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Do you ever just see someone’s smile and think “Wow, I’m so glad I had the privilege of seeing that”?

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Awh lovee; been so busy it’s acc insane; would like to say that I’ll post soon but honestly can’t be sure atm so I’m sorry :( lots of love tho!

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Coffee, Black, please

Betty wouldn’t say she’s a caffeine addict. Did she get withdrawal headaches if she didn’t have her morning coffee? Sure. Did she feel absolutely helpless without the energy-boosting caffeine running through her veins? Definitely.

But that didn’t mean she was addicted.

She didn’t drink coffee for the ‘aesthetic’, to put it politely: the whole ideal of drinking coffee appeals to some people, who can’t down the bitter taste without heap fulls of sugar and whipped cream.

No, Betty drank it for the caffeine.

She had her local coffee shop, the one on fifty-first street. The baristas all knew her; she had her own silently-dedicated booth; she knew the best times to go; the busiest hours; etc.

So when she entered on that Monday morning, soaking wet from the rain, after she had nearly been run over for the third time that week, she was not in a good mood.

Running a dry hand through her damp locks, she frustratedly huffed as the man in front of her took way longer than necessary to order a ridiculous drink.

He turned around giving her a quizzical look.

She swallowed, ignoring the piercing stare of his blue eyes and focused on Marcus, the barista.

She plastered a smile across her face, “Coffee, Black, please. Thanks, Marcus.”

He grinned back at her and put on a new kettle.

The man in front of her startled her when he asked, “You come all the way here just for black coffee? You know it would be much cheaper to just buy the granules yourself.”

Scowling, she was about to sneak a snarky comment in when he interuppted her, “Or do you not need to pay for your drinks? You know, because you’re so pretty.”

She rolled her eyes.

Not today, dude. Try the moves on someone else.

“I pay for my own drinks, thank you very much.”

“Sitting in?” Marcus called.

“Sure.”

“Alright, I’ll bring it to you.”

She nodded her thanks before heading towards her booth.

Finally. Peace and quiet.

She peeled the thin raincoat off her arms, and placed it on the side of her. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get rid of any moisture. Adjusting her light brown sweater into her dark brown skirt, she looked up when the guy sat across from her, two coffees in hand.

“It’s on me.”

Scowling once more, she said, “What are you doing?”

He feigned his surprise, “Oh! Can I sit here? Sorry, I just saw an empty seat.”

She tried her best not to roll her eyes once again, but that was difficult. “Look, man, I’m not interested, Okay?”

He chuckled holding his hands up in his defence, “Okay. Fair enough. But don’t you want to get to know me before coming to a judgement?”

She took a sip from the coffee and placed her jaw in her hands with her elbows on the table, “And why do you think I would want to know you? And what makes you think I don’t already know you and your kind?”

He laughed, making her flinch, “My kind? Please, enlighten me.”

Furrowing her brows, “You know. The obnoxious kind. The type of guy that thinks they can impress a girl by being an asshole, that type. Sometimes pretend not to be assholes, like buying coffee for girls but in reality, they really are just the biggest pricks of all time.”

He put a hand to his chest, “You sound pretty experienced with these pricks. But I assure you, I’m no asshole.”

This time she laughed, “Right. It’s not like they don’t all say that. Okay, prove me wrong.”

And he made it his life mission to do so.

***

The next day was a much better one. Betty had only escaped death once this morning; the weather had cleared up; and she was feeling much lighter. She didn’t know why, but when she saw his face light up at seeing hers, whilst he held her coffee, sitting in her booth, she let a smile creep up onto her face.

And everyday for the rest of that month, he sat there, waiting for her to show, warm coffee in his hands. And everyday for the rest of that month, she did show, smiling brighter each day, coffee tasting better each day, too.

Things progressed when they occasionally took the coffee to go, walking through Central Park, visiting each other’s work places (which Betty was a bit anxious about doing at first, knowing that he would be likely to show up there with coffee too; and he did). On the weekdays, Jughead would walk Betty to her workplace after getting coffee. He wished she would kiss him, but he didn’t know for certain if she knew that she liked him.

Not to be that obnoxious asshole, but Jughead knew she did. There were little signs: when she bit her bottom lip so hard it turned pink to stop herself from grinning ear-to-ear; when she ran a hand through her hair when she was frustrated with herself; when her face lit up when she caught him looking at her; how her feet naturally came in step with his; when she squeezed his hand when they passed by a really cute dog.

***

It was a Friday when she finally gave in. Betty was itching to leave work, secretly hoping that he would be waiting for her. She was going to do it. Now. Today! Finally!

