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FINAL FULL LENGTH CHAPTER OF

WON’T YOU PROMISE ME, WE’LL KEEP DANCING

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Outside, the rain continues. The sun hangs heavy in the sky, shrouded by the clouds that surround it, the city covered in darkness, ready for impending nightfall. Jughead’s eyes are tired and he feels the purple bruises under them darken and sink further into his skin. He leans back in his desk chair, running his hands across his face before looking back down at his unfinished manuscript. He sighs, looking at the fifteen pages he barely managed to get out, before standing up and shutting his laptop.

He draws back the window curtain to see the city’s darkness, arriving early due to the rain. He shuts his curtain and turns to walk out of his office/living area. He walks left to go down his hall and into the kitchen.

He’s pretty lucky. His apartment isn’t as shitty as what he thought he’d be living in at this age. He’d been in a shitty dorm in college but after his book sold, he’d bought this loft. It was sectioned off with tall shelves and storage cupboards that didn’t reach the ceiling. It was mostly grey but had enough colour that it didn’t look like he was a vampire, living in the dark eternally. It was big--big for a New York studio apartment--and it was all his. Jughead loves his apartment, his home. He’d gladly stay cooped up by himself, eating nothing but pizzas and burgers, increasingly growing outward and writing novels until the end of time.

He rounds his kitchen table and switches on his coffee machine, placing a mug underneath as it begins to pour inside. The soft, steady cadence of the dark liquid dripping into his ceramic mug mixes in with the gentle stream of rain that patters against his roof.

He closes his eyes, feeling the calming sounds lull him into a sense of peace, time stopping for a short moment before the world starts up again.

Suddenly and abruptly, there are a series of knocks on the door.

The coffee machine switches off, dinging in alert that the coffee is ready.

Dinging in alert that what he’s been waiting for is finally here.

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all the way home i’ll be warm

“Spying on me, are you?” she ponders, as she opens the bag to select some clothes.

Jughead scoffs, “No, not spying.”

Betty turns to look at him, holding the towel tighter to her chest, “Then what the hell are you doing here while I’ve just come out of the shower?”

Jughead sits up a little more, “Well, I didn’t know you would be naked? Did I? I just needed to see if it was really you.”

“You just needed to see if it was really me?” She scoffs, “Now that you have, you wouldn’t mind if I got changed?”

Jughead signals as if to say, be my guest.

Betty smiles and drops the towel, unceremoniously.

He gulps loudly before sweeping his eyes down her naked body and back up to her face. He speaks hoarsely, “What are you doing?”

Betty combs through her luggage, standing butt-naked, not a care in the world, “Trying to find something to wear.”

Jughead sighs and looks at her face, “No, what are you doing here?”

Betty finds some undergarments, picking up some small pink panties and sliding them up her legs. She sighs, “I’m here to visit my mother.”

Jughead scoffs, “Bullshit. Your mother moved back home years ago.”

Betty pulls out a bra and clips it on, making Jughead exhale slightly. She turns to look at him again, “Checking up on my family members’ whereabouts? What has gotten into you, Forsythe?”

Jughead stands, “Look, Elizabeth, you’re not supposed to be here, and you know that. You could get in a lot of trouble.”

Betty walks over to him and looks up at him, “I’m sorry, Captain, but the only way I could get into trouble was if someone were to turn me in.”

He swallows roughly as she runs her hands up his abdomen and over his shoulders. He looks down at her, “You’re a liar, and a thief,”

Betty smirks, “So what were you doing, falling in love with me?”

He steps away from her, “That was a mistake.”

“Then what are you still doing here?”

Jughead steps forward again, “I have to take you downtown, where you will be appropriately punished for all the crimes you committed.”

Betty laughs seductiveluy, “What, and you can’t punish me here?” She leans up to his ear, “You used to like doing that.”

“Betty...”

She flicks her tongue against his earlobe and he continues, “Please, what are you doing here? We had a deal.”

Betty steps back, “What if I’m here for you? What if I missed you?”

Jughead scoffs, “If I were to believe that, I would be a fool.”

Betty sighs, dropping all pretense and looking the most sincere he’s seen her in a long time, “But I did. And I realized I...I couldn’t live without you.”

*Dr Jones and sick Betty part 2*

She’s in a room now, they have her hooked up to a drip to get her fluids back up. She hasn’t seen the handsome doctor since he left her in the emergency room but nurses have been coming in an out of her room, doting to her every need.

