He sits back in the chair, and feels like he should be shocked.Â
Isnât that what he should be feeling?
When oneâs girlfriend breaks up with them out of the blue, isnât it shock that a person should be feeling?Â
But strangely, for whatever reason, he doesnât. In full honesty, there arenât many feelings heâs currently experiencing. Even the surprise is muted.
âYouâre breaking up with me?â he says, and Tabitha gives a sad nod.Â
âWhy?âÂ
Perhaps itâs a stupid question. He has not been what one would call the best boyfriend to her though their relationship. Absent sometimes, ignorant others, but it wasnât easy for him either. It had been a relief, somewhat of an exhalation to have someone who didnât make his stomach twist in knots. Who didnât make him feel so much that he thought he may explode. Who didnât fill him all up with feelings so hard to describe when he thought of her.Â
It had been easy. Painless. And love beforeâŚwas anything but.Â
Tabitha sighs, lowers herself into a chair beside him, places a gentle hand over his.Â
âBecauseâŚbecause I saw every future.â
His brow furrows, his eyes swivel toward her.Â
âAnd in some of themâŚ.we werenât together?â
Her eyes drop and he thinks he sees the glint of tears. Tabitha swallows hard and he looks at her, maybe he looks at her harder than he has in months.Â
âInâŚmost of them we werenât together?â
âNone,â she sighs on an exhalation. âIn none of them, Jughead, not one. But thatâs not even the important part.âÂ
Maybe that should have been a shock, but is there anything left in him capable of being shocked anymore?Â
Sometimes he wonders if there is anything left in him, period.Â
But that question has a quick answer, because Tabitha squeezes his hand, her eyes full of tears and pity.Â
âBetty.âÂ
The name jump starts something inside him, something heâd thought long dead.Â
âBetty?â And he hates the way his voice shakes, especially when he can see her notice it.Â
âBetty. Sheâs who you need Jughead. Sheâs who you have, in every version of the future. In every one, when the world needs to be saved, or even when it doesnât, itâs you and Betty.â
He can feel his heart pounding, and it feels like something inside waking up after so many years. It feels like being alive again.Â
Tabitha gives his hand another squeeze, and another sad smile.
âYou and her, in every future. I didnât believe in soulmates before, but you twoâŚ.sometimes you stay here, solve all the townâs mysteries, die heroes. Sometimes you escape, and youâre living in this ratty little apartment but you look so happy. Sometimes one of you dies early, and the other follows them, because youâd follow each other anywhere. Sometimes I can see you two, middle aged and surrounded by kids. But either way, JugheadâŚevery version of you loves her. In every future, the world needs the two of you.â
She shrugs, every muscle slumped in resignation. âHow could I compete with that? How could I hold you back from that?â
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The car was silent. It had been for the past twenty minutes, and Betty was under the assumption that it would stay like that until they got back to town.
The gentle drag of Jugheadâs fingers against her thigh was pretty much the only thing that was keeping her grounded at that point in time, from letting her mind wander too far into the dark like it did sometimes. Her hands were curled into fists at her waist where her arms had wrapped around herself, making her smaller against the seat. Her fingernails dug into the soft cotton of her jumper instead of her palm. The half-moon scars hadnât been reopened in months, and she wanted to keep it that way. Even if it was hard in times like that.
If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough, the sound of the shattering glass at Veronicaâs cabin could be heard again. Or the many voices that were shouting in the living room, demanding the four friends to kneel. An involuntary shudder ran through the blonde at the memory; the way the wooden flooring pressed against her knees uncomfortably as she knelt down, her hand holding such a tight grip on Jugheadâs that it trembled.
Maybe it wasnât the threats that had scared her so much. Looking at those faces, covered by black hockey masks to obscure most of their features, it just reminded Betty of the Black Hood, the serial killer who had called and traumatised her for weeks on end. And even though the sociopath was dead, it still scared her. If her phone rang unexpectedly sometimes it made her flinch, and her heart beat against her chest painfully as she answered, even though she knew it couldnât possibly be the Black Hood. She had to change her ringtone after a week when she kept getting scared by the ironically cheery tune. Or if it wasnât that scaring her, then the thought of what those men could have done to them brought her mind back to the night that sheâd helped her mother dispose of the body in her house, the night that still left her feeling nauseous when she thought about it.
