House Call

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Sweet Pea is really sick (fever, vomit, nauseous) and Reader takes care of him

Sweet Pea hadn’t sent you his good morning text and you’re growing more worried when by lunch you’ve heard nothing from him, and even Fangs and Toni don’t know anything, saying he hadn’t even been out of his trailer.

You know he’ll be a little annoyed that you’re skipping class, but if he’s really in trouble you know it’s better you check on him now than wait and risk something worse happening.

Sweet Pea answers the door, pushing you back and you’re about to complain but he just vomits down the side of his trailer.

“Oh that’s so fucking gross.” You wait for an explanation but he doesn’t say anything, just stumbling back into the trailer leaving the door open.

“God Sweet Pea, I can understand why you haven’t talked to me today.” You comment, and pick the tied up trash bags that are piled by the door. You’re pretty sure they’re just filled with vomit.

“Y/N?” Sweet Pea looks up when you enter back in.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Headache.”

“Mhm, well you’re probably dehydrated and sick.”

“Fix it.” He whines a little and you laugh nodding and then gesturing to the couch.

“Let’s get you lying down and we can go from there.” You assure and as he lies down you go over to the sink to soak a rag to place on his forehead.

He sighs when it touches his forehead and you don’t need to touch his forehead to know he has a fever you could feel it from a foot away.

“Do you still feel like you’re going to puke?” Sweet Pea cracks an eye away before he shrugs a little.

“Not really.” He mumbles and you nod, replacing the trash bag in the can in case he pukes again. You don’t mention food, mentioning it earlier had made him dry heave for twenty minutes and all you’d said was something about toast. You’re debating turning on the tv but with how he winces as you move around the house you know it’s not a good idea.

He falls asleep almost right away when you sit on the couch letting his head rest on your lap and petting his hair. You’ve removed the cloth, while it had helped it seemed the cooling factor was running out so you figure it’s best to switch to something else so he won’t get sick of it.

“How long have I been asleep?” he mumbles and sits up a little without you prompting, you know him doing things on his own is at least a sign the sleep is helping, you’re not sure if you should try to get him to eat some crackers before trying to give him medicine. You know the gross taste of the medication may aggravate his nausea, but if he doesn’t take it you’re not sure how long it’ll take it for him to recover.

”Y/N…” Sweet Pea groans and you nudge him again to wake him up fully.

“I made some soup, do you think you can try a little?”

“You made soup?” Sweet Pea laughs dryly but you think it might just be a cough.

“Well I heated up a can of soup so that’s what I meant so like do with that information what you will, but at least try sipping this?”

“Mkay, you sure you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re the one that’s sick?”

“Yeah but you have to take care of me, it must be boring.”

“I’m happy to take care of you, and the only boring thing is that while you’re sleeping I’m working on homework.”

“That does sound boring. I’m going back to sleep so you don’t make me work on mine.”

“No, soup first.”

“As long as you don’t make me work on school work.”

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Sweet Pea//i know i’m not your only (part 2)

hey! here’s part 1 if you haven’t already read it! it’s angsty so have fun! 

It took two years, three months and 27 days for your relationship with Sweet Pea to finally end, for you to finally come to your senses and figure out that you deserve more…a lot more. 

So the night of the biggest storm Riverdale had seen in two decades, you packed your bags and left to stay with Toni and tried your best not to look back. 

There was no need for you to, one, he wasn’t even there, he was out with her. And two, he knew what he’d done, he knew what he’d been doing to you ever since he started. It was the reason he always hesitated before saying ‘i love you’ and why he could never quite look you in the eye. 

The first few days spent at Toni’s were filled with a lot of tears, a mountain of blankets and so much ice cream you were sure she had robbed a Ben & Jerry’s factory. And as you sat and watched the countless of films she had picked out in order to distract you form the misery that was your own life, you couldn’t help but think what you had done was cowardly. 

Because any sane person would have confronted their cheating partner. They would have screamed, shouted, thrown things or at the very least they would have left a note. But you didn’t…you couldn’t. 

If you stayed another night, if you waited for him try and fail to sneak in again at midnight, if you had to spend another night stuck with your own thoughts, you knew as soon as you saw him, you’d convince yourself to stay…again and again and again until you’d wasted your entire life on a man that you meant absolutely nothing to. 

You might have been a choice, but you weren’t his first, you’re not sure if you ever had been. 

You also knew you couldn’t even begin to describe how he made you feel. Whether they were spoken out loud or scribbled down on a scrap bit of paper, you wouldn’t even know where to start. 

However Toni quickly shut down that oncoming spiral of tears and self hatred by telling you that the only coward here was him. He was the one that threw away a relationship most people only dream of with a girl so far out of his league that Toni and Fangs were surprised you agreed to go on a date with him let alone anything else. He was an idiot and a coward for throwing away a future, a whole life with a woman who loved him more than he ever thought somebody could be loved. 

And he did it all for nothing. 

So when he turned up at Toni’s house at 3am, crying and rambling about how much he missed you, she said nothing to him. She just closed the door and called Fangs to come pick him up, and she told you that it was just one of her neighbours trying to win his girlfriend back. He’d already hurt you enough, she wasn’t going to let him do it again. 

Not when she was the one that introduced the two of you in the first place. It was only in passing, you knocking on her front door all dressed up and ready to go out for the night, while he was leaving, dressed in pyjama’s that hadn’t been washed in god knows how long. 

Toni saw it happen. She saw the moment the two of you locked eyes. She saw you giggle and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, the tell tale sign that you had a crush. She saw him shove his hands in his pockets and chuckle at the floor while you rambled a string of apologies for knocking on his chest. 

