summary:Reggie always flirts with you, Sweet Pea always intervenes, and then things get violent.
WARNINGS:swearing, hitting, jealous! Sweets
a/n:my first riverdale imagine [hopefully among many more] for my baby sweets! [discalimer: i have nothingagainst Regge;s characters, he was just convenient for this plot]
As soon as you closed the door to your locker, you saw a letterman jacket across a white shirt, a handsome face looking down at you. Reggie. Who else, really? Ever since you transferred from South Side High, Reggie was intent on hooking you. Whether he wanted in to your panties or the dealings in the Whyte Wyrm, you weren’t sure. Your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, was exceedingly jealous of Reggie, no matter how many times you assured him that you were his. You sighed and turned your back to the football player. “Can I help you, Reggie?”
“No, but I can help you.” He jogged a bit so that he could get in front of you, put a hand on the edge of the books in your arm to stop you. “A milkshake from Pop’s always does a girl good.”
You pried his fingertips off of your stuff and gave him a half- hearted smile. “I’m flattered, really, but nothing has changed since the last time you asked me. I’m still with Sweets, and I’m still not interested. Go find some other girl to prey on, I’m sure most of them crave your attention here.” You tried to step past him, but he followed your steps, mimicking you every way you went. “What the fuck do you want, Reggie? I already said no.”
He chuckled. “A little fiesty, aren’t we?” You rolled your eyes, and he put his hands up in mock defense. “Listen, I’m just interested in you, that’s all.”
Before you could answer, a leather clad arm wrapped around your shoulder, and Sweet Pea’s fingers tilted your chin so that you were looking up at him, the perfect angle to mold his lips over your own. His index and thumb held your chin right there while he kissed you, passionately and fervently, putting a message across to Reggie to stay the hell away. Sweets ran his tongue over your bottom lip and kissed you once more, smiling as he pulled away. “Goodbye, Reggie.” The football player was glaring as he walked away with you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Once you were alone, Sweet Pea began to talk. “Jughead is planning something to save South Side. We’re chaining ourselves to the building and going on a hunger strike, so I’ll be there for a few days.”
“Sweets, I have never known you to be political.”
“It was never personal before. But the South Side is disappearing, and I don’t know where I will go without it.”
You stopped and turned to him, leaning onto your tiptoes to reach his lips. “You’ll be wherever I am.” He kissed your nose, and you smiled. “I’m in.”
Sweet Pea wouldn’t let you be chained to the school, so you settled for hanging out on the sidewalk with them. Everyone was leaned back against the marble of the school, blankets that you had brought them wrapped around shoulders and placed underneath cold butts. You were curled in between Sweet Pea’s long legs, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, all covered by the blanket. You had been sitting there for hours, in the dead of night, shivering and trying to keep each other warm.
By daytime, a crowd gathered. You chained yourself to the others this time, wanting to join in promoting the message. The crowd was mostly supportive, but there always had to be opposers.
You recognized the letterman jackets immediately. A head of red hair was leading the pack of boys, Reggie right next to him. When the boys made it to the front of the crowd, they spread out in front of you all. Reggie was in front of you and Sweets. Sweet Pea’s hand went to your opposite hip and he pushed you behind him, your hands still on his arm. “You’re letting her stand out in the cold with no food?” Reggie taunted Sweet Pea, and you saw his fist clench, the skin of his knuckles going white. “I could take better care of her, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble, like she is now.”
Sweet Pea took a step forward, but you squeezed his arm, twisting so that you were in front of him, as close to his chest as you could get, hands on the lapels of his jacket. “Sweet Pea, don’t listen to him.” You put your hand on his cheek, he looked down to you. “I love you, you don’t have anything to prove.”
He seemed to relax a bit, but Reggie prodded him once again. “She needs more than anything you can give her.”
Everything happened so fast, the chains were long enough for Sweet Pea to reach Reggie, and he lunged forward, landing a solid punch right to Reggie’s jaw, a bit of blood spilling out onto his lips. Reggie raised the bat in his hand and smacked Pea’s arm, both boys grunting from the force. You screamed and pushed Sweets back, hoping Reggie would realize that it was not the time to fight. “Stop!” You screamed, and they both stopped. “Just stop!” Sweet Pea relaxed, and now you turned to Reggie, your back still against Sweet Pea’s chest. “This was a peaceful protest until you came here. You antagonize him, and then get mad when he fights back. Why can’t you just leave him alone?”
The whole crowd had gone silent, and now Archie made his way to Reggie, clapping a hand down onto his shoulder. “Come on man, we gotta get outta here.”
Warnings: Its a bit suggestive but other than that nothing :)
“Babe” Betty laughed with a dragged-out laugh “Come back to bed”.
Rolling your eyes while throwing on a pair of shorts and a flannel from your joint closet you slowly padded back to bed and to the anticipating arms of your lover.
Chuckling you pulled back the warm covers while sinking into Betty’s awaiting arms.
“Jeez, can’t a girl get dressed without being harassed?” you said while Betty snuggled her nose into the crook of your neck “You know I’ll always prefer you without clothes” she mumbled while you gasped and hit her back with a stuffed animal that had found its way in between the covers of your queen bed in the midst of moving into your new apartment together.
“Oh you know you love me,” she said sarcastically while you could only stare at her in admiration.
“Yeah, yeah I do,” you said only for her to hit you with the plush that you had realized was Boris the cow. “Oh yeah Bets, ruin the moment,” you said with a ‘hmpf’ turning to face the wall while you listened to the sweet giggling of Betty from somewhere behind you only to feel her warm embrace envelop you as well as her cold feet in between your ankles that had almost become something of a comfort over the span your relationship.
Almost.
“Betty! I swear I’m gonna-” “What? make me wear socks to bed?” she said mockingly while nestling her head back into your neck.
“It’s only like 8:30,” she said while lightly kissing along the top of your shoulder “Just lie with me for a while,” she said contently while you relaxed back into the pillow, neglecting to mention that it was actually closer to 9:00
Surprise I actually wrote something! This was requested by my lovely @amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines hope you like it!
I do not own Riverdale or any of the characters, this was beta’d by @xserpentlife thanks babes. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
Your bag hung over your shoulder as you stood on your porch and locked your door. You could hear the scoff coming from the trailer across from you. Sweet Pea, the bane of your existence.
“What would your precious Northsiders think if they saw you right now?”