Apparently she has food poisoning and lost a lot of fluids because she’s been throwing up. The nurses said that she’s dehydrated and that’s why she feels out of sorts and lethargic.

She’s still throwing up but they’ve given her a bucket now so she doesn’t have to get up to go to the bathroom.

She hears a soft knock on the door and there he is.

Dr Jones. A lock of his perfect raven hair curls down gently on his forehead, his sparkling blue eyes captivating her every nerve, his dark blue scrubs matching perfectly with them. A stethoscope is resting gently around his neck, his badge resting on his hip bone.

God, she could not have imagined a more perfect being if she tried. Heat floods to her cheeks as he enters.

“Hey there sunshine, how are you feeling?”

Betty bites her lip. She feels horrible, shit really, but he’s so cute and she doesn’t want his impression of her to be this sick girl in the hospital. She sits up and tries to not look like she’s dying, “Oh, you know, I’m well.”

Jughead senses the sarcasm in her tone and smirks. He sits down on the bed and she leans forward a little, “You look better at least. You’re going to be throwing up for a while but you have more color in your face which is good. But I need you to drink some water. Your throat would be dry and you need to clear out that stomach acid from your mouth.”

Well, so much for impressions. He hands her a bottle of water and she grabs it, taking a short sip before placing down.

“Can you take one more sip for me?” He says.

Anything for you, she thinks before sipping one more time, her throat feeling better. But her stomach turns and she clutches her stomach in pain.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” he rubs her arm and she sighs, “You’ll be okay.”

He stands up and she misses his warmth already, “I’ll come back and check up on you, but when your fluids come up, you should be good to go. We can’t do anything else but let you recover.”

She nods and he winks as he leaves.

hi hi hi my love! TWO little fics for you!

prompt one

Her hands are shaking, her body is trembling, her lungs are closing in on her. The rain patters down hard on the roof above her and the sound fills her ears as she curls up in her bed. She tosses and turns but the anxiety is too much.

She knows he won’t be home tonight, she knows he’s in the city for a meeting, but that doesn’t mean she’s okay with him not being there.

She rolls over again reaching over to grab her phone from the bedside table. Her fingers shake as she scrolls to the little green phone and presses the only number on her Favorites list.

It rings once.

“Hey baby,” his husky voice whispers in her ear.

A light sob comes out from Betty’s mouth and she begins to breathe short breaths, “B-baby.”

“Hey hey hey hey hey shhh...it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. Breathe for me, deep breaths,”

Betty inhales through her nose,

He continues, “That’s it. All the way in, there you go. Now out,”

Betty exhales out through her mouth, she feels her heart begin to slow as she repeats the slow breaths.

“Good, now again, nice and slow. You’re doing so well, baby.”

Jughead breathes in and out with her as she calms down, gently consoling her as her breathing becomes controlled.

“I miss you,” Betty whispers softly, “So much.”

Jughead chuckles lightly, “I saw you yesterday,”

“Every day you’re not here, I can’t breathe.”

Jughead sighs, “I miss you too, my love. This bed is huge but I need to feel your cold feet on my legs.”

Betty chuckles wetly, “I miss my human heater. It is freezing in this bed without you.”

“I keep waiting for you to snuggle over and climb on top of me, but you’re not here so I’m hugging the pillow like a six-year-old,” Jughead muses.

Betty giggles at the visual image, “I’ll see you soon though, right?”

“As soon as humanly possible.”

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prompt two

“Someone get me a vomit bag! Stat!” Veronica charges into the emergency room like she owns to place, holding a groaning Betty in her arms.

Betty turns away from Veronica’s chest and gags over her shoulder, throwing up onto the ground.

“Ew, ew, ew! Someone get a fucking bag please!” Veronica shouts, again.

A dark-haired, handsome doctor rushes over towards them, his blue eyes gazing into Betty’s green ones.

I think I’m dreaming, Betty thinks as she transfers her weight and crashes into the handsome doctor, groaning at the pain in her abdomen. Veronica rushes over to the nurse's station, leaving the doctor and Betty alone.

He tentatively touches her shoulders and directs his instructions towards her, “Okay, you need to calm down a little before you make yourself sick again. Take a seat, we’ll get someone to clean up the mess. Just make sure you sit down so that your stomach settles a little.”

