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.
Te ver triste e desanimado parte meu coração. E saiba que dói não poder estar aí pra te fazer deitar no meu colo, pra que eu possa fazer um cafuné. Dói não poder estar perto pra te confortar com meu abraço, te acalmar com meus beijos. Dói não estar aí pra dizer olhando nos seus olhos que tudo vai terminar bem. Mas eu sei que nesse momento está doendo demais em você, que seu coração está em pedaços. Mas não se preocupa! Eu vou catar cada pedacinho que está no chão, e vou te ajudar a montar novamente. Vou te ajudar a se reerguer, vou cuidar de você… Eu vou fazer questão de deixar claro que quero ser a pessoa que vai te apoiar em qualquer situação, quero ser a pessoa que vai te mostrar o quão forte você é, e que não precisa se sentir fraco por sentir demais. É o seu jeito de sentir que faz com que eu me apaixone cada vez mais por você. Afinal, nem todos estão dispostos a se mostrar transparentes como você faz. E eu percebo os seus sacrifícios, a forma que você realmente deixa evidente que nunca chegou a ser outra pessoa comigo. E é aí que eu noto que na verdade você só deseja ser o mais sincero possível comigo, justamente por saber que todos que passaram por minha vida, sempre mentiram para mim.
Because my heart is yours, and nothing will change that.
Just giving you guys a heads up that Betty and Sweets make a porno is now Partners In Pleasure!
Here is the original post with the updated info and in case no one has read it yet :) BASMAP will now be the series name instead, woo more sweetbee+camming smut! Also, nearly forgot but thanks to Mon for helping me brainstorm!
Im having waaay too much fun writing this SweetB fic. Like, its already past 2000 words and they havent even gotten to the actual fucking yet 😂😂😋 this might easily turn into one of my top 5 favs.
Although it’s Jughead that’s talking to Sweet Pea, this is actually a perfect GIF for my B/SP fic, bc originally I DID have Betty walk over and talk to him while he plays pool. I decided to scrap that part though, bc I felt it was taking too long to get to the smut. Also, I hate the ship name ‘Sweetty/Swetty’ bc my stupid brain reads it as SWEAT-ty every time. I prefer Sweet B or Sweet Bea
Hello could you do 5 & 7 for sweet pea x Betty please? 😊
Hello! I certainly can! Please enjoy Sweet Pea and Betty’s adventures in babysitting!
5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
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7. “You did what?!”
Betty was on her knees in the laundry room, sorting pastel baby clothes fromeven paler pastel baby clothes, when she heard Sweet Pea scream. Although shetried to rise quickly, one of her feet was asleep and she barely managed toprevent herself from toppling over the laundry basket.
“Sweet Pea?” she called back in alarm, grabbing the doorjamb and whippingherself out into the hallway. He didn’t reply.
What could be wrong? He’d accidentally hurt one of Polly’s twins? He’d seena suspicious figure moving in the backyard? The other Black Hood, yet to beapprehended? Betty panicked as she ran to the kitchen, where she’d left SweetPea in charge of feeding the babies the organic, dog-food-looking mush thatPolly had been recommended by someone from ‘the farm.’
When she slid on sock feet into the dining room, Betty saw both Juniper andDagwood sitting in their highchairs, the former looking slightly startled whilethe latter chortled to himself, staring towards the kitchen. Betty followed thebaby’s gaze to her boyfriend, who was clutching a hand to his eye.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, hurrying to him. “What happened?”
She tried to peel the hand away from his face, but Sweet Pea wouldn’t lether.
“Juniper didn’t want her orange, mashed up… whatever it was… so I gave it toDag.”
“You did what?! Sweet Pea, I told you, Dagwood only likes the green, um,whatever it is.”
“I thought he’d play ball for me, Betty,” he explained, squinting one-eyedat her. “I figured if I sat him down, man to man… Ouch.”
Betty sighed and gripped her boyfriend by the elbow, steering him to thesink.
“Come on, you probably have baby food in your eye. Bend over the sink andwash it out.”
“Actually, I think it’s the way Dag jabbed the spoon into my eye that didthe most damage,” Sweet Pea reasoned, tucking his dog tags into the neck of hist-shirt so they wouldn’t swing into the sink.
“Why was he holding the spoon?”
“Well, he wouldn’t eat the stuff when I pretended it was an airplane, ahelicopter, a firetruck, or a motorboat, and I was running out of transportationnoises, so I thought I’d let him have a try at it. Which is when Zorro Jr.thrust for my eyeball.”
Sweet Pea waved her off as she attempted to splash water up into his face.
“Chill, Betty. I’ve had a lot worse, you know.”