But as she listened to him cry outside while Fangs tried to pull him away, and watched you curled up of her sofa with puffy eyes, messy hair and red nose, all of that felt like a lifetime ago. 

At first Sweet Pea was upset and after the tenth missed call, you blocked him completely. You didn’t want him to somehow worm his way back into your life and drag you down with him. 

Then he’s angry. He’s angry at you for leaving without talking first. At Toni for keeping you two apart and bringing the two of you together. He’s angry with Fangs for the obvious lies he told you in order to protect him, and he’s angry at her. But ultimately, he’s angry at himself. 

There’s nobody else to blame. He cheated, he lied, he kept you in a one sided relationship and strung you along for months. 

Finally he settled on just being depressed. After you left, he broke it off with her in an attempt to get you back, but with Toni as your guard he had no chance. So instead he spent his nights dreaming of a future he destroyed, and his days sat in front of the TV in a desperate attempt at escaping his misery. He sometimes tried to think of the past, but it hurt too much. 

Sometimes it was a welcome hurt, it reminded him that he could still feel. He would hold his T-Shirt, the one that still smelt like you, close to his chest and remember you. He would remember every little piece of you that he took for granted. He would just sit in the hurt and let it wash over him, and he’d let it because he deserved it. 

He’d wonder what you were doing. Were you happy? Sad? Did you still think of him? Sometimes he’d ask Fangs, but he never got a real answer in return. Toni and Fangs had made a pact, he didn’t tell you anything, so they don’t tell him. 

While he spends everyday realising just how much he’d fucked up, you spend them coming to terms with what had happened. You realised just how happy you were when you weren’t wondering if today would be the day he chose her over you. 

Slowly, both you and Toni saw flashes of the person you were before Sweet Pea, before he broke your heart. And after a year of saying never again, you found yourself getting ready for a night out. 

You opened the door, ready for a new start and instantly locked eyes with a pair of brown ones. These weren’t familiar though, they sparkled and crinkled as the man they belonged to smiled and dropped his curled fist, his need to knock now mute. 

Toni watched as you giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, while her cousin, Oscar, shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor embarrassed. 

She watched the two of you fall in love, and this time she knew it was real. 

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Sweet Pea//i know i’m not your only

Request: Hii I so I saw u do song imagines! May I request a Sweet Pea x Reader with the song “Just a little bit of your heart” by Ariana Grande. Where reader knows that sweet pea is cheating on her with someone else but she still wants to stay with him, I don’t really know how do describe it but I hope you like it!! :)

hey! trigger warning: cheating. i hope you like this!!! it’s very angsty so be warned! (part 2!)

You watch the clock tick, it’s the same routine you’ve had every night for the past two months. You come home, text Sweet Pea, he tells you one of three excuses he has on rotation, i have to stay late at work, Fangs needs me or there’s serpent business and you make dinner for yourself and stare at the clock until he comes back home, trying and failing to sneak in and smelling like perfume that doesn’t belong to you.

And as you watch the minutes count down, you feel your heart crack and break a little bit each time. There’s an ache in your heart, that weighs heavy on your chest, but now you’re used to carrying it around. You’re used to it feeling worse when you’re around your friends, seeing how happy they are together and wishing you and him were like that again. And you hate how it actually gets a little lighter when he does eventually come home to you, because at least he is coming home to you. He could stay with her, whoever she is. He could hold her in his arms each night, whisper in her ear ‘i love you’ and then fall into a deep sleep, but he doesn’t, he does that with you, and you let him. 

You let him wrap his arms around you and pull him tight to you, you let him bury his head into your neck, and smile sleepily, and when he quietly mumbles her name in the dead of night, you pretend you don’t hear it, you continue staring at the ceiling and wishing for change. 

You don’t ask where he is, you don’t need to. You’ve seen the texts, you’ve heard the lies and you’ve seen the receipts of the restaurants and presents you never receive. He even has Fangs lying for him, who always stutters an excuse that is so painfully clear a lie, even he can tell. 

But no matter how many lies he tells or how late it is when he comes home. You’ll still be waiting for him, and you’ll still always plaster a smile on your face and pretend like he isn’t breaking your heart every time he smiles at his phone or avoids your calls. 

You’re still always going to be a fool for him, and the worst part is you don’t even hate him for it, you hate yourself instead. You hate yourself for still wanting him despite the pain he causes, despite the burning his fingers cause whenever they run over your skin or the fact that when he says your name you know he’s thinking of her. 

All you want is a little bit of his heart, that’s just for you. That just loves you, that just wants you. That’s all your asking for, well silently asking for. 

Because no matter how many times you feel the words creeping up your throat, crawling and clinging and choking you, they always die before they even reach your lips, because you look at him and you realize you couldn’t even begin to find the words you would need, to explain how he makes you feel. 

How do you tell someone you still love them, you would still move heaven and earth to make them happy, despite what they do to you everyday. 

You may not be his only one, but at least you are one. You are a choice, even if you might be the last one. 

The front door creaks open and you quickly sit up, wiping the tears away and forcing a smile on your face in order to greet him. 

“Hi babe, how was your day?” You smile, your voice shaking a little but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he freezes, and you can see he’s trying to remember what excuse he told you. “Was work okay?” You ask and he nods slowly. 

“Yeah, yeah. It was okay.” He replies, slowly taking his jacket off and hanging it by the door. You walk towards him and he flinches a little and you try and keep the hurt from your face. 

“I’ve missed you.” You smile and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He moves away a little and you quickly retreat. The smell of perfume envelops you and drips into your lungs, making each breath hurt. “I love you.” You add quietly. 

“I love you too.” He mumbles and busies himself with collecting the mail you’d placed on the side table. 

