#sweet pea imagines

(A/N): This is an emotional imagine, based on a recent experience where I wished I had a Sweet Pea or someone to comfort me. 

Warnings: mentions of abuse, physical threats, depression, cursing, angst all the way. 

I don’t recommend to read if you are triggered or affected by any mentions of these topics.

MASTERLIST

He walked into the darkened room to find her sitting on her bed with her head buried in her knees. If it wasn’t for the singular window that occupied the wall and the luminous moonlight blaring through it, he might have never seen anything, as nobody ever did.

Slowly, the tall Serpent made his way over to his girlfriend, trying not to distress her anymore then she was. However, the eerie creaking of the floor gave him away. Hearing the noise, she snapped her head up, revealing her bloodshot, puffy eyes.

Immediately, almost instantly, he rushed over trying to stop the waterfall of tears coming from her eyes, but his efforts were to no avail as they came flowing one after another. The saddened girl was falling apart at the seams, barely seeing anything through her glossy, blurry eyes. Her voice was laced with cracks and broken whimpers and cries, making her outcries for help inaudible for her boyfriend.

After futile attempts to even stop the crying and sorrow, the gang member drew this fragile girl into his arms as a last resort, he remembered how she described his hugs as “magical” and “soothing.” He buried his head into her soft hair, taking in the scent of apples as he whispered sweet sentiments, one after another.

The embrace did dull her small whimpers, however, she was still broken on the inside. The sweet nothings that filled the empty space of her room were just like band-aids that only held on for a second.

“She threatened meagain.”

His head snapped up to try and even comprehend what the hell she just said. Just discovering that someone had threatened his girl, the fucking love of his life, was enough. Hearing the word, “again”, come out of her mouth sent this Serpent over the edge.

She never told anyone, however, no one ever noticed either. She may not have bruises, yet the words pierced through her skin, sinking into her bones and into her mind, circling throughout her subconscious, causing her to doubt and reject everything about herself. Instead of a person, she saw herself as a mistake. Her mother had always yelled empty threats, some holding the potential of being real, and this was, for the girl knew what could happen.

Meeting her Sweet Pea of a boyfriend had been like a small beacon of light. He didn’t exactly improve the situation, he leveled the playing field by being himself. She loved him for this and didn’t need to subject her boyfriend to her home life. Her mother already cracked down on her more when she started dating him, exposing the truth to him would be horrific.

To think, the threat was said after a room wasn’t cleaned and a few water bottles were left. Physical violence wasn’t necessary, yet hell would rain down on (Y/N) if another one was caught in the room of nightmares.

The questions that tumbled out of his mouth made him regret asking them in the first place. The answers didn’t help a bit with the overwhelming guilt. Instead of focusing on any of that, he kept rocking her back and forth, trying to make his girlfriend feel safe again.

After what seemed like hours of silence and no progress on her condition, Sweet Pea had enough.

“You’re coming with me.”

(Y/N) shot up like a bottle rocket, protesting any effort made her boyfriend. For she was too frightened, scared, feared for her life. She feared that if she left, the only one that she loved would be taken away by her mother then she would have nothing. Sweet Pea was the only good thing in her life. Her father and mother split up, leaving (Y/N) with her mother winning full custody. Her father never contacted her and if he did, it would be for a death or major event. (Y/N) always called him, granted that he did answer, she had to call him. He never called her or came to see her out of the blue. The contact stopped when she eventually got fed up with her father’s lack of effort.

“I can’t go. She’ll kill me. I have to stay, she told me to stay in here until she got back. Sweet Pea, I want to, I just can’t. I can’t lose you, if I go with you, she will make sure that you end up in jail and that the police understand that she just “disciplined” me. I can’t let you take that risk for me. You’re all I fucking have, Sweet Pea.”

“I’m not going to let you die. I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”

She broke down once more, knowing well that she wouldn’t be able to stop a 6 foot tall Serpent who is loyal and protective as anything in the goddamn world.

In the middle of her breakdown, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. Despite her protects, he knew that this was the best thing for her. He couldn’t physically stand the fact of letting her stay in that house of horrors one more night.

