Sweet Pea and children
so i loved your sweet pea fic!! I was wondering if you would be willing to bring to life an idea i have had? so this request in no way takes place in the current riverdale storyline but here it goes. The reader and Sweet pea are either dating/engaged/married (you decide). The reader is a teacher at a local elementary school and maybe one parent volunteer can’t come in for something (idk project? field trip?) so she begs sweet pea to. how he reacts and if he helps out how that goes
“Hey, could you maybe get the day off tomorrow?” I asked after pecking Sweet Pea’s lips.
I had just gotten home from a very stressful day at work: children can be exhausting, but what they don’t tell you when you become a primary school teacher is that their parents are even worse.
We had a field trip planned for a few months – apple picking, nothing special – and one of the parents had just canceled on me at the very last minute using some bullshit reason that I can’t even remember, bringing the number of accompanying adults below the required minimum.
“Yeah, sure” Sweet Pea nodded and closed the newspaper he was reading to look at me. “Why?”
I completely ignored his question because I knew that I had to work him before I asked him to chaperon twenty five screaming seven-year-old’s with me for a full day.
“Uh, no reason…” I trailed off and wrapped my arms around his broad back. I made sure he felt my warm breath run along the back of his neck, my lips lingering on his skin. He pretended not to be fazed at first because he liked playing hard to get, but when I finally felt him tense in anticipation I whispered in his ear: “I need you to come on the field trip with me tomorrow.”
At first, Sweet Pea didn’t seem to register what I had just asked him. Once he finally did, he burst into laughter. Then he turned around, looked me dead in the eye and shook his head no. “No way.”
“Some asshole parent decided at the last minute that they couldn’t come and I can’t cancel, the kids have been excited about this for months. They’re gonna make my life a living hell if they don’t pick some goddamn apples tomorrow.”
Sweet Pea chuckled at my desperation, but he didn’t seem to waver. “I’m sorry, babe, but second graders and I don’t mix.”
I joined my hands in prayer and waved them in front of his face. “Please, I’m begging you here.”
Sweet Pea groaned, which only served to make a spark of hope light up inside me. “Can’t you just ask some other teacher? Or one of your friends, like Toni. Toni loves children.”
“Pea, you’re my last hope. I wouldn’t have asked you if I hadn’t already tried everyone else I know. For fuck’s sake, I even asked Jughead!”
Sweet Pea stood up and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. Silence engulfed the room as I waited for him to think. Then he sighed and said: “Okay, fine. But you owe me big time.”
I shook him awake at 6AM the next morning and he rolled over with a very loud groan. I poked him with the tips of my fingers repeatedly until he finally threw his legs off the bed, grumpily muttering “God, I fucking hate you”, which earned him a very large smile from me.
We finally got to the school parking lot and I was about to get out of the car when he grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Wait.” He hesitated before continuing. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, but… what if they don’t like me?”
I chuckled and stifled my laugh when he glared at me. “Are you actually worried that a bunch of seven-year-olds aren’t gonna like you?” He nodded. “Okay, let me just tell you that kids that age like pretty much anyone as long as they’re nice enough to them.”
He seemed to be feeling more confident already.
“Also,” I added, leaning in for a small kiss. “How could they not like you?”
At 8AM the kids started piling up into the big yellow school bus. Every time one of them squealed excitedly Sweet Pea would roll his eyes at me, but as the minutes passed I could see him starting to warm up to the kids and… dare I say get a little excited?
“Who are you?” asked one kid, Tommy, tugging with all his force at Sweet Pea’s hand.
“Oh, I’m Mrs. Y/L/N’s husband.” Sweet Pea smiled down at him awkwardly.
“You’re really tall, did you know that?” Tommy pointed out.
Sweet Pea chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been told.”
“How’s the weather up there?” Tommy laughed, thinking, just like every seven-year-old who makes that joke, that he was the funniest kid around.
Sweet Pea smiled and bent down a little bit, just enough so he could reach down to ruffle Tommy’s hair – which earned him a loud protest. “How’s the weather down there, buddy?”
Almost two hours later we were at the apple picking field. As soon as we got off the bus the kids started running around excitedly and very loudly. I turned my head to tell Sweet Pea to brace himself because they would be doing that the whole day, but he didn’t seem annoyed or like he was dreading spending the following eight hours with screaming children: lips slightly parted, he was looking at them in awe.
As the hours passed, Sweet Pea won over every single kid. They were taking turns climbing on his shoulders to pick the apples that were higher on the tree, and all of them, Sweet Pea included, were giggling and laughing uncontrollably.
Three of the girls even cried when it was time to say goodbye at the end of the day. His heart melted at the sight and, as he picked all three up at the same time to give them a big hug, he promised he would come visit sometime.
It was a side of Sweet Pea I had never had the pleasure of getting to know and I was positively surprised.
In the car on the way back home I asked: “So, did you have fun?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, eyes locked on the road in front of him, he said: “I think I want one.”
I’m sorry it took so long!