I heard a little love is better than none

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Paralyzed

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, they get in a car crash, reader ends up in a coma, and Sweet Pea loses the use of his legs, once reader wakes up she takes care of him

”So when will she wake up.” You can’t respond, you know something has happened, you remember driving with Sweet Pea and then nothing.

Pain.

You remember pain. You remember walking down a hallway and seeing someone just out of your vision, barely in the corner of your eye but enough to fill your stomach with a sinking feeling and the awareness you shouldn’t be there.

“We’re keeping her under to let her body heal, she was pretty banged up, we can- sir.” 

Sweet Pea struggles to sit up.

“Sweet Pea, listen to the doc.” FP Jones’ voice cuts through Sweet Pea’s struggling and he huffs glaring, although it doesn’t look like his usual angry death stare.

“I know kid, I know, you’ll be okay.”

“You most likely won’t be able to walk again.” Sweet Pea slumps a little.

“Even I could have said that.” 

“We’ll be starting physiotherapy soon.” 

You don’t remember anything besides hearing that conversation.

“We’ve tried to wake her up but she kept trying to remove the ventilator tube, so we had to put her back under. Let’s see you’re about two weeks into your physiotherapy, have you been able to walk at all?”

“No. Not yet. Can’t really feel much anyways.” You hate how sad Sweet Pea sounds, you wonder what kind of hospital you’re in that let him be in the same room as you. You can’t give it much thought, slowly feeling like you;re being pushed underwater again.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm.” You blink, actually opening and closing your eyes, everythings a little fuzzy and too bright but you can easily recognize a nurse. You want to ask where Sweet Pea is but a nurse answers for you.

“You’re in the ICU right now, we need to make sure every part of you is functioning, it’s a little amazing how little trauma and injuries you’ve gotten considering the intensity of the car crash.”

“Crash?”

“Yes, don’t worry about it for now, your boyfriend and you were in a crash, you’re both okay right now, the stronger you get the faster you get to see him. You have a pretty long road ahead of you, considering you were unconscious for three weeks.”

“A month.” You slowly sit up with the help of the nurse and let her slowly explain what’s going on.

She explains how you and Sweet Pea had been driving and the car had skidded on ice or something, that it was no one’s fault. She brings up your injuries, a concussion, you’d fallen unconscious and sprained your arm and broken your ankle, both of which healed well, you just have a sling to wear, and of course some physiotherapy to go to once you’ve been discharged. “What about Sweet Pea, my boyfriend?”

“Oh he’s doing much better, he wasn’t knocked unconscious, he’s just paralyzed.”

“Paralyzed?” Your head starts spinning suddenly worried at what state you’ll find Sweet Pea when you’re allowed to visit. He’s grinning at you from the doorway, you can’t help but laugh and he frowns.

“I know you got hit in the head but laughing at a person in a wheelchair? That’s low.”

“No, sorry, I just,You’re so short now! I’m finally taller than you!”

You’ve been discharged from the hospital for a week. You’d moved in with Sweet Pea, it just made sense considering that he needed more help, you were relieved that his trailer didn’t have any sort of stairs so it was much easier than it could have been for him to get around his own home.

“Do you need help?” You don’t really know why you’re asking, over the past month and a half of living with Sweet Pea he’d slowly learned to actually ask for your help if he needed, despite this he was determined to do as much as possible on his own.

“Why do you want to do everything on your own, the entire point of me moving in is to help you.” You lean in to kiss him and smile as he pulls back.

“I feel like a burden sometimes, just, you could find someone-”

“I want you, other people don’t make me happy in the way you do.” You cut Sweet Pea off before he can say anything else and he nods and you offer out the sandwich you’d made him for lunch.

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A/n: okay, so call me basic but I cannot get I Hope by Gabby Barrett out of my head so here's this angst piece. Enjoy!

𝙄, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

There were two things you could count on always holding true, your job at the local grocery store drained the life out of you, and your boyfriend would always be there for you.

Usually after your shift, you would go home and do homework, unless it was the weekend or a Friday night, but today was just a typical Wednesday. Needless to say, you hated your job with a passion.

Once you had gotten off work, you didn't have much to look forward to, so you weren't anymore excited about getting off your shift than you were starting it.

Once you had gotten to your car, your phone blew up with texts from your friends. You had no idea why since it was fucking Wednesday and nothing happens on Wednesdays.

As you got in your car, you called you best friend Fangs.

"Y/n? Where have you been, we've been calling you for hours."

"Fangs, I just got off work what the hell is going on?" There was a silence.

"Look, y/n, its better if you see for yourself, just get to the worm as soon as you can."

"Okay, Fangs, I'm on my way."

You started up your car and sped out of the parking lot towards the whyte worm. You weren't planning on going to the wyrm tonight but luckily you had decided to dress sexy for work today, not too much to get you fired, but enough to turn heads.

𝙊𝙝, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜

T𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝

As you pulled into the wyrm parking lot and stepped out of your car looking incredibly hot, you wondered what the hell was so important that nobody could tell you.

You locked your car and headed towards the entrance. Once you got inside, your friends were instantly around you and the rest of the bar seemed to stop completely.

"Y/n, we tried to get him to stop. We're so sorry." Your friend Toni topaz said to you.

"Seriously, I don't know what got into him." Fangs piped up.

"Y/n, we're really sorry." You look over and see Jughead and Betty standing there staring at you.

"Okay, first of all what the hell are you guys even talking about?" They all went silent and stepped aside, showing the bar your incredibly sexy ripped jeans and burgundy crop top you had on. It went perfectly with your long brown hair and crimson lipstick.

You didn't know what anyone was talking about then, you looked across the bar and saw your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, leaning some blonde against the wall, heatedly making out with her as your jaw tightened.