And when he did show, waiting by the lamppost across the street, their’ meeting place, she was so ecstatic he didn’t disappoint. He looked up at her with kind eyes and she couldn’t help but hurry across the street, barely checking. His concern for her safety was etched across his face, “Betty, what the-“

She cupped his soft cheeks and pressed her lips onto his. He instantly registered, pulling her by her waist, closer to him, and brushing a loose strand behind her ear. When they pulled away, he kissed her cheek, smiling.

She pulled back to see his perfectly sculptured face.

He asked,“Want to get some coffee?”

And she let that grin she used to try and supress, escape, “Sounds great.“

“Coffee, Black, I believe?” He joked, wrapping his arm over her shoulder, and her’s snaking around his torso.

“How did you guess?”

“Please, Betty, I’m not an amateur.”

And she looked up at him and his proud smirk, pleased that he wasn’t another obnoxious asshole.

But instead a fellow caffeine addict.

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Ily!!! Would you do a soulmate fic ever ??? Xxxxx

Love you too!

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Hey it’s been a while, how are you?

Awh I’m okay, thank you, love :) Very busy hence the inactive-ness. How are you?

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Unmistakable

-Adjective: not able to be mistaken for anything else; very distinctive

The golden-haired girl stopped dead in her tracks.

It had been a tough few years: Betty’s parents had divorced; her sister had gotten pregnant, provoking her parents to ‘send her away’; Betty’s father had been a serial killer in Riverdale; and the poor girl had walked in on her mother trying to kill herself.

If she didn’t have her friends’ support, Betty doubted she would still be here, alive and well, today. That thought alone made her shudder.

Archie had been there for her, even when her dad, dressed up as the black hood, shot his dad. He supported her through thick and thin, never blaming her for the sins of her father.

Veronica had been her rock. She knew how to calm Betty down, instantly, avoiding as many panic attacks as possible, or helping her get through them. She was the reassuring bestfriend, that everyone should have. She stuck up for her whenever Chuck came to taunt her; looked out for her when Betty couldn’t take care of herself; and made sure she was eating properly, etc.

Cheryl had been a firm one too. She was able to relate to Betty in a very different way to anyone else. She had lost her own sibling; her father turned out to be a murderer too; he also tried and succeeded with killing himself; and her mother was just a stone cold bitch. Her ‘family’ wasn’t the family she would ever choose. No, Toni and Betty and Josie made up her chosen family. And she taught Betty how to expand herself too. It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure, opening up to people who whilst have ‘known’ you you’re whole life, have never truly known you.

Betty barely knew herself. If anyone knew her better than she did, that would be the midnight black-haired mystery of a boy.

Jughead Jones has suddenly disappeared in the midst of the Ghoulies Vs Serpents battle. No one knew where he was. Theories differed, some saying he was dead, others saying he escaped this awful town when he saw an opportunity to abandon the Serpents. To abandon Betty.

Her heart throbbed at the thought. He hadn’t called; he hadn’t tried to get in touch with her, that was all very clear.

But that did not answer her questions.

How could he just leave like that? Just pick up his things, without a goodbye? Without an explanation? Without trying to convince her to go with him? Why did he want to leave her? Did he not love her like she loved him?

If he did then why would he leave her?

She never thought she was going to see those piercing blue eyes again; that indented dimple when he gave her that awful smirk that made her insides wriggle; that eyebrow raise when she was lost in her own thoughts. She never thought she was going to feel the soft skin of his hands, his cheeks, his lips.

But as she turned around to face the owner of the voice, she couldn’t help but feel lightheaded.

She knew that voice. She would know that voice, anywhere, anytime, anyplace.

Because, dear readers, Jughead Jones’ voice when he utters the soft sound, “Betts,” is unmistakable.

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A Hypothetical

If there was one thing in the world that Jughead Jones had an actual, desperate desire to do, that would be to kiss Betty Cooper. Kiss her on her damn mouth. Kiss her cherry-chapstick lips so they become pink and plump; kiss her so her eyelashes flutter open with amazement, and she feels dizzy with glee.

But that would never happen could never happen.

He was Jughead Jones, after all. And she was Betty freaking Cooper.

They were friends, but that was it. She and Archie had this plan, anyway. Whether it was working out? Jughead doubted. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t pursue it.

So here he found her, on the steps to their school on that Thursday afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be any special Thursday. Just an average one. For him, anyway.

He could see it in the way she was present but not actually aware of anything, in the way her eyes glazed over. She sat with her hands in her lap, subconsciously pressing down the creases in her cheerleading skirt.