The ride to the trailer park was agonizing and silent. Glancing at the girl across from him, you would expect that he could see the pain and sorrow in her eyes. However, he saw nothing. Her eyes were still the same shade of red from earlier, yet her eyes were lifeless. They held no sadness, regret, fear, or even emotion. Clicking in his mind, he realized that she’d been scared straight. She didn’t care about herself anymore, she cared about protecting the one thing she only had in her life.

Him.

The moment the trailer came into view, the fatigue hit (Y/N) like a semi. The exhausting from crying and fear finally caught up with her. Sweet Pea noticed her in her comatose like state after he stopped the truck.

He came around and carried her into the trailer, lying her down in his bed, leaving her to be for a minute. She didn’t want to come here in the first place, he thought that leaving her alone to sleep would be okay.

Eventually calming down after everything came into view, Sweet Pea crashed on the couch, only dreaming about his girlfriend’s safety to come. He was going to make that dream come true.

The storm outside scared (Y/N) awake, finding herself alone, she panicked. She didn’t realize that she was not her room, she thought something happened, and the crying started up again. Her mind was sent into a state of fear and panic, she thought he’d been hurt or suffered her mother, these thoughts only made things worse.

“Hey. She’s not here. You’re in my room, please, look at me, (Y/N). You’re safe. I’m here.”

The words comforted her mind, put herself at ease. She slowly looked up to see her lovable boyfriend in front of her, holding her shoulders, trying to stop this episode as calmly and quickly as possible.

Hearing her cries for the second time that night was something he never wanted to hear again. She sounded like someone was about to kill her. He didn’t know what to do, this was new territory, Sweet Pea had dealt with this before.

“Stay. Stay with me. Please, tomorrow, I’ll explain or whatever you want, but please, don’t leave me alone. I’m just scared, I’m scared to live in that house.”

Sweet Pea heard every crack in her voice as she even struggled to say it.

“All I want is for you to be safe and to feel safe. You don’t have to wear a mask anymore, I’m going to help you. I won’t leave either, I love you way too much for me to do that.”

“I love you too.”

Staying with (Y/N), he held her as close as possible, for fear that she’d pull away and leave and run back, thinking it was a mistake to stay.

The exhaustion found (Y/N) once more as she felt a blanket being pulled over her and a gentle kiss to her head.

“Thank you for saving me.”

(A/N): Hey guys! Here’s another imagine!

Requested by: @madamzeyl (Hope you like it! ❤️)

Requests go here.

MASTERLIST 

(Y/N) was just casually at her locker, just rethinking everything that has happened in the past few days. The Black Hood was back, Midge was murdered in front of everyone, this Dark Circle nonsense was roaming the halls again, and on top of it, the entire student body of Riverdale High still wasn’t exactly accepting of their new Southside students.

Being one herself, (Y/N), along with every other Serpent in the school, was walking around with a target on her back.

“Hey. You okay?” someone said. 

“I’m fine, Toni. Just thinking about how Riverdale has turned into a complete mirror image of itself. It doesn’t matter. Shall we?” she answered, closing her locker. 

“We shall,” Toni stated, linking her arm with (Y/N)’s, as the two walked off to the Swords and Serpents club.

~Time Skip~

“War Baby called my father and I from Shankshaw. Her old adversaries, the Ghoulies, have been released. Word on the street is that they want Serpent blood. They’re gunning for a re-match. They want war.” Jughead announced, making everyone else in that room irritated as fuck.

The door slammed open, making everyone’s head turn. The football team waltzed in, with Reggie leading the pack. 

“Which one of your reptiles was screwing Midge Klump?” Reggie questioned them. The atmosphere of that entire room changed from irritated to hostile with those words.

“Hey! This is a private meeting!” Jughead told them.

“Yeah, you can’t just walk in here pointing fingers at any of us!” Toni exclaimed, upset. 

“Well, someone in here was screwing Midge in secret! I’m guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.” Reggie accused. Rage consumed (Y/N)’s face. 

“What the actual fuck, Reggie? You do know that he’s my boyfriend, right? Or could you not get that through your fucking thick as lead head?!” she yelled, clenching her fists. 