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚

𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮

You started walking towards sweet pea and that girl. It seemed as if everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing to watch you. Once you were about 3 feet away from them, your fists tightened into balls and you just stared at them. You could have sworn you heard Fangs whisper 'give em hell, girl'

Soon enough, sweet pea pulled away and made eye contact with you. He stood up from leaning against the blonde fast and you scoffed at him. You turned on your heal, hearing him call your name.

"Y/n, wait, I can expla-" he grabbed your arm and thats when you lost it.

You turned, knowing all eyes were on you and punched sweet pea so hard in the nose, you broke it.

He fell silent, grasping his nose as blood trickled out of it. You walked up to him and hit him again, knocking him on his ass, blood falling down his shirt. You were a lot stronger than you looked, and everyone knew not to fuck with you. Well everyone but apparently sweet pea, but now you showed him.

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 2 𝘼𝙈 𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙄,

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

As you walked out into the parking lot, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup and your week. You heard sweet pea try to follow you, you didn't give a fuck at that moment.

As you reached your car, you fumbled with your keys through blurred vision, ultimately dropping them. As you stood up from picking them up, you were met with a sweet pea standing there with a guilty look on his face.

"Y/n, listen please-" you were fuming.

"What the fuck do you want sweet pea?! Huh? You think you can just explain this away, explain how you were dry humping some whore in front of everyone!?! And I had to fucking learn from Betty Copper of all god damn people!" Tears were streaming down your face as you shouted at him in the parking lot, not caring about on lookers or anyone.

"Please, just calm down, let me drive you back to my place and we can talk about this." You were out of patience inruptung him. Instead, you clocked him in the jaw again. As he stumbled back into the middle of the parking lot, you continued hitting him and screaming.

"Talk about this? Talk about how big a piece of shit you are? Huh?! Is that what you wanna fucking talk about?" You clocking him straight in his eye after hitting his nose again.

"Or how about we talk about the fucking blonde you were making out with while everyone fucking watched huh? Do you even know what that does to me and my rep? I've defended you over everything and you just go and throw it out the window? What kind of fucking loyalty is that? You preach to Northsiders but can't be loyal to your own fucking girlfriend?" You punched him multiple times in the ribs, surely breaking something, he was gonna wake up sore tomorrow. Those that were in the parking lot were cheering you on. Saying things like 'hell yeah' or 'show him up girl' but you couldn't fucking care less.

"Y/n, please, you don't understand, we were jus-" at this point you were so fed up with this shit, no matter what, he was going to try and dance around it, make it not his fault. You knocked him in his teeth right before kicking him to the ground by his balls.

"Fuck you sweet pea! You deserve that blonde bitch, she's probably just as stupid and worthless as you are. You're a scumbag you piece of shit! Don't ever fucking talk to me again!" With that, you walked away from his hurting form on the pavement back to your car with bloody knuckles. There was now a crowd in the parking lot watching the fight you clearly won but you didn't care, and you never would. As you got in your car and turned your engine on, you sped out of the parking lot, tears streaming down your cheeks and feeling as though you just had your heart ripped out.

And to think, you loved him, to think you wanted him to be the one, the thought made you sick. He was just another scumbag that was going to die a scumbag.

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨,

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨,

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚

hi i wrote this without a request because I am in love with exactly one Pea <3

prompt #34: Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

(warnings: a very injured pea, mentions of said injuries)

– “Baby, are you still up?” 

Sweet Pea’s voice carried through the quiet halls of your apartment, shaking you from the succumbing to a deep sleep that was just out of reach. Your eyes blinked at your phone, reading off the time as 2:48 AM. Confusion took over as you glanced around in the darkness, looking for the source of the voice you loved so dearly. 

“Pea? Where are you?” You smiled lightly as his figure made its way to your doorway, hesitating before entering your room. “Come here, you big goof.”

“Okay but… don’t freak out,” he said cautiously, taking a single step towards you.

A groan slipped from your lips as you sat up, reaching for the lamp beside you. As a golden glow brightened the room considerably, you saw why Sweet Pea was so concerned. Blood trickled down from his forehead where an ugly gash sat. It dripped down onto his jacket where you noted the tear through the leather. Bruises covered his skin, and he seemed to be limping as he took another step towards you.

“What happened?!” you yelled, jumping to your feet as you quickly made your way towards your injured boyfriend.

“Fangs and I were at Pop’s tonight, Kevin had already headed out, and we were catching up over a burger… A couple of idiots were trying to mess with some kids. We took them pretty easily, but they had some friends. And then their friends had friends…” Sweet Pea winced as he spoke, his hand clutching his side. “Wasn’t long until we were outnumbered.”

A sigh slipped out as you took Sweet Pea’s hand, pulling him towards the bathroom just off your bedroom. The fluorescent lights kicked on as you carefully dragged off his jacket and shirt, sitting him on the closed toilet so you could clean up the cuts. He winced as you worked, staying silent as he studied your face instead. You know he could see the worry and concern etched across them, but you didn’t dare voice it. After all, his heart was in the right place, and he’d always been your knight in shining armour.

“Do you know what I think of whenever you show up on my doorstep bruised and bleeding?” You smiled a little as your hand rested lightly on his cheek, brushing softly across the unbruised skin. “The first time I saw you.”

Sweet Pea scrunched his face in confusion as he tried to understand precisely what you meant. As far as he knew, you met at Pop’s over a spilt milkshake and a string of apologies. “It may be the head wound, but that doesn’t make sense to me, princess.”