He decided to get off his ass as he stood pointlessly against the brick wall and actually go talk to her, comfort her.

He took a deep breath, “What’s going on?”

He knew what was going on. Of course he did. He was Jughead, and this was his Betty.

But for her to come to terms with it, was a whole other story.

If it were anyone else that came to sit beside her, she would have definitely startled. But for some reason, Jughead was just always ‘there’: like she could sense his presence and that had some sort of soothing effect on her. And if it were somebody else, she would plaster that smile across her painted face quicker than one could say hello. She would say, “What do you mean?” as if everything was alright. Because everything was alright.

Everything was so perfect.

Well in actual fact, it was Jughead and everything was far from perfect.

She sighed, “I don’t know what I did.”

Elaboration: she doesn’t know what she ‘did’ to not be Archie’s crush. She doesn’t know where she messed up to not even crush on Archie herself. In other words, Betty is trying to come up with a reason to blame herself for disrupting her and Archie’s plan.

He knew this, but waited for her to expand on that herself. No need to push her. Just listening was sometimes all that’s needed.

“With Archie... One minute it’s pretty clear what’s about to happen, and the next it’s not.” She turned to face him. “And the weirdest part is...”

Placing a hand on her knee, he urged her on, “What, Betts?”

She glanced down at his hand before looking back to the steps below them. A small smile spread across her face and her eyes sparkled, “I...I think it’s okay. I’m not upset by it like I thought I would be. Like I should be.”

He grinned, “That’s great.”

She looked back at him, “It is?”

“It definitely is.”

And never before had Betty Cooper quite realised how many shades of blue-green compose Jughead Jones’ eyes. Truly spectacular.

“Besides, it’s not like he would have even known how to kiss you anyway,” Jughead joked, removing his hand.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

“Well, come on,” he paused, lowering his voice. “You’re Betty freaking Cooper. You deserve to be kissed like that.”

Curious, she pressed, “Deserved to be kissed like what?”

He tilted his head, feigning a ‘deep-in-thought’ look even though he’s thought about kissing Betty Cooper more times than he’s proud of. “Hmm, let’s see. Say, it were me, for example, well then, I would probably place my hand on your right cheek-“

And he did.

“-and brush your jaw with my thumb-“

He continued to narrate his actions.

“-and then put that golden lock behind your left ear with my other hand. I would look into your stunning emeralds you call eyes, with a small smile playing on my lips. My forefinger of my left hand would brush across your bottom lip. And I would lean in, just like this. Then I would press my lips against yours, gently but passionately. And then as you’d kiss back, I’d bring you impossibly closer to me, closing the gap. One of my hands would drop to your waist. And then my tongue would run along your bottom lip and ask-politely-for entrance. Granted, we’d eventually pull away, pink, plump-lipped and catching our breaths.”

He whispered, his lips inches away from her own, “And then I’d rest my forehead against yours-yes, like this-and you’d flutter your eyelashes as you opened your eyes, and give me a small reassuring smile. The kind of smile that makes me want to kiss you like that every flipping day.”

Betty hadn’t realised the rate of her heart increasing as she sat on the steps, Jughead Jones’ hands practically branding her as her whole body desperately desired his hypothetical to be proved.

8 words. That’s it. She uttered only eight.

Truly life changing.

Definitely not an average Thursday.

8 words was all it took for Jughead Jones to have that twinkle in his eye and smug smirk on his face before he proved his word.

“I think you’ll have to show me, Jones.”

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I’m speechless. Well I have been for a little while now. But seriously? Over 400 of you?! This is absolutely mad. Thank you for reading my little treasures and bearing with me as I try and find time out of my hectic schedule. Thank you all!

Love you lots,

Mariam :)

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“If you were able to lose it so easily, did you ever really have it?”

Betty wiped her tear-stained cheeks, with her knees propped up against her chest. It had been a rough summer-the worst one in fact. She had lost the days doing all sorts of meaningless crap and had spent the nights crying herself to sleep.

He had left her.

He had made that conscious decision to do so.

“We’ll still be bestfriends, Betts.”

Just another lie to add to the list.

Starting the new academic year had been hard. Well, the build up to it had been harder. Jughead and her were the tightest duo, and to suddenly not have him by her side anymore...made her feel like a part of her was missing.

And on top of that, everyone knew. Everyone knew that Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper’s other half, the one that stuck by her through thick and thin, had decided to leave her.

But it turned out better than she could have hoped.

Late nights of controlled sobs turned into tired, happy laughs-yes, real laughing out loud. She hadn’t ‘replaced’ him, so to speak, but she had found another friend. They were close, talking everyday, always able to make each other laugh. He was good for her. More than he knew.