“Well, maybe you don’t know your boyfriend as well you thought.” he shot back. (Y/N) balled a piece of Reggie’s shirt in her hand and decked in straight in the face.

Immediately, (Y/N) was pulled back by Toni as all hell broke loose. Reggie, Sweet Pea, and everyone else started throwing hands. The rest of the Serpents fought the Bulldogs and, despite your pleads, Toni held you back, considering you just punched their “leader” straight in the face. The classroom was filled with overlapping screams and shouts and punches being thrown and landed.

“STOP FIGHTING NOW!” Jughead screamed, overtaking everyone’s voice. The dust settled in the room and everyone filed out. 

“Looks like the war isn’t just with the Ghoulies.” (Y/N) whispered to Toni.

(Y/N) ran out to find Sweet Pea, but only to find the hallways deserted. 

“Fuck my classes.” the girl muttered to herself before running off to find her boyfriend.

~Time Skip~

After searching the entire school, the trailer park, and the Wyrm, (Y/N) found herself at Pop’s, she wasn’t giving up, she just needed to recollect herself. She needed to find him. Sweet Pea wasn’t exactly the emotion type, but around her he was. Walking in, the first thing to catch her eye was Sweet Pea sitting in the far-back booth, drinking a strawberry milkshake.

“Have you been here the whole time?” (Y/N) said. He just nodded from across the table. “You know I didn’t believe anything he said, right? I mean, why do you think I clocked him?” she said, stifling a laugh. 

“I know. Kinda wish you would’ve knocked him out. That would’ve been funny as hell.” Sweet Pea finally spoke up. 

“Yeah, but I feel that he was humiliated enough.”

After a moment of awkward silence and tension, Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh.

“Listen, I know I’m not exactly the boyfriend you would bring home to your parents, but listen, I want you to know I would never even think about hurting you in any way, let alone fucking cheating on you. I just ran off because I couldn’t stand the fact that just because I’m a Serpent, I’ll automatically screw up everything good in my life. I can’t and I won’t screw us up, if I’m being honest, you’re the only good thing in my life right now. You’re kinda the only thing keeping me from ripping the entire football team limb from limb. Hell, I can’t even think about what would happen if you left because I’ll be damned if I let that happen. I fucking love you, (Y/N).” 

His voice was practically dripping with emotion and (Y/N) could have sworn that she heard his voice crack at least once during that speech. It was very obvious that Sweet Pea did love his girlfriend and the fact that his love for her was questioned set him over the edge, resulting in the fight a couple hours ago. 

Upon hearing the finale of his speech, she froze. Neither of you had said the L word to each other. Of course, she loved him too. (Y/N) just never knew when or how to tell Sweet Pea.

“I understand, Sweets. There’s nothing in me that’ll make me think otherwise. I’m serious. I don’t think you have or will screw us up, nor do I think you’ll cheat or hurt me. You’re too pure for any of that, besides, I love you too much to think like that anyway.” 

“I’m not pure! I’m a cold-hearted gang member!” Sweet Pea said, jokingly. (Y/N) joined him on the other side of the booth.

“Sure you are, tough guy,” she spoke while kissing him on the lips.

(A/N): My first headcanon! I hope you guys like it. Request more if so! <3

Requested by: @southsidesserpentroyalty

Warnings: none

• Let’s just say you weren’t exactly the most graceful person in Riverdale 
• but then again, that is how you met Sweet Pea 
• You were walking to class one day and you walked around a corner and WHAM!
• “Oh my god, I’m so so sorry!”
• “It’s perfectly fine. I think these belong to you.”
• Did I mention you wear glasses?!
• You looked amazing without them, but with or without Sweet Pea thought you were adorable right off the bat 
• “Um, thanks! I-I should be going now. I guess I’ll see you around…”
• “Sweet Pea. And yes, that is my real name.”  
• “Okay. I’m (Y/N).”
•  Ever since that meeting, Sweet Pea began to notice you more and more
• He saw that you spent lunch in the library, learned that you were a perfect student, but not a buzzkill and that you were a-dork-able. 
• Finally, this boy asked you out.
• You both went to Pop’s and you ended up knocking your milkshake all over the table
• You expected him to leave, but instead, he actually helped you clean it up, and helped you laugh about it afterward. 
• After that date and many others, Sweet Pea grew more and more attracted to your dorky, clumsy self. 
• There were tons of movie dates
• You showed him a bunch of your favorite books
• Sometimes, you often curse yourself for being like this, but Sweet Pea, being the amazing boyfriend he is, always cheered you up and made you feel better.
•  And there were many of these conversations,
• “Are you coming over today?” 
• “Yeah, why?” 
• “I have to (Y/N)-proof the trailer.”
• *insert death glare*
• Or sometimes, you’d have a bruise on your arm or leg and Sweet Pea would freak
• “What the fuck happened to you?!” 
• “Nothing, I ran into a counter. Breathe, Sweets.” 
• But in the end, despite your clumsiness, he loved his dorky girlfriend and he didn’t want anyone else.

