So don't. Don't let go.

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thebettscooper:

She simply nodded, unable to resist turning her head to the side to press her lips into his cheek as his landed on her shoulder. Her inhale was a hiss, barely believing that this was actually happening. Betty was never one to let people see the realest side of her, the one with the imperfections and the doubts that plagued her on a daily basis – one of the biggest being her appearance. Especially when she was constantly by Veronica’s side, knowing the other girl looked flawless without even trying. But Jughead had seen her through all of it, whether or not it was by her choice, and this was just another instance of him seeing her in a form that no one else did. Vulnerable, completely giving herself over to him. And she knew that he was aware of it, from the way he was moving and his attempts to keep things as painless as possible. It was mostly his reactions that were spurring her on though, the slight sheen of sweat on both of their bodies as they pressed together making it impossible for her to keep her eyes off of him.

“Oh my god, Jug. Yes,” she practically whined, her leg hitching as close to him as it could when he moved it. The new angle had her eyes almost rolling in her head, coherent thoughts leaving her as she could only focus on the way that he was chanting her name like a mantra. Nails dug into his sides harder than she intended as she moved her hands from the bed to his body, hips rolling smoothly to press into his. There was a small crease between Betty’s eyebrows as if she were concentrating, trying to figure everything out although she knew she was far beyond rational thought at this point.

“I want you….touch me,” she requested, reaching up only to push some of her hair that had fallen over her face out of the way. She wanted to pull Jughead closer and kiss him until she couldn’t breathe, although she was having trouble with that already. Her breaths were short and fast, feeling like she wasn’t able to take in enough oxygen to keep up with it all. The overwhelming sensations, now rocking her hips up to meet his in a way that felt far too simple. Like this is how it was meant to happen, everything they had been through up to this point boiling down to just the two of them. Here, now.

It was that ‘yes’ that sent Jughead into a spiral to the moon, the whine that purred out of her unlike anything he’d heard prior. Those five words, breathless and desperate at the same time, seemed to rev inside Jughead like an engine as he nodded vigorously at her advance. He’d been holding back, going as slow as he could go and driving him absolutely up the wall, but he could hear the urgency in her ‘yes’ and it vibrated down into the pit of him. The hand that grasped her thigh had tightened as his back arched up off of her body. The slow thrusts his hips gave were now escalating sharply, Jughead’s eyes had practically rolled into the back of his head. His jaw was dropped, the breaths now fast huffs as his mouth rested directly above hers. 

He’d do anything she asked, especially in the mystical sort of state he was in. Recklessly, the way she knew he appreciated him as, Jughead’s lips barely curled upwards before getting the words out between the inaudible grunts.

“As you wish...”

His mouth found the side of her neck, his tongue sliding from the midline of her neck up to graze her earlobe. His teeth clamped down on the base of her neck as another low moan immersed from within him, not being able to hold back the sounds that formed from within him. Everything fluttered and his skin was on fire with every movement, hers to him and him to her, and there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. He rose up off of her, their bodies making the shape of an L now. Dragging his hands down her body as he moved into the vertical position, his long fingers somewhat playfully dragging from their position up over her head down her chest. His hands ran over her breasts, his dangerous eyes flickering as he did so, and down to her navel and hips. One hand stopping at her hip, the other continued on to meet at the center of where their bodies had connected. Jughead’s eyebrow seemed to kink at the advance, his eyes daring not to leave the sight of her sprawled out before him. A thrust one, two, and three times seemed to toy with himself as much as it seemed to do with her. 

“Come here..”

Jughead pulled Betty up by her hips, his arms tightening a hold around her small waist to hold her up to where she was up vertical with him. His lips met her shoulders the moment his body met hers again and as they’d been before, his hips began moving into her again. This time, whether it being the new position or just the urgency flushing through him, he could feel a familiar burrow begin within the pit of him. His hand trailed up her back and grabbed into her hair, Jughead’s mouth breathing harder than it had. The words were difficult to piece together, coming out as purr with every thrust into her. Nothing else and no one else mattered now. No Serpents. No murders. No care in the world. As far as he knew, Betty and Jughead were the only ones in this crazy messed up world.

“You’re mine.”

