↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Happy unexpected anniversary! Here is another unexpected anniversary in form of fic. Based on “imagine Bilbo arriving to the anniversary party in Erebor late with a Starbucks”. Since there is no Starbucks in Middle Earth, he got an eagle and a tan, and, well, we all know Bilbo is only late when Gandalf is involved. XD
So: Bagginshield anniversary fic, alternating between humor and sap.
The first anniversary of
the dwarves’ first meeting with Bilbo Baggins initially threatens to be a sad
and solemn occasion. After all, once the dust cleared, no trace of Bilbo
Baggins could be found, and all letters sent to the Shire remained unanswered.
Gandalf, too, had vanished before the night was out; only leaving word he had
urgent business to see to.
But as evening dawns and
Thorin gazes westward from the parapets, he is drawn from his grieved
recollections by a rustling of feathers. A very loud and sudden rustling of
feathers. Followed by a familiar voice shouting: “Thorin, duck!”
And only because
Thorin’s muscles are trained to respond to certain commands better than his
mind does he manages to narrowly escape a painful skewering by eagle claws.
While Thorin pulls himself up from his emergency dive and roll, said eagle
manages to more crash than land on the other side of the parapets - among
plumes of dust, feathers, and offended squawking.
Thorin’s mind sluggishly
tries to catch up. He knows that voice. But it can’t be…
“I told you using your
predator instincts to help with landing is a terrible idea,” said voice scolds
from somewhere within the dust cloud. Another indignant squawk answers. “Alright, it may work when orcs are involved.”
The dust settles. Thorin
forgets to get up, just stays sitting on tiles while to the west the sky drowns
in pink and orange. Bilbo’s hair glows golden under it. It’s longer now - long
enough to have been pulled back in a short ponytail. He looks glorious.
Here’s some good news and bad news. Good news is, Taehyung has ignored you for about 2 weeks straight. Bad news is, you miss him. As much as you didn’t want to, you did. But it was your fault he was gone. It was your fault he doesn’t glance your way anymore. Your fault that you were invisible to him. Your fault that he was back to being the fuckboy he always was.
Wait until the lucky person is eating dinner on the special day
Show up at their house unannounced and greet them with “[your name], at your service” and just walk up in there and join them for dinner.
Have your friends show up one by one or in pairs and do the same (works best with at least 13 people, obviously).
Once seemingly everyone’s there and your friend is appropriately overjoyed yet horrified because they weren’t prepared to host guests, there’ll be a knock at the door and all of you will fall silent while one of you ominously says “he is here”, opening the door to reveal the final guest who should arrive with pizzas and/or cake.
Congratulations, you now have an actual Unexpected Party.
(P.S. Cosplay is not mandatory but highly recommended)
(P.P.S. At some point, you should all break out into song without warning, preferably to “That’s What Bilbo Baggins Hates”)
Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are
set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words Count: 1926
Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad
flirting, jealousy, Bucky still is kind of a jerk, drinking.
A/N: Thank you @imhereforbvcky for having
my back. As always, english is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar
mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! There’ll be more interaction between Bucky and
the Reader on the next one, I promise.
The cascade of hot water falling on your
sore muscles was everything you needed at that moment. While you were trying to
relax your drained body, your mind was in a loop repeating the memories of the
last few moments.
It felt like Bucky was about to kiss you
when he had you pinned on the floor. You could swear you saw the anger leaving
his expression, like he was looking, really looking at you for the first
time… You shook your head under the
shower to expel these thoughts of your mind. He was not interested in you, he
had made that much very clear on the first time you’ve met each other. Besides,
when Steve and Sharon came close, he quickly dismissed you, not even looking at
you anymore. Nothing had changed.
“He was quite content; and the sound of the kettle on his hearth was ever after more musical than it had been even in the quiet days before the Unexpected Party; because he had bought a really fancy kettle with all of his money. He loved being so incredibly rich.”
“I’m going to murder
these dwarves,” you say, ducking to avoid getting hit from a bowl.
These dwarves just popped up out of nowhere
and you were NOT happy about it. While Biblo was more subdued, you were not.
You always spoke your mind and if it meant yelling, so be it. You and Bilbo
were basically opposites. Your house is going to be in ruins if they keep this
They noise pauses as there is a knock on the
“He is here,” you hear the wizard
mutter. Seeing that you’re closest to the door, you go to open it.
The sight that greats you is that of a very
regal looking dwarf. He must be very important. He nods at you as you let him
in. You did not want to say anything in fear you might offend these dwarrow and
stab one of them.
By now the others have gathered around.
“Gandalf. I thought you said this place
would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice,” he says, nodding at who I
remembered to be Dwalin, Dori and Ori. You watch carefully as Ori and Dori come
close to bowing. He must be VERY important. “I wouldn’t have found it at all had
it not been for the mark on the door,” the dwarf states as you close the
“There is no mark on that door! It was painted
a weak ago!” Bilbo exclaims as the dwarf hands his coat over to Kili, finally
joining the unexpected party.
“There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo
Baggins. I would like to introduce you to the leader of our company, Thorin
Oakenshield,” Gandalf introduces and you make sure to remember his name.
Thorin smirks, looking at your brother and for
some reason it infuriates you more than it should have.
“So this is the hobbit. Tell me, master
baggins. Have you done much fighting?” Thorin asks circling Bilbo and you
clench your fists.
You may be 10 years younger than Bilbo, but you
were still very over-protective.
“Pardon me?” Bilbo asks, sounding confused
which makes sense. He wasn’t much of a fighter. You were. He didn’t know that
of course, but that’s a story for another time.
“Ax or sword? What is your weapon of choice?”
Thorin asks again, still eying him over.