The car hit a pothole in the road, and the sudden jolt that roughly brought Betty out of her thoughts caused her to flinch, her hand gripping Jugheadâs wrist with immediate fear. Her eyes had blurred over with unshed tears so she couldnât see as her boyfriend moved beside her, but she felt the hand as it left her leg, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders instead.
âBetty,â His voice was low against her temple, as he probably didnât want to disturb Veronica and Archie with the hushed conversation. âTake a deep breath.â
It was only then that she realised how much she had been trembling, and her lips parted to suck in a deep breath as her hand gripped onto his jumper, making a fist in that material instead. Her seatbelt was making it harder to completely tuck herself into him, so she pulled the top of it to slacken the belt which allowed her to shuffle closer to him as the tears finally started falling.
âWeâll be back soon,â He was whispering into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, and his free hand moved to replace the other on her thigh, gently dragging his fingers against the skin once more. âWe can go and stay at mine or at yours, wherever you want. I wonât leave you alone.â
The thought of staying under the same roof as Chic after that night made her stomach lurch, so she had started shaking her head as soon as he mentioned her house. âI canât go back to mine.â She whispered tearfully, and she felt him nod against her head.
âYou donât have to, you can stay at mine.â Jughead held her a little tighter, and Betty sniffled as she pushed herself closer into his embrace.
She didnât say anything else for a while. His fingers continued to gently trace along her thigh, and she allowed herself to focus on that touch again, the warmth of his hand against her trembling leg. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on his touch, so that she didnât think about the cabin, or the Black Hood, or the body. The sound of the Black Hoodâs voice in her ear over the phone. The blood that stained her hands and clothes as she knelt on her kitchen floor. The smell of the bleach as she scrubbed the-
âHey guys,â It was Veronicaâs voice that broke her train of thought, and Betty blinked through her tears to look up at her equally tired best friend. âWeâre here.â
Betty had to force her fingers to unwrap from around Jugheadâs jumper so they could get out of the car. His hand remained a gentle touch against her arm as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, and once he had followed her outside his palm moved to her lower back to keep her steady. She was still trembling somewhat, and when she took a glance over towards Veronica and Archie they were stood just about the same way on the other side of the car to them.
The bright neon lights from the Popâs sign blurred her vision even further, and Betty had to blink another few times before she could see clearly. The pink light reflected off of the recently-polished car in front of them, like how the candlelight in the cabin had reflected off of the axe-
Jughead pulled her into her arms, and it was only then that Betty truly realised how much harder it was getting to suck in a breath through her suddenly thick throat. He was mumbling something that she couldnât quite hear as his hand cupped the back of her head, and she gripped onto the soft material of his jumper again as she forced a breath in. She had been feeling even more anxious recently, with the incident with Archie and the Black Hood, and then the body at her house. Maybe this was finally the long-awaited tipping point that she had been expecting for months, ever since the Black Hood had started calling her.
âBetty?â Veronicaâs hand was on her shoulder - it was smaller and more delicate than Jugheadâs hands on the back of her head and her waist. âWeâre home now, itâs okay.â
She nodded into Jugheadâs shoulder, and took in another breath as she gripped onto him tighter. âI know,â The words were a little choked out, but were still honest. âI just⌠itâs a lot.â
Betty didnât need to say more because she knew that theyâd understand, and she was given evidence of that when Jughead held her more lovingly against himself, his touch less worried than before. Veronica gently rubbed her shoulder before the touch was lifted, and Betty heard her mention that she and Archie would get them a table inside to give them a moment alone. The thought of guilt passed through her thoughts, that they had all been through the same thing so she shouldnât need special treatment, but in that moment Betty was too tired to need anything other than her boyfriendâs support.
âIâm okay,â Still, she didnât want him to worry about her on top of everything else, so the words were mumbled into his jumper as she held onto his waist. âReally.â
âMe too.â The words were mumbled against her forehead, before a gentle kiss was left behind afterwards. He wasnât okay either and she could tell, but there was comfort in the fact that they were home, and it would allow them to get through it together.