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thebettscooper:

Betty had known him for long enough to see that he was more concerned with how she was feeling about the whole thing than he was anything else, and it just added to the continued reassurance he was giving her. The slightest hint of a nervous smile was on her face as he looked like he was getting himself psyched up for something, the way he moved to press against her causing her to let out a whimper. Her hand moved from his arm to tangle in his hair, tugging a little rougher than anticipated as he did what she told him to and moved with her. Back arching up she let her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against the pillow. Only when she felt his hand on her cheek did she reopen them with effort, her heart feeling like it was about to beat out of her chest with more than just the physical effort of it all. It was obvious how much she adored him, her eyes shining with it as goosebumps broke out on the skin he traced over. Breath hitching she nodded reassuringly, eyes wide as he questioned her again.

“Okay. It’s…better.”

She wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by the statement, other than the fact that the initial sharpness of the pain seemed to be dulling into something more bearable. The sensation was still overwhelming as new as it was, but much like Jughead cared more about her reaction she was fully invested in his every little movement. The way he seemed to be holding himself back, the breaths that were huffed past his lips. Pulling his head down to hers she connected their lips for only a moment, soft in contrast to the intensity of everything else. Although it took a bit of effort she pressed her hips up into his, encouraging him to do what he wanted. Biting down hard on her lip she held back a louder moan, feeling him press into her in a way that she couldn’t get enough of. This was it, this was what she wanted. Never had she felt more connected to another person, her body so desperately wanting his that the pain seemed like a small price to pay.

His eyes lit up with a sense of reassurance, watching as her skin seemed to shiver and flinch with ever movement he made over her. 

The kiss they shared was timid, an intimate brushing of their lips coming together was just a gentle reminder of just how much he loved her to the pit of himself and back again. Not that he’d ever needed any proof, the several months they’d lived prior getting to know each other past the childhood selves that were the lonely Jughead and perfect Betty, but the twinkle in her captivating eyes was few of the many he had. He breathed a huff into her mouth as their lips broke away softly from one another. 

“You’re sure?”

It was a calming moment before the second she pushed her hips up into his, essentially him deeper into her than he had been prior. An almost childish moan gasped out of him as his mouth found her shoulder, his open mouth capping around gently on her shoulder and his teeth pressing in her bare skin. It was borderline unbearable holding back, but the way her body moved closer to his versus its slow movements of before seemed to communicate he was okay to attempt taking things a little bit further. Jughead’s love bite seized as his lips pecked the spot he’d just mouthed. Just as he had before, he brought his hands to opposite sides of her head, his fingers tangling within her sprawled out blonde locks that hid the pillow it resided on top of. He nodded, more as an ‘okay’ for himself to not fully lose control, but ease into the insane intensity that Betty had his whole body casted in a sort of lust spell. His movements were gentle, as before, but the slow speed of moving into her had picked up just a slow amount. His eyes forced to stay open, as the thousand and one feelings that empowered him were both new and more than he could have ever imagined it all to be. This was living. Exhilaration was solving Jason Blossom’s murder. Exhilaration was visiting his mom and Jelly Bean after months of not seeing either. Surviving initiation of the Serpents and having a family unit of friends that he’d never had before with Archie and the gang. But this? This...being this close with Betty was a moment that sky-rocketed to the top of all lists.

Faster he picked up his pace, one of his hands trailing down to grasp around her upper thigh. Jughead pulled her leg in closer to his hip as what seemed outer body came over him. Where his breathing had been rigid was now picking up to a low huffing, a low growl rolled out of him and the only audible word that fell past his lips seemed to come over and over again. He still attempted to hold back his thrusts, at least enough to be able to stop if he needed to. Jughead couldn’t help but to tell how easily, not that he was surprised, the two fell into each other. Like it was the way it was meant to be all the long.

“Betty.”

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thebettscooper:

In any other situation Betty would have rolled her eyes, made some comment about how Jughead was biased since she was his girlfriend. The fact of the matter was that he was the only person to ever call her those things. To show even the slightest bit of desire in her, which had now built into what was happening between them in this moment. The feeling of his hand on hers made her gaze flicker back up to meet his, her eyes too busy appreciating the slight changes in his body since he had become a Serpent. A sense of strength that wasn’t there before, of confidence. She simply nodded in response, her mouth going dry as he situated himself between her legs. Ones that she was all to willing to open for him, especially now.

She couldn’t help but take in a breath as he moved forward, moved into her. Even though he was slow and clearly wanted to make sure that she was alright before moving any further Betty felt a tear slide down her cheek; left over from the emotions that she hadn’t been able to hide earlier or as a result of the twinge of pain that she felt, it wasn’t clear. But the last thing she wanted was for him to feel like it was his fault, reaching up to grab onto his forearm reassuringly. Albeit, tighter than she intended.

