Sweet Pea Garbage

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: Death, Depression, Slight Alchololism, Drug Use, Eventual Smut

Reader is Midge’s best friend. After she’s murdered, everyone else seems to have moved on. You still miss her and have trouble coping with it. You meet a tall gang member at party and he seems like a great distraction.

Kevin dragged you to this party and you couldn’t be more pissed about it. Your only saving grace is the cup of jungle juice in your hand. You’d already chugged three and you were feeling it. This one was just to replenish once your buzz wore off. Kevin was off with Betty somewhere and you’d slunk off to hide in the stairwell behind a couple making out.

You can’t help but think of Midge. She used to drag you to these things too with Moose. That seemed like a world away now. Where you were reserved and almost always caught with a resting bitch face, Midge was a smiley ball of sunshine. When she’d first dragged you into the playground with her in second grade you’d been determined not to like her.

Sometimes, when you missed her so much it hurt, you wish she’d never smiled at you that day.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear landed on your hand and then into your cup.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath and wiped at the tears quickly. You got up and carefully made you way past the couple and to the bathroom where you had to kick out another couple just about to go at it.

You slammed the door behind you and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your red eyes could be explained by the jay you’d smoked off of someone outside but the tear streaks you hadn’t wiped at yet we’re clear. Your shift your expression in the mirror from sadness back to blank and then put on your mask for the rest of the world.

“She’s not half as mean as she looks,” Midge would tell everyone. You can almost hear it in her voice.

With that, you leave the bathroom and run right into a hard body.

“Jesus watch where you’re-“ you begin and then look up to who you’d run into.

Fangs stares back at you, shock written on his face. You’re sure you look that way too until you wipe it off your expression. You turn to leave but he grabs you by the arm softly. You hadn’t seen him since the riots. It had all gone so fast. Midget had just died and word got out she was cheating on Moose with a Serpent. Everyone had gone on a witch hunt and of course came to you demanding a name.

You’d played dumb. Lied about Midge not telling you anything but you knew it was Fangs. You also knew he was in deep with her and wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head. Telling Reggie and his goons would just mean they’d hurt him.

It didn’t make a difference because Fangs got shot anyways. You hadn’t spoken to him since the moments before he’d gotten shot.

You yank your arm free harder than you meant to,”I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely,” Just had my last check up. I’m all healed up.”

“Good,” you say, you mean it but talking to him makes you hurt remembering Midge.

“Look, after everything happened I never got a chance to properly thank you for not ratting me out.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding,” Yeah, well. It’s what she would’ve wanted.”

“You could’ve just given me up but you didn’t. I won’t forget that.”

You scoff, “What difference does it make? Midge is still dead and you got shot. My silence did nothing.”

You stare at the wal behind him, flashes of blood and knives, and screaming going through your head.

“Are you okay?”

You snap your eyes back to Fangs, “Fine.”

“Are you here with anyone? I came with some of my friends if you wanna-“

“There you are!”

You turn to see Kevin coming towards you and taking you by the arm,” I’ve been looking all over. I’m about to do shots.”

Kevin looks between you and Fangs,” Sorry am I interrupting?”

“Nope,” you say quickly and shot Kevin the fakest smile,” Lead me to the shots.”

Kevin pulls you away talking your ear off and you don’t look back. People say hi to you throughout the house and you greet them back. You see several bulldogs crowded around a table with tequila shots and lime.

“Shit looks like the jocks got to them first.”

“You think I’m gonna let Bulldogs stop me,” you say and untangle from him, pushing between two football players and finding yourself across from Reggie Mantle.

He smirks when he sees you and you’re sure you scowl as your eyes narrow.

“Well, well, well Bulldogs it looks like we’ve got a new challenger. You up for it sweetheart?”

You’re suddenly very aware that they’ve created a spectacle of all this. There’s a bunch of Riverdale student cheering it on and you’ve caught yourself in the middle of it.

“What’s the rules Mantle?” You asks, refusing to be unfazed.

“That’s cute. No rules. Shots until you can’t anymore. You vs me. What do you say?”

You don’t hate Reggie. At least you didn’t used to. He was more an asshole in the periphery of your vision. Of course being friends with your best friend boyfriend meant Midge had dragged you on double dates hoping you’d click but Reggie was simple and you were not down to be his arm candy.

Then after Midge had been killed in the middle of your deepest grief he’d cornered you with a bunch of his Bulldogs and demanded you give him the name of the Serpent Midge was cheating with. You’d been crying and screaming and traumatized and his bullshit had sent you over an edge.

You hadn’t really come back since.

