#sweet pea fic
amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines:
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!
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 meorthere’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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