“No, it’s — I’m fine, Jug.”

Her eyes shut for only a moment, letting out her breath slowly as she adjusted to the feeling of him. Her other hand curled in on itself, the sheets underneath of her caught in her grasp as she bit down on her lip. This whole not moving thing was excruciating, knowing it would only prolong the moment when her uncomfortableness turned into something more. At least, that’s what she had heard. From Veronica, although that was almost the last person she wanted to think about at the moment.

“You can, you can move,” she encouraged Jughead, her hips shifting just slightly in an attempt to feel more at ease and a soft gasp brushed past her lips as she did so. Looking up at her boyfriend she couldn’t help but relax even the slightest bit, knowing there was no one else she would rather be experiencing this with than him.

“Betty.”

His voice came out in a mix between a stiffed moan and a concerned unsureness. Spite the overwhelming realization at just how good it felt to be inside Betty, he fought to push it aside as he studied the stiffness that reigned over her body as she adjusted herself beneath and around him. He’d known it would be different the first time, the obvious anatomy of how it would affect him versus her. Her words of reassurance still wasn’t enough to fuel him to do anything as his crinkled forehead softened, his mouth parted just enough to reveal he was grinding his teeth together tightly. Spite what he was feeling, Jughead’s head was shadowed with the nervousness about potentially hurting her. He’d heard stories, between the required Health courses and Archie’s overly shared stories between him and his past partners, but no story could really have prepared Jughead for these moments between himself and Betty. Even with the glory of being a Serpent and being subjected to the overly confident bikers who spoke about their nightly rendezvous and how good it was to be bad. 

Between how he felt in that moment and what was about to come into play, Jughead’s heart practically thumped out of his chest. Her words of encouragement had him nodding, readjusting his hands to place gently on her lower hips. He let out a chuckle in the form of a huff, leaning his head from side to side of his overly tense shoulders in a sort of attempt to relax. He leaned his body down to touch hers again, his lips tracing past her wet cheek. The next several in and out thrusts were as gentle as before, but the slow nature of it practically had Jughead’s head spinning like a top up and off of his shoulders. His body brushed along side hers, his navel mirroring hers as he hovered over her. Jug huffed, his dark eyes shutting to see stars, and the overbearing need to go faster made it so damn difficult to continue but he wouldn’t until he got the okay from Betty. He brought his face away from her ear, Jughead raising himself just enough so he was face-to-face with his blonde headed girlfriend. His ruffled eyebrows rose unsurely as he studied her eyes, the ones he knew so well as he brought a hand lovingly to the side of her face with a kind smile. His voice was shaky, between the mountainous amount of lust and his attempt to control it, Jughead’s hand trailed from her cheek down to the middle of her chest just between her breasts. He could feel her heart beating back and forth like there was a ping pong ball stuck within her body.

“Okay?”

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IS THIS WHAT WE DESERVE

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thebettscooper:

Hips pressing against his as he held her closer Betty held her breath, not realizing she had been waiting for his response until he breathed it out. Of course it did nothing to stem the flow of tears, if anything only making it worse as her bottom lip trembled underneath his thumb. Jughead had become all that mattered to her, both in that moment and in general. Her insecurities couldn’t help but flow to the surface every now and then, especially when their days together were so numbered and she felt further away from him than ever.

But none of that mattered now, the combination of his words and actions enough to convince her that what he was saying was true. Mine. It sent shivers down her spine even before he moved away from her, reaching up to protest until it became obvious that Jughead was ridding himself of the few layers that were still between them. Wiping underneath her eyes Betty took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, which she felt like she had been doing for the entire evening. Propping herself on her elbow instead she bit down on her lip, the look on her boyfriend’s face enough to have her looking away for fear of ruining it all with her tears again.

As he dropped back down to meet her Betty looped an arm around his shoulders, her fingers pressing into his bare skin tightly before they ran up into his hair – something she felt she could never get enough of any chance that she had. Reaching behind her back the blonde unclasped her bra with her free hand, shifting a little so that she could discard the flimsy fabric and push herself up against Jughead. The sensation had her arching her back forward, her head falling back with a gasp as she reveled in the feeling for a few moments. It was only when she felt his hands on her body that she brought her lips to his, kissing him deeply before lightening it and pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

“I love you…so much.”

The words were whispered, loud enough for him to hear but full of everything she had wanted to say to him. And combined with her actions, Betty reached out to grab the condom from his grasp, fumbling with the foil for only a moment before she had it open and was reaching down to push his boxers out of the way. This was it; a moment she had only imagined until now. And although the circumstances might not have been ideal, her plan derailed from the moment Jughead arrived at the front step, there was nothing more that she wanted. No one more that she wanted.

