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wordsonpages1-blog · 6 years

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Adventures come in many forms

Hello lovelies!

I apologise for my long absence and lack of fics. I made a post with a bit of an explanation just before this.

Here is a little piece for my "three makes family" series, featuring bughead and their son Ollie. If you've read the other parts to this series you'll know that Ollie has autism. In this oneshot he's still a baby so it's not as clear. However, I did do some pretty extensive research to get an idea of early cues of autism spectrum disorder in children when they are babies. Thus, this fic outlines the early signs, mostly focusing on development issues. I want to make it clear I am no expert in this area and I hope I have done this character justice and have not disrespected anyone.

Thanks for reading, enjoy!

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12879714

Betty groaned as the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. She had just managed to get Ollie to settle down and was planning to quickly clean before her parents got home from work- lest she face the wrath of Alice Cooper- but it seemed to be one of those days where the universe was against her.

“Just a second!” she called out as the doorbell rang again.

With a sigh she quickly pulled her hair back into a pony tail and gathered the now crying eleven month old in her arms, bouncing him on her hip. Thankfully, Ollie had settled down a bit by the time she reached the front door and was less likely to blow out the ear drums of whoever was on the other side.

A few seconds later, she found Archie and Veronica waiting on the Cooper’s front porch, Pop’s takeout in hand.

“Arch, V… What are you guys doing here?” Betty asked slightly flustered as she continued to settle the fussy baby on her hip.

Veronica quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “Can we not spontaneously visit our best friend on a Friday afternoon just because we love her and wanted to see her adorable son?”

The young mother let out a small chuckle, though the laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes, and part of her was extremely relieved it had come out as a laugh and not a cry.

“Of course you can, it’s just been a…. crazy day and Ollie isn’t exactly his charming self. Are you buddy?” She directed the last part toward the baby who was letting out little sobs now.

“We can come back another time…” Archie began; hand rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture signalling sudden discomfort as he took in Betty’s words and her slightly dishevelled state.

“Absolutely not. Making people’s days is a Veronica Lodge speciality and no one can resist Pop’s milkshakes,” Veronica interrupted; her tone taking on the finality only an elite socialite could muster, before making her way through the front door, lightly rubbing Ollie’s arm as she passed.

The little boy flinched away from the contact, tears still streaming down his cheeks, though Veronica didn’t seem to notice. Mustering a small smile, Betty stepped aside and nodded her head at Archie to come in too. Taking a deep breath and dropping a kiss to Ollie’s head Betty followed them into the living room, hastily kicking toys under the coffee table as she went.

“Sorry about the mess,” she grimaced, settling onto the arm chair and bouncing Ollie on her lap.

Veronica didn’t even dignify the unnecessary apology with a verbal answer, merely shooting Betty a “shut up” look and waving her hand dismissively. Meanwhile Archie just laughed and made a comment about Betty knowing firsthand the chaos of his bedroom and the Andrew’s house after Mary moved out.

“Moving on, what’s got our little darling in such a fractious state?” the raven-haired girl inquired, directing a sympathetic look Ollie’s way.

Betty shrugged, smoothing the fine blond curls covering her son’s head; her touch was firm but not rough, she and Jughead had realised a little while ago light touches made Ollie uncomfortable and cranky, though she wasn’t quite sure why.

“Honestly, I wish I knew. He hasn’t been sleeping well at all this week and he’s fussier than ever, I can barely put him down!”

Both her best friends scrunched their faces up at her words in a mixture of empathy and distaste. Even though almost a year had passed it was still strange to be discussing the woes of parenthood with them, while their lives revolved around parties and college plans.

“That sucks B,” Veronica offered, though even her high society breeding didn’t give her much of an advantage with this topic.

“Yeah, that’s rough Betty,” Archie added, passing her a milkshake. The blonde smiled in thanks as she grabbed the drink and shifted Ollie to rest against her chest.

“I was reading some articles on the internet though about ‘wonder weeks’ where babies get really clingy and moody and he’s around the right age for one so that could explain it.”