“You’re on,” you say and there’s something heavy in the air. Someone starts to count down and once your hear zero you slam back the first shot and then the second and then the third and the fourth and the fifth and Reggie is coughing and sputtering at that point but there’s eight shots laid out and you finish all of them. Everyone cheers around you and you don’t care as they pay you on the back. You’re staring right at Reggie and hoping he sees how much you hate him.

Kevin is the one to drag you away from it, yelling over the music about how much you just drank and asking if you’re okay.

“Fine!” you yell and then Kevin pauses and looks to someone and you follow his eyes to Moose. They both smile.

You knew they were fucking and you had no right to be mad but you were always angry nowadays and Kevin just so happened to be here.

“You two are really fucking obvious,” you say and Kevin snaps his head to you with wide eyes, “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Look I didn’t mean for it to happen especially after-“

You yank yourself free of him, “Don’t say her name.”

You’re not sure where you’re going but then you find yourself back in the kitchen with the Bulldogs and getting more jungle juice.

You feel him beside you before you see him. It pisses you off you’ve been around him enough times to know his cologne.

“It was kind of hot that you beat me.”

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you say without looking at him.

“Look I get that you hate me. I do. But can’t we move past it all. We had a lot of fun.”

You didn’t think you could get any angrier but you did.

“I think you think you get just how much I hate you but you don’t. And let me make it clear, I didn’t have fun when we fucked. I was drunk and you were the closest thing with a dick.”

He looks upset for just a moment before he smirks, “Well it looks like I’m the closest thing again. Wanna go for another round?”

You leaned close to him, making him think his charms had worked and then you stopped, eyes fierce,” Fucking me doesn’t count as an I’m sorry I started a panic that made Midge’s mother shoot someone and forget that the reason everything started in the first place was because your best friend died. You might not have killed Midge but you made damn sure finding her murdered became about everything else but her. Everyone forgot Midge and I blame you, you fucking idiot.”

“Everything okay here?”

You don’t look away from Reggie but you recognize Fangs’ voice. Reggie looks from you to him and you know somethings about to start.

“Fangs, how you doing buddy?”

“Fine,” he said curtly as you still stared down at Reggie, daring him to do something so you had a reason to make a scene, “Y/N are you good?”

“Why wouldn’t she be good Fogarty?”

“Because she looks like she wants to kill you.”

You snap out of it then and mumble out that you’re fine before downing more jungle juice.

“You know just because you feel bad doesn’t mean you gotta follow her around?” Reggie said and then tried to protectively put his arm around you. You shove him off much harder than you intend and send him onto the floor

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you slur out as the kitchen goes quiet, watching the scene unfold.

“Why are you so mad at me?” Reggie screamed, pulling himself up from the floor and making you jump back at his anger, “I’m not the one who was fucking Midge!”

It’s a different type of silent now at the mention of her name. Everyone knew The Black Hood went after your best friend because she was cheating on Moose with Fangs, an act deemed immoral by the serial killer. You never judged her for it, pushed her to do right by Moose because he was a good guy, but never judged her.

Reggie definitely was.

“If you want someone to be mad at, be mad at the guy that stuck his-“

Reggie doesn’t have a chance to finish because your fist is in his nose. You’re cursing at him and swinging and you can feel yourself being pulled back from him but whoever it is isn’t strong enough. You lurch out of their grip and tackle Reggie, hitting him again and again.

“Don’t you fucking put it on her,” you’re screaming, “Don’t you dare blame her!”

Before you can register it you’re being picked up around your waist and hauled off, still kicking and screaming.

“Put me down,” you yell, trying to pry the arms that carry you outside into the cool night air.

Finally, you’re set down on the porch and you whip around to see a frantic Fangs and Sweet Pea.

“Jesus you’re stronger than you look,” Sweet Pea mumbles, catching his breath.

“Look,” Fangs began gently, blocking your path back inside, “As much as I’d love to see Reggie get a black eye this isn’t you. You’re drunk and you’re angry and-“

“How about you don’t tell me what I am and move out of my way?” you growl at him, arms crossed.

“Midge wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“Midge is dead,” you replied, voice cold, “And I don’t need you to-“

You stop, eyebrows knitting together.

“What’s wrong?” Fangs asked.

You turn and throw your face over the porch as you violently throw up the contents of your stomach.

“I’m gonna go get her some water. Just don’t leave her side,” you hear Fangs say.

You hate being this girl. You didn’t used to drink this much and you certainly weren’t this angry when you did. It just made things easier.

You finally stop, catching your breath and groaning off the side of the balcony.