Her own breath hitched in her throat as she reached down to him, her eyes flickering to areas she had only ever felt before. She couldn’t help her hips from pressing up into Jughead’s a few times, the anticipation almost too much for her as she let out a few whimpered breaths. Too impatient to wait any longer Betty slid the rest of the lace off of her body, completely bare in front of him as she moved to do the same to him. A confidence overtook her and she slid the condom onto him, her hands lingering for a few moments until she gripped his waist with slightly shaking hands.

As much as Jughead loved to dwell in everything that was the entire package of Betty Cooper, her reactions always had his insides flipping wildly and by far one of the most intriguing things about her. With her bra removed, the softest of her skin being the parts rarely revealed, Jughead’s eyes immediately shifted downwards just as she pulled his own chest onto hers. His teeth sucking in and gnawing down on his bottom lip, the newly found Serpent muffled a chuckle just as she was pulling his lips in all too familiarly. 

As usual, Jughead watched Betty with a sort of blissful awe as she took the condom from him and began pulling it strategically out of its foil. His newly muscled arms reached up to prop himself up to grant her entire access, his hands on either sides of Betty’s sprawled out blonde hair. The way her fingers curled around her boxers, the softness of her fingertips releasing somewhat of a purr out of Jug’s lips. It was a mix of the sensation being unbearable and pleasurable all at once, not wanting to wait another second and yet wanting to make it last forever. He watched lovingly as she examined the parts of him that were, until now, unfamiliar. Jughead’s eyes widened as Betty pulled off the obviously new pair of lace underwear away and off of her hips, his mouth immediately hanging open at the view of her in the entirity. His mouth found her ear, his lips practically digging into her earlobe as he choked out words.

“You’re so hot, Betty. Beautiful. Look at you. You’re unimaginable.”

He barely pulled himself away. allowing her just enough space to slide the condom on and adjust herself underneath him comfortably. Though his own heart was beating a mile a minute and his grin was sure to light a fire, Jughead took notice of Betty’s quaking. A nervous shake to his own voice, his hand reached down to place itself against Betty’s.

“Hey...you tell me if anything doesn’t feel right, okay? Anything at all, I’m serious.”

His excitement reigned, from the top all the way to the bottom of him, but there was an inexperienced nervousness that lingered as well. As much as he wanted it, he needed it to be right. She deserved that much. His hand dropped away from her, skimming her hips down to her thighs as he brought his hand to grasp readily to his penis. The awkwardness that had lingered built up in the pit of his stomach now, as if all at once he knew there had to be someway he could screw it up. There had to be, right? The very absolute last thing he wanted to do in that moment was to do something wrong, let alone do something to discomfort Betty. Out of everything though, up to the hype of him Serpent royalty to the lows of his father’s arrest, Jughead knew that this moment that he was sharing with Betty’s was on that though he was nervous...he knew it would pan to perfection.

He exhaled for a moment, his thin frame arching as he brought himself to her core before his eyes emotionally flickered to hers to meet her gaze.

“Okay, I’ll go slow...”

Only a moment later, though in his head it felt longer, Jughead held his breath as he guided his push ever so gently. The guiding was slow, the tightness bringing Jughead’s forehead to a crinkle and his hand left his shaft to place a hand on Betty’s lower back. His lips curled as a groan formed in the base of his throat, his fingers beginning a dig at the sensation but his eyes staying glued to her spite how it felt.

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thebettscooper:

She had vaguely recognized the sound of Jughead entering the room, almost feeling relieved that he had done so and actually come after her. Everything seemed to be so different…so wrong from what she knew that Betty had no idea where to even start. All she knew was that the priorities in her life had shifted, in a way that hadn’t even been noticeable to her at first. It had been about finding out what really happened to Jason, to everything that had happened with Archie’s dad, to her family that was a whole host of issues on their own. But Jughead had always been there, whether his presence was in the back of her mind or the forefront. And the simple suggestion that something had become so essential to her could be taken away just like that had her reeling.

Tearful eyes only glanced up for a moment at his request before she was moving backwards, taken by surprise at the force of his actions. Betty gasped into his mouth, her breath stolen from her as he grabbed onto her like she was the only thing keeping him steady. Ironic, given that the circumstances seemed to favor the reverse. But that had always been their relationship: desperate and passionate in the times they shared together.