“I’m sure that’s it,” Veronica appeased, smoothing her skirt over her thighs in a gesture that Betty noticed often occurred before her friend seamlessly switched conversational topic. She chose not to comment on the fact that Veronica couldn’t actually be sure- seeing as she really had no clue when it came to this particular area of knowledge- reminding herself that the other girl was only trying to help and she was just in a mood due to her fussy child.

“So anyway how are you guys?” Betty asked politely.

Half an hour later Veronica was telling a story about Cheryl’s latest party and the scandal that ensued after Kevin found the hostess and Toni Topaz in a compromising position in the bathroom , while Archie was sitting on the floor attempting to entertain Ollie.

“Where did Ollie go? Boo!” Archie was cooing at the baby, doing his best to engage him in a game of peek-a-boo.

Meanwhile, Ollie couldn’t have cared less about his red-headed uncle’s antics, and kept his attention focussed on the toy train sat upside between his legs on the floor, spinning the wheels.

Not one to take a hint, Archie moved again to cover his own eyes before removing his hands and trying to catch Ollie’s only for a disappointed frown to grace his features when the little boy was undeterred from the toy in front of him.

“I’d give up on that if I were you Arch,” Betty said gently.

Looking up at her from his place on the floor Archie grinned sheepishly.

“He still doesn’t play peek-a-boo?”

Betty shook her head affirming the answer, smiling slightly as Ollie gurgled happily while he continued to be enraptured by spinning the wheels on the train, glad he seemed to be cheering up some.

“What baby doesn’t like peek-a-boo?” Archie asked baffled, not really expecting an answer.

Betty just shrugged, her brows creasing slightly. She had been wondering the same thing for some time, remembering how much Polly’s kids always enjoyed the game when they were born. It was definitely a point of concern for her and Jughead though her mother assured her not to worry.

“Please, our Oliver is much too clever for such juvenile games. Aren’t you my gorgeous boy?” Veronica cooed, leaning forward to gently pat Ollie’s head. The little boy again squirmed away slightly but was not distracted from his current task.

Betty sighed twisting the golden strands of her pony tail in her hand. “I really wish that was the case, but he hasn’t even said his first word yet or stood up so I think “much too clever” might be a stretch.”

She tried to laugh at the end of her words, passing it off as mere jest but she could tell from the slightly awkward pause that her friends knew she wasn’t really joking and her concern was more evident than she would’ve liked.

Veronica reached across to place a comforting hand on Betty’s knee while Archie just grabbed another one of Ollie’s toy trains and kept playing with him as best as he could.

A moment later the sound of a key turning in the lock filtered into the living room. Betty checked her watch, noting the time- 4:30pm on a Friday- could only mean one person was about to walk through the door.

Jughead’s figure came into view, the door clicking shut behind him as his keys were dropped on the entry table before he looked up to find not only his girlfriend and son as he was expecting, but Veronica and Archie too.

“Hey,” he said with a lilt of question, walking further into the space to greet them.

“Hi Juggie,” Betty answered sweetly, tilting her head up as he leaned down over the back of the couch to peck her lips.

“You okay?” He whispered gently in her ear, to which she offered a small nod; they could talk later.

She closed her eyes briefly savouring the calming feeling he unleashed within her. The immediate feeling of comfort and safety that washed over her in his presence never failed to amaze her and it had only grown stronger over the last year.

Jughead moved around the couch, barely acknowledging their friends before bending down to his son. Firmly placing his hands on Ollie’s upper arms, Jughead scooped the little boy up and into his arms. Ollie gurgled happily upon realising his father’s presence and clung to him immediately, toy train trapped in his hand against Jughead’ chest.

“Hey bud, have you been giving your mummy a hard time again today?” His voice was soft and adoring despite the words.

Betty laughed softly, her heart contracting at the sight of the two most important people in her life [her family] together.

“Lucky she loves you hey? Actually I think both of us are…” Jughead continued on his one sided conversation, while Ollie just rolled the train up and down his chest and looked up at him with a cheeky smile every now and then.