But it still wasn’t the same.

There’s nothing quite like having your one and only best friend with you. And there never will be.

So she was happy. She was definitely content, even enjoying her extremely hectic school life.

And she was happy for Jughead. He was enjoying life too, with all his new friends. He got a girlfriend, although he didn’t really see her as that much of a girlfriend. He broke up with her reluctantly, as he came to terms with the idea that he was only with her because he wanted to see what this whole ordeal was about.

He had called Betty at the time. And she listened to him; helped him get through the breakup; made him laugh and distract him from that pit of guilt brewing in his stomach.

They were still bestfriends.

But it still wasn’t the same. And it never could be.

So when the overwhelming surge hit her, and the tears came spilling out, she couldn’t help but shed the water droplets for the boy she used to see everyday.

It’s not easy. Who was she kidding trying to replace him?

She realised that the outburst may have been stimulated by the inevitable event they reached.

She went out on a limb asking if he was free tomorrow, thinking that he would want to see his best friend in this troubling time.

“Going to art galleries with Jo for our project. How about Saturday?”

Her stomach sank.

“Can’t do Saturday. Actually, never mind.” She texted back shortly.

“Friday?” He tried again.

“Dinner date.”

“Tuesday?” And again.

“The 13th?”

“No, this Tuesday?”

“Afraid not. Look don’t worry about it, I get it, you’re busy.” She hated the idea that he was trying to find a date for them out of pity.

“So are you?”

“Yeah, I’m just saying I get that you’re pretty busy, that’s all.”

“Oh right. Sorry. Bit on edge tonight.”

Fair enough.

“Yeah, don’t worry I totally get that.”

“Thank you so much, Betts. For listening to me. Better hit the hay. Love you, and talk to you tomorrow.”

She didn’t reply. She couldn’t reply.

It had finally hit her.

Her best friend was too busy for her.

They had completely different lives now. And that’s what he wanted. The best of two worlds. Surprisingly, she dealt with it pretty well at first. But then it caught up with her-she apparently wasn’t the top priority on her best friend’s agenda.

Fair enough, though. Maybe she’s being unreasonable? Maybe she’s being irrational?

But there’s a reason for that.

And it’s called love.

It’s ironic that even though he was the one who just ended a relationship, with the support of his best friend, he was probably sound asleep, whilst Betty was holding her own hand as her bottom lip trembled and pillow became dampened by her precious tears.

She just missed her bestfriend-that’s not a crime is it?

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For the anon I accidentally deleted:

64: “The way you flirt is just shameful.”

Crossing the line

“And even when I said that, he ignored that fact and persisted that it wasn’t his fault! Like how ignorant do you have to be?” Betty complained, her arms resting on the countertop as she downed her drink.

Jughead couldn’t quite focus on what she was saying, especially when she was looking this gorgeous in her red strappy dress, that he just wished he could take off, rather than some random rebound.

“And I mean, did I say anything wrong? Yeah okay maybe. Maybe I shouldn’t have said some stuff. But overall? Overall the message was justified, right? Jug?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

“Yeah definitely.”

She sighed, running her finger around the rim of her glass.

“Betts,” he said softly. “Betts,” he tried again, brushing his thumb against her jaw to bring her attention to him. “He’s not worth it. He’s not worth your energy, time and love.”

They paused, both reading a different message from one another’s eyes, before she gave him a small, guilty smile, “Thanks, Jug. Thank you.”

“Yeah, no prob-“

“Hey, blondie,” a dark-haired guy in a tight white button down shirt appeared at Betty’s side. Was he dashing? Yes. Was Jughead going to admit that? Definitely not.

Betty’s facial expression changed in an instant-sheepish to confident and flirtatious.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He stood next to her, urging the bartender.

“I already have one,” she started but when she saw his face fall she continued, “but after this one? Sure.”

He grinned and started a light conversation which Jughead zoned out of. It was more painful to pretend they weren’t exchanging words than just watching the way her eyebrows arched, her lips hugged upwards and her nose scrunched up.

After a cute, adorable laugh that only Betty could give, the mystery man asked her, “Do you want to dance?”

Jughead felt himself interjecting, involuntarily, “Betty doesn’t dance.”

Betty looked over to him, as if remembering he was there, but her expression was unreadable.

“That’s cool. I’ll teach you,” he winked at her, before gently taking her hand.

The twang in Jughead’s heart was further amplified when Betty turned around to give an apologetic smile. He have a ‘don’t-worry’ one back but he didn’t think she even saw.