“Jug, I don’t…”

She didn’t even know where she was going with the sentence, her own hands having gripped onto his head in a matching grasp without giving him any room to back off. The tears were still sliding down her cheeks, barely registering the dampness as she scooted back on the bed and kept him with her. Only when Betty was fully satisfied that he wasn’t going anywhere did she pull away enough to shrug out of the jacket, the need to feel close to him overwhelming as her hands tangled in his hair.

One of them trailed down his back, feeling like there was too much between them even through the thin fabric of his t shirt. Her legs slid open further than they already were, giving Jughead room to move closer even as she was quick to do just that herself. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly as the thought of Toni doing the same thing just a few hours ago wormed its way into her brain Betty moved her lips to his neck roughly, not even realizing she had been mumbling the same words over and over as she did so.

“Mine. You’re mine…say it, Juggie. You’re mine.”

From the moment he’d stepped into the bedroom, desperate to follow after her, it was as if the after had just pressed on the fast forward button. Their actions were quick and eager, not wanting to waste a second of being apart any longer. Even as he was pulled on top of her, towering over her as his tongue slid inside of her mouth, Jughead’s skin practically burned with the ache of not being close enough to her. He had never felt anything like it before...much like everything else he’d endured when it had come to Betty Cooper. Her tears had collaborated with his own, now in a mixture of each others on her cheeks...messy but somehow appropriate for the moment they were now engulfed in. His eyes opened momentarily as he helped her push his Serpents leather jacket off of her small frame and to the side. The lingerie she wore was now fully exposed as Jughead broke away just enough to examine it quickly. He’d seen Betty in many forms, much being in late night rendezvous when they stopped themselves from going too far, but this was definitely to a level he hadn’t observed before. The two piece was obviously paired together for this particular occasion and it had a lump the size of his fist hollowed in the middle of his throat. His teeth clasped onto his bottom lip with a fire, lifting his body off of her just enough to pull the clothing he wore over his torso up, over his head, and lost to the side. An immediate groan left his mouth when Betty’s lips tightened on his neck, the pecking driving him up the wall to an insane level. His hands quickly traveled down the top of her chest down to the bareness of her side, grasping onto the small of her back and pulling her into his own waist. Her words weren’t lost as he tilted his neck, giving her room, as a desperate sigh shook out of him.

“I’m yours. Always.”

Jughead brought himself up to her view, in which his eyes were mirroring hers to show his seriousness. His breath rolling into her own mouth, his eyes determined as to reflect the words he said. His hand came up to clasp the side of her face again, this time his finger traveling down to the edge of her bottom lip as he spoke again. Part of his black curls had fallen down over his forehead, making his eyebrows look more furrowed than they were.

“You know that. I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

Jughead sat up off of her, his skin immediately throbbing from the lack of connection, to stand up and unclasp the belt from his waist. It took him no time at all to unbutton the worn jeans he wore, the chains he wore clanking together as he slid them down his thin body frame. Before he joined her again, he quickly went to the end table that touched the side of his bed, pulling it open and reaching inside the first drawer. Pulling out the condom wrapper, Jughead’s wanting gaze on Betty immediately turned heartfelt as he held it tight in his hand. Sitting on the bed’s edge, Jughead’s eyes never left Betty’s as he hesitated momentarily, leaning back down to her horizontal level to kiss her sweetly. Even if Jughead knew what was happening, what was bound to happen for a long time now, it didn’t mean he couldn’t take in such a defining moment for the two. Both virgins...not being virgins any longer.

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endless list of bughead quotes [2/∞] : “Are you worried about me?”

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thebettscooper:

Her head remained in her hands as Jughead stood in front of her, half paying attention to his answers until he got to the one that she had been so terrified to ask. I don’t think so. That wasn’t a no, even if that’s how he had started it. Incredulously Betty finally looked up at him, only able to catch his gaze for a moment as he was the one turning away this time. It did nothing to dull the sharp ache in her chest, however, unable to picture anything else but Toni’s lips on his, their bodies pressed close together in a way that was most definitely consensual. Without realizing it a tear slipped down her cheek, all of her thoughts turned inward at the moment.

Until the sound of something landing hard, jumping just a little as she looked over and realized it was the chair that Jughead had thrown. It was a side of him she rarely saw, one that seemed to mesh more with the Serpent side than the Riverdale one. At least, in her opinion. Frozen in her spot she did nothing but listen as he went on a rant, feeling like it was one that had been building up for a while now. His conflict was obvious, warring between what he felt he was required to do and what he wanted to do for himself. Betty still felt her heart go out to the boy, so much of it responsibility that he should never has had to bear in the first place.