“Ew,” you mumble to yourself.

“You good?”

You’d forgotten Sweet Pea was still there to watch you. You had no right to be angry with him...or Fangs. So you resigned yourself to the exhaustion fighting its way into your body.

“Fine,” you throw over your shoulder, straightening up and running your hands back through your hair.

“You don’t look fine.”

You glare at him over your shoulder, faltering back a bit, still drunk, “Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m really fucking tired of people telling me that.”

Sweet Pea chuckles to himself, “You’re fun when you’re pissed.”

You go quiet, making him feel bad. Slowly, he came to stand next to you.

“For real, how’ve you been doing?”

You look to him. You hadn’t spoken to him since Fangs got shot. When Fangs and Midge had first hooked up, you’d found yourself awkwardly with him as both of your best friends made out across the room at the White Wyrm. He’d cracked a joke and made you laugh. You’d thought he was cute back then.

“I just punched Reggie Mantle in the face and threw up. How do you think I’m doing?”

“Well only one of those things sounds like it wasn’t fun,” he teased and you chuckled under your breath, “Oh look she still smiles.”

You half heartedly glare at him and he smiles down at you, all teeth and big, brown eyes and you can’t have the heart to be mad anymore. Vaguely you start to remember the time you’d danced with each other at a party. It seemed like a world away.

“Thank you,” you say hesitantly.

He shrugged, “You didn’t rat Fangs out and you really didn’t have to be there when he got shot...but you were. Makes you alright in my book.”

You scoffed, “Just alright?”

“Well you do go around punching people so I gotta wait before I give you the full okay.”

“Afraid I’ll turn on you,” you teased, the alcohol on your blood and on your breath making you confident as you stepped closer to him and his eyes darken enough for you to hold your breath.

“Promises, promises,” he drawls, and you’re fresh out of air in your lungs.

The door opens and you don’t realize just how close you’ve gotten to Sweet Pea. You take a step back as Fangs comes out with a bottle of water. He raises a brow at Sweet Pea who pretends like nothing had happened.

“I got you some water,” Fangs said and handed it to you. You quickly began to drink it down, grateful. When you’re done you look to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely, “You didn’t deserve me yelling at you.”

He looks down at his feet, “Not really sure what I deserve right now.”

You know what he means and suddenly you can see the guilt and grief that hangs over you is right above his head as well, darkening you both. All the time you’d been avoiding Fangs and he might be the only one who really, truly understood just how you felt about losing Midge. Sure, Moose was her boyfriend but you and Fangs shared the same guilt in the thing the Black Hood has judged her for. She cheated on Moose with Fangs and you watched her do it, you lied for her, you were by her side when you went to meet him. You weren’t the ones that killed her but it felt like it sometimes.

“It wasn’t your fault.” It tumbled out before you lose the nerve and then you’re reaching out to squeeze his hand. He takes it, giving you a squeeze back and a small smile.

Something bubbles in your chest and you let go more forcefully than you intended.

“Nights still young,” Sweet Pea said, breaking the tension, “y’all still down to party?”

“Fuck it,” you mumble and you’re the first one back into the house

You find yourself at the beer pong table. You slink the last shot right into the final cup in your game. Sweet Pea and you are on the winning team and just beat Cheryl and Toni. Sweet Pea hollers and pick you up, spinning you around. He’s caught up to you in how drunk you are.

He puts you down, quickly and yells over the cheers, “Don’t throw up!”

“Fuck you,” you yell and shove him at his chest playfully. He grabs your hand and holds it there, making intense eye contact with you.

“Got room for another game.”

Your moments broken up by a particularly pissed looking Reggie with a bruised nose. You snort a laugh, too drunk to be angry anymore.

“Not enough that a punched you in the face you want me to wreck you at beer pong too, Mantle?” you call out, laughing and taunting him as you down what’s in your cup.

“I could wreck you sweetheart,” Reggie says, lewdly scanning your body.

“Mantle you wanna fuck off,” Sweet Pea said calmly, arms crossed.

Reggie looks from Sweet Pea to you, his smile unnerving, “Careful, bro. She’s pretty but she might punch you in the face next.”

You recover quickly and drawl, “Oh my god you think I’m pretty.”

Moose comes to his side, pulling him away and looking at you with an apologetic look. It was the only way he ever looked at you now.

“C’mon bro that’s enough,” Moose said, tugging Reggie away.

Reggie pointed to Sweet Pea with a smirk, “She’s a real handful when she’s mad but she’s a great time.”