***

Jughead had just taken a shower in his hotel room when there was a knock at the door.

Towel around waist, he opened the door to reveal a grateful looking Betty Cooper.

“Hey are you alright?”

“No, I misplaced my room card and the front desk is closed and I-“

“Hey, don’t worry about it, come in.”

“Thanks, Jug, I’m really sorry. I’m so grateful you’re up-“

“You thought I was asleep?” He chuckled.

She blushed, “Well, I mean, I don’t know, maybe you were tired?”

“I’m not. Okay, how about this, we’ll put on these soft robes and order room service because I am starved.”

She grinned, “Sounds like a plan.”

***

Jughead sat at the bottom of the bed, in his robe, heart thumping out of his chest. He didn’t know why he was so nervous: there wasn’t really any need to be.

But even when she came and sat down next to him, removing her makeup, his heart got caught in his throat.

“What?” She laughed, “Why are you looking at me funny?” She took her slice of cake and devoured it.

He shook his head before building up the courage. “So what happened to white shirt guy?”

She laughed again, blessing his ears, “White shirt guy and I split ways.”

“Oh, how come?” Jughead did his best to hide his happiness, but clearly failed.

She shrugged, looking at their feet. Her legs were long but not as long as his, him being taller and all. “We’re just...different, that’s all.”

“Really? It wasn’t your flirting? Because you should know, the way you flirt is just shameful.” He nudged her shoulder, teasingly.

Her eyes had a twinkle in them that he couldn’t quite look away from. “Oh really? Well do tell me, Jughead Jones, how should one flirt?” She leaned in, lowering her voice as she teased him.

He swallowed, and said quietly, “Yeah, you have a point there.”

She arched an eyebrow before looking at his lips, which were now inches away from her own. Jughead looked down at her lips, before checking that she actually was looking at his lips. He prayed to God he didn’t have some chocolate crumbs on his face.

“Betty,” he said hoarsely.

“Mmm.”

“Are you...”

“Sure?”

He nodded, the fear in his eyes. Fear of rejection, fear of being a rebound, fear of her being drunk.

She brushed a crumb off his lip, grinning as she did, and leaving her finger hovering. “Yes, I’m sure.”

His heart was practically pounding.

He closed his eyes as she pressed her lips to his. As a reflex, his hands came up to cradle her face as her’s moved to his hair, ruffling them pointlessly.

Butterflies, fireworks, you name it. It was everything Jughead thought it would be and more.

Pulling apart, she didn’t pull herself away from him as she slowly opened her eyes. He was relieved to see her grin.

“Betts we just...”

“Crossed a line.”

He swallowed, his nervousness still showing.

“Jug,” she said softly as she brushed a hair out of his face. “I don’t want to uncross it.”

He grinned before reconnecting their lips and pulling her onto his lap.

Finally. The girl he had been waiting for what seemed like forever, wanted him too. Wanted him.

By the way...

Betty Cooper didn’t lose her room card.

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“Please just pretend you know me.” please! i love your writing so much!

“Please just pretend you know me.” Awh thank you love!

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Unique

Jughead pulled the first cigarette from his pack. Holding it between his fingers, he sighed. He wanted to quit, he really did. He just hadn’t had that push to get him to stop. He knew that was a shitty excuse, but isn’t that what the addiction is-a shitty excuse to kill your lungs, bit by bit, as your heart feel heavy anyway, what’s the harm in actually weakening it?

He placed it between his lips as he fumbled for his lighter. Observing his surroundings, he couldn’t have felt more out of place: the front of a diner, with people hanging around in their cliques-so high school. He didn’t care for that. He never understood how a group of people who share the same fantasy of who they want to be whilst believing that their fellow peers have actually achieved it, would want to hang around together everyday, all the time, much less think anyone remotely different to them was weird. Maybe it’s our biology-the way we’re programmed-to stay in packs. But then if that’s true, why is it the different people, the different ones that make our blood rush, with anger or with lust and love? Why is it the unique ones that we remember, that we dream to be with instead of like?

Just as he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and brought it up to his cigarette, a golden-haired girl with bright, emerald eyes appeared before him. Before he knew what was happening she pulled the cigarette out from between his lips. The shock caused him to drop the lighter, foolishly. “What-“

“Shhh,” she hushed, her eyes darting all over the place. Was she judging her? Yep. “Okay, you’ll do.”

“Do? Do for what? What the-“

She placed a delicate hand firmly against his mouth and looked behind her. Returning her attention back to him, she said slowly, “Okay…you see the redhead?”

He nodded, not caring for the way she smelt of fresh shampoo and happiness combined.

