, you’d assumed Sweet Pea would be a firm parent, but he’d given you that task when he’d totally melted at the sight of his babies. You’d had to become the ‘strict’ parent. You should’ve known that Ally and Ava would pull something on Sweet Pea, but you’d thought he could handle it just this once.

Ava and Ally bound over to you and try to climb onto the rocking chair. “Sweet Pea...” you start, ready to scold your husband.

“They double teamed me!” Sweet Pea shrieks incredulously, causing Alex’s eyes to fill with scared tears. “Crap, I’m sorry!” You give him a pointed look at the curse but luckily your twins are paying more attention to baby Alex.

“You’re an idiot!” You hiss, gently stroking your sons dark, fuzzy head and rocking him to get him to settle. “I married an idiot.”

Sweet Pea pouted and looked down at his bare feet. “Girls, we don’t run around naked, do we?” You turn to look at your twins, their wild, dark hair making them the spitting image of Sweet Pea.

Ava immediately ran over to your husband and let him pull her nightgown over her head and her pull-up up her legs by Ally stayed routed in her spot. Ally had always been the naughtier twin, always trying to get Ava to join in with whatever she was doing.

Sweet Pea snuck up on Ally and pulled her into the air, managing to yank her pull-up up her legs before she squirmed free and ran out of the nursery, making Sweet Pea groan. Sweet Pea shoots you a look of apology and darts out to look for your other daughter. Alex finishes feeding, and you burp him, before rocking him to sleep and placing him in his crib.

“Come on Ava, sweetie.” You pick your daughter up and she throws her little arms around your neck. As you walk to the twins’ room you can hear Sweet Pea bounding after Ally downstairs. With a chuckle you tuck Ava into bed and go to look for your husband.

“Sweets…” You raise an eyebrow at your husband who’s in a stare down with your other daughter, her nightgown still in his hand, which is comical when Sweet Pea is so much taller.

Sweet Pea lets out a whine and tosses you Ally’s nightgown before collapsing on the couch.

“Ally, if you don’t let mommy put your nightgown on and put you to bed, you won’t get dessert for a week.” You don’t often resort to blackmail with your children, but you’ve been so tired looking after a sick 6-month-old baby, you don’t have the patience for your 3-year-old’s tantrums.

Ally visibly gasps, her face paling as she thinks over the repercussions and she rushes over to you dramatically grabbing her nightgown and throwing it over her head before running upstairs.

“Really babe? Blackmail?” Sweet Pea chuckles from the couch, his arms spread over the back of it and his feet propped up on the coffee table that you’d cleaned, not two hours earlier.

“It worked didn’t it?” You smirk, gently pushing his feet off the table and settling on the couch next to him, throwing your head back against Sweet Pea’s arm.

“Hey Y/N.” Sweet Pea speaks and you could hear a hint of a frown in his voice and surely enough when you snapped your eyes open to meet his, his eyebrows were furrowed and there was a frown on his face. “When was the last time we went on a date?”

You frown yourself and look upwards trying to remember when you’d last been on a date. “I guess it must’ve been the night Alex was conceived, over 15 months ago!” Sweet Pea’s frown deepens and he’s about to speak when Alex’s wail comes over the baby monitor. You leap up and press a chaste kiss to Sweet Pea’s lips.

When you return downstairs to Sweet Pea he’s texting away furiously on his phone, a small grin on his face. “What you doing, baby?” You pout curiously, trying to look at Sweet Pea’s phone, but he immediately locks it and slides it back into his jeans.

“Just talking to Toni.” He gives you a smile and wraps his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The next day, when you come home from work, (Sweet Pea is a stay at home dad, whilst you work) your children are no-where to be found and there’s a suspicious amount of silence. Usually the twins run straight for you as soon as you step foot in the door.

“Sweet Pea?” You call out, tentatively looking around. “You didn’t snap and kill the kids, right?” You joke, toeing off your pumps.

Just then your husband appeared, dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a dark blue dress shirt. He was holding a bouquet of lilies of the valley, your wedding flower.

“The kids are with Toni and Cheryl, babe.” Sweet Pea gently pushed the flowers into your hands. “These are for you, we’re having date night.”

A smile took over your face. “Oh Pea… thank you so much.” You lean up and smash your lips against your giant of a husband’s.

“Go and get changed.” He nods his head in the direction of the stairs and pats your backside as you pass him.

When you return downstairs you’re wearing a deep burgundy dress, which hugs your curves and shows a hint of your cleavage (which has never been bigger, thanks to breastfeeding), black high heels and a light covering of makeup.

Sweet Pea’s jaw drops at your appearance and his face flushes slightly. “Maybe we should skip dinner.” Your husband mutters as he stalks towards you, before smashing his lips yours in a passionate kiss. His hands trial down your back until they rest on your backside, giving a gently squeeze he groans.

You take the opportunity to pull back and whine. “Pea! You smudged my lipstick!” You disappear into the toilet to reapply your lipstick.