“Shut up!” Betty chuckled shaking her head at her boyfriend, though she couldn’t hide the adoration in her eyes.

“How was work Jug?” Archie spoke, leaning back against the couch near Veronica’s crossed legs.

Jughead shrugged, moving to sit on the floor beside him and placing Ollie between his legs.

“Nothing to complain about, especially since your dad always lets me knock off early on Fridays.”

Archie nodded in acknowledgement while Betty made note of her son’s contentment in his father’s arms. She decided any cleaning she had hoped to do could wait- her parents worked late on Fridays anyway- and ceased the opportunity to pay her friends her full attention, something she couldn’t often do.

“So V any big plans for the rest of the summer?”

Veronica shrugged sweeping her hair over her shoulder, “Just preparing for my move back to New York.”

“Is there much left to plan?”

“Just small things. I’m enrolled and my Daddy found me an apartment so now it’s just shopping and packing.”

Betty bit her lip to stifle a laugh as she noticed Jughead roll his eyes at Veronica’s words. Despite their years of friendship, Veronica’s privilege and sometimes ignorance to it still managed to astound him.

“What about you Arch all set for the big move?” Jughead queried only half paying attention to the conversation.

Archie was heading to New York for college as well, though he would be attending Fordham College and was moving to the Rose Hill Campus in the Bronx, while Veronica would be attending NYU and living in the East Village.

“Yeah bro got all the stuff for my dorm so I just gotta pack my stuff. I’ll find out my dorm mate next week too.”

Jughead nodded in acknowledgement.

“I can’t believe you guys are going to be in New York in a few weeks,” Betty mused.

Her voice held an incredulous air mixed with excitement but Jughead couldn’t help but see the hint of sadness and longing in her eyes. Making a mental note to talk to her about it later, Jughead decided to forge ahead with the conversation.

“Just promise me you won’t become one of those hipsters who drink themed Frappuccino’s and pumpkin spice lattes or we can’t be friends anymore,” he stated dryly.

“Hey I love pumpkin spice lattes!” Veronica exclaimed.

“Exactly,” Jughead retorted with a wry smirk to let her know he was kidding. Veronica let out a huff that turned into a laugh that chimed in with the others.

Betty rolled her eyes though the grin on her face told Jughead that his mission to cheer her up had been successful.

Just then Ollie started to fuss on the floor, crawling toward the coffee table where the left over takeout sat and reaching toward it.

“I can relate bud,” Jughead said sympathetically, meeting Ollie’s eye before picking him up.

“I think it’s someone’s dinner time,” Betty added, reaching over to her boyfriend to take her son to the kitchen.

After settling him in his high chair and giving him a sippy cup of milk Betty turned toward the fridge to get out the soft cooked vegetables she had made earlier and warm them in the microwave. Just as she set the timer on the appliance Jughead strolled into the kitchen.

“Hungry?” the blonde asked with a teasing grin.

“Always,” he replied sidling up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “But first I wanted to see if you were okay,” he continued softly, ducking his head to meet her striking green eyes.

Betty leaned back slightly from the embrace, raising her eyebrows at him. In response he tightens his grip on her waist and gives her a ‘I’m not buying it look’.

Sighing she looks down at her feet before meeting his eyes again with a sheepish look.

“It’ just- and I know it sounds terrible- but hearing Archie and Veronica talk about college and moving away, I can’t help but feel a little sad. I guess it’s just another reminder of how different our lives are now and all the experiences we won’t get to have.” Her voice was small and he could feel the guilt radiating off of her as she spoke her mind.

It made Jughead’s heart ache for her. Mostly because he knew she was internally berating herself for her thoughts, but also because of his naïve wish to give her every experience she could ever want but knowing it wasn’t possible.

Jughead had gotten his GED before Ollie was born to start working full time while Betty had finished high school online. They were talking about doing online college courses but so far nothing had eventuated to an actual plan.

“No Betty. It’s not terrible. I’m feeling a little sad too. Our best friends are moving away and starting college while we’re living out a completely different adventure than we thought we would at this age, with a completely different set of priorities and responsibilities.” Jughead soothed, moving his hands to comfortingly rub her arms.