You smirked as you focused back on the nasty gash, grabbing the supplies you needed to wrap it until you could talk him into seeing a nurse. “That’s not the first time I saw you, Pea. Before I moved here, I was visiting my aunt and wandering around the town. It was when the Ghoulies were trying to overthrow everything, and I watched you stick up for a couple of kids, I’ve never seen anyone easily handle themselves like that. I tried to find you again after but…” you trailed off as you pressed the bandage to his forehead. “It wasn’t until you spilt that milkshake on me at Pop’s that I did.”

A smile tugged at his lips as you brushed some of the dried blood from his messy locks. “Is that why you’re never mad?”

“Oh, I’m furious with you,” you clarified, giggling as Sweet Pea’s smile faded into a pout. “But it’d be pretty hypocritical of me to lecture you for doing the very thing that made me fall for you.”

Despite the ache in his muscles and the searing pain in his ribs, Sweet Pea pulled you onto his leg and wrapped his arms around you. It wasn’t a secret that he was a softie at heart; his most significant comfort in the world was having you tucked safely into his arms. You nestled in, careful not to aggravate his injuries anymore as he pressed kisses against your hair. He mumbled as he did, his voice low as he held you as tightly as he could, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Just… please be careful,” you replied, your voice low as you pressed a light kiss to his forehead. “I need you back in one piece.”

“Seems my jacket didn’t make it back in one piece,” he sighed, looking down at the blood-covered heap at your feet. His heart ached for his Serpent jacket, the one thing he clung to after most of his found family had moved on from this small town. “That hurts more than any of this.”

As you tucked Sweet Pea into your bed later, wounds bandaged and aspirin shoved at him for the aches, you padded back across the floor towards your bathroom. An idea struck you as you picked up his jacket from the floor, carrying it with you towards your living room. It was impossible to sleep after he stumbled in the door, so instead, you dug through your linen closet until you pulled out a small box. The sun was rising by the time you finished, and as the burning orange rose over the horizon, your eyes began to close.

Sweet Pea woke alone in the bed, hand trailing across your side in a desperate hope to feel you there. His hand only found the cold space you hadn’t occupied since you climbed from the bed to take care of him. He pulled himself out of the sheets, ignoring the aching in his side and head as he stumbled towards the place he figured you’d be this early in the morning. He found you in the living room, curled up on the couch with something draped across you. It was only when he was standing beside you that he saw his jacket wrapped around you as you slept, keeping you warm from the slight chill in the air.

The first patch caught his eye, some leftover fabric you had laying around that helped mend one of the bigger slashes in the leather. Every tear that had been through it in some way was repaired, good enough that Sweet Pea could still proudly wear the jacket he loved so dearly. As he pulled the fabric from around you, the last patch came into view. A small heart with your initials sewn into it was a part of the mend and his heart fluttered. He laughed a little as his thumb brushed over it, not noticing your eyelids flutter open.

“It’s your reminder,” you mused, smiling at him as you sat up, letting him move behind you before pulling you back into his arms.

“My reminder?” he asked, grabbing the throw from the back of the couch and tucking it around you both.

“To come home in one piece,” you said, slightly yawning as you cuddled in closer to his uninjured side. “I love you, Pea.”

“I love you, princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he let his eyes close.

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5 Types of Kisses // Sweet Pea

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 1241

Author’s Note: Hello there! I read some kissing writing prompt and shit here we are again. Hope you like it! Anyways like always this is not my first language so i’m really sorry for all the typing errors.

Sweet Pea wasn’t really good at show his own feelings, a little bit because he didn’t think he could and a little bit because no one in his life ever had taught him.

Not that there was a textbook to learn but in 18 years the greatest demonstration of affection received was a pat on the back in solidarity.

But with y/n everything was totally and completely different. She was her opposite.

Sweet and always at his side.

Hands that constantly touched each other, always woven her fingers with his.

And with her, he had learned that even a simple “yes” was actually affection.

And when he realized it, he realized that he was learning that he was able to show love, his stomach was twisted.

From that moment he was constantly living his life with a feeling of nausea.

And when y/n begged him to have dinner at Pop’s that night, he agreed and she jumped on the spot from happiness, she had taken his face in her hands leaving a trail of small kisses all over his face.

His stomach got so twisted that he thought he could vomit at any moment.

The evenings at the Wyrm were his favorite, it was his place, his home and sharing that place with Y/N was more than a classic “I love you”.

And she knew it, she knew that Sweets didn’t like to talk too much, words flew away.

Sweet pea was more physical, rational, present.

He liked to demonstrate with small gestures, actions.

When y/n had crossed the threshold of the White Wyrm with his jacket on her shoulders that meant more than a stupid “I love you”.

Despite the feeling of home, Sweets had been careful all night.

The serpents were not bad people, they were human beings. Human beings who had to do dirty jobs to live and then end up getting drunk at night in the only place that didn’t make them feel like monsters.

Y/n in turn had experienced that evening as the first of a long series, she looked every single corner of that place, the graffiti, the glasses stacked behind the bar counter, the symbols and she liked it, but most of all, she liked the light that was lit in Sweet Pea’s eyes, realizing how good that place was for him, how safe it made him feel, and that was enough for her to sign an invisible contract to lock her in that place until Sweets had enough.

So when he approached her to give her a fleeting kiss, while other serpents set the pool table, Sweet flickered when he felt her hands clinging to his flannel, while in the kissing her tongue was searching for his.

He felt his face go up in flames as their bodies pressed together against the wall. 

Being part of a gang wasn’t easy, being part of the same gang with your girlfriend even less. And the more he realized he was in love, the harder it got.

It became difficult not to be distracted during meetings or knowing that they both had to work on the same night making two different deliveries.

But it became impossible when they both had to do the same job together.