“Was that a no to skipping dinner?” Sweet Pea calls out, rubbing his hand over his mouth and scowling at the lipstick that comes away onto his hand.

“You’re an idiot, Pea!” You call back, repeating your words from yesterday. “I married an idiot!”

Hot Shot - Sweet Pea x Reader (Part 3)

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Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No.

Summary: You’re a hot shot business lawyer and used to live in Riverdale with FP, you’re called back to help with a case involving Jughead and meet Sweet Pea, who becomes enamoured.

Part 1 //  Part 2

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A/N: This part is a bit shorter than the others but I wanted to get something out for you guys and I wanted to start to push Sweet Pea and the reader together. Requests are currently open too - Jas x

Sweet Pea pulls you to the bar and Hogs Eye comes over to take your order.

“So, hot shot, what’s your poison?” Sweet Pea smirks at you and you try to ignore the way that your insides twist.

“Hot shot?” You raise an eyebrow at the Serpent. “Vodka coke, please.”

“You’re a hot shot lawyer, sweetheart.” Sweet Pea grins and pulls out a couple of folded bills from him skinny jeans. “And a beer, thanks man.”

Hogs Eye grumpily makes your drinks and stalks back to the other end of the bar. “Gosh, he hasn’t changed, has he?” You chuckle fondly and take a sip of the drink Hogs Eye had put in front of you.

“Not at all.” Sweet Pea turns on his bar stool and turns you too, so your legs are in between his. “So, how do you know FP so well?” You could detect a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“My dad died when I was 14, he was a Serpent, so FP kept me on the right track. He’s like a dad to me.” You give a small, sad smile, even though it was 14 years ago, you still miss your father terribly.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” Sweet Pea awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. “You must’ve been close to Jughead then?”

You give a small shake of your head. “Not really, as you may know, he tried to stay out of Serpent business whilst he was younger, he only joined after I left. At one point he really hated me, he thought I was the reason his mom left with Jellybean.” You’re not sure why, but you feel so comfortable telling Sweet Pea such personal things. “Anyway, I don’t really remember you?”

Sweet Pea shrugs slightly. “I used to blend into the background a lot more. I had a massive growth spurt when I was 14 and toughened up a lot. You must’ve left way before then?”

You nod. “I went to New York, to law school and I’ve worked for a top business law firm since.” Your nose scrunches slightly.

“You don’t sound too happy about that?” Sweet Pea cocks his head to the side, dark eyes burning into your own (Y/E/C) ones.

You shrug and take a sip of your drink. “It was all I ever wanted when I was younger.” You bite your lip. “I’m just not sure I made the right choice with my discipline, you have to practically sell your soul with business law. You’re always helping some greedy business CEO or another. I wanted to help people but instead I’m helping greed.”

“So, change!” Sweet Pea shoots you a wide smile, wanting you to do what makes you happy.

“Oh, darling, it’s not as simple as that.” You give Sweet Pea a small smile. “It’s taken me so long to build my reputation, I can only go forward from here and not back.”

“Forward?” Sweet Pea pushed.

“To become a Judge or a firm owner.” You clarify, shaking your head. “But I’m okay with where I am right now.”

Sweet Pea shakes his head with a disbelieving chuckle and is about to call you out on your bullshit when you cut him off. “So, what’s your story, Sweet Pea?”

He gives a small eye roll at your deflection and takes a swig of his beer. “I was born here, and I’ve barely left. My mom was a great Serpent, but a shitty mother, my Gran looked after me and my little sisters. I became a Serpent for the money and to just fit in somewhere, you know?” He runs a hand through his dark hair and you can tell he’s not used to talking about himself and his story this way, but he seems more than willing to talk about it with you.

You give a nod. “I was never officially a Serpent, I don’t think FP would have ever let me do that dance, but I was an honorary member for years.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes flicker with an unreadable emotion and you wonder if he’s thinking about you doing the Serpent dance. Seconds later, he’s shaken off the look and chuckles. “No I don’t think he would’ve done.”

Before you know it you’ve been talking to Sweet Pea for hours and you’ve had four drinks, which is definitely more than the one that you had promised Sweet Pea.

One of Sweet Pea’s hands drops to your lower thigh, just above your knee and you feel your stomach turn in excitement. Your eyes snap to his hand and your face flushes slightly. You drop the hand that’s not holding your drink on top of his and let your eyes rise to meet his.

Sweet Pea gives you a small smirk and cocks his head slightly. “Why don’t you let me take you on a date?”

You sigh slightly and pull your hand back from on top of Sweet Pea’s, moving your thigh so his hand drops off. “Sweet Pea…” You give a small shake of your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows furrow with hurt. “But why? We get along well and we’re both clearly attracted to each other.” You wonder how many times Sweet Pea has been turned down in his life.

“There’s many reasons Sweet Pea. You’re too young for me to start with, I also live in New York and I’m extremely busy.” You frown yourself. “It’s not about if I like you or not, I need to be focused right now on Jughead and his case.”