Too early for Christmas? The Betty Cooper Cookies Paradox
Veronicaâs annual Pembrooke Christmas Decoration Reveal has always been a source of great frustration for one Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third. Never have his principles been tested in such a savage way. After all, how can one mock the hostessâs extremely premature foray into the Christmas season (seriously though, who in their right mind starts decorating on the 2nd of November?!) when the buffet consists of Betty Cooperâs Very Best Selection of Christmas-themed Cookies?
There is a very small part in Jugheadâs already sugar-addled brain that finds Bettyâs amusement at his predicament suspicious but the shortbread Santas are melting in his mouth in the most delicious way demanding his full attention. He can get to the bottom of this later. To eat intelligently is an art form after all, and he is nothing if not an intelligent eater. Jughead makes sure to wiggle his eyebrows at Betty next time he licks his lips.
prompt: âI took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. This is real. This is happeningâ requested by @crazymisscarly hope you like itâ¤ď¸
This takes place before the first part that you can read here.
âŚ.
32 weeks ago
Jughead arrived home late from the office, he lost track of time writing for his new mystery storybook. Working on some cases in their Private Investigation Agency was great for his writing, most of those stories were inspired in some cases theyâve been working on this last year.
That morning Betty decided to stay at home after waking up nauseous, again. Itâs been two days in a row and the nausea havenât stopped.
She was convinced the reason why she was feeling so sick was dipping her burger in her milkshake the last time they ate at Popâs three days ago before coming back home after visiting their family and friends in Riverdale.
âŚ
They decided to eat at Popâs before catching their plane back to Boston. It was an obligatory stop every time they visited Riverdale.
What was unexpected was Bettyâs choice of milkshake at first. She arrived telling him how much she was craving a chocolate milkshake, when she usually orders the strawberry one. The second unexpected thing she did was dipping her burger at least twice in her milkshake
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Jughead asked horrified after looking at her devouring the remains of her burger covered in chocolate milkshake.
âWhat? This? I donât know⌠I just wanted to. But honestly you should try it, it tastes really goodâ she answered unbothered, while dipping one of her fries in her milkshake as well.
âThis is disgusting Betty even for meâ
âWell⌠your loss thenâ she said still eating hungrily her fries. âCan we order more fries and another milkshake for the ride?â she never eats that much before traveling so that was unexpected too.
âAre you trying to beat my eating record Betts?â
âShh, just shut up Iâm hungry, thatâs allâ
âŚ
Betty was staring at the sink of their bathroom filled with positive pregnancy tests when she heard him arrive home.
That morning she was talking to her mom on the phone when she jokingly suggested it, after hearing she had been sick for two days. After finish her call she opened her calendar only to realize that her period was more than two weeks late, everything started to make sense.
âHey Betty, Iâm home! Are you feeling better?â She heard him call from the small living room of their apartment. âBetty?â
She came out of the bathroom to find him in the living room. âHey! How was your day?â She said ask she leaned to peck him on the lips.
âI caught up writing for a little bit, Sam asked if I could send him something new next week, also Ms. Calloway called again, she said another ring from her hidden box is goneâ
âIâll look at that tomorrow, I wonât leave you all the work if you need to write, besides I donât wanna lose another day of workâ she tried to avoid the topic at first, she didnât know how to tell him about what she just found out earlier.
âHey hey! Stop right there, first, how are you feeling?â
She was so nervous to tell him about her recent discovery. Telling him meant acknowledging their lives were about to change permanently.
âIâm fine nowâŚâ she didnât sound so convincing.
âThereâs something else you wanna tell me?â He wasnât convinced.
âI think I know why Iâm feeling like thisâŚâ without notice a few tears began to fall from her eyes.
âHey itâs okay, you can tell me but please donât cry, youâre freaking me outâ
âI know I know. Iâm sorry. I just I donât know how this happened, I mean know, but I wasnât expecting it and trust me neither do youâŚâ she was talking fast, something she used to do when she was nervous.