Expressing his emotions was something she knew was hard for Jughead, always so used to being closed off from everyone and not letting them in. So when he started talking about the two of them, she knew it meant more than just what he was saying in that moment. Which meant more than enough already. But unlike the times he had told her before, whether it was whispers in the few minutes they had together or murmurs against skin in the dark, this time felt different. Betty couldn’t exactly pinpoint why, until he turned away from her and spoke again. He was bracing himself for her reaction, how she was going to deal with all of this.

Standing from her spot on the couch Betty wished more than anything that she had real clothes on at that moment, all the earlier thrill and expectations as to how the night would transpire evaporated. Walking over to stand by the window he was currently at she stood against the wall, facing him so he wouldn’t miss any of her soft words.

“I’m not going to throw anything, Jug. And god…do I want to yell. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs, but what good would that do?”

She shrugged with one shoulder, making a noise of incredulity as she did so. Because she knew it wasn’t Jughead that she wanted to yell at. And while she did want to give Toni a piece of her mind, along with whatever else happened to appeal to her at that moment, Betty knew it wouldn’t do any good at that moment. Her arms settled across her chest, quiet for a few moments as she stared down at the dark red nail polish on her feet.

“I’m going to go change,” she said softly, taking a step off of the wall and close to her boyfriend as she brought a hand to his cheek. It was only for a passing moment, the look in her eyes conveying more than her words ever could as she brushed past him. Her feet picked up their pace as she ran back up the stairs, the complete opposite of when she had practically skipped down them to meet Jughead earlier. Betty automatically made her way to his bedroom, the place in the house she felt most comfortable. Her steps slowed as she approached the bed, the discarded pieces of her clothes spread out on them.

Sitting down heavily she let her head fall back into her hands, intending to take a second to get herself together before going back to being perfect little Betty Cooper. But instead she found herself falling apart, shoulders shaking with sobs she tried to keep silent. Jughead had been right: everything really was going to shit in this town.

It was hard for Jughead not to get lost in the silence. The way it numbed over him immediately as her hand left his cheek, the Prince of the Serpents glued to her helplessly as she slipped past him. The soft thump of her feet hurrying up the stairs seemed to beat into his skull, as if something was shaking him, begging him to wake up. As the self proclaimed loner knew, social situations still filtered through him unknowingly. Even as he’d grown closer to his best friends and even the group that was the Serpents, Jughead still was programmed to robot around as someone who wanted to retreat alone. Even as the words he’d hissed towards Betty, suggesting her to yell at him and be angry was something he knew he didn’t want but thought he had to say. His mind felt fuzzy and out of focus, like he’d stepped behind a camera and it wasn’t going back into a clear view. He hadn’t realized just how much everything he’d been attempted to acquire the last few months had weighed on him. The weight of everything he’d been trying to carry had been placed on his shoulders like chains and Toni kissing him seemed to slide over him like the final straw of the load he had been carrying. 

What did people do in these situations when everything felt entirely wrong?

He knew how he felt and in any other conflicted situation, Jughead’s reaction was to hide away. To run. And yet, as he stood in the emptiness of his foster family’s living room, Jughead’s loneliness wasn’t a comfort like it used to be. Standing there, with the haunting ghost of a hand still imprinted on his skin, Jughead felt like the air around him would smother him.

He was mad. He was frustrated. He was overwhelmed. He was reckless.

But overall, he did not want to be by himself. Not anymore.

It had taken him a minute, when he should have immediately ran after her, but before he’d even clicked the thoughts together Jughead was practically sprinting up the dozen stairs before reaching the top. 

He knew where Betty was and even more so as he opened the closed door, the sight of her doubled over only amplifying his need to be with her. This was that moment that they’d been sure would just come and they would know. His lovesick eyes glistened as he swallowed back the lump in his throat, Jughead’s reaction was immediately to reach up and pull the dark beanie from the top of his head. The serpent, the weirdo, his eyes couldn’t be pulled away from her as he took a step towards her, sliding the heavy jacket up and off of his shoulders like he was molting a skin to show his real purest self.

“Don’t go.”

He couldn’t even think, couldn’t even react, as he’d practically fallen to his knees as he reached her. Jughead’s lips had pressed onto hers with a fire, his hand clasping to the side of her neck to draw her in tighter if there was anyway possible to do so. 

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