Luckily no ones paying attention to the drunk Bulldog this time. You know Sweet Pea hears it though because he looks from Reggie to you with a raised brow. Your jaw clenched and you start to walk away but Sweet Pea stops you. You hate that he made you feel ashamed of yourself. You hate Reggie for making you remember this drunk, angry girl is not who you are.

“Wanna get out of here?”

There’s tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and you’re suddenly very aware of how loud it is in here, back leaning against a wall.

You look up at him and wipe it all away to smirk and bat your lashes, “I want you to take me somewhere to fuck me.”

His brows shoot off his head, “Don’t fuck me to get back at Reggie.”

“I’m fucking you because you look like you want it about as much as I do,” you’re pushing it. You know that but Sweet Pea smiles and leans down until his lips are at your ear.

“If you did wanna piss Reggie off look at him right now,” he whispers in your ear, hands coming up to grab at your waist. You find Reggie over Sweet Pea’s shoulder, glaring at the two of you. You smirk at him just as Sweet Pea pulls back to look at your face, forcing your attention to him.

“Was he looking?” he asked though his eyes are on your lips, the last thing in his mind Reggie Mantle.

“Yeah,” you manage as the hulking boy in front of you puts a hand at your jaw, tilting your face up.

“Good, let’s give him a show.”

He kisses you deep, thumb brushing at your cheek and pulling you so close you gasp. In the space of your parted lips, his tongue meets yours. All thoughts other than the Serpent holding you leave your head. He’s a good kisser, a great kisser and he’s everywhere. Your back presses into the wall and you find yourself fisting your hands in his shirt, trying to pull him closer but there’s no more space for you two to close between you.

He brings a leg forward, making you part yours for him. There’s a whimper in your ears and you realize it’s you. He chuckles, dangerous and low against your mouth.

“You okay baby girl?”

You nod, eyes still closed.

“Look at me.”

You pull your gaze to his and if you couldn’t hear your heartbeat before you can now looking into his eyes, pupils blown wide and gaze heavy lidded on you. He puts his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“When I fuck you, it’s going to be because you want me so bad you can’t take it. Not because we’re drunk and you want to piss off Reggie.”

He kisses you one last time, slow and sweet instead of with the sloppy heat of before. He finds your hand entangling with his.

When he pulls away your gaze at him is soft.

You’re a friend of Toni’s. When Riverdale merged with Southside, you were nice to her despite the Serpent jacket on her shoulders. Nice to everyone. On the sidelines of it all and not in the drama.

Sweet Pea notices you anyway. All hips and curly hair with big brown eyes. You’re wearing bright green pants and a cropped tank top, casually the most gorgeous thing at this party Toni and Fangs had dragged him to.

He can’t stop himself from looking down at your lips when Toni introduces you for the first time. The lips that are smiling as he comes back up to look at your eyes.

He’s like walking sex in his leather jacket, hulking over you and smirking as he regards you for the first time.

You both like what you see. Fangs and Toni exchange a knowing look.

You get lost from him for awhile in the crowd. He finds you again after smoking a blunt and chugging three beers. You’re pouring yourself a tequila shot.

“Drinking alone?”

“I don’t have to be,” you reply and grab his hand and a lime wedge. He watches as you put salt on him then lick it away, eyes on his with a smile before you down your drink and suck on the lime.

His cock twitches in his jeans.

And then his lips are on yours.

And then he’s on his knees, face between your legs, your head against the bathroom mirror as he pulls you to the very edge of the counter.

You’re both drunk and desperate. He’s sloppy and tongue fucking you, nose pressed against your clit.

When you come on his tongue, pulling at his hair, and moaning, he comes up with you covered on his face and you don’t hesitate to give him an open mouth kiss.

You’re dizzy from the orgasm and the alcohol and his hands on you.

“One more baby girl. I know you can give me one more.”

Pulls a condom from his pocket and tears it open with his teeth, desperate to be inside you.

You almost scream from pleasure when he pulls himself inside of you. He’s huge and you’re sensitive and it’s such a delicious hurt.

He’s slow at first, fucking into you hard and deep. Pants around his ankles and yours somewhere on the floor. You underwear is hanging off your left ankle.

“Harder,” you beg,” Jesus fuck me harder.”

He grabs your thighs and hitched them around his waist. You’re delirious as he thrust and hits that spot in you.

You see stars.

His lips find your ear and one hand travels between you to find your overworked clit.

“I wanted to fuck you the second I saw you. Couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d make you come. God I just wanted to make you come.”

“Make me come,” you chant like a prayer, hands fisted in his hair,” Make me cum, baby boy.”