“I know you’re right,” his girlfriend acknowledged playing with the front of his shirt, “I just feel like having those thought makes me a bad mum.” She peered up at him apprehensively as if afraid he might agree with her.

“Betty don’t do that. You’re an amazing mother.” His large hands were cradling her face now making her look into his sincere blue gaze.

“Really?”

“Really.”

With that Betty leaned forward to capture Jughead’s mouth is a sweet but passionate kiss. Their lips moved against each other in a well-practiced rhythm, a sensual and gratifying push and pull that made their skin tingle and hearts warm.

The sound of the microwave timer and their sons agitated “talking” broke them apart.

“Stop groping me in front of our kid,” Jughead joked, shooting her a teasing smirk. Betty smacked him on the chest but laughed before turning around to grab the baby food from the microwave. Testing one of the vegetables to make sure they were cool she walked over to the high chair and placed the bowl in front of Ollie who began picking them up with his little hands.

Sitting down next to him Betty grinned at Jughead where he was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You know what? I think our adventure’s much better than theirs anyway.”

Jughead let out a small chuckle, his eyes softening as he looked at his family.

“Yeah, it is.”

Moving over to the table to sit beside her Jughead took his beanie off and ran his hands through his hair.

“And I think it might be about to get even better.”

Betty’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” the perplexed blonde asked, taking her eyes off him for a moment to watch Ollie shove a piece of cooked carrot in his mouth. He was getting good at eating with his hands though a spoon was still a significant challenge.

Jughead shot her a nervous smile while placing a finger up, signalling he needed a moment. One he used to pull out a folder piece of glossy paper from his jacket pocket and place it down on the table in front of her.

“This.”

Betty looked at him for a moment before turning her gaze down to the flyers on the table. Her eyes widening as she took them in. With a gaping mouth she alternated between looking at a slightly nervous Jughead and the flyers for several moments before settling on her boyfriend.

He seemed to realise she was at a loss for words, as with each try only a choking sort of noise escaped her mouth.

“I’ve been thinking. Ollie’s almost one and I’ve been working full time for a year and half. We have money saved up and with the little contribution your parents gave us, we can afford a house. I know it’s not much but its quaint and enough for just the three of us. I think it’s time we started living our life for real… the three of us as a family.” Jughead finished with a deep breath watching her face carefully for her reaction.

Tears welled up in Betty’s eyes making the green even more vibrant as she looked at him in amazement. Her heart was so full she thought it might burst and she found herself falling in love with this incredible man all over again.

“Juggie… it’s perfect,” she breathed reaching over and clutching his hand while his other wiped the tears from under her eyes. “It’s perfect for our family.”

Her smile was radiant causing him to forget how to breathe for a second. Jughead knew how much she loathed that word and its connotations. But he also knew the significance of her using it; only falling from her lips when she truly felt the sentiment. Reserved for things whose flaws made them perfectly imperfect. Coming only into her vocabulary after he had shown her that she was perfectly imperfect for him and that Ollie was perfect for them. And now she was telling him that this house, this quaint little house that was much less than any Stepford expectation her mother indoctrinated into her was perfect for their family. It made his chest ache in the best way.

“We can go look at it tomorrow afternoon,” he managed to get out, running his thumb along the back of her hand. Betty nodded enthusiastically, and he couldn’t keep himself from kissing her long and hard right there over the brochure that held the picture of their future.

“Didn’t you just tell me off for doing that in front of the kid? Hypocrite.” Betty whispered before drawing away from the intoxicating taste of Jughead’s lips. She then turned to Ollie who was preoccupied by his dinner during their exchange.

“Your daddy is very good to us,” she stated reaching deliberately for the baby’s hand before pressing a kiss to it.

Ollie emitted a little squeal reaching to put his hand on his mother’s cheek.

“What’s going on in here?” Veronica questioned waltzing into the kitchen to find the young family framed in a loving and intimate moment.