âBetty, calm down, everything will be alrigâŚâ
âIâm pregnantâ she blurted out without warning.
He froze for a couple minutes.
âSay something pleaseâ
âAre you sure?â That was all he could say a few minutes later, still shocked.
âI took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. This is real. This is happening, come lookâ she grabbed his hand dragging him to the bathroom where all the nine positive tests were laying on the sink.
âWow, this is really happeningâ he said still on shock looking at the sink full of tests.
âI knowâ she giggled nervously.
âWhen we talk about it the other day I never thought It could happen so fastâ
âHonestly I think I was already pregnant at that time, I mean we werenât trying but at some point we just stopped avoiding itâ she smiled teasing at him, he couldnât take his eyes off those nine tests.
âFair enoughâ
âHey are you okay?â she said placing both of her hands on his cheeks, making him look at her.
âYeah, Itâs just⌠I canât believe this is happening, after everything we went trough we are hereâ a single tear fell from his eyes.
âI know⌠we are really doing thisâ she smiled, tears of joy were falling from their eyes.
âYou have no idea how much I love you, both of youâ he said before kissing her and placing one of his hands in her stomach where their baby was growing, she placed hers on top of his.
âI love you so much Juggieâ He kissed her again, before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up.
A few years ago, he would not have believed that this would be his life. He felt so lucky.
After everything that happened in their lives, they deserved it.
35 and 49 for the prompts if you're happy to do them!!
i donât even remember when these prompts are from but i just spent three hours writing to procrastinate the amount of work i need to do. enjoy babies, i know we miss our bughead <3
35: âDo you trust me?â
Itâs such a perfect day in Riverdale.
Itâs a Sunday and Betty isnât working so sheâs found herself at the one spot that brings her some semblance of peace.
Itâs a spot sheâs deemed, hers.
Itâs a little cliff that overlooks a part of Sweetwater River, and she likes to sit there on days like this.
On days where she only wants to hear the quiet rustle of trees and the soft flow of water, and not her motherâs shrieking scream and her fatherâs bellowing yell. Itâs her little slice of heaven and nothing ever disturbs it.
She wouldnât say the cliff is unsafe, just a little intimidating, and thereâs a deep amount of water that would cushion her if she ever fell, but she doesnât necessarily have the urge to ever jump in from this high. Itâs a decent twenty-five to thirty-foot drop. If she wanted to jump in, sheâd walk down the hill and jump from a smaller ledge.
So when a man runs up to her, frantic and panicky, she has no idea what to do. She stands from the ledge in fear, her hand to her chest.
âDo you trust me?â The man says, his dark hair pointing up in all directions, an indication that heâs been running for a while.
Betty looks around, âNo! What the fuck! I just met you?! Why would Iââ
The man cuts her off, âWell you better jump or else weâre dead.â
Betty narrows her eyes in confusion, âWhy, why would I everâŚdo that?â
The man looks between her and the space behind her, âWell, if you want to get trampled and slash or killed by a bunch of wild Ghoulies, your best option is to jump.â
She looks at this crazed man in disbelief and a little bit of amusement and barks out a laugh, âWhat the fuck are Ghoulies?â
She can hear, quite literally, a herd of âŚsomething⌠(Ghoulies????) come her way and he grabs her hand, gently, hesitantly. A stark contrast to his panicky nature.
âListen, I donât want a random person, you, to get caught in a gang war, so itâs either we jump now, and get fuck out of here, or weâll be pushed or worse. Iâm sorry butâŚIâd rather you get the fuck out of here.â
âYou donât even know who I am? Why wouldnât you just jump on your own?â
Heâs getting frustrated and anxious now, âI-I know, I know okayââ he looks over her shoulder, âIâllâIâll buy you, something, dinner or like a milkshake or something. Iâll give you straight-up cash, I donât care, just pleaseâŚâ He lays his hand out.
Betty looks down at the water beneath her and his outstretched hand, and sighs. This is not how she thought her day would go.
But she looks at this panicked man, his tousled raven curls, sparkling blue eyes and tall, thin frame, and says, fuck it.
