Seasons | Sweet Pea x Reader
Decided to jump on the Sweet Pea imagines bandwagon. My first fic, so I hope this is alright. Forgive any mistakes xx
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader
Summary: Reader recounts the growth of her relationship with Sweet Pea throughout the seasons.
IT was summer when you first saw him.
As you and your group of friends headed outside Pop’s to farewell Jughead, you couldn’t help but turn your attention towards the boy who stuck out like a sore thumb in the Northside.
The tall, handsome brooder leant against his motorcycle outside the diner while waiting for Jughead.
To your surprise, his gaze was on you and as your eyes met, your heart started to race. Wiping your palms on your sundress, you offered him a tentative smile. His eyes hardened and he turned away, leaving you to wonder what you had done wrong.
A few minutes later, he mounted his motorcycle alongside Jug’s and sped away, a blur of black in the daytime.
You didn’t know this stranger, but he intrigued you beyond belief.
IT was autumn when you saw him next.
You were walking to the trailer park to visit Jughead when you came across a trio of Serpents waiting outside his house.
You had learnt the stranger that day was called Sweet Pea, the boy in question now looking at you. As your eyes met for the second time, his gaze was notably softer and infinitely curious.
Such attention unnerved you at first, causing your cheeks to redden (which you blamed on the slight chill). Someone cleared their throat and you jumped.
“Uh, sorry, I’m here for Jughead,” you said while finally looking at his two companions – a muscular boy and a pretty pink-haired girl.
“He’ll be out in a minute,” Sweet Pea said.
“Right,” you said before falling silent, praying silently that your friend would hurry.
“Who are you?” Sweet Pea suddenly asked.
“I’m Y/N, a friend of Jug’s,” you answered.
Just as you answered, Jughead exited his trailer.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he said after giving you a hug.
You reached into your backpack and pulled out a novel and two movie tickets to the Bijou.
“The book’s for you. The tickets, however, are for you and Betts. Before you protest, it’s a thank you gift for letting me crash at your place when my Mum was being crazy. So take your girl and enjoy a night out. You both deserve it,” you said.
“Thanks Y/N,” Jughead replied with a smile.
“Well, I’ll get going now. We’ll see you at Ronnie’s on Saturday?” you asked.
You bade farewell to your friend but not before sneaking a glance at Sweet Pea, the tall Serpent catching the way you blushed.
He smirked at you, to your surprise. You threw a shy smile his way before walking out of the trailer park and heading home, your thoughts dominated by the black-haired boy with a tattoo on his neck.
IT was winter when you ran into Sweet Pea. Literally.
One minute, you were jogging back from Jughead’s place, and the next, you collided with a wall of muscle and struggled to keep your footing.
All of a sudden, there were arms on your waist, keeping you steady. You looked up and found yourself looking at Sweet Pea, a hint of a smirk on his face.
You blushed under his scrutinising gaze as he arched his eyebrow.
“Never thought I’d run into you, Princess,” he said after removing his hands from your person.
“Uh, yeah, thanks for, you know…” you trailed off, cursing yourself inwardly for your lack of eloquence.
“What brings you to the dark side?” he said.
“Don’t call it that. I was just here to see Jug. Drop off some peach pie.”
“You made pie for Jughead?”
“I make pie for all my friends.”
“How come you never made me one?” he said, laughter in his eyes.
You decided to play along.
“I wasn’t aware that we were friends.”
“Ouch,” he feigned heartache.
“Besides, I was under the impression that you hate me,” you said.
His expression was one of pure confusion.
“I don’t hate you,” he said, looking at you with a soft expression. “In fact, I think we might even be good friends, Y/N.”
You laughed. “Oh yeah? How do you mean?”
“Well, you cook for your friends. And I love eating. So there.”
Snorting, you replied. “Great observation there, but you don’t even know if you’ll like my cooking.”
“How about a trial run? Say, next week?”
You pretended to think about it, even though your heart was doing back flips.
“I think I can pencil you in,” you said with a smile.
He looked nervous for a while, scratching the back of his neck before running a hand through his hair.
“So…any chance I can call you?”
You held out your hand for his phone before entering your number and handing the device back.
He smiled at you. And suddenly, there were butterflies in your stomach.
IT was spring when you realised you were in love with Sweet Pea.
There you were, at his place, seated on his couch, with your legs draped over his as you read a novel and he watched an action flick on his laptop.
Your eyes lifted from the pages of your book to stare at the boy sitting in front of you as his hands absentmindedly massaged your feet, a content expression on his face.
Your relationship with Sweet Pea was tumultuous and you both had come a long way from your initial meeting.
One day, he revealed to you how apprehensive and nervous he was when you first caught his attention at the diner.
There were heated fights, mainly about your loyalties to the North and South sides of Riverdale.
You opened up to him in a way you hadn’t with anyone else and he did the same, saying he had never felt comfortable with someone knowing all of him.
You knew who he was. He was a boy who was forced to grow up early because of the environment he lived in. He survived test after test, each bearing down on him and taking its toll.
Sweet Pea was a survivor. And you loved him for it. You loved the way he spoke your name in a lilting tone when he was feeling playful. You loved his strength and resilience. You loved that he trusted you enough to voice his deepest fears to you.
You loved his voice. You loved his hair. You loved that quirky smile. You loved the tattoo on his neck. You loved how he made you smile when you were feeling down. You loved his protective nature. You loved how loyal he was to his friends and family. You loved the way he made you feel when he kissed you.
He looked up at you, smile on his face. “Yes, Princess?”
You smiled. “I love you.”
His eyes widened before a smile broke out on his face and he closed the distance to kiss you passionately before breaking off the kiss to rest his forehead on yours.
“I love you too, Y/N. So much.”
He pulled you in for a hug and as you both embraced, you couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer joy you felt.
For the first time in ages, it seemed you were finally home.