Archie was standing behind her leaning against the door frame with his brows raised in question.

“You’ve never had this much trouble finding a snack before Jug.”

Betty shot Jughead- who rolled his eyes at his best friend’s comment- a soft smile before turning to the duo. She was too happy to care about ditching them and being a terrible hostess.

“Well it seems you guys aren’t the only one’s moving.”

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bughead-ficz · 7 years

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Not A Care In The Wave (Bughead One Shot)

Anonymous: Hiii! I love your work and I wanted to suggest a fic where Betty is at the beach with her friends and she meets Jughead. I don’t have any other ideas about it and I will be more than glad if you wrote this fic <3

Summary: Betty and Jughead have an awkward meeting at the beach. Hope you enjoy, anon!

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Crash. Swish. Whoosh. The sound of multiple waves splashing together filled Betty's eardrums, along with the various voices of her friends. Her feet remained hugged in the sand, each grain warm and soft unlike it's true rocky identity. As she looked to the horizon she was greeted by radiant colours of pink, auburn, orange, reds and a tinted blue, the perfect sunset.

"Come on, B!" She looked towards the sound and identified it as her best friend, Veronica Lodge's voice. Veronica held a multi-coloured beach ball in her perfectly-manicured hands, the dark violet nails matching her dry bathing suit.

"Get over here, Betty!" Archie Andrews' voice yelled soon after, his ginger hair tossed around in the breeze and his sharp abs on full view, along with the V-lines partly covered by dark red trunks.

Betty giggled at the couple as she kicked the sand delicately around.

"In a minute!" She replied, receiving a confused look from Archie. Veronica, however, had a smug look on her tanned face as she nudged the tall red-head and said something to him which Betty couldn't quite hear, earning a light chuckle from Archie.

"Alright!" Archie laughed, shaking his head and proceeded to turn to Veronica, opening his muscly arms to indicate for her to toss the ball.

Betty smiled at her two friends' happiness, the smile then growing as she peered towards the aesthetic view of the horizon and sea. Bringing out her arms in a horizontal manner at each side of her body, she began spinning around in the cool heat. Her sun-kissed skin was caressed by the tender wind due to the access her white two-piece bathing suit had given it to her long tanned legs, arms and flat stomach. The blonde released a series of loud giggles, ecstatic and full of carefree joy.

Coming to the beach was a great decision for Betty to make. When Archie and Veronica had suggested a day out to the rule-abiding blonde, she had been hesitant. Her mother, Alice Cooper, had certainly let Betty know her opinion on days out with those "menacing" kids, but Betty had decided that she couldn't let her mother rule her life. So she told Alice where to stick it (not literally, obviously) and said yes to her friends. And thank God for that.

Betts came to a stop before she became dizzy, still laughing. She then proceeded to run towards the blue, sparkling ocean and submerge herself up to her knees in the inviting water. It was surprisingly chilled, perfect for the current heated atmosphere. Her slightly-scarred hand reached up to her soft hair and tugged on the bobble, letting down her tight ponytail. It was a reminder that she didn't have to be perfect all the time, and she had more to offer than what her mom wanted.

Ten minutes later, she was brought out of her thoughts by a gruff voice.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Betty was so deep in thought she hadn't even heard an unfamiliar splashing behind her, and so she turned around, startled. But she turned too quickly, and somehow one of her feet hurriedly sunk into the ocean bed. The next thing she knew, Betty had fallen onto her bottom and was now submerged in the water that now came up below her breasts, facing the culprit.

"Oh!" Betty looked up at voice and found it belonged to a boy, probably her age, with pasty skin, multiple moles dotted around his face, and dark hair which was partially covered by a grey, crown-like beanie. However the unusual beanie wasn't what had her attention, rather his tired-looking but incredibly attractive complexion, and god-like body. Stranger boy wore shorts like Archie's, but his were blue, and he also had an enticing body, however his was less show-offy, and perfectly sculpted. Betty was enchanted. Little did she know, he was thinking the same thing about her.