Summary: Sweet Pea and (Y/N), a recently broken up couple, are trapped in the rain, in a broke down truck, for the entire night. Can they make it through the night without killing each other?

(A/N): I’ve been insanely busy with summer work due to school starting up in like a week and a half? I think I’ll post more during the school year than summer. Ironic…

Warnings: sad Sweet Pea and reader, angst all the way, fluff at the end, mentions of Penny Peabody. (yes, that’s a warning.)

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I didn’t want to be here. It was supposed to be a simple run, there and back, breaking down wasn’t part of the plan. I could be home, on my couch, in comfy pajamas, watching Orange Is The New Black, but that’s not how this night turned out. Around midnight, I ended up getting a phone call from F.P saying that I’m needed for an emergency.

Now I’m in the worst storm of the year with my ex-boyfriend.

“You’re going to have to talk to me eventually.” 

“No, I don’t, Sweet Pea. I’m going to sit here and wait for Fangs to come and get us.” I snapped back. 

“I get that we aren’t exactly friends anymore, (Y/N), but do you really want to sit here in silence? I know you hate it and Fangs isn’t coming until morning.” 

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. Fangs wasn’t coming to get Sweet Pea and me until morning because it was “too late”. I didn’t even want to be here, I agreed to go on this run with Sweet Pea because, for some reason, Toni couldn’t go. I wasn’t expecting the truck to break down halfway on the way back. Now, it’s the middle of fall, pouring down rain and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with my ex-boyfriend.

“You’re right, I do hate awkward silences. They make me freak out.” 

“What better way to break it than talking?” 

I just put my headphones in and started blasting music into my ears.

“I see that you still listen to Imagine Dragons.” I heard him say. 

“Obviously, I’m not listening to them loud enough.” 

“Listen, I’m sorry, I know that no matter how many times I say it, it won’t make a difference, but please (Y/N), just let me explain, I think you’ll understand.” Sweet Pea tried to reason.

“Understand? No, I think I got the picture when you called me a clingy, overbearing, ditzy bitch! There’s nothing much clearer than that! You can’t just try and explain everything after it's’ happened. You fucking broke my heart Sweet Pea! You can’t fix this.” I screamed, starting to get out of the truck. 

“(Y/N), it’s freezing.” he started, “Please stay, we can fix this.” 

“No, we can’t, Sweet Pea.”

I slammed the door so hard, I was shocked that the window didn’t shatter into a million pieces. I started to pacewalk, then I heard a car door open and I heard Sweet Pea calling my name, pleading with me to come back. I soon felt hot tears roll down my frozen face as I started running, practically sprinting, anywhere to get away from here.

I ended up collapsing onto a park bench. I forgot that when you’re running in the freezing cold rain, you tend to tire yourself out even faster. I didn’t know where I was, what time it is was because my phone died, and was completely heartbroken all over again. Just remembering everything that had happened, brought tears to my eyes. I just kept crying, the tears were endless. I laid down on my back, letting the cool rain hit my face, an attempt to calm down. I was freezing, however, and the sound of the rain, along with the exhaustion from crying, knocked me out cold.