Unneeded and startled by the reminder, Betty retreated to the dining room,kissing Juniper’s forehead, then lifting the grinning and kicking Dagwood fromhis chair. Thank goodness nothing serious had happened and she could give apositive report to her mom and Polly when they returned home from a much neededmovie night. As many times as she attempted to mollify herself with thatthought, Sweet Pea’s words echoed in her head like dripping water in a cave.
“Betty?”
She glanced over to see Sweet Pea dragging the hem of his shirt across hiswet face. The smile wouldn’t stick on her mouth as she approached him, Dagwoodleaning forward in her arms.
With a grin, Sweet Pea laid a hand over his heart.
“Way to kick a guy when he’s down.” She didn’t reply, rubbing her face intothe side of the baby’s head. Sweet Pea groaned. “I do stupid shit, Betty. Sometimesit’s for a good reason, but that doesn’t protect me from getting hurt. I can’tjust stop being the way I am because I’m with you now. The tattoo on my neckisn’t the only thing that makes me a Serpent.”
He pointed a long finger at the gang mark, exposing the old knife nicks onthe back of his hand. Heart getting squeezed somewhere in her throat, Bettyreached out and took that hand, balancing Dagwood in her other arm.
“I know―” she started.
“There aren’t two versions of me,” Sweet Pea interrupted heatedly. “Thereisn’t the gang member and the babysitter, two separate dudes.”
“Sweet Pea, I know that. I just… Inever want you to get hurt because of me.”
Her boyfriend laughed hard and Dagwood rocked in her arms, trying to getover to the grinning boy in black whom he’d readily adopted as his uncle.
“There’s one thing that has changed,” Sweet Pea admitted, taking the babyfrom Betty while she went to get Juniper, who was beginning to fuss. “I’m goingto take care of you, ok? The exact same way I know you’d take care of me.”
Betty opened her mouth to argue, but her boyfriend cut her off.
“No, you have to accept that,” Sweet Pea instructed. “I’m always going tothrow myself on a knife for you, babe.”
“Or a plastic baby spoon,” Betty said wryly, the funny expression on herniece’s face making her smile, “as the case may be.”
Hello! Was wondering if there was any way you could do Sweet Bee #68? Thank you so much!!! 😊😊😊
Hi! Of course, and thank you for your patience!
68. “Well, this is where I live.”
The pedestrian signal was flashing red and his jacket was over hershoulders. The pair of them stuttered forward and back, his rubber-soledsneakers longing to squeak, yet unable on wet concrete; it had rained whilethey were in the movie. When they, tacitly, decided to wait to cross ratherthan racing to the other side of the road before the light firmly forbade it,Sweet Pea’s hand shot out and clasped Betty’s. He was jumpy and everythingbelow the shoulder felt paralyzed, but he’d done it. He had her hand! Now what?
Sweet Pea exhaled and let his gaze sneak sideways until it locked withBetty’s and she smiled and he panicked.
“So you liked it? The movie?”
His first words in four blocks, and an almost exact copy of those he’d saidas they’d pressed out of the Bijou’s doors.
“Yeah.” Betty laughed a little, probably at him, but he deserved it forbeing so goddamn spacey. “What did you think?”
“Kickass,” Sweet Pea stated. “I’ve never gotten away with stealing anythingtrickier than a wine bottle. It’s nice to have role models.”
She laughed harder and he felt her fingers wiggle and twist until, suddenly,miraculously, they were intertwined with his. What he didn’t bother to say wasthat his real favourite part of Ocean’s 8had been the vibrant costumes; Sweet Pea was near certain that was the elementhe had to thank for letting him stay focused on the screen instead of the angelsipping cream soda and smelling like GIRL in the seat beside his.
“How did you pull that one off?”
“Oh, straight up the sleeve, then clutch the arm like you’re favouring aninjury,” Sweet Pea explained with a shrug. “Child’s play.”
Betty gave him a respectful nod, lips in a pink smirk that darkened near themiddle. Probably had a tongue fuchsia from her soda. He was still staring ather face when her eyes turned greener.
“Let’s walk,” he said, jerking his head at the signal now in their favour.
They hadn’t exactly talked aboutwhere they were going, but they’d left the Bijou with a buzz, eyes glimmeringfrom being on a first date that didn’t feel over yet to either of them. SweetPea just felt… connected to her. He knew if he’d walked her home, he would’velaid down on the lawn and stared up at her window all night, heart thumping,eyes uninterested in the stars.
They crossed to the other side of the street and Sweet Pea could feel thatthing happening―that thing that happens at a dance, where the partners inchtogether, so slowly that the song might end before they’ve reached that pointwhere their adrenaline dies down and they can tell they’re holding the otherperson like they want to, like they wanted to when they started dancing, butdidn’t have the guts to. It was going on between him and Betty because theuniverse was a conscientious and benevolent place that cared for Sweet Pea andwanted to put his accomplishments up in the sky as constellations like thelargescale version of taping a kid’s art to the fridge.