“Is he…is he looking?”

Jughead mumbled under her hand. She looked at her hand and quickly removed it, to brush his shoulder.

He looked at her quizzically, “Yeah, he’s looking. Why?”

She bit her lip, looking to the side of her as if to debate whether or not to say or do something.

“Okay, just…just pretend you know me.” She looked at him with eyes full of hope, no judgement. That’s a nice change. She sighed, “Please?”

“What’s in it for me?” He hates the words as they came out.

She could easily pay him.

“He’s coming,” Jughead’s dark eyes flickered from looking down at her to the approaching boy.

Her eyes darted to the side once more before focusing on his. He was captivated by her intense stare, he practically forgot where they were, who they were, why he was in this situation.

Before he could realise, she crashed her lips on his, hands coming up to hold his face gently. Instantly, he kissed back, of course he would-when the world gives you the best kisser ever, you kiss her back, you always kiss her back.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him. As his tongue swiftly brushed her bottom lip, she pulled apart, only slightly to ask, “Can you put a hand on my butt? Has to be at least realistic?”

And that’s when he remembered: she was only using him. This didn’t mean anything. And that, for some bizarre reason, broke his heart a little. But as mentioned, when the universe gives you the best kisser, you always kiss her back.

“I’m not gonna-“

Using her own hand, she moved his hand to her butt, before moving her hand back to his hair, playing with the curls.

Brushing her nose against him, she murmured, “Can he see?”

Jughead did his best to not roll his eyes.

“I don’t get it,” he looked at her with so much admiration it made her insides feel funny. They caught their breath, lips just an inch apart.

“Don’t get what?” She whispered.

“Why you even have to try and make him jealous.”

She gave him a knowing smile before saying, “We broke up. I did it. But if he knows I’m single, well then, he’s going to try and get back together. Plus, I have to show that I’m over him.”

“If you’re over him, why don’t you just get a real boyfriend?”

“What’s the fun in that?” She winked before pressing her lips back to his. He was going to miss this. Even if it was only a few kisses, they warmed him inside-lighting a new spark that nicotine couldn’t quite reach.

“Okay, here’s the plan, we’ve been dating for…3 weeks? It’s new, it’s refreshing. I go for my morning run at 6:30 am. I’m organised, top student, student body president-“

“I know.”

She, still holding his cheeks, pulled her face away to look at him curiously.

“I go to your school.”

Finally, the girl who wasn’t able to be embarrassed, had rosy red cheeks, “Oh. I’m so-“

“I’m only kidding,” he grinned.

She sighed a sigh of relief, whilst rolling her eyes.

“He’s coming closer,” Jughead told her, arms involuntarily wrapping tighter around her.

Panic struck her eyes, “Okay. Last thing, what’s your name?”

Before he could answer the redhead coughed.

Betty put on the best fake surprised face, and turned around to see him, one of her arms coming behind Jughead’s back.

“Betty,” he said bluntly.

“Archie! What are you doing here?”

“…I eat here on Fridays, after practice. You know that. Who’s your friend?”

Betty pressed her cheek against Jughead’s as he replied, “Name’s Jughead.”

Betty looked at him, but did her best to hide her annoyance.

“Jug-head?” Archie tried to clear up.

“Yep.”

Archie looked at Betty, who ignored him and kissed Jughead’s cheek.

“Um, alright. Anyway, Betty…”

“Hmm,” she looked at him again.

“I was just wondering how you were. Fucking fantastic apparently.”

Betty bit her lip, but Jughead couldn’t quite figure out what this girl was thinking.

“And you?” She asked.

“I’m great,” he sighed frustratedly, clearly unable to speak. “But let me just…let me just ask…are you two actually together though? I haven’t even seen this guy before! Because if not, Betty, you know we could always give us another chance-“

Jughead felt Betty tense and for some unknown reason to him, felt the need to interject, “I’m going to stop you right there, buddy. She’s happy, okay? Isn’t that good enough for you?”

“I think Betty can answer for herself.”

“You’re right,” Betty said, “but why ask me? Maybe you’d find the answer in Valerie’s pants? Or was it Melody? Who can keep up now?”

“Betty it was only one time.”

Jughead looked at the golden beauty in a whole new light. She hadn’t just broken up with this prick because she didn’t like him anymore-he had cheated on her. How anyone could cheat on her, let alone hurt her was utterly bizarre. This girl was strength and beauty interwoven.

He zoned out the rest of their quarrel, simply admiring the way her features co-ordinated together to express what she wanted to-what she allowed them to.