~Time Skip~

I was zoning in and out. At first, I saw myself being carried, then I saw a car. Next thing, I know, I woke up in the back seat of the truck, the heat overwhelming my senses. I sit up a little too quickly, adding to my growing headache. I glance over at the radio to see it’s fucking only 3 in the morning. I can’t believe I’ve only been gone an hour and a half. The sound I hear is the rain pounding against the roof of the truck. I also see Sweet Pea knocked out in the driver’s seat. How long have I been out? I move around in the back seat to try to find a comfortable position, the truck is pretty old, so I’m making a bunch of noise, unintentionally of course.

I hear shuffling in the front and I look to see Sweet Pea wide awake. “Are you okay?” I could hear the sleep dripping from his voice. I can’t say that I didn’t miss waking up to it. 

“What happened? I have a pretty good idea but, I’m really confused.” I admitted. 

“After you left, I thought you were close by, but when you didn’t come back and I couldn’t see you, I ran out and you must’ve passed out from the cold. I carried you back here and ended up falling asleep.” he explained, climbing in the back seat with me.  

“Thank you.” 

“You’re talking to me?” he asked in awe. 

“Well, you saved my life. It’s kinda hard to ignore you after that, not that it was easy before.”

A comfortable silence consumed us, the humming of the heater filling the space.

“What happened? Did you fall out of love with me or something? Was there someone else?” I paused, taking deep breaths to prevent me from crying. “Please, I just need to know so I can move on. I need some closure.” 

I heard a sigh escape his lips before he cupped my face, turning it to make me look into his eyes. 

“I didn’t want to break up with you. It wasn’t a choice. It was to keep you safe and out of the mess Penny dragged us into.” Sweet Pea paused, trying to control his emotions.

Even though I was a serpent, I never made drug runs for the Snake Charmer. 

“I didn’t want you to get dragged into this. I wanted to keep you out of it. Somehow, Penny found out and said if I didn’t start focusing on whatever the hell she wanted, she said she’d pull some strings and you would end up caught in the fucking web. Breaking your heart was better than seeing you in a body bag.” He justified, letting the tears cascade down his face.

I felt like such a idiot. The sight of tears falling from Sweet Pea’s eyes made me feel even worse. 

“I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t risk your life. You mean everything to me, and I fucking love you, even if I had to let you go.” His voice broke completely as my heart ached even more.

“I still love you, Sweet Pea. Listen to me, I understand what you were trying to do and obviously, you couldn’t keep me out of Penny’s drug ring, but if I hadn’t gone, would’ve you told me that?” I questioned.

 “Honestly, probably not. I didn’t know how to just come to your house and explain all of that, but, when you showed up tonight, I was ecstatic. Even if this was the last place you wanted to be, I was so glad that I could see you.” 

I shut him up with a gentle, but passionate kiss. He kissed back as his hands flew to my waist, pulling me closer as if I’d leave if he let out.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

He pulled me against his chest for a hug. “It’s okay. Look at me. Everything is out in the open, and listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch to you this whole time. I was way out of line and you still went after me. We’re going to be okay. Okay?” I asked, sobbing into his chest.

“I love you,” I whispered as I laid down on his chest,

“I love you too,” he mumbled into my hair.

We both dozed off to sleep, holding each other close, in the same position Fangs found us in that morning.

(A/N): I’m so sorry that I’ve been away! I’ve haven’t exactly been motivated to write, due to many reasons. I’m back though.

Summary: Five years. Five fucking years it’s been since you and Sweet Pea broke up, only to be reunited at Bughead’s wedding.

Warnings: drinking, cursing, angst, fluff, fighting, arguing, tears (happy and sad) 

Taglist:@thewackywriter@awesomedecadentcollectorvoid

The rehearsal dinner was only the beginning of the end for you. Well, the invitation was forewarning you. You’ve been preparing this event for about 2 months now. It was no surprise that you were invited to Bughead’s wedding, you were super close with both of them, the only problem is that you wouldn’t even be able to focus on the wedding. 

Why? One person, one name, the one person who you thought you’d still be with. 

Sweet Pea.

You knew he’d be there, you mentally and physically prepared yourself for, again, 2 months. 

However, all that preparedness and confidence went out the window once you saw him. It was like your head was locked in that position and no matter how much you tried you couldn’t take your eyes off him. 