So when FP made the arrangements for the ambush in the abandoned building in Greendale and Sweet Pea realized that Y/N was in front of him with the baseball bat, he tightened his jaw.

He wasn’t a boy who ever felt fear, but when y/n was involved in these jobs there was something snapping into him, a shiver running through his spine and not making him think straight.

He counted her breaths and looked at her hands clutching the bat, her knuckles turning white as the minutes passed waiting for the signal.

Sweets felt the urge to touch her and if that was their last night in the world, he had to.

He touched the sleeve of her jacket with his fingers. She looked at him confused.

“Kiss me”

He asked her in a whisper and y/n looked at him intensely, smiled softly before leaning and press her lips against his.

The first real gift Sweet pea received was the dog tags, a gift from her grandmother for his seventh birthday with a precise word engraved with a defined meaning.

Fearless.

And by accepting that gift he had promised his grandmother one way or another to respect that family code, to live life by one rule. A written and engraved rule he always carried with him.

The second real gift Sweet pea received was his beloved leather jacket, that jacket he jealously guarded, a jacket that had protected him from the rain and the cold, a jacket that gave him the confidence of having someone looking over his shoulder, to have a family, friends and that family itself in case things didn’t go well they would allow him to be buried and honored as a human being.

For Sweet Pea receiving a gift meant accepting and respecting a lifestyle, so when one day  y/n gave him a pocket knife he was breathless.

“Last night you told me that Fangs broke your knife opening a beer, so today when i’ve seen this one I thought about you”

He was speechless because he was not accustomed to receiving gifts like this.

His vulnerability led him to freeze, to fail to formulate a sentence, so he did the only thing he could do better when words didn’t come.

He took her hands and threw her at him, kissed her with all the strength he had in his body in a abrupt, wild way.

Enough to leave them breathless but with only a faint smile on their lips.

“I have to go”

He could only say that between one kiss and another, but it was really hard to come off when she kissed him like that.

She anchored herself to him and didn’t even remember how it happened or how it was possible that such a small and tiny body could hold him so long. Y/n had the palm of her right hand on his chest and with her left hand held the collar of his jacket, so as not to interrupt the kiss she was following him to the entrance of the trailer while he blindly walked back towards the door.

“I really have to go, it doesn’t take long I promise”

Y/n muttered and kissed his lips again, in a desperate kiss.

God he felt weak, weak because he just couldn’t get away.

It would take less than two seconds, and while his head was telling him something, his body was reacting in the opposite way.

He put his hands on her hips lifting her from the ground and slamming her on the wall, deepening the kiss leaving them both breathless.

Sweets swallowed loudly once they both broke the kiss, there was a hole in his stomach. 

“Now I really have to go” 

He whispered and y/n nodded giving him a last small kiss.

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Request: Yes / No hi love! could i get prompts 13,18 & 127 for sweet pea please? ❣️ Anon

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 770

Warnings: Talk of abuse and rape

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s):  “I have never lied to you. Not one time.”, “Why are you so fucking stubborn?”, “I will protect you, whether you like it or not.”

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Red Handed

A/N: This is based off of a very wild dream I had last night. It went a little differently than this, some details have been changed. I’m still on break so expect real updates next month :>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Shameless smut, Gang activity, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (pls be safe xoxo)

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You listened to the light clinking of metal as your fellow Serpent picked the lock to the auto parts store. Your eyes kept drifting over to his broad form, hunched over with small curses falling from his lips. His ass in particular looked perfect, even in the dimly lit alleyway.

The lock finally gave away and he straightened to his full height, towering over you as he turned to meet your eyes. A proud smirk was on his lips, his tongue teasingly running across them as he looked over your figure.

You wore your own take on a cat suit, a tight black leather jacket and a form fitting black mini skirt. It probably showed way too much skin to be conventional, but you wanted to look hot tonight.

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Sweet Pea Dating A British Girl.

Taking Sides || S.P.

Warnings: Cursing

Plot: You started dating Sweet Pea and your north side friends aren’t happy, it all comes down to one choice; him or them?

“So I was thinking maybe we could all go to the lake this weekend, what do you say Y/N?” You looked up from your phone to Veronica, “I can’t this weekend, sorry Ronnie I already made plans.” She sighed, “Of course you did, you never have time for your friends anymore.” You shook your head, “That’s not true, we hang out all day at school.” Betty cleared her throat, “I think it’s nice she is in a relationship, even if it is with a serpent, at least she’s happy.” You scoffed, “What do you mean ‘even if it’s with a serpent’ you’re dating jughead and he’s their leader.” Betty raised her hands in defense, “That’s not what I mean, it’s just... you come from two different worlds, Jughead isn’t like them, he grew up on the north side, he’s trying to tone them down. You literally chose the worst of the bunch.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I expect this from people like Reggie or Archie but you guys? I thought you were my friends.” You shook your head in disbelief, “You really don’t support my choice to be with Sweet Pea?” A loud chuckle came from behind you, “Of course they don’t, none of us do. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch, he’s just south side trash.” Reggie plopped himself down on a chair next to Veronica, “You can’t be on both teams Y/N. You’re either with us or against us.” Veronica smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so blunt.” You clenched your jaw angrily, “Oh so you agree with him?” She averted her gaze and started picking at her nails, “Betty? Do you agree with him?” Betty sighed, “Yes, I do. I don’t think you should be in a relationship with him, he’s taking you away from us and you’re just going to end up hurt.” Reggie smirked, “Looks like it’s either him or us.”