She swears her mouth answers before her brain does, “Okay, handsome.”

The handsome doctor scoffs with a smirk before pushing her gently down into a wheelchair that the nurse brought over and shoving the vomit bag in her hand, “Okay, sunshine, take a seat.”

The doctor begins to walk away and Betty scrambles up, grabbing his arm to stop him, “Wait! Where are you going...”

She looks down at his name tag,

Goddamn okay... “Dr Jones?”

“I’m going to go save lives or whatever...” he says with a smirk before walking over to the nurse and talking softly, but loud enough for Betty to hear, “Keep an eye on her, will ya?”

this is actually part 7 of the doctor jones series and the last part for now! *tap the doctor jughead hashtag to read the parts before this*

also i will be uploading these prompts on my drabble collection on ao3 sometime this week :)

sorry if there are typos and mistakes 🙈

thank you for all the prompts! i’ve enjoyed this little ficlet!

She wakes up in the morning tangled up in his limbs. Betty sighs softly and burrows further into his arms and she feels him tighten his arms around her shoulders.

She feels a brush of his lips against her forehead and she opens her eyes and tilts her head up to see him staring down at her with a soft smile on his face.

“Good morning,” He says, his husky morning voice sounding unbearably sexy.

Betty smiles, “Morning,” she says before leaning up to give him a soft peck.

He rubs her down her arm gently, “I was just waiting for you to wake up cause I wanted to let you know I’m gonna pop out and go grab us some bagels from the bakery down the street. I want you to stay in bed while I go get them.”

Betty nods and kisses him again before he jumps off the bed and walks down the hallway butt naked—his clothes are still out there from when they were so overcome with lust that they couldn’t even walk down the hallway and into her bedroom.

Betty hears her front door close and simultaneously, her phone ring. She furrows her brows—she doesn’t remember where she put it—before standing up and following the sound. She walks down the walkway and next to her door where she put her bag last night.

She opens it up and grabs her phone, only now the ringing has stopped but she can see a missed called from Veronica.

She taps her name quickly and it rings once, “Hey V. Sorry, I left my phone in the kitchen, what’s up?”

Veronica yells on the other side, “Betty! Where did you go last night?”

Shit.

“Oh—uh—I just left early...”

There’s a silence on the other side before Veronica speaks, flatly, “You met a guy, didn’t you?”

Betty rubs the back of her head and scrunches her face up a little, “Yeah...”

“Oh my God! B! Who is it?”

Betty chuckles and looks at the door from which he exited out of, “Uh—well...remember when I was sick last month and you took me to the hospital?”

“Yeah, of course, you threw up on my favourite pair of Jimmy Choo’s! How could I forget?”

Betty sighs, “I’m still sorry about that.”

Veronica giggled, “It’s fine, my love! Just another excuse to buy more shoes! But you’re changing the subject. Who is it and what does you being in the hospital have to do with it?”

Betty sits on her kitchen stool, “It’s that really cute doctor. The one that I told you calls me ‘sunshine’ and has really nice eyes.”

“Holy shit!? And he was at the bar last night?”

Betty closes her eyes, seeing him sitting two seats down from her last night, and smiles, “Yeah. We just started talking, he called me ‘one of the most attractive people he’s ever seen’ and then he came back to mine and fucked me on my kitchen counter.”

Veronica whistles on the other end, “Holy shit, go Betty! We have to get together today and you’re going to explain everything that happened in detail. ‘Kay?”

The door rattles and Betty whips her head around to see Jughead enter.

Betty smiles, “Okay, V. I’ll text you.”

“Love you, chicka!”

Jughead raises an eyebrow at her and she smiles, “Love you too, V.”

She ends the call and bites her lip as he comes around and leans down to give her a soft peck, “I told you to stay in bed.”

Betty smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. She speaks against his lips, “Veronica called me and I had to get up to get my phone. Plus, I don’t really want to get crumbs in my bed.”

Jughead smiles softly at her, “Okay, but we should probably wipe this bench down, you know, cause we fucked on it.”

Betty giggles, “Yeah...that’s probably a good idea.”

He slaps her hand away from where it’s trying to remove the bandages on her arm, “Leave your bandages alone.”

Betty groans, “But I wanna see!!”

Jughead rolls his eyes, “You know what they look like, they’re the same as mine.”