His chocolate brown eyes, the raven, almost dark as night hair, still styled in that Greasers-esque way, it was like every detail about him brought back the dreaded memory of that night. 

You thought that you’d be able to get through this week as painless as possible, obviously, you thought wrong.

You felt tears prick your eyes as you walked back to the hotel. That fucking night has haunted you since it happened. Regret and guilt seeped into your blood as you remembered.

~Flashback~

“Do you just not care anymore? About us?” you breathed out.

“Of course I care about us, what kind of question is that?” he answered.

“Sweet Pea, you never want to be around me, you always push me away, you act as if you don’t care about me anymore. I just want my boyfriend back.”

“When did you start being so clingy? It’s not like I’m lying to you.”

“It’s not clingy, it’s me being worried about our relationship!”

“You don’t think I’m worried about our relationship?! You’re practically gone every night, it’s like we’re not even a couple, just two strangers living together!”

“I’m sorry if I’m trying to make myself feel better. I’m not the one pushing the other way!”

“Seriously, (Y/N)? Really? You’re basically doing just that. Don’t act all innocent.”

“Can you stop being a fucking dick for one second and listen to me?!” you asked, getting more and more angered.

“Can you stop being a controlling bitch of a girlfriend?!” he screamed at you, making the situation more hostile.

“What the hell is your problem? I’m just trying to fix things here!”

“I am too! Your yelling isn’t exactly helping!”

After hours and hours of screaming, yelling, and insulting, you both were exhausted and were done.

“You know what, since we can’t work this out, maybe I should go live with (F/N).”

“No, no. I’m leaving. I’m not going to be the one left alone.” 

“You’d rather me go through that?!”

“Better you than me, (Y/N),” he answered, coldly and monotone.

Just like that, Sweet Pea, the love of your life, walked right out of your life.

~Present Day~

How you found yourself outside the hotel room was a different story. You went downstairs to the lobby to work on your latest court case, trying to sort through the evidence, witness statements, and anything you could use to put this criminal away. The wine bottle came into play when you thought you and (F/N) could have a girls’ night together, but obviously, that didn’t happen. The stress of your work got to you and you started downing the bottle. You bought a second one and went upstairs to relax, seeing that (F/N) locked the door, meaning she was “busy”. 

You want to go in your hotel room, however (F/N) and her boyfriend are currently fucking inside and you can’t stand to be around that right now, or any time for that matter. Everything ever since the breakup kept swirling through your mind, ever since you saw him at that damn rehearsal dinner. 

You wanted to be here for Betty, especially considering the fact that she was getting married to her soulmate, Jughead Jones himself. It was just to be happy for her when you couldn’t be happy with yourself. Bughead’s relationship had been pushed to the limit and tested a million times. How’d they work out, but not you and Sweet Pea?

You finished barely finished college, due to this happening during finals, you picked yourself and got your life together, becoming a district attorney in New York, while trying to pursue your writing career; however, five years later, you were still struggling to get over Sweet Pea. You were with him for 7 years, the best 7 years of your life, and when you both split, it was an understatement that you were devastated.

You cried and cried for days and nights on end, your tears staining all of your studying material. The garbage was filled to the brim with (F/F) ice cream pints. Every sad movie known to man and woman was played at least 4 times on your TV. It was safe to say it was a hard, grueling process of getting over him, and it continued to this day.

It seems like yesterday that you were in your senior year of college, in your apartment, bawling your eyes out. Now you’re sitting outside your hotel room, in the hallway, nursing on your second bottle of wine.

You sat down opposite your door and started to down the second bottle of wine. The stress built up and you tried focusing on something else to calm yourself down, but for some reason, your mind drifted off to your failed relationship. You opened up your laptop and started watching anything your drunk self-deemed worthy. You went to take another swig of your bottle, only to have it fall over and soak into the carpet beneath you. You already had tears falling down your face and they just increase tenfold, resulting in you slamming your fist against the wall behind you.

“Bloody fucking hell! What the fuck is wrong with me?!” You screamed so loud, you might’ve woke up everyone in the hotel. 

You buried your head into your knees and started sobbing so loud that you didn’t even hear the door by you open and close.