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you guys right now, are you seriously making me choose?” Veronica nodded, “If that’s what it takes to get you away from him then yes.” You laughed but there was no humor behind it, “Then I choose him and I’ll always choose him, do you wanna know why? Because he would NEVER make me choose. He has never had a problem with me being a north sider! All he cares about it that I’m safe and I’m happy which is more than I can say for you guys. He has tried to get you guys to accept him, he joined the basketball team, he wore those stupid mandatory outfits, which lets not forget Jughead is the first one who protested them. He never cared who I was friends with or why. I would pick him again and again and again because he loves me and I love him and if you don’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. I can’t believe I ever called you guys my friends...” You picked up your bag and started walking out of the room before stopping for a moment and turning around, “Real friends would never have made me pick a side.”

Sweet Pea stood outside the door waiting for you, “Are you gonna be okay princess?” You nodded, “It will take some time but yeah I think I’ll be okay... it just hurts you know?” He pulled you into his arms, “I know baby, but you know, I would understand if you picked them. Some of what they said is true.” You looked up at him, “Pea, none of what they said is true, they don’t know what I know, they don’t see what I see. To them you are just some thug but, to me you are my prince charming, my knight in a leather jacket.” He smiled at you but let you continue. “If they really cared about me they would have taken the time to get to know you. They would have tried to see past the fueds and let me be happy but...they didn’t and that’s okay. They made their choice and I made mine, now let’s please get out of here.” He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you princess.”

A/N: This is based on while everyone still hates each other, so sorry the girls are so mean it just adds to the drama 0-0 Let me know what you guys think! I want to post more so I’m trying to do some shorter stuff to ease back into writing ♡

Six Months. Part Five. “Sweet Pea x Reader)

Part One Here. Part Two Here. Part Three Here. Part Four Here.

Summary: Y/N tries to complete her bucket list before she dies. The only problem, none of her friends know she is sick.

word Count: 1,550

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Warnings: Swearing, sickness.

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Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jordan Connor x reader

Request: yes or no

Request - Hi 😊 could I please request a oneshot for Jordan Connor where Y/n plays Sweet Pea's love interest on Riverdale and they start to fall for each other and end up getting together? Thank you 🌸

Warnings: some swearing

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It's four in the morning, and we're stuck on set filming a few night scenes for an episode of Riverdale. I'm dressed as my Northsider character Annie Watkins, wearing a gray cardigan, white tank top, black leggings, and pink slippers. The scene we are about to film is the one in which Sweet Pea comes stumbling to Annie's doorstep, beaten, bruised, and bleeding. Annie cleans him up, and they become more than friends, long story short. This will be a major relief, or a "finally" moment for all the fans out there, but for me... Well. I'm a nervous wreck.

Here's why: Jordan is going to have to kiss me. And I've had feelings for him for at least eight months now, but I doubt he likes me back. I know that if I kiss him, my feelings will intensify, leaving me feeling even worse about the situation than before. I feel like any kissing scenes might end up making things awkward between us.

"Ready for your scene?" Vanessa asks me almost excitedly.

"... No... Not exactly," I admit.

"Oh, chill out, Y/N. Besides, this scene might give him the courage to just tell you he likes you." When I look at her, confused, she shrugs and looks at Jordan from across the set. "I mean, I think it's pretty obvious."

I scoff. "Yeah right. My eyes travel across the room, landing on him. Damn it, why does he have to look so good in that leather jacket?

The director calls, "Y/N and Jordan, you're on in five minutes."

Vanessa says to me in a hushed tone, "Why don't you make your move before the scene so that kiss can be real? All of us are dreaming of you and him getting together. Literally all of us. So why don't you--"

"No!" I respond just as quietly. "There's no way, Vanessa."

"Fine, do what you want," she says back with an overly dramatic sigh, a smirk tugging on her lips. I know she's up to something, and I'm honestly afraid of what it is.

My eyes follow my best friend as she walks off, and I'm surprised when Jordan's voice comes from right next to me.

"Hey--" He was going to continue, but my startled gasp caught him a little off guard.

"Jesus, Jordan!" I exclaim quietly with a slight laugh, not able to keep myself from admiring how attractive he looks in his Serpent jacket. And let me just say that the makeup artist did a great job at making the bruises and cuts on his face look realistic.

"Sorry, Y/N," he says, wearing that grin of his that never ceases to make the butterflies in my stomach intensify.

"It's fine," I reply cheerfully. "What were you gonna say?"

He hesitates. "I, uh... I was just going to say that it's kind of a relief Annie and Sweet Pea are finally getting together, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I'm excited to see how that turns out."

"Just a warning," Jordan begins, running a hand through his raven-black hair, "I might do a little improv."

"What's that mean?"

He shrugs his broad shoulders and tells me not to worry about it. It just has to do with his lines. "Thought you should know ahead of time so you aren't totally lost when it happens."

Playfully, I say, "I'm hurt by your lack of confidence in me, Jordan."

He grins. "Oh, I have a shit ton of confidence in you, Y/N. No doubt about it. You're gonna do great."

"Thanks," I tell him with a blushing smile that I have to forcefully push down. I can't afford to have him think what's true about my feelings toward him. It's a good thing that I'm an actress.

Then comes a moment of awkward silence that is thankfully cut short by the director saying, "Y/N and Jordan, time to shoot your scene!"

Jordan's heavenly eyes stare down at me and he raises his eyebrows. He seems to be actively trying not to allow the corners of his lips from tugging upward.

I send him a tight-lipped smile, and we turn to head over to where we're going to be filming the first part of this scene: Annie's front porch and living room.

Jordan steps through the front door, turns around and slightly grins at me again before I shut the door and lock it. I go to sit on the couch in front of the burning fireplace, and wait.

"Action!"

Annie is absentmindedly staring into the flames in her fireplace when she hears an urgent and heavy knocking on her front door.

She rushes off the sofa and looks out of the peephole of her door to see a beaten Sweet Pea leaning against the doorframe, out of breath.

