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May I request 1. 13. And 17. For Sweetbee I'm just in the mood to request them and feeling it tonight 😋🤓

Whoops, this turned into the longest drabble I’ve written yet. (Also, it was the final SweetBee pairing request in my roster. Maybe I was trying to hang onto them.) Hope you find it worth the wait!

1. “Do you want me to leave?”

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13. “I couldkiss you right now!”

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17. “This is all your fault!”

Jeeze Louise, when the Serpents celebrated, they celebrated. Betty dodged more than one swaying indulger on her wayto the storeroom to top up Toni’s supplies. The girl hadn’t asked for anythingor sent Betty to run this errand for her, but that was only because she hadn’thad a chance. Drink orders, both slurred and enunciated, had been flying sinceBetty had walked into the Wyrm an hour earlier. She couldn’t understand whyToni had decided to bartend on the night of her girlfriend’s acceptance intothe gang. Maybe Cheryl had requested to be thrown in the deep end, forced tointeract with her universally leather jacketed new extended family. Predictingher cousin’s eccentricities was a battle just waiting for Betty to lose it.

Another toast to the newest Serpent went up as Betty snuck down the backhallway, grinning. It was possible that Cheryl hadn’t quite known what she wasgetting into with this gang, but it was highly probable that the Serpents wereeven less prepared for Cheryl.

Now, she knew the storeroom was back here… Aha! A propped open door. Bettybounded to it, eager to return to the party and surprise Toni with herhelpfulness. She hauled the door open (it was heavier than she’d thought) andbegan to step inside. Abruptly, she stopped, her sneaker scuffing the oldlinoleum. She wasn’t alone: Sweet Pea sat on the floor across from where shestood, back against a shelf. Feeling awkward to be alone with someone she’dnever really had a conversation with, Betty faltered, twisting the doorknobbehind her back to channel her discomfort. He glanced sharply up at her.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked, trying to be polite and not nosy,though she did wonder what one of Toni’s best friends was doing in, essentially,a closet on such a momentous occasion.

Sweet Pea shrugged, though he looked at her carefully. He’d gone off on heronce in the past, but Betty liked to think they could see a little more eye toeye now that the whole community had begun to be knit back together―Cheryl, asNorthsider as a Northsider could be, being admitted into the Serpents wassurely proof of that.

“Go or stay, just don’t―”

Betty stepped forward to hear him and lifted her hand from the doorknob.

“―close the door.”

There was a solid slam from directly behind her. Betty spun as Sweet Peahopped to his feet.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, rotating and tugging at the doorknob. “Is itlocked? Why is it locked?”

Sweet Pea shouldered her aside, trying the doorknob for himself. Even in themidst of her panic, Betty found strength to roll her eyes.

“It’s always locked, Girl Genius,” he replied sarcastically. “Room full ofbooze―” Sweet Pea gestured around them, “―bar full of alkies―” he thumped hisfist against the door, “―you don’t think they keep it locked?”

Not a particular fan of being condescended to, Betty turned to face SweetPea, ready to reply until she realized they were practically chest to chest,standing there between the racks of bottles and cans stacked to the ceiling.

“So, um,” she started, taking a cautious step backwards and swallowing hardunder the tall boy’s rather intense gaze, “how did you get in?”

“It was already open. Sometimes they keep the bolt fired and let the doorrest open so they don’t have to unlock it every time.”

“Then how did it shut?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sweet Pea joked meanly, letting his head fall to theside as he accused her in not so many words, “why don’t we ask the person whowas fiddling with the fucking doorknob right before we got locked in here!”

Betty scoffed, folding her arms around her sweater-ed middle.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “I’m sorry. Somebody’ll be here any secondto rescue you.”

“Actually…” Betty shifted guiltily, “…I didn’t tell anyone I was headedback here and the bar’s a little too crowded to assume someone would’venoticed.”

“Toni?”

“Busy.”

“Cheryl?”

“Basking in the attention.”

“Jones?”

“Which?”

“The one with the stupid hat.”

“We’re not really on each other’s radar so much anymore,” Betty admittedweakly.

“Great,” Sweet Pea groaned, totally insensitive.

“Excuse me,” she demanded, taking a step back towards him, “but youshouldn’t have even been in here!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been in the Wyrm!”

“Maybe you should’ve had a key!”

“Are you kidding me? This is all your fault!”

His volume startled her and Betty hastily retreated. Sweet Pea caught up inone stride, grabbing her arm.

“Don’t…” he began to admonish her, until his eyes went to her lips, “…knockanything over,” he finished more softly.

“Ok,” she promised. “Maybe we should just… knock on the door.”

Sweet Pea nodded once and turned, pounding it firmly with his fist. Theywaited, listening, for a good 30 seconds.

“Nobody’s gonna hear us,” he pointed out.

“Oh, they will,” Betty insisted, pushing around him this time. She noticed,passingly, that he smelled pretty good. She shook her head. For a Serpent who’dbeen sitting on the ground in a room full of alcohol, she clarified to herself.Before she could get half a dozen knocks in, Sweet Pea caught her wrist.

“You’ll break your fingers before they ever hear you.”