The name brings a growl from his throat and he bites you, fingers speeding up the coil builds and builds until your wound too tight and exploding. You bury your screams in his shoulder, tears in the corners of your eyes and he just keeps going, keeps fucking you and you swear you’re still coming until he finds his release, gripping your thighs like you’ll run away.

You two are still when it’s over. Panting and trembling while he’s still inside you. You stop clutching his hair and just strokes it as he buries his face under yout chin. He listens to the rise and fall of your chest and plants kisses on the exposed skin.

“That was-“ you begin, unsure in the silence.

“Fucking perfect,” he finishes and looks up to press a hard kiss to your lips. Your lips pull into a smile against his.

He’s still covered in you and you can taste it on him. His eyes widen when you lick his chin, your tongue on his skin for the second time that night. This time you have a different salt in your taste.

“Like how you taste sweetheart?”

“I like licking you,” you practically purr and he knows he’ll be hard again in an hour. He wants you to be there when he is.

He grabs you by the chin, gently but just hard enough it still turns you on.

“Let’s go back to my place. Give me an hour and I’ll be good to go again.”

“And what’re we gonna do for an hour, baby boy.”

He pulls out of you, leaving you achingly open and you whimper despite yourself.

He puts his lips to your ear, “Just because I need a break doesn’t mean you’re getting one.”

This boy absolutely wrecks you all night, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body. Finally, you have to beg him that you can give no more. That you’re over sensitive and wrung out from his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

He pulls one more from you, lazy and slow from behind because he can’t get enough and then let’s you sleep in his arms, the both of you covered in hickies, spit, sweat, and cum.

When you wake up, you’re both shy for a second until he leans down and kisses you again. It’s open mouthed, slow, and lazy.

One more round and then you go to pops for breakfast. You talk for a bit in the afterglow, his arms around you. You’d seen him around at school. Thought it was about time someone stood up to Reggie. You told him you didn’t care he was a Serpent. It was just you and your Mom and though you lived in Riverdale you weren’t the perfect house on the good streets girl.

He tells you about how much he cares about Toni and Fangs. Where his dogs tags came from. Why he’s on his own. His name isn’t really Sweet Pea and he doesn’t really know why he tells you.

You’re tangled limbs and messy hair as you hold each other.

Okay, two rounds. You tried to get up and get dressed but the blankets had fallen off your naked body and Sweet Pea hadn’t been able to stop himself from pulling your back and kissing all the marks he left on you.

“This waffle is the second best thing I’ve eaten this morning,” he says, looking at you with a smirk and you almost choke on your omelette.

God you like him.

Or maybe you’re dick whipped.

He gives you his number when he drops you off at your place and kisses you one last time. He’s parked a few blocks down. Your Mom thinks you were with Toni all night.

“What’re you doing tonight?” he asks, cupping your cheek.

You hum against his lips, eyes fluttered close, “Taking a break from you, baby boy.”

He chuckles, “Not for that. For a date.”

You open your eyes to look at him and smile, “Pick me up at 7.”

Your parents and your grandparents and your great grandparents have all been serpents. You had a name to live up to at Southside and you lived up to it.

If you weren’t respected, you were feared. Anyone who’d started a fight with you got there ass kicked so no one started a fight with you.

Which was funny because you didn’t look all that menacing. You were a really pretty face but most knew not to let that fool them.

Sometimes a Ghoulie who didn’t know his place would try and make a lewd pass at you, cupping his dick and screaming out things he wanted to do you.

One day at Southside, Sweet Pea saw it and was about to step in but Fangs put a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“She’s a Serpent dude. We help our own,” Sweet Pea had said, confused why his friend and none of the other Serpents were doing anything. In fact, they all looked amused.

“You’ve never seen Y/N handle shit then.”

You had the Ghoulie face first in a locker in no time, easing his nose into the metal and then pulling his head back and slamming him forward. When you let him go he crumpled, nose bleeding.

You kicked him again for good measure and continued walking on. A few Serpents high fived you and clapped you on the back but you hadn’t even flinched. He watched as you walked to class like nothing had happened.

He was a goner.

He finds himself lingering on you in the halls, during lunch, and the classes you share.

He wants to talk to you so bad but aside from both being Serpents you didn’t really know one another. He’d heard of you sure but you two hadn’t interacted much.

You walk into the White Wyrm one night with a few of your friends. Sweet Pea watches you from the pool table for a moment. He’s always had game. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard to talk to you.

He can finally see your serpent tattoo, a snake that winds it way down your side which is exposed in a sheer top.

Spends all night trying to figure out what to say to you.

“Got room for one more.”