Their hands loosened from each other’s and their inner arms rubbed together,then Betty’s fingers were sneaking along the back of his shirt and holding abelt loop of his jeans on the far side from where she was walking along next tohim. Sweet Pea lifted his hand and brushed her hair away from the back of herneck to lay his arm there. It dangled over her shoulder, warming the leather.
Apparently, Riverdale had kept on existing while they were wrapped up in therightest first date he’d ever been on(out of, ok, not so very many), because they were standing outside of hisSouthside apartment building.
“Well,” Sweet Pea said, looking down and aligning his shoe with a gruesomecrack in the sidewalk, “this is where I live.”
He felt Betty’s hip when she tucked herself closer and watched her eyelasheslower as she probably devised a plan to take off, possibly including the words,‘thanks, but no thanks,’ or at least the sentiment.
She said, “I like it.”
“No shit?” he gasped. “Sorry.” Sweet Pea swallowed, collecting himself. “Youwant to…?”
“Mhmm,” Betty agreed.
They were awkward at the door of the building, ending up with him holding itopen while she passed under his arm. Except that she lingered there, shelteredby him, hovering like a dragonfly. He held his breath (which just made himbreathe harder) when Betty reached up and stroked the chain slung from hisneck. She twitched her head and continued inside and he stood there, hardeningin his pants, wondering what exactly she’d just talked herself out of. And ifthat mystery urge would come again.
on another note i was wondering if you could do a sweet pea / betty imagine with 72 & 99 pretty please?
Your wish is my command!
72. “You deserve so much better.”
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99. “Idon’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
What a fucking night. Invasion of the Northsiders, a variety show thatturned into a strip show, F.P.’s un-retirement… and it was only 11 o’clock!Sweet Pea snorted to himself in amused amazement. None of it really hadanything to do with him, but even being a spectator tonight was exhausting. Hehauled the front door of the Whyte Wyrm open, stepping out to get some coldnight air in his face, and halted abruptly, pressing himself back into thedoorway. There were Betty and Jughead, having it out in the parking lot.
Having it out? That didn’t make sense, considering the girl had just swungherself half-naked around a pole for her boyfriend’s entertainment. What acouple of idiots.
Sweet Pea was about to go back inside and leave them to their argument whenhe realized Betty was crying, catching the neon reflection in her eyes as heturned his head away. And Jughead was leaving her, striding across the parkinglot to the street. What the fuck?
No, he should get inside. Swipe a drink of somebody’s beer or bully Fangsinto another game of pool.
He made it as far as gripping the edge of the door, then glanced back atBetty, standing there, shivering and alone.
“You deserve so much better,” he mumbled as kept her in his sights. Then, “Shit.”
At a jog, he approached her, shoes crunching broken asphalt. Betty glancedaround, wiping at her face and crossing her arms protectively.
“You ok?” Sweet Pea asked. She looked startled. Maybe she really didn’tknow him, but even his closest friends would’ve been surprised to hear him activelyinquiring into how someone was doing.
“Fine,” she said shortly, sniffing hard.
“Don’t lie to me, Northsider,” he suggested. “You’re talking to somebody who’sbeen lying since he could talk and I do it a hell of a lot more convincinglythan you do.”
Betty glanced up at him, clearly trying to be angry, but looking desperatelysad.
“I’m not ok,” she confessed.
“Yeah, well,” Sweet Pea shrugged, wondering what he was doing, having this conversationhere, now, with her. “Jones has his head up his ass like 90% of the time, so I’msure he’ll come aro―”
“He dumped me.”
“He did?”
Betty let out a short, cynical laugh that hurt someplace deep inside SweetPea’s chest.
“Yep. Apparently my Serpent dance didn’t go over very well with him.” Shepaused to wipe at her eyes again. “Or with my mom, or F.P., or―”
“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
She gave him a wary look.
“Why would you say that?” Before he could respond, trying to scrape a castleof an answer out of the thoughts that turned to sand the longer he looked intoher eyes, she continued. “Why would you care? Why are you being nice to me?”She took a step away from him.
“Betty―” He took that same step, after her.
“No, don’t answer. Please,” she begged, the word warbling out of her on thewings of a sob, “don’t answer. You told me what a good liar you are. I couldnever believe what you said.”
He couldn’t figure out how to get the words he wanted to say to this heartbroken,beautiful blonde going in the same direction, but his hand knew how, and thatdirection was straight for her. Instinctively, Sweet Pea stroked her bare upperarm, feeling goosebumps. He breathed out, heart racing, and she shuddered astheir eyes met, though the skin under his palm was growing warm.