She takes her phone and chucks it into the nearby bush, grabs his hand hastily and they jump.
âŚ
49: You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out
!Mature! (mentions of smutty stuff, and mention of r@pe)
What is she doing here?
Listen, there arenât many things in this world that Jughead hates more than Betty Cooper. Her uptight attitude, that tight blonde ponytail, her upper-middle-class poise. The entitlement. Jesus, thereâs nothing Jughead wouldnât give to rip out that ponytail and see if her whole personality falls apart.
And to find her here, in the basement of the Ghoulie clubhouse, trying to argue her way out of a chair, that sheâs been tied to.
Sheâs tied to a chair.
Yes, he hates her. But he hates the Ghoulies more.
Heâd come to the Ghoulie Clubhouse to have a civil conversation with Malachai. The Ghoulie leader had known Jughead was coming, but he wasnât upstairs at the table like theyâd discussed, so Jughead was led downstairs to where Malachai was supposedly dealing with business.
Arguing with Betty Cooper, who is, ONCE AGAIN, tied to a chair.
After he knocks out Malachai and his minion waiting at the door, he hastily unties Betty, grabs her wrist, and leads her out the back door, all with her fighting against his grip.
When they make it to his motorcycle, he signals her to get on and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in refusal.
âGet. On.â Jughead says, through his teeth, in anger and frustration.
Betty smiles, âNo.â
Jughead grabs his helmet, and puts it onto her head, grabbing her waist and putting her on his motorcycle. He gets in behind her and wraps his arms around her to reach the handlebars.
He can tell Betty is fuming in front of him, but sheâs not making any effort to get off, so he starts his motorbike and theyâre off.
He drives them to his trailer and the minute he stops, Betty jumps off, hastily takes off his helmet and throws it on the ground.
âWhat the fuck was that?â
Jughead chuckles humorously as he lazily gets off the motorcycle, puts down the brake and leans against it, arms crossed.
âIâm sorry, what the fuck was that? How did you, Princess Elizabeth Cooper, find herself tied to a chair, in the basement of a drug den? The Ghoulie Clubhouse? How, the fuck, does prim and proper Betty Cooper find herself there, of all places?â
Betty picks a piece of fluff off her black, low-cut sweater, something heâs never seen her wear before in his life. âOh that, Malachai and I were just having a little fun.â
Jughead stands up and walks towards her slowly, âA little fun, my ass. Tell me what you were doing there, right now.â
Betty huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, ďżźaccentuating her breasts, âYou canât tell me what to do.â
Jughead stops in front of her and looks down at her, âTry me. Tell me, right now, what you were doing there.â
Betty glares at him, âI can take care of myself you know. I didnât need you to knock Malachai out and treat me like a princess locked in an ivory tower. I was handling it.â
Jughead licks his lips and glares at her harder, âThatâs funny. It didnât look like it. How do you âhandle itâ with you tied to a chair?â
âFuck you, Jughead. You donât think I can handle myself, what, because Iâm a woman? I needed a big, strong man to come and save me? The big, scary Serpent King, to come and rescue me? I didnât need to be saved.â
Jughead puts his hand on her chin, running his thumb down her bottom lip roughly. Her eyes darken but sheâs still glaring at him. As is he, âIâm sorry honey, but it looks like you did. Now, donât make me ask again. What the fuck were you doing there?â
She tries to get out of his hold, but his hand remains roughly placed at her chin, âI was following a lead.â
Jughead barks out a humorous laugh once more, honestly, this whole thing is amusing.
âYou were âfollowing a lead.ââ He says, mockingly.
Betty glares at him even harder and pushes her hands against his chest.
Jughead continues, âAnd did The Princess find what she came for?â
âNo,â Betty says through her teeth.
Jughead and Betty have known each other since the ripe young age of six. Jughead would chase after her and pull her hair in the playground. Sheâd kick his ass playing any sports and stick her tongue out at him every time sheâd win.
Sheâd get under his skin in freshman and sophomore year when theyâd compete against each other in the high school spelling bee, always coming first to his second. Theyâd compete against each other in the Mathletes team and in debating and theyâd always be against each other.