You’re standing there, pool cue in hand and a smirk on your face.

“I was just about to tap out actually,” Fangs said and shot Sweet Pea a wink when you weren’t looking.

God bless Fangs Fogarty.

You beat him at pool two times in a row.

Loser buys fries.

He’s the loser and he’s not mad about it at all

You take his phone and tap your number into it at the end of the night.

He text you the next day after agonizing over what to send you with Toni.

You’re not nearly as terrifying as you what everyone to think you are.

He bonds with you over that.

You both quickly understand you don’t have to be tough with each other.

Friends first and Sweet Pea is okay if it never goes any further.

Longing glances, brushing fingers, late night talks.

Sweet Pea wants more. It was a crush and now you’re all he thinks about.

He opens his mouth to confess to you outside the Wyrm one night but you interrupt him.

“I want to be more than friends and if you don’t that’s okay but I can’t imagine being with anybody else. You understand me and I-“

You’re absolutely rambling. Face hot. He cut you off with a kiss.

Both of you are a breathless by the time you pull away, mouth open in shock.

“I like you too, Y/N...a lot.”

You were a student at Riverdale High but you didn’t much care for the music scene there. It was all acoustic guitars and covers of songs. You were more into punk and indie rock.

You play the bass and sing. Your two best friends play the drums and electric guitar respectively in your band.

You get a gig on what the kids at your school would call the bad side of town. You don’t care. You’re excited as fuck.

When the day comes around you pull up to the venue carrying your bass guitar on your back and equipment from the back of the van with your band members. You read the sign, “White Wyrm” and smirk. You love it the second you walk in.

Sweet Pea had come in tonight with Toni and Fangs hearing a band had gotten hired for the night.

He watched you way longer than he’d care to admit as he played pool. He even messed up a few shots. He couldn’t help himself. You were gorgeous. Hair thrown up in a half hazard bun, nose piercing, ripped jeans and a leather jacket which you’d stripped off once the beads of sweat gathered on your forehead.

Finally, you were ready to go. You introduce the band and at first no one’s really paying attention. Then your voice starts and every head in the place whips to the stage. Sweet Pea was already looking.

You sing deeply, in your chest and your eyes look far off as if the crowd isn’t there. You’re haunting. Then the song really starts and you’re playing your bass like it’s nothing, commanding space, belting out notes, the bun falls from your head and your wild curls are out.

He’s a goner.

“Baby, just burn me,” you sing and look right at him when you do it. He isn’t sure if you really see him or if you’re just looking in his direction but then you smirk and just keep looking at him.

Toni hits him on the shoulder a little harder than usual because she definitely had a thing for you too. It was too late, the tall boy in the leather jacket with a snake on his neck had caught your eye.

By the time you’d ran though your set, the whole bar was cheering. After you’d gotten everything in the van your band agreed to stay and mingle for a little bit.

Sweet Pea just smirks when you come towards him. You’d started this game on stage and now it was like you knew each other a little bit.

“Y/N” you say simply, looking him up and down. Toni and Fangs can feel that they shouldn’t be staring as hard as they are but you two are magnetic.

“Sweet Pea,” he replied, throwing you the same look back.

You grin. “What?” Sweet Pea ask, unsure of what he said that made you so happy.

“I’m gonna write so many fucking songs about you, baby boy. I know it.”

Baby boy shoots something in every nerve in his body.

An hour later after two rounds of pool, longer glances, flirtation, and a drink, you tell your band mates you’re heading out.

Sweet Pea takes you back to his trailer that night. It’s Friday night. You don’t sneak back into your house until Sunday afternoon, walking a little funny.

You’re inseparable after that.

Comes to every one of your gigs.

Has your band t shirt.

He gives you his dog tags to wear on stage for luck.

If someone tries to flirt with you after the show he gives you a hard kiss and grips your ass right off the stage.

Y’all shove Varchie right out of the way as top power couple when he transfers to Riverdale High. How can you not? Y’all are so hot together it’s obnoxious.

You do write a lot of songs about him.

You call him baby boy because you know it wrecks him every time. Fangs and Toni make fun of him for it.

He doesn’t give a shit.

You perform at La Bonne Nuit on his birthday. “Happy birthday baby boy. I wrote you a song.”

He’s blushing but he can’t wipe the grin off his face.

“Baby boy with the leather jacket. Likes it when I tell him I’m in love. Baby boy with the leather jacket likes it when I say his name and scream out let’s fucking wreck this place.”

The chorus is just you singing baby boy over and over again and God he fucking loves you. The whole speakeasy sings along and he’s never felt so loved.