"I'm so sorry!" The boy apologised, a panicked look on his face, reaching out a long, hairy arm with large outstretched hands.

"It's-it's okay." Betty replied, still surprised, and took his hand hastily. As he pulled her up, it was his turn to lose balance. He reflexively stepped back, pulling her with him and accidentally forcing her to fall into his bare chest. She peered up at him startled, and saw he was looking at her differently now.

He seemed to be focusing on every part of her face, every detail, like she was the only woman in existence, like he was entranced by her. And Betty knew. She was looking at him with the same type of expression.

"Betty?" The bashful blonde jumped for the third time in the past five minutes. Archie stood close on the sand, staring at the two in anger that he was obviously trying to mask. Veronica lurked close behind him, confusion covering her face. Awkward.

Betty quickly sprung from the dark-haired beanie-clad boy's chest like he was on fire.

"Oh, Archie, Veronica... hey." She stumbled, flushed and embarrassed. "We were just... looking at the horizon. This is..." Her voice stopped as she realised she didn't know the name of this baffled stranger.

"Oh, Jughead." Jughead awkwardly waved, a small smile on his face.

"You by yourself... Jughead?" Archie raised his eyebrows, clearly not liking him or his strange name. You could cut the tension with a sharp shell.

"Erm, yeah actually. I like the beach and so I just came, I guess." He replied, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed in front of these new people. Socialising was increasingly foreign for the shy boy, however, it had seemed relatively easy talking to Betty.

"Ok, we gotta go B." Veronica spoke up before Archie could interrogate anymore. Betty felt disappointed but nodded all the same.

"Right, well, goodbye Jughead." She smiled towards him, sweet and new, causing Jughead to feel warm, a different kind of warmth the weather was providing.

He watched curiously as the ginger boy grasped her arm and pulled her along behind the dark-haired girl. There was something about her that seemed to infatuate him. And he knew, that the goodbye she had softly spoken, wouldn't be the last time they talked.

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jugandbettsdetectiveagency · 7 years

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cartoonbooknerd: I got another one! Where bughead dance in secret and they are really good and in sync. The choreography is Stay Alessia cara on YouTube you can just envision Bughead cuteness. One of Cheryl’s minions sees them and records them and goes viral in school Which the gang seeing the video but not Bughead

Finally finished my last essay and got a prompt out!

Thank you for the idea, lovely! I may have envisioned their style of dancing a little differently to what you had in mind but it just fit in my head, I hope you don’t mind! :)

Betty’s shoulders were hunched in dejection as she trudged into The Blue and Gold office after cheer practice, throwing her pom poms onto the worn plaid couch before following after them. Jughead lifted his head from where he was staring at the computer screen at his desk, eyes following her.

“Why so glum, vixen? Lost your pep?” he joked, trademark smirk gracing his features. Betty lifted her head to stare at him with tired eyes, not even huffing out a laugh at his attempted humour.

“No, it’s just… Cheryl. She’s constantly on at me, saying how out of rhythm I am and that it’s my fault if anyone else is out because I’m throwing them off!” she ranted, not meeting Jughead’s eyes, her own misting with unshed tears of embarrassment. Jughead’s skin prickled at the thought of anyone saying such hateful things to Betty. How anyone could be mean to a girl that quite literally radiated sunshine absolutely baffled him. Steeling his shoulders he stood up and walked to where she was sitting, fingers playing unhappily with the hem of her uniform.

“Come here, green eyes,” he said softly, holding out a hand to her. She stared at the outstretched hand apprehensively, big doe eyes and quivering lips, and his heart broke. “I won’t bite… well unless you want me to,” he quipped, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His chest filled with warmth at the giggle his words pulled from her lips as she placed her small hand in his and he led them to the middle of the room.

“Err, what are you doing, Juggie?” Betty questioned, knitting her eyebrows as he brought her other hand up to rest on his shoulder before placing his delicately on her waist. She jumped slightly at the more intimate touch, breath leaving her as she looked up into his storm blue eyes, much closer than she expected them to be.

