If you are still taking prompts: Hangover-esque Bughead waking up in Vegas in bed together scantily clad and trying to figure out what the fuck happened last night because they barely knew each other through their friends Veronica and Archie. Smut would be lovely of course lol
Hey love! I love this one so much omg!!!
I hope you enjoy it ;)
ps. sorry this was written late at night and i was too lazy to edit so sorry about any mistakes…
warning: SIN, SMUT, SIN
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That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas:
Betty awoke to the feeling of sunlight on her face and a warm body wrapped around her own. The blonde sighed contently, snuggling further into the warmth of the expensive sheets- thankyou Veronica- as her eyes fluttered open and she adjusted to her surroundings. She took a moment to take everything in, that funny feeling of disorientation seeping in as it always did when waking up in a bed that wasn’t her own…
This wasn’t her room. Not just like this wasn’t her room, in her apartment back in New York. More like this wasn’t her hotel room; the one Veronica had paid for in exchange for her bridesmaids making the trip to Vegas for her and Archie’s Bachelorette and Bachelor parties.
Betty shot up in the bed, her eyes going wide. Her head pounded with the sudden movement, causing her to grimace.
Where the hell was she?
Her now more alert eyes searched the room frantically for a sign. It came in the aforementioned warm body lying next to her.
Okay that wasn’t too bad. She knew Jughead at least… kind of. He was Archie’s best man. They had exchanged a few emails back and forth for the planning of said parties, inherent to their duties as best man and maid of honour. But they had only met officially last night.
Betty ran a hand through her hair, eyes closing as she tried to ignore the anxiety creeping into her system and recall the events of the night before.
The disorientated girl let out a frustrated groan. Flopping back on the bed, trying to decipher the best course of action for this particular scenario. Funnily enough it was not something her mother had prepared her for, despite being overtly vocal about the polite and correct way to act in every situation as she was growing up. Betty rolled her eyes, briefly allowing herself to be calmed by the ironic thought.
Jughead stirred next to her, and the panic was back.
Betty held her breath, trying desperately to work out what the hell she was supposed to say to him. Would he remember how they had ended up like this?
She could taste the remnants of vodka in her mouth; well at least that explained the lack of memory.