That night, in the comfort of his trailer. Alone and tangled in each other after several rounds, you look up at him and smile.

“What?”

Reader and Sweet Pea Types of Kisses Prompts

Warnings: (last one is smutty)

Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wakeup call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.

It’s rare, but the nights where (Y/N) can stay over are always the best. Sweet Pea is late for school more often than not but whenever she sleeps over, she can wake him up with no trouble. Her alarm goes off and she immediately turns over, eyes closed to ghost her lips over the first piece of him she can come in contact with. He groans and her eyes aren’t even open yet but she knows he’s starting to smile as she presses kisses to his cheek, chin, and neck.

“Time to get up,” she whispers, eyes opening to meet his, “C’mon babe. You can’t be late again.”

He’ll pull her into his arms and roll her on top of him, “Let’s just stay in bed all day.”

“Oh if only we could,” she whispered and stood up off the bed as he whined, “You know if you don’t come to school today you won’t see me in the new dress I bought. It’s kind of short but-”

He was up and out of bed in record time.

Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other’s a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces as one waits for the other to make a move.  

“Okay so what was the most major event of the War of 1812?” (Y/N) asked, flashcard in hand as she sat next to Sweet Pea on the couch, rubbing his back, “Come on, babe, you know this.”

“I don’t,” he groaned in frustration.

“Look at me,” she said and grabbed his face in her hands to look him in the eye, “You’re more than capable of getting this. I know you are. Stop letting all of your frustrations keep you from doing this.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. You are smart and I’ll keep telling you til you believe it. Now War of 1812?”

“White House burned when the British troops entered DC,” he said and she grinned, “I love you.”

Immediately, her smile dropped and her eyes softened into wide saucers, “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated as her hands never left his face. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers as she remained frozen.

“Say it again,” she finally said in shock.

“I love you,” he repeated, sharing one breath as they stayed completely still, “I love you, (Y/N).”

She broke out into a grin, “I love you too.”

Their lips crashed, both of them pulling into a smile as they held each other close.

Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

Sweet Pea watched as (Y/N) carefully painted her canvas for her final art project. The way her forehead wrinkled in concentration and paint smudged her hands, blue streaked on her cheek without her noticing. He looked at the clock and sighed in disappointment. He never wanted to leave the stool next to her.

“Go so you won’t be late for your meeting,” she reminded him without looking up from her canvas, “Toni says you’re always coming in late to Serpent meetings now and she’s starting to blame me.”

“Yeah, well, she should,” he said, packing his things and slinging his backpack over his shoulder as she quirked a brow, carefully painting a curved line.

“Oh, yeah, and why is that?” she asked, her lips curving up.

“You’re so damn cute when you’re concentrating,” he said, leaning in so his breath fanned her cheek and she stilled, pretending to ignore him as he studied her face from the side, “C’mon gorgeous. Kiss me goodbye.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Every time I give you a goodbye kiss it turns into a makeout session and then one of us is late to something.”

He pouted, “C’mon sweetness. One kiss. Don’t break my heart like that.”

She turned to him, shooting death glares, “Okay one-”

His lips were on hers before she could finish. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she put hers around his shoulders, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

She pulled away and he was biting back a smile, chewing on his lip, “Okay, one more.”

Fangs and Toni found them still locked together ten minutes later as Toni busted into the art room.

“Jesus Christ, you two give it a rest,” Toni yelled but smiling at the two of them nonetheless and Sweet Pea stood up, taking her lips with him as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“Pea, you’ll literally be back here in an hour,” Fangs said, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “Let the girl breathe.”

(Y/N) laughed, and Sweet Pea finally let her go, shooting Fangs the finger. He strode away, a grin on his face as he wiped away some of her lipstick from his lips with his thumb. He ran back and grabbed her chin to give her one last peck before he actually made it out the door.

Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.

Sweet Pea has a temper. He’s never tried to hide that from (Y/N) or anyone. He’d certainly never turn it on her, but once he gets going it’s nearly impossible to calm him down.

It was a hard day for him. He’d barely slept because he’d been studying all night. He was in a fight with his mother and (Y/N) hadn’t had time to really talk to him besides their customary good morning kiss at school. Needless to say, he was practically itching for anything to get it out.

Thankfully, (Y/N) strolled in. The second her eyes landed on him, her whole face lit up. It was still new to him that anyone was that happy to see him. Let alone a girl like her.

She immediately came over to him on his place at the couch and sat next to him, letting him sling his arm around her shoulder.

“Thank God,” Toni said with a smirk, “We thought we were going to have to find a wall for him to punch.”