And when Betty won valedictorian and he was salutatorian, once again did they find each other at odds.
In all of his life, Jughead has never wanted to fuck her so hard, then he does right now. Heâs never wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her so hard she cums over and over again. Heâs never wanted to suck her clit so hard and lick that pretty pussy until she screams for everyone to hear. Heâs never, so badly, wanted to pull at that ponytail while she takes his whole cock into her mouth, choking her with his cum. Heâs never wanted to teach her a lesson so bad for scaring the absolute shit out of him by being down there.
Except, that he does, which heâd known he has since he began feeling any type of lust for anyone. There she was, so uptight and perfect, and heâd always wanted to rough her up.
And right now, heâd give anything to push her against his trailer, wrap those creamy long legs around his waist and fuck her raw.
Jughead pushes away his lustful thoughts. âAnd what exactly did you come for, Betty? Why were you there really?â
Betty sighs now, tired of this whole thing and Jughead releases his hand from her chin.
âI was there because I wanted to snoop. I wanted concrete evidence that the Ghoulies are making and distributing Jingle Jangle across Riverdale, so I could finally do something about it. Put Malachai away, shut down the operation. But I was too hasty about it. I shouldâve brought back up, I shouldâve been more prepared. Itâs just, another person died, and I got angry. I shouldnât have done it, it was stupid. But I didnât need you to rescue me.â
Jughead sighs, âBetty, you shouldâve come to me. You know I know stuff about this, but youâre so stubborn that you would never come to me about this stuff.â
Betty walks over to sit on the stairs that lead up to his front door, âJughead, Iâm tired. Iâm over it. My head hurts. I donât need you calling me names because I was too stupid to see through my hatred for you. I get it, okay.â
It makes him uncomfortable to see her defeated. He may have spent his whole life hating her, but heâs never seen her as weak. He walks up to her and crouches down, so theyâre at eye level,
âIf youâd come to me, youâd know I was dealing with this. You may think Iâm yourâwhat did you sayâ âbig, scary Serpent Kingâ but Iâm not standing around all day doing nothing. You know that Iâm not dumb. Iâm dealing with this shit daily, Iâm trying to make Riverdale better and clean of their stupid drugs. And if youâd come to me, youâd know why I was there today, which was to give him an ultimatum. I dug up some dirt, found some shit and can put him away for a long, long time. Iâm so close, Betty. Now, I donât know whatâs going to happen. He might flee before I can hand in the evidence, or not even sit down with me. I donât know what to do.
But today, you were stupid. Because these men arenât respectful. You come into my bar? You snoop around my shit, yeah weâd get angry, but Iâm telling you, none of my men, would ever do anything to disrespect you. The Ghoulies, on the other hand, donât care when a pretty girl comes in, looking like you do. They donât respect women, they donât see them like we do. And we may be a gang as well, but first, weâre a family. They donât give a shit about that. Theyâre the lowest of low. So excuse me, for getting you out, for protecting you. Because the last thing I want to hear is that Betty Cooper, valedictorian of her year, journalist, friend, sister, a woman Iâve known since before I could think any cohesive thought, was raped and killed by a bunch of scum of the earth.â
Bettyâs face crumbles and a sob releases from her lips. A tear runs down her face and she puts her head in her hands, in embarrassment, in anger, in fear, he doesnât know. But he feels his heart crack at the sound.
He stands and sits on the stair next to her, shuffling her down so she leans into him as she sobs. He wraps his arms around her and places his chin on her head.
He whispers out into the night, âIâm sorry, I know thatâs intense. And I know weâve spent our whole lives hating each other. But I respect you, okay? Despite all that. Youâre intelligent and beautiful, and seeing you down there scared the shit out of me. And I admire your bravery and I know youâre strong and can take care of yourself. But I donât know what they were going to do. I assumed they had to have knocked you out already to get you tied up like that and I just panicked. Iâm sorry okay. Iâm sorry for forcing you to get on my motorcycle and come here but I was scared. And Iâll admit that I was scared.â
He feels her take a large inhale of breath against his chest, and then, he feels her arms come and wrap around his waist. He feels her bury her head into his stomach.