He didn’t even realise when Archie had left until Betty huffed and returned her attention back to him, a soft smile appearing on her face. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said, not making any intention to break away from her. “You know, you’re like the best kisser.” He whispered in her ear, earning a light giggle from her. And that’s when he knew he was already head over heels for this girl.

“Okay but I have a question for you,” she told him.

“Ask away. I know you will anyway.”

“Why did you make up such a ridiculous name?”

He chuckled. If only.

“Like I just don’t understand.”

Grinning he told her, “That’s my real name.”

Her eyes widened and her face went red, “It’s a beautiful name.”

He laughed, a real one, “I’m only kidding.”

She let out a sigh of relief, hitting his chest lightly, “I was going to say!”

Just watching her, and her reactions he said, “No I wasn’t. I was being for real. I swear.”

She looked at him, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m serious, babe.” He looked at her with no devilish smile on his face.

“For real? Or else I swear-“

“For real.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because I’m not believable. But one thing that will seem believable, especially seeing as you’ve kissed me pretty thoroughly, is that I’m a much better real date than fake one. You should see for yourself.”

She looked at him knowingly, as she untangled herself from his braces, “Right. Smooth.”

“I’m serious!”

“Okay, Jug-head,” she placed her hands on her hips, looking like an adorable bossy boots. “I tell you what, as a thank you for your ‘quick wit’ and reaction time, I’ll grant you one date. Just one. But only because you helped a girl out. Okay?”

He grinned and nodded, honestly not expecting that.

She shook her head, surprised at herself, and took his face in her hands, gently pressing her lips to his once more. “We’re doing everything in the wrong order,” she smiles cheekily at him.

His eyes twinkled, “That’s what makes it unique.”

What was this ‘it’, one might ask. Well, they figured out that this unspoken of abstract noun was nothing other than love.

Oh and Jughead did go to her school. 

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Do you allow people to sort of ask for certain things to happen in the prompt? If not it’s totally fine! 😘

Sure! I’m up for anything(...I think 😂) so yes-I’m interested in whatever, and I’ll do my best to interpret it

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Hmmm how about “they are going to be furious when the find out” 💕❤️

“They’re going to be furious when they find out.”

Hope you like it !

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Taking it for granted

Betty watched from the corner of her eye, the several blonde bimbos that were hanging around her quarterback to-be-boyfriend. Unfortunately, in this given situation, she couldn’t actually do anything, because he wasn’t exactly her boyfriend. Also, she was in the middle of a quick cheerleading warm up that kept the blood rushing-a good distraction.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, she found the owner. Jughead Jones sat on the corner of the bleachers, grumpily. He winked at her, knowing her better than herself. He knew she was frustrated but doing her best to hide it. She gave a half-smile before focusing her attention on Cheryl.

Cheryl’s words went straight over her head when she saw one of the blondies kiss Archie’s cheek before joining her group of friends at the bleachers.

Blood filled with rage, she was exhilarated.

“You alright, B?” Veronica nudged her shoulder.

Betty put on her best fake smile, “Yeah! Can’t wait to do this.”

Veronica nodded slowly, not properly convinced but not desperate to prod her right now. “Alright…let’s do this, then!”

They began their opening routine and Betty did her best to ignore the thumping of her heart, beating both for the red-headed oblivious boy as well as keeping up with the oxygen circulation.

After they finished, the crowd erupted into a louder cheer and the game began.

By half time, Betty had done her best to forget about it all, and focused on supporting her school team with as much enthusiasm and pep one could muster.

Cheryl dismissed them temporarily, and Betty found herself jogging over to the brooding boy, forced to writing a review on the game.

“Hey,” she panted lightly, giving him an actual smile.

“Hey,” he closed his notebook. “How are you doing?” He said lowly, not that anyone was really near.

She sighed gently, “I’m fine. I am. I just…I just wish he would realise…”

She didn’t need to finish that sentence. She could see he understood in the way he looked at her.

Betty crossed her arms over her chest as she sat beside him, but her eyes on the spoken-about boy on the field. “Do you think…do you think…” she trailed off, her hands smoothing over her skirt as her mind wandered aimlessly.

“I do, yeah. He’ll figure it out. Maybe you just need to push him to…to realising that he shouldn’t take you for granted.”

Betty looked at him with such intrigue it made him squirm, “What do you mean?”

He blushed.

She smirked, “Jughead Jones, are you suggesting that I make him jealous?”

If it was possible, he was definitely a whole other shade of red now.

“But who would-wait a second-“

He watched her as she figured out what he meant.

“Oh my gosh! Because you want Louisa to notice you too! I knew it!”

Louisa? What? No.