(Y/N) chuckled and kissed his cheek. He felt his whole body relax from head to toe.

“Sorry I’ve been busy all day,” she said sweetly as he smiled at her, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, babe,” he said and gave her a soft peck on the lips, as she cuddled into him and he wrapped his arm around her waist. They engaged in easy conversation with Toni and Fangs, Jughead and Betty joining them along with Archie, Veronica and Kevin.

Reggie came in not too long after and hardly any of them noticed until he said, “Jesus, you two get a room.”

Comments like that were usually directed at Archie and Veronica but this time Reggie was looking at Sweet Pea and (Y/N). One look at him, and she knew exactly what he was trying to do. They were no more affectionate then the other couples with them and just like many of the times Sweet Pea and Reggie were in the same room, one of them was itching to start a fight.

“You wanna say that again, Mantle?” Sweet Pea asked, his voice low as his eyes glared up at Reggie, crossing his arms beside them.

“Yeah, actually,” he said, his eyes flicking to (Y/N) for only a moment, “Some of us don’t wanna watch (Y/N) get herself dirty on a Southsider.”

A few of his Bulldog goons made an ooh noise and (Y/N) could practically feel Sweet Pea’s whole body tense from head to toe. His fist clenched at her side.

Thinking fast, (Y/N) gave Reggie a fake smile, “Oh you think this is dirty?”

Before anyone had time to react, (Y/N) climbed into Sweet Pea’s lap and kissed him with all she had. Out of instinct, his arms wrapped around her waist and she tangled her hands in his hair, tugging it hard. He made a growl sound in the back of his throat and she pulled away to look at Reggie before going back in.

Toni and Fangs hollered as Veronica wolf whistled.

“Am I still gay?” Kevin asked out loud.

She heard him walk off in a huff before she let Sweet Pea go and settled back into his side. He stared straight ahead in shock as (Y/N) smiled smugly.

“Damn (Y/N),” Veronica added, “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah me neither,” she replied, her face hot but proud nonetheless.

“You good buddy?” Fangs asked, laughing his ass off at his best friend.

“Yup,” he said and then grabbed his things and (Y/N) hand before pulling her up and out of the lounge.

“Can’t Get Enough of You” Kiss- It’s the type of kiss where they are all you can see. Your bodies are on fire. Your hands are everywhere and nothing- absolutely nothing else matters.

(Y/N) can feel Pea smiling against her neck in the bathroom of the house party they’re at. They’d snuck upstairs in a drunken haze to get somewhere to make out without being whistled at or a Bulldog offering Sweet Pea a high five.

But now, as her hands fist his leather jacket, holding herself from teetering into the sink and Sweet Pea keeps pulling little whimpers from her every time their lips disconnect and his teeth scrape her skin, she things maybe being in public would do them some good.

His hands move from her waist to her thighs, opening her up wider for him to settle between her legs. He pulls back to look at her, lips swollen, eyes gazed over and wondering why the hell isn’t he still kissing her.

“Come here,” she whispers, trying to pull him back with a gentle hand on his neck.

“(Y/N),” he said sternly and eyes still on her as he runs his hands up under her dress and finds the edges of her underwear. He smiles as she gasp, unable to look away.

“Is this okay?”

She nods feverishly as he hooks his hands into it and pulls it down her legs until the lacy scrap is around her ankles. He takes them and tucks them into his pocket, smirking at her.

He hand tangled in her hair and tugs back so she has to look up at him. He leans close, lips hovering over hers as they share one breath.

These moments always shock something out of her. He’s got something in him that wants her, all of her, and it sees the part of her that wants all of him. Usually he’s so careful to be gentle but when he’s like this, kind of tipsy, absolutely rabid for her, and a little dominant, she can’t resist him.

“Are you wet for me, (Y/N) ?”

She nods and his hand finds her wet and hot without her underwear in the way. She cries out and he swallows it with a hungry kiss, teeth gnashing, lips surely to be bruised.

“Say it, (Y/N)” he says between kisses, trailing down the skin of her neck.

“I’m wet for you,” she confesses and suddenly he takes his exploring hand away from her. She wants to cuss him out for teasing her until he brings the two fingers that had been swirling in her wetness to his lips and just licks them clean.

Something possesses her and (Y/N) grabs him by the collar, hand ghosting that damn tattoo as she kisses him. The taste of her on his lips sends shivers down her spine.

When they let go, he leans into her ear, “We’re leaving this party right now, you’re going to put that wet pussy on the back of my bike, and when we got home, I’m going to eat you out until you can’t remember your name - just mine.”