“Do you know from experience?” she huffed.

“Could be.”

There he was again, standing a little too close for normal, non-intimateconversation. Betty felt slightly dizzy and told herself it was just becauseshe was having to look up at him.

“It’s not so bad in here,” he offered with a shrug, then smirked at her.“You won’t go thirsty.”

Betty laughed.

“That’s why I came, actually. Some of your fellow Serpents are getting alittle rowdy out there. I was thinking I’d get some soda so Toni could make therum and Cokes a little less rum, a little more Coke.”

“No way,” Sweet Pea joked, more kindly than before. “You came in here to getdrinks?”

“Knock it off.” Without thinking, she whacked him in the chest with the backof her hand. He smiled like he didn’t mind… or he a little more than didn’t mind. Betty’s heart sped up like it had been theone slammed into.

He stepped away, leaning his back against the door and keeping dark, unreadable eyesfixed on her, smile still in place.

“What were you doing in here that I interrupted?” Betty asked quickly.

“Feeling sorry for myself,” Sweet Pea said, chin rising a little like he wasexpecting to get punched there for his vulnerability.

“Over what exactly?”

Sweet Pea gave her a searching look.

“I’m pissed about Cheryl,” he finally answered.

“You don’t like her?” Understandable, Betty thought. Even after discoveringtheir blood connection, it had taken time for her to really warm to her cousin.

“I don’t like her breaking up me, Toni, and Fangs,” he grumbled. Bettyfrowned sympathetically.

“Well,” she ventured, “this must have happened to you three before. Someother girl or guy―”

“There’s never been anybody this important. Toni wanted her in the gang.”

Betty nodded, getting that this was a big deal. From experience, she knew itwas a big enough deal that Jughead hadn’t wanted her in the gang when she’dtried to get closer to him.

“It’d be different, I guess, if each of you had someone.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “For a little while, I really thought Fangs and yourfriend Kevin, but, uh, no dice.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“And… you?” she asked tentatively, wondering at the feeling in her chestwhile she awaited his answer.

Sweet Pea only shrugged with a slight smirk, giving her nothing.

“So really… I’ve helped you out,” she concluded. Sweet Pea stared at her,confused. “It’s hard to think of an excuse for missing the celebration more legitimate than being locked inthe storeroom with no one to hear, um…” He was walking towards her. Bettylicked her lower lip. “…no one to hear you knocking.”

Breath a little shaky, she backed into a shelf that rattled onimpact.

“You sure you don’t have a key?”

Sweet Pea grinned down at her and made a show of patting his jacket pockets.His hands lowered to hover in front of the pockets of his jeans and her eyesfollowed. He caught her looking.

“You wanna help?”

Betty flushed and Sweet Pea’s eyes moved over her, probably picking up onthe ferocious thumping of her heart.

“Oh!” she said suddenly, planting a palm on his chest as she pushed pasthim.

“What the fuck?” he said, sounding mildly annoyed but willing to put up withher.

“I know how we can get out of here!” Betty probed her fingers into her hair,just below her ponytail, and plucked out a bobby pin. “I’ll pick the lock!”

“Yes!” Sweet Pea shouted, hurrying to the door to stand next to her. “Icould kiss you right now!”

Hand halfway to the lock, Betty paused. She looked at the bobby pin in herhand, then up at Sweet Pea, his muscular arm pressing into her shoulder.

“Well,” she offered slyly, “we could stay and do that instead.”

He met her gaze. Raised his eyebrows. Reached for her face. Bettypractically jumped into his arms as they came around her. In all the strokingof his neck and the running of her fingers through his hair while he kissed herdeeply, Betty forgot to hang onto the bobby pin. It took her a while to notice.

Prompts come from the narrowed down list here!

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gayexistentialcrisis · 6 years

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Footies and Leather (ch.1)

*THIS IS NOT A BUGHEAD FIC, BUGHEAD WAS NEVER A THING IN THIS STORY*

"It's no serpent left behind."

Betty Cooper was the good girl. Straight A's, picture perfect family, the girl next door. She had it all.

Then her world came crashing down and she was living in a two bedroom apartment on the Southside with her brother Chic. She didn't think it could be any worse, but then she found herself holding a piece of plastic with a little pink plus sign and no boyfriend to rely on.

But then a certain dark haired boy with a snake tattoo on his neck shows up, ready to step up and help her out, as any good friend would. But is that all it is?

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Betty stared down at the tiny plastic stick that felt heavier than it actually was. Maybe it was the fact that that tiny plastic stick held the fate of her future, and the future of her future little one inside it. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The first test she could say was defective but after the sixth one? She had to accept the truth. Her eyes closed as tears ran down her cheeks and she slowly exited the bathroom. Chic was anxiously waiting for her, his foot tapping unsteadily under the coffee table. When he heard the door open, his head whipped around to face her with an anxious look on his face.

“Well?” He asked, his voice coming out strained as Betty approached. She sat on the coffee table directly in front of him and lowered her head, holding out the tests so he could see, a small sob escaping her lips.

“I’m pregnant Chic… I’m 17-years-old and pregnant!” She sobbed as she dropped the tests beside her, hearing the click as they hit the table. She curled her hands into fists and squeezed them as hard as she could, feeling her nails bite into the skin of her palms.

