#illbthe1.

I actually posted this one to it’s fine; there’s no moodboard to go with it, but enjoy :^)

“This movie is always so fun.”

Jughead hummed, looking up at her from where his head was pillowed on her lap as he ate chips, careful of getting any crumbs on her or her sweatpants. “I like it, too,” he hummed, watching as Princess Mia awkwardly flirted around Chris Pine’s character on screen. They had just settled into yet another rewatch of one of Betty's favourites, but he noticed she had been more chatty than usual, babbling as she did when she was a little bit touchier than usual. His eyes slipped closed when she rested her hand over his throat. “You're so transparent.” His comment earned him a gentle slap on the cheek, but he could only grin. 

“I'm thirsty,” Betty mused suddenly.

“Yeah, you are,” Jughead mumbled, chuckling when she slapped his cheek again. 

“Do you want anything from the kitchen, smart mouth?”

He nodded, reaching for his phone to pause the movie until Betty's hand found his, pulling his hand up, towards her. 

Jughead's mouth fell open when Betty leaned forward to suck the salt from his thumb and then his index finger before leaning down to kiss his lips. “Did you enjoy that?”

He nodded, swallowing hard before he spoke. “That was so nasty,” he murmured under his breath. A moan escaped him when she kissed him once more. “Do it again?” he begged gingerly.

A grin crossed her lips before her thumb glided along his cheek. “Meet me on the kitchen table, okay?”

“On the-”

She nodded, making his eyes widen.

“Yes, ma'am.”

A giggle escaped her before she sat up, helping him to his feet after he paused the movie.

Without any prompting, they split off as she walked towards the fridge while he found the dining table, quickly clearing the mint paisley tablecloth of any fruit bowls, dishes, or mail before closing the kitchen curtains.

When Betty appeared with a glass of water a moment later, a sultry smile on her lips, he smiled sheepishly. “Fold your clothes and leave them on the chair.”

He nodded mutely, immediately following her instructions as she watched on with hungry eyes. 

I know I'm better at words then you are, but talking about you gets me tongue-tied and, as a man of words, it truly pains me to say that; however you deserve a modicum of my appreciation.

To start with, I hate consumerism and stupid holidays- because you should know I love you everyday of our lives, even when we're mad at each other, or I'm doing something really wrong -but I did just want to reaffirm my love for you as you deserve to hear it; I love the way you lean into me while we watch television, the way you pack a bowl, how you can't keep your hands off of me while I'm cleaning dishes. I love the furrow in your brow while you cook or bake. Your smile when the cat does something stupid feels like pure heroin and sunshine all at once and it makes my chest feel funny. I've come to know your quirks and quibbles and they make me love you more and more each day.

I'm thankful it's your hand in mine and I'm so glad I am yours and you are mine,

I love you.

Always,

Betty thinks that one Saturday in particular would be a good time for a wedding. || ao3 || I’ll be the one; from the beginning

Idk where this idea came from, but I’m so happy it appeared. For the venue/aesthetic I was vaguely inspired by Safiya and Tyler’s wedding. thank you so so much @alpacalypseartb​ for your rendering of Gomez x Morticia!bughead.

“That's a nice dress,” Jughead said, smiling up at Betty from his place on the couch.

She had on a form-fitting lace dress, the black fabric of the bodice hugging her every curve while the sleeves flowed down, the back half hanging past her fingertips as the front cropped at her wrists. “You like it?” she asked, twirling once to show off the flowy skirt of the dress that spun out around mid-thigh. 

He nodded, finishing the sandwich in his hands as she stalked over, perching herself on the arm of the couch when he had wiped his fingertips on a napkin. After wrapping his arm around her waist, silently urging her into his lap, he continued. “Very Morticia Addams.”

@ Jughead Jones: birth.

another installment of I’ll Be The One: quarantine edition. ao3 || ill be the one

“So,” Betty said, snuggling up to Jughead as she crawled into bed beside him.

After he quirked a brow, silently urging her on, she crawled into his lap, drawing a laugh from him. He carefully straightened the blankets around them before wrapping his arms around her, holding her close. “So?” he echoed, smiling up at her.

An end.

Just a couple of edgy, skater-esq, pot-smoking young adults in Northern Vermont. || ao3 || from the beginning

Thank you.

Coda

21 December 2019

“Oh, my god,” he gasped.

Betty’s eyes widened in shock. “How is Archie here before us?”

“We need to turn around-”

“I made eye contact with Cheryl.”

“Hey, guys!” Cheryl called out, a devilishly sharp smile on her painted red lips.

“Fuck,” Jughead mumbled.

Growth and parallels.

Just a couple of edgy, skater-esq, pot-smoking young adults in Northern Vermont. || ao3 || from the beginning

WOW THE LAST CHAPTER IS FINALLY HERE ((there’s an epilogue after this but holy shittttt)) Thank you to every single person who’s read this, whether you dropped in for the first time during this chapter or you’ve been here since day one.

Chapter 20

7 May 2019

Jug (<3): Hey Jug (<3): Are you up Jug (<3): Bettyy Jug (<3): Wake uppppppo Jug (<3): PLEASE Jug (<3): it's important Jug (<3): Like 921 not 911 but stillll Jug (<3): 912*

Down. This chapter depicts a depressive episode. Please don't read if that's not your thing. 

Just a couple of edgy, skater-esq, pot-smoking young adults in Northern Vermont. || ao3 || from the beginning

Chapter 19

27 April 2019

Betty watched the sun flood into the room through the slats of the shades on her window. She blinked when her eyes felt dry. With a sigh, she decided to close them, listening to the music flowing out of her phone as Valley People looped again. She snuggled further under the blankets, ducking into the hoodie she’d stolen from Jughead, letting her eyes close.

Open.  This chapter depicts a panic attack. Please don't read if that's not your thing. 

Just a couple of edgy, skater-esq, pot-smoking young adults in Northern Vermont. || ao3 || from the beginning

Chapter 17

22 March 2019

In the many times Betty had shared a bed with Jughead, she had found him to be a sound sleeper.