Jugheadâs heart skips a beat and heâs never felt this scared in his life.
âIâm sorry.â He hears her say softly, and he looks down at her to see her looking up at him, âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay, just come to me next time, please. Please, Betty, Iâm begging you, we can help each other. Just donât do that again.â
Betty nods, looking up at him, at his lips, he realizes, and she places her head at the crook of his neck.
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âJughead...â she gasps softly, her eyes wide as he casually walks into the cafeteria.
She shouldnât be surprised that Southsideâs baddest is sporting a freshly bruised eye and a deep cut across his cheek to match.
But she canât help the way her heart clenches at the thought of him in pain.
Archie chuckles, taking a large bite out of his turkey on rye sandwich before arching his eyebrow in her direction. âDidnât you hear how he got that?â
Betty turns her attention to him so quickly her ponytail smacks her cheek. âWhat do you mean?â
âWord on the street is that Chuck and some guys were in the locker room this morning talking about ways theyâd, uh, loosen your ponytail,â he says with a grimace as Bettyâs eyebrows furrow.
âHeâs disgusting,â Veronica interjects, her own expression rivaling Bettyâs. âAnd what does that have to do with Jughead?â
Bettyâs heart is pounding so loudly she wonders whether itâs the sound thatâs drawn his attention to her. His heavy gaze meets hers for the briefest of moments and yet itâs more than enough to spread a fire within the confines of her chest.
âWell, considering Chuckâs now in the nurseâs office,â Archie says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. âIâd say...everything.â
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The FBI, the CSIs, the folks from the DEA, and that one guy from the IRS, who they were pretty sure was sightseeing, finished processing the scene, packed up their shit and drove their anonymous sedans out of town. Betty slumped onto the curb, expelling an exhausted sigh.
She never would have solved it without him. It made missing him even more poignant. He came and sat beside her, reaching for her hand, holding it tenderly while he spoke,
âOkay maybe Iâm crazy but I was thinking... maybe we should get back together, get married and start a detective agency.â
Summary: What happens when Betty and Jugheadâs youngest finds her Mom pecking Santa under the mistletoe?
Warnings: None
Notes: Itâs been a while since I wrote for Bughead! A cute little drabble to fill my âAfter The Kids Have Gone To Sleepâ square on my @riverdalebingo card!
Exhausted from trying to settle three excited kids, Betty collapses on her couch on Christmas Eve with a tired sigh.
She isnât sure how long her eyes have been closed for, seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, before she feels Jugâs hands on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing small circles.
âLetâs get this lot sorted and then maybe you can sleep on an actual bed.â She leans her head back on the pillows, lips searching for his only to be met with a wicked smile and bright red hat.
âJuggy is that a Santa suit?â She gasps, body now up right as sheâs startled awake.
âThought Iâd keep up with the festive spirit.â His eyebrows raise suggestively, hand producing a small sprig of mistletoe that he holds high above her head.
She doesnât objecting, laughing when he tilts her back dramatically before peppering her face with small kisses.
Theyâre both too distracted to notice the pair of bright wide eyes staring at them from the stairs.
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When morning arrives, all too quickly for a still sleepy Betty and Jughead, two sets of excited feet bound down the stairs. Small squeals of excitement echo off the walls as they descend down, two steps at a time before diving at the pile of presents under the tree.
Their youngest however, Juliet, hangs back, little arms crossed over her chest, a tiny but adorable pout on her lips.
Jugheadâs heart sinks a little as he kneels beside her. âSweetheart whatâs wrong?â
âI hate Santa!â Her dad tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, but it does nothing to soften her narrowed green eyes. So much like Betty.
She stomps her little foot to the ground twice to get her point across.
âWhy would you hate Santa?â Confused now, Jughead watched as she turns and points towards Betty.
âI saw him kissing Mommy the way you kiss Mommy!â It takes everything in Jug not to lose it, his lips pressed together in a thin line so he doesnât laugh.
He chances a glance at Betty, big mistake. Sheâs already holding her hand over her mouth, trying to conceal the growing smile, her shoulders shaking slightly with laughter.