“Good to see that you still use that catchphrase.”

It was that voice. That same fucking voice you love, after all these years. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Honestly, I didn’t know our rooms were so close.” you struggled to get out, your voice cracking and breaking. 

“Why aren’t you in yours?” The six-foot-something Serpent questioned sitting down next to you.

“(F/N)’s fucking her boyfriend,” you replied, monotone. 

“I can also see that you’re still open and blatant as you were back then.” 

“No offense, Sweet Pea, but why are you still out here?” 

“Well, (Y/N), I couldn’t sleep, so, it’s either this or go back to tossing and turning until sunrise,” he replied, a matter of factly. 

“Care to elaborate on your situation?” 

“I downed two bottles of wine, drove myself to a nervous breakdown overwork, writing, and our ex-relationship. Then started to break down, even more, when I spilled my wine bottle, causing this lovely fucking hole in the wall. That explanation good enough?” you explained, coldly, with tears falling down your face.

“At least I know I wasn’t the only one.” 

“What?” 

“You aren’t the only one who was thinking about the past tonight.” Sweet Pea’s words shocked you to the very core. 

You wondered, “Why the hell would he be thinking about something you ruined?” 

“You didn’t exactly ruin it, not by yourself. I forgot that you think out loud when you’re drunk.” 

“Sweet Pea, we both know what happened that night. I ruined the only good thing I had in my life, now, as much as I love putting people in jail, nothing’s the same without you. I tried writing again, that didn’t work out. I’ve been taking on more cases than I can handle because I needed a distraction, and now, I’m at this wedding trying to support Betty, while trying not to fall more and more in love with you again, as if I ever fell out of love though. I’m just a fucking mess, who could be happy right now, but nope! I fucked up big time and I fucked up my future along with it!” Your rant seemed to go on for hours to you, however, it only lasted like 2 minutes.

Your hand fell back down to the floor, trying to ground yourself. You soon felt his hand on yours, flinching at the contact. Sweet Pea knew how you were when you got like this, however, his heart lit up at the fact that you could still be open with him, sober or drunk. He had tried many different ways to get you to open up to him about your problems when you were together, finding that ranting had let you spill everything. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sobering up and I’m ranting again,” you said, much quieter and calmer. 

“It’s fine, but you didn’t exactly do any of this on your own. I was the one who walked out, I was the one who didn’t try to work things out, that was you. I still beat myself up over the fucking decisions I made that night. I left and didn’t even try to work things out. I should’ve picked my dumbass up and walked right back in that apartment and refused to leave until we worked things out because I had a lifetime of happiness with you and I let one, one fucking argument break us up. Hell, I think about it constantly, I hate myself for it, I let you just slip through my fingers, and I’m so fucking sorry that I did.” You could hear his voice break toward the end and you saw the tears falling off his face, soaking into the rug beneath him.

“Sweet Pea,” you started. “I should’ve gone after you. Instead I, I stayed inside feeling sorry for myself, instead of fighting for something, and someone,” You continued while placing your hand on his. “Someone I loved, someone I still love.” 

“I still love you too, but it’s too late to change the past, (Y/N),” he spoke quietly, looking at you. You saw that his eyes were irritated and red, matching yours. 

“That may be true, but I feel like it’s not too late to change our future. I mean, we’re adults now.Single adults, who have a better understanding of our relationship now.” Sweet Pea started laughing, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. You started laughing too, completely sobered up by the swirl of emotions.

He pulled you in for, for the first time in five years, the most passionate kiss you both ever shared. You were pulling yourself closer by wrapping your arms around his neck and his grip of your hips was strong like if he loosened up, you disappear again. Pulling away, you both gasped for air. You both were laughing, hugging, and blushing.

“I missed you so fucking much. I’m sorry I let you leave,” you whispered, looking straight into those dark brown eyes that you could stare into for hours. 

“No more apologies. No more guilt. No more of the past five years or that damned night. It’s just us now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You stayed silent, steading your breathing before saying, 

“I love you, Sweet Pea.” 

“I love you, (Y/N).”

You both ended up falling asleep in the hotel hallway, while the security on night shift was bawling their eyes out at the chain of events that transpired that night.

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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