She pouts, “Still.”

He leans down to peck her lips because rolling his eyes again, “Fine, but they’re going straight back on after you see it.”

He peels back the bandages, showing a beautiful array of wildflowers littered up her left forearm, covering the white scars she once bore there from a time in which things were too hard. She smiles softly and looks at her husband. Those same tattoos line his pelvic bone, healed over and old, the tattoos she fell in love with, now worn proudly on her own skin.

*if this was a fic and not for this challenge, i would’ve made this story a lot less rushed and a lot more detailed*

Here’s a cute little online romance...

Betty meets ‘JugheadJoneswuzhere’ through a Discord server dedicated to her favorite book series, ‘The Maple Murders’ by FP Jones the third. There are only about fifty people on the server, much less than the other servers dedicated to the series, but that’s just how she likes it. Being able to have coherent conversations with like-minded individuals about eloquent literature and not fifteen-year-old fangirls who want to talk about whether you’re #TeamLizandJackson or #TeamLizandAnthony.

(Liz and Jackson are the only answer, but that’s beside the point.)

He’s refreshing with his new insight and different perspectives on excerpts and characters of the books. He’s easily her favorite person she’s met in the chatroom.

One day, she sends him a private message, sparking a conversation one-on-one. They talk to the early hours of the morning, about everything and nothing, from her dreams to become a successful investigative journalist to his dreams of becoming a published author. They talk for weeks before finally exchanging numbers.

She learns that he’s twenty-one, just like her, and that where he lives in New York City and attends NYU, she lives in New Haven and attends Yale University. She learns that he really does like to be called Jughead and that it’s not his real name. She learns all about a young boy who was lost and had to find his way, and how writing helped him find himself. Betty says things she could never admit to anyone but he reciprocates.

Their texts become a place where they feel the most comfortable, the most like themselves. They occasionally pop back onto their Discord server from time to time, adding comments they feel are important to the conversation, but they always go back to each other.

She wants to see his face, she wants to hear his voice. She’s falling for a guy she’s never even met before and she’s worried she’s going to end up like those girls on Catfish, who think they’re dating a twenty-year-old but are actually dating an old man going through a midlife crisis.

So she sends him a picture of herself—not a dirty one, just a cute little selfie that she thinks might make him send one back.

He sends her a message (Wow, you’re so beautiful,) then she gets nothing.

Time ticks past and she doesn’t want to admit she’s disappointed.

But then a message is sent through thirty minutes later of an incredibly handsome, somewhat familiar-looking young man, with dark raven locks and sparkling blue eyes, standing in his bathroom by the mirror, smirking to the camera and yeah, this is a catfish for sure.

She replies with at least five heart-eye emojis before sending him another message, asking if she knows him from somewhere.

He spends a while typing and she hopes he doesn’t lie to her. It comes a few minutes later, (I didn’t mean to lie to you...but I’m an author...you might’ve read my books…)

She doesn’t even hesitate before hitting the call button. He picks up after one ring and she gasps, “You’re FP Jones the third!?”

The man on the other side chuckles and the timber of his voice sends shivers up her spine, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear. I just loved talking to you about the books without the pretense that I actually wrote it. I love the brutal honesty and the opinions of the people who participated in the chatroom. It inspires me. I definitely did not mean to lie to you.”

She can’t wrap her head around it, “You’re FP Jones. And you let me rave on and on about what I did and didn’t like about your books?”

He chuckles again, “I liked it. It was kinda hot to hear how passionate you are about it.”

Betty blushes. She’s on a call with not only her favorite author but also Jughead. The man she’s been learning about the last few months. She smiles to herself, “Also, hi. How are you?”

She can hear his smile, “It’s good to hear your voice. I was starting to think you were a myth.”

“Me? I was sure I was getting catfished after you sent me that picture of you.”

He chuckles and they proceed to talk for hours. And when he wishes her goodnight—but more like good morning—she feels herself finally give in.

She texts him when she wakes up on Saturday morning and they make plans to meet that day. She gets in her car, drives an hour and thirty minutes to New York City and parks her car at Central Park.

When she sees him, she doesn’t hesitate to walk up to him and grab his face, pulling him into the kiss she’s craved for months. Jughead’s strong hands wrap around her middle and he pulls her closer, as eager to be locked in this kiss as she is.