“It’s only 7 years, no one is going to judge us.” A small pout appears on Sweet Pea’s face and you’re finding it hard to say no to the Serpent.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, one date.” You find yourself giving into Sweet Pea for the second time today and you’re sure that the promise of just one will probably end up turning into way more.

Sweet Pea’s hand drops back to your thigh and its thumb starts to rub circles by your knee. “I promise you won’t regret it.” You’re almost starting to believe him. The dark-haired man leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your cheek, just to the edge of your mouth.

Before you realise it yourself, you’ve pushed yourself forward into a sweet kiss with Sweet Pea. You exchange soft kisses before you pull back red faced. “I- I think I might’ve had too much to drink.” You examine your mostly empty vodka and coke glass with a frown.

Sweet Pea chuckles and pulls you back in for another kiss and you let yourself be pulled. You can just about taste him, the kisses are sweet and closed-mouthed but he tastes like beer and faintly of cigarettes, which he hasn’t had the entire time you’d been speaking.

This time it’s Sweet Pea that pulls away and you embarrassingly find yourself following his face backwards. He catches your jaw with a large hand and rubs his thumb over the corner of your mouth. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He breathes out, his dark eyes flickering over your face. The tall Serpent stands and offers you his hand. “Come on hot shot, I’ll walk you to your motel.”

Without hesitation you take his hand and let him lead you out of the Whyte Wyrm, wobbling slightly on the balls of your feet. You tell yourself it’s because of the alcohol, it’s definitely not because of Sweet Pea.

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Break Up - Sweet Pea x Reader

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Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes! By @dolansbeanies​: ‘49 and 58 with sweet pea???′

#49 – But, I said I love you. #58 – You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

From this list. I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FROM THAT LIST. General requests are still open, and I am now taking prompts from this list.

Summary: Sweet Pea has neglected his relationship with you.

Words: 560 - lil drabble

Warnings: angst :(

A/N: it hurt to write this and I didn’t really want to leave it this way, but i felt like it fit the prompt the best. I am willing to write a part 2 if anyone wants one.

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You sat silently in Sweet Pea’s trailer, him sat next to you, bowl of cereal in his hands as he watched the TV. It was the first time you’d seen Sweet Pea all week and you might as well have not been there.

“You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” Sweet Pea, your boyfriend of 8 months asked you, setting his bowl down and taking your hand in his.

You pulled your hand back, resting it on your knee, earning a hurt look from Sweet Pea. “I think we should break up.” You stated clearly.

Sweet Pea reeled back in shock, your revelation having come out of the blue, before leaning forward and taking both your hands. “Why do you want to break up?” Sweet Pea’s voice was hoarse and choked with emotion.

“You’re never here.” You replied simply. “It feels like I’m the only one in this relationship. You never show me that you care.”

“But, I’ve said I love you!” Sweet Pea pointed out. “I say it all the time!”

“You don’t though Sweet Pea.” You insisted, freeing your hands from his once more and jumping to your feet. “I can’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me. We haven’t even had sex in a month!”

“I’m busy with the Serpents!” Sweet Pea tried to excuse himself. “Sex isn’t everything!”

“No, but it’s intimate and it’s important for couples. It used to be important to you.” You scowled down at Sweet Pea. “This relationship has felt like it’s been over for the past month.”

Sweet Pea sat silently, going over what you’d said. “You really feel that way?” Sweet Pea’s voice was the softest that you’d ever heard it and his eyes were starting to water. He hadn’t deliberately neglected his relationship with you, he’d just been very busy with the Serpents.

“Yes.” Your voice didn’t waver, feeling firmly on the subject.

Sweet Pea stood up and placed himself in front of you, looking downwards to meet your eyes. “I’ll do better, I swear. I’ll be better. We can have sex right now.” Sweet Pea started to unbutton his plaid shirt, but your shaky hands came up to still his. “I love you.” Sweet Pea’s voice cracked, and a silent tear escaped his eye. “Please don’t do this.”

It was the most emotion that you’d ever seen Sweet Pea reveal throughout your whole relationship and the friendship that had come before. It was starting to hurt more than you had expected it to, not realising that Sweet Pea would react this way.

You swallowed and opened your mouth to speak but Sweet Pea cut you off. “Please, Y/N.”

You shook your head, stepping away from the tall Serpent. “No. We’re breaking up, Sweet Pea. I can’t do it anymore. I want to be first on someone’s list, not last. This is- we’re over.”

You turned to walk away from Sweet Pea, but he caught you by the wrist, forcing you to look at him once more. “Please, Y/N, don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry.” You shook your hand out of his grip and finally walked out the trailer door.

“But I said I love you!” Sweet Pea shouted after you, standing in the open doorway of the trailer.

“It’s not enough anymore, Pea. I’m sorry.” And with that you walked away, leaving a devastated boy behind.

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