“Follow my lead,” he murmured, quickly moving his left foot to step forward, her right leg moving back instinctively to accommodate him. Before she knew it they were spinning around the dusty old office, caught up in their own bubble of measured steps and twirls, being pulled back towards each other as if by some magnetic force every time they let a little space get between them. Jughead dipped her suddenly, Betty’s hand tightening on his bicep beneath the flannel shirt he had on, eyes exploring every detail of his face while it was so tantalisingly close to hers. Before she could say anything he’d lifted her back up, taking a few more steps before spinning her round in a pirouette that felt so freeing that she couldn’t help laughing in childlike glee at the feeling. He stopped her suddenly, her leg lifting up, thigh coming to rest against his hip, faces inches apart. She could fee his fingers on the soft skin of her thigh, slipping slightly under her skirt, his thumb almost involuntarily rubbing circles on the forbidden surface. She could taste his air as their breathing slowed, feel their chests moving quickly against one another in unison. She felt every soft inch of her body pressed deliciously against the hard, smooth surfaces of his. She never wanted to move.

Jughead couldn’t think about where his hand was right now, about the feeling of her chest pressed against his, his thigh between the apex of hers. It would have been too much. Instead he focused on her slightly parted lips, so close to his. She noticed his gaze and leaned in, capturing his lips with her own in an already-breathless kiss. It was sweet and tender with the promise of so much more lying underneath. Betty felt as if she was on fire as she tightened her thigh against him, hands moving to grip his hair. Jughead groaned as he pulled her closer, lost in all things bright and bubblegum.

When they parted they were both more breathless than before, heaving chests and swollen lips, Jughead darting back in for a few more pecks because he couldn’t resist.

“Well,” he began when they’d finally calmed down enough to speak. “Your rhythm seems perfectly fine to me,” he finished, causing Betty to erupt into laughter all over again. He wanted to bottle the sound.

“Where did you learn to do that, Jug?” she asked, looking at him with a wonder that made him both embarrassed and filled with pride.

“My mom…” He cleared his throat. “She loved to dance, she took lessons. Whenever things got… difficult with Dad and he couldn’t be reasoned with she used to take me outside and teach me how to dance.” He smiled slightly as he reminisced. “She told me that a man should always know how to dance, you never know when you’re going to need to sweep someone off their feet.” He smirked as a beautiful pink blush blossomed over Betty’s cheeks. She titled her head to rest against his as they stood there in each others embrace for a while longer, all unpleasantness forgotten.

***

“Oh my God, you guys, you’re never going to believe what I’ve just been sent!” Kevin shouted suddenly at the picnic bench where he was sitting with Archie, Val and Veronica. “Look!” He turned his phone around as the trio leaned in to get a better view of the small screen.

“Is that…” Veronica began, mouth dropping open as she took in the video before her. It was shaky and slightly grainy but there was no mistaking the two figures on the screen as Betty and Jughead, caught up together in their own world, spinning and laughing and holding onto each other like their lives depended on it.

“I didn’t know Jug could dance,” Archie laughed in disbelief, shaking his head as the video continued to play, before cutting off abruptly. The table was silent for a beat.

“Well, I think it’s sweet,” Val shrugged, going back to her fries.

“They’re actually… good?” Kevin mused, head tilted. “And it’s all over the school already, Ginger sent it to everyone, there’s already been hundreds of hits.” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“Oh, God. Nobody tell Betty. One viral video is enough for anyone’s lifetime I think,” she remarked, speaking of their ‘sticky maple’ take-down and Betty’s surprisingly popular alter ego.

“Guys, here they come,” Archie whispered as the duo walked over, hand in hand. Everyone looked pointedly at their joint hands as they took a seat next to Veronica.

“Something you want to tell me, B?” Veronica smirked in a hushed tone, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Betty giggled, biting her lip.

“Later, V,” she promised, eyes darting briefly to glance at Jughead besides her. He looked at her with a knowing glance, mouth tilted upwards at the corners. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she chewed on her apple.

The rest of the group shared a look. Their ignorance was definitely bliss, for now.

Read part two here.

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