“Betty…” Chic said softly before prying her hands open and pulling her towards him, holding her in a tight embrace while she cried. Trying to soothe her at this point seemed like a moot point, so he was content on just holding her. By the time her sobs calmed to hiccups, his shirt was soaked and Betty was wiping at her face with her own sleeves, a look of shame covering her face.

“What am I going to do Chic? I’m only a teenager… I know Pretty Boy won’t want anything to do with the baby… No one will ever want me again.” Betty said softly, looking down at her hands while sighing, noticing the slight shake of her hands. “Should I tell him about it?” She asked not looking up, already knowing what his answer would be.

After a few moments- though it felt like forever- she finally looked up to meet his eyes. She could tell he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he closed it again, furrowing his eyebrows and standing up to walk to Betty’s bedroom, returning with her cellphone.

“Call him. I’ll be right next to you the whole time.” He said, pushing the phone towards her more as she bit her lip and extended her hand to take it.

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Betty had met the tall, dirty blond Serpent when she went to find Chic at the Whyte Wyrm months before. It was the same day their mom, Alice, was taken away after she had her break down after their dad left.

She walked inside the bar, tugging on the hem of her pale pink miniskirt while adjusting her white zip up jacket.“C-Chic?” She called out hesitantly as she looked around, her eyes catching on her brother who was standing in the corner laughing, with a glass bottle in his hand. She quickly sauntered over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing as close to him as she could. “I’ve been worried about you… Can we go home now?” she whispered, casually taking a glance around the group. It was almost an accident when her eyes landed on the most perfect guy she had ever seen.

He had high defined cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and the slightest tan covering his skin. He towered over Betty, his deep chocolate eyes seeming to see straight into her soul, his dirty blond hair falling forward from the slicked back state to rest against his forehead.

Betty could see his mouth moving but couldn’t comprehend the sound. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and she swallowed thickly, her mouth dropping open before her brain could stop it. “Huh?” She asked pathetically, her face heating up as she heard everyone around them laugh. The boy in front of her smirked and stepped forward, closer to Betty.

He leaned down so his lips were even with her ear. “I said… They call me Pretty Boy. You must be Elizabeth,” He said, pulling back to tuck a strand of hair behind Betty’s ear, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She should’ve realized right then and there that he was nothing but trouble.

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Deciding to actually pick up the phone to call him was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. The phone felt as if it was weighing her hand down, not allowing her to press the number she had memorized in the last four months and bring it up to her ear.

“Betts… You have to do it.” Chic said softly, gently taking the phone from her hand, pressing on the call button and handing it back. “Now all you have to do is talk.” He said before turning and walking to his room at the end of the hall. Betty sat frozen, the phone pressed to her ear as she heard the line ringing then a sudden click as it was answered.

“Elizabeth, I told you not to call me so early in the morning.” The gruff voice on the other end stated as soon as it connected. Betty Felt like her throat was constricted, not allowing any words to come out before a soft sob escaped. She heard shuffling on the other end and a light-slightly feminine- groan followed by a whispered shh before he was back on the line, his voice softer.

“Honey Bee, what’s wrong?” The familiar term of endearment rolled off his tongue but to her ears, it sounded anything but loving. She felt the bile rise in her throat and she closed her eyes, deciding it was better to just get straight to the point and not beat around the bush.

“I’m pregnant and the baby is yours. I don’t expect you to help me, I don’t expect you to stay in my life. I know you’re obviously very busy with whatever new conquest is in your bed, shall I tell her of your new title as Daddy or will you?” Betty’s voice dripped with venom and the other line went silent before the tell tale sound of beep beep beep filled her ears, informing her that he had hung up.

Not being able to stay strong anymore, the phone slipped from Betty’s hand and she began sobbing loudly, pressing the heel of her palm against her mouth and rocking back and forth. She was going to be a teen mom and her child wasn’t going to have a father. She didn’t know what the future would hold, but she knew she was going to keep her baby.

Without knowing how long she sat there rocking herself she heard a familiar voice having a hushed conversation with her brother behind her.

“He left. He said he had more important things to deal with and he left. His trailer is empty. What’s going on Chic?” A deep voice asked, slightly closer than it had been in the beginning. By now she could recognize that it was none other than Sweet Pea.

“He got Betty pregnant and she told him. That’s when he decided to leave. I’m going to kill him Pea. I swear.” Chic said, his voice rising slightly towards the end. Suddenly she heard heavy footsteps approaching her and she closed her eyes, digging her nails into her palms. The next thing she knew, two very large-very warm-hands, wrapped around hers, prying them open.

“Betty? I’m so sorry… Listen, you got me and the Serpents to help you out with whatever you need. I’ll be here every day if that's what you want, but just know, you are a part of us now and I will protect you.” She opened her blue eyes to meet milk chocolate ones and noticed Sweet Pea was kneeling before her and he laid a hand on her cheek, using his thumb to brush a few tears away. “No Serpent left behind.”

*this story can be found on aO3, https://archiveofourown.org/works/15016871/chapters/34810844 *

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