He cleared his throat, “Um, sure?”

She punched his shoulder, “How come you didn’t tell me? I always thought you might have a little crush. But for real! Oh my gosh, Jug! This is huge!”

How could she even think-

Jughead took a deep breath as he watched her get all excited over the fact that he might actually have a crush.

“Okay so, I’ll help you out, you help me? It’s a win-win.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. Would she actually do this though? This is his best-friend Archie they were talking about. Yes, Jughead had always been in love with Betty, but Betty and Archie were the couple of the novel.

He shrugged, “Okay, sure, but what exactly-“

“Right. Rules. We need guidelines. Should we say a time period? How long do you think it will take?”

A lifetime for her to realise apparently.

“2/3 weeks? Okay that sounds good. Alright, I’m going to have to go back now, but can you wait under the bleachers at the end of the game?”

She wrapped her arms around him, whispering in his ear, sending chills down his spine, “We’re going to be the best fake couple ever!”

She jumped up and jogged back towards her group, winking over her shoulder on the way.

Jughead smiled sheepishly to he as he muttered to himself, “Yeah…fake.”

***

The game had finished. Riverdale High had won. Jughead was waiting under the bleachers, heart practically beating out of his chest.

This was it. Maybe he should just call it off before one of them got their heart broken? Oh who was he kidding, he was definitely going to get his heart broken.

But when he saw her appear, cheeks rosy and face glowing, he knew all attempts at ending this were out the window: he was gone.

“Hey, boyfriend,” she winked as she approached him.

He chuckled, “Keep winking and maybe, just maybe someone will catch on.”

“Well we can’t have that,” her eyes twinkled.

“Yeah, because then-“

“Then it won’t work.” She placed her hands on his shoulders.

He felt a lump in his throat, “Right.”

She moved her hands to the back of his head, her fingers lacing between his dark locks.

What was she doing? Archie was no where in sight. Nor was this Louise girl?

He swallowed as she moved her mouth closer to his, looking down at his lips, “So just to be clear…are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, she breathed.”

“They’re going to be furious when they find out that this is…” He looked at her lips as he found his hands wrapping themselves around her waist, desperate to cling onto whatever this intangible thing was.

She looked up at him briefly, the mischievousness clear in her eyes, “Well, then they better not find out.” Without another second, he felt her warm lips on his, connecting like they were always supposed to be there. As he kissed her back, she found herself floating. Her hands ruffled through his hair as his own held her firmly. His tongue glided over her’s as she gasped, allowing entrance.

Coming back to reality, she pulled away, her face full of shock. She didn’t let go of him. She didn’t pull away. She just looked at him with amazement. Had she been taking Jughead for granted all this time? It was like finding something so unique and special, that maybe it had always been there but they had just never looked for it.

And in that moment, where she looked at him like that, where they caught their breath like that, and when they had kissed like that, the intention behind this all seemed really insignificant.

He just really wanted to kiss her again.

And like she read his mind, she connected their lips again, smiling into the kiss.

Yeah, that definitely didn’t feel fake.

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IS THAT LIST FOR NEW PROMPTS IF NOT IT TOTALLY SHOULD BE ❤️💕

IT IS IT IS IT IS;; ILL DO THE OLD ONES TOO I PROMISE BUT I FOUND THIS AND I JUST

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😁

Fake relationship

“I’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.”

“Please just pretend you know me.”

“I thought you’d never show up!”

“One date to meet the family. Would you really say no to free food?”

“You only have to wear the ring until they notice.”

“What’s the harm if we’re never going to see each other again?”

“But I don’t even know your name!”

“I’m not sure we can pull this off.”

“They’re going to be furious if they find out.”

“I get to have a sexy partner for a day, and you get to have a story to tell your grandchildren.”

“Just kiss me and act like you do it every day.”

“If you keep staring at me like that, everyone’s going to see right through us.”

“Well, darling? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“I know we’re strangers, but can you at least hug me back?”

“I’ll do all the talking, you just stand there and look pretty.”

“I can’t do this! I’m the worst liar ever!”

“I’ll do it, but only if we get to go on a real date later.”

“Look, I only hacked into your account to change your relationship status.”

“You look terrified. Please smile before someone thinks I threatened you.”

“This is temporary, I promise!”

“This is only temporary, right?”

“So how long do you need me to be your secret spouse?”

“I think you’re mistaking me for someone charming.”

“Of all the people here, why me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you just happened to be closest.”

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I FINALLY UPDATED ‘THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN’ SORRY FOR THE WAIT GO CHECK IT OUT ! :)

I’ll try and update further soon x