"Jesus, Pea," she says, then urging him to come in.

Sweet Pea limps inside and plops down on the sofa while Annie locks the door.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Damn Ghoulies. They jumped me -- five of them. I could've taken two or three, but--"

"You need to be more careful."

"Annie, it's not my fault. These assholes came outta nowhere, and for no reason at all."

To this, Annie doesn't respond. She goes to get her first aid kit, and when she returns, she grabs a few antiseptic wipes and rips them from their packages.

"Thank God you're not too badly cut up," she comments as she cleans the blood off of his knuckles.

"Annie, I can do this myself." She ignores him. "Here, just let me--" Sweet Pea tries to take the wipe out of her hand, but she pulls away to give him a look.

"No. It's better to have another person do it for you. Stop being so stubborn and just let me do this for you."

It takes her a little less than a minute to get a new wipe for the minor cuts on his face. She starts with the one on his left cheekbone, then goes to the scrape on his opposite cheek. While she does this, Sweet Pea is staring intently at her face.

This is making me freak the hell out. I feel like my heart is nearly bursting out of my chest.

Sweet Pea asks Annie, "Why do you care so much?"

This is straying slightly from the script, but that doesn't worry me much.

"I don't know," Annie says, "I just do. I care about you a lot, Sweets. Is that a problem?"

He seems unsure of what to say.

Then I remember, the kiss isn't supposed to happen for at least another minute. Wait, what are the rest of our lines? Damn it, I'm so nervous right now that I forgot the script. All I can remember is that I'm supposed to clean his split lip. But when? Why not do it now, I guess?

Annie's hand moves to dab at the cut on his lip, and on her skin, she feels the slow breath falling from his mouth.

I suddenly remember one of my lines.

"So," Annie begins, "what are we gonna do about those--"

She is cut off by Sweet Pea pulling her face closer and capturing her lips with his.

God, why did he want to improvise? It would've been better for me if I knew exactly when the kiss was going to happen.

Sweet Pea gently pulls away while Annie can do nothing but sit there in shock. His chocolate-brown eyes stare at her face, trying to analyze her feelings. He asks her, "Annie, are you okay?"

Without saying a word in response, she leans forward and kisses him passionately. A quiet noise of surprise escapes his throat, but he shuts his eyes and kisses back.

This continues on for a little more than ten seconds, until the director says, "And... Cut!"

But the thing is, Jordan doesn't pull away for another short moment. When he does, he looks in my eyes and smiles softly. "You did great, Y/N. Glad the improv didn't mess you up."

I playfully roll my eyes. "Uh huh. Took me by surprise though."

Jordan shrugs his broad shoulders and tells me, "I thought it'd make the scene more believable."

We both stand, and I walk toward Vanessa, Lili, KJ, and Cole, who all happen to be standing a few feet from the set.

"He lingered," says Lili in a hushed voice. Her smile is widening by the second, and it seems as if she's about to burst. "You had to have noticed it, Y/N. He lingered."

"I told you, didn't I?" Vanessa insists.

I sigh, shaking my head. "I won't believe it unless he tells me."

KJ gives me a half smile. "You wouldn't believe it even if he said so himself. You'd look around to see if there were any cameras rolling, like you're on a prank show."

He's not completely wrong, but I don't admit that to him. I simply watch as Cole shakes his head and tells us he'd be right back. And he walks over to Jordan.

My heart races as I watch the two of them walk off to speak privately.

Jordan's pov

When Cole pulls me off the set, I'm utterly confused. What's this about, and why does it have to be private?

As soon as we're in another part of the set, he says, "You like Y/N." He doesn't say it as a question.

"I, uh... What?" I say back, mentally cringing for being unable to sound casual. After a few seconds of watching him stare at me with a raised eyebrow, I sigh and ask him, "Is it that obvious?"

Cole nods. "Why don't you just tell her, man?"

I sigh heavily. "I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of being turned down, you know?"

"So is she."

"But she doesn't..." My voice trails off as he gives me a look that says I should realize something. I blink a few times and comment, "Shit."

Y/N's pov

It takes a minute for them to come back, and my heart is still pounding. I'm afraid of what Cole told Jordan; I don't want Jordan to say, "Listen, you're great and all, but..."

My stomach drops when Jordan approaches and asks me, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah, sure." I'm sort of surprised by the calmness of my voice, but then again, I'm an actress. Acting is what I do.

I don't budge, and he asks me to come with him.

When we're alone, I stop acting calm and say to him, "Listen, I don't know what Cole told you--"

"I, uh... I like you too." This catches me completely off guard, and I simply stand there with a look of pure shock plastered on my face.

My perception of time must be messed up; I must've been staring at him like that for so long, it concerns him.

"... Are you okay?"

I snap out of my daze. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm f-fine."

The corner of his lips stretch out into a small grin. His warm brown eyes stare into mine as his smile fades somewhat. He asks me, "Do you wanna, maybe... go to dinner sometime?"

"As long as I get to pick the restaurant." When Jordan laughs lightly, I tell him, "I'm just kidding. There are no conditions to this date."

"On a different note, I'm really glad we're co-stars. And... I'm also really glad our characters are gonna start being all romantic with each other. Makes it easier on me."

"How so?" I ask with a grin.

He takes my hand in his and explains, "Then I don't have to save my affection till we aren't on camera."

A/N

I hope you liked this oneshot! I also hope it wasn't too bad lmao, I didn't have a whole lot of free time to write it because of school (ugh). I'm grateful for the request though, and I'd like to get some more! Feel free to message me if you'd like to request an imagine, etc. Feel free to scroll down on my profile to see the list of characters I write for 😊