“I do have some skills in conkers if you must
know, but I fail to see how that is relevant,” Bilbo replies, straightening
himself out to look not frightened.
Thorin smirks again.
“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer
than a burglar,” he states making everyone laugh.
That is it. You swiftly grab Thorin’s sword
from his belt, twirling it a bit before pointing it at the dwarf’s neck.
Everyone looks at you in shock. They did not
understand how you could take Thorin’s weapon from him so easily.
“You do not, Mr. Oakenshield, get to come into
our home and insult my brother. He was gracious enough to feed the mouths of
those that we do not know. I think he deserves some respect,” you growl out.
Thorin is glaring a hole through your head.
The doorbell rings again and you finally lose
“If this another one of you fucking dwarves, I’m
going to fucking castrate every single one of you!” You shout, moving to open
the door again.
Instead of a dwarf, it’s your worst nightmare.
You’re frown deepens more as you are met with the pig face of Lobelia Sackville
“What do you want Lobelia?” you ask coldly. “I
just wanted to tell you that you and your brother are making too much noise. It
is not proper of a Baggins-“
“Listen here you utter twat! You are not a
Baggins. You are a Bracegriddle. And for your information, we are also Tooks.
Now, I am tired of seeing your ugly mug. So would you please do me the favor of
kindly fucking off,” you shout, slamming the door in her face.
You turn towards the company and hand Thorin
back his sword.
“I’m going to turn in before I just murder all
of you,” you say, pushing pass the company and walkin to your room, but not
before hearing Kili and Fili say, “we need her on this quest.”
“Bringing along one hobbit is reckless enough, but two? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Plus one of them is a woman. She has no place amongst us,” Thorin says, making you scoff.
After the unwelcome dwarves had welcomed the leader of the unwelcomed Company, you decided you had had enough. Before you could insult every single person in your home, you made your way to your room, but you left your door open so you could listen in on these silly conversations.
“We should bring her in here to talk about it. She can handle a weapon. She stole yours to prove it and she’s very feisty. She’d be a great asset to our company, Uncle,” Fili states.
You don’t know how, but you know that it is his voice that is speaking.
“Very well. Master Burglar, would you please get your sister. It seems that I will not get rest if I do not at least speak to her,” Thorin says and after hearing Biblo agree, you hear footsteps coming to your room.
You feign sleep, but you know it’s not going to work. Not with your big brother.
“I know you’re awake y/n. You cannot fool me no matter how hard you try,” he says and you sigh, sitting up.
“I’m not going to speak with those silly dwarves,” you say stubbornly. “They won’t rest until they get an answer. Just hear them out and then turn them down,” he says. You sigh and stand, following him back to the dining room.
The company turns towards you, but your attention is turned toward Thorin.
“How can I help you, your majesty?” you ask sarcastically, bowing slightly. He sighs and rubs his temples. He’s only met you for five minutes, but you were already becoming a pain in his royal ass.
“My nephews want you to join us on our quest,” he states.
“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to you in the now crowded area.
“Let us have a little more light,” Gandalf says and Biblo moves away to grab another candle. You move to stand on the other side of Gandalf and next to Dwalin.
Gandalf brings out a map and explains the purpose of the unexpected party.
“I do not understand why Bilbo or myself will be needed,” you say, breaking the silence that has ensued after Gandalf’s explanation.
“Bilbo, and yourself if you decide to come, will acquire a gem inside of the mountain. A gem that proves that Thorin is the rightful king under the mountain,” Gandalf explains,”while Smaug is used to the smell of dwarf, he is unaccustomed to that of a hobbit.”
“Bilbo and I will not be going on this absolute suicide mission,” you reply shortly.
“I’m afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. They are hardly burglar material,” Balin says and that makes you almost want to join the quest. Almost.
“Aye. The wilderness is not a place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves. Especially a woman,” Dwalin says and you resist the urge to slap his bald head. That comment makes you scoff and Gandalf upset. Before he can say something, you open your mouth.
“And how do I know you’re not women? If I remember correctly, you can’t really tell the difference between a male and female. For all I know, King Thorin could actually be Queen Thorin,” you say and you hear a choking noise from Gloin who had just taken a sip of ale. Thorn is glaring at you again.
“We are all male , thank you very much. Gandalf, I will not be taking these two hobbits with me,” Thorin growls out and Gandalf’s eyebrows furrow.
“You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than any of you know, including himself,” at this, he looks at Bilbo,“If Miss Baggins decides to join as well then it will be a company of 15.”
Thorn looks at Gandalf and nods.
“Very well. Hand them a contract,” he says and Balin stands and holds up two pieces of paper.
” It’s just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth,” he explains, handing one to me and the other to Thorin who shoves it into Bilbo’s chest.
“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo asks, whimpering. He has always been the soft-hearted one. You read over yours quickly and Bilbo voices what you read.
“Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration… incineration?” he asks, looking back at the company and you smile a little. He’s going to faint.
“One coin says that he’ll faint,” you whisper to Dwalin. He looks at you and then your brother. “He doesn’t seem that weak. You got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake it earning a small smile from Thorin.
“Aye, he’ll your flesh off in the blink of an eye,” Bofur states. Bilbo chokes and goes back into the hall.
“You alright there, laddie?” Balin asks.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need. I need air,” Biblo says again and you give him another 40 seconds.
“Think furnace with wings. Flash of light, searing pain and puff. You’re nothing, but a pile of ash,” Bofur explains, yet again and you laugh quietly.
Bilbo straightens and looks at you and looks back ahead. “Nope,” he mutters before promptly fainting into your arms.
“Aye. How did you get there so quickly lassie?” Bofur asks as you gently lay him on the ground.
“I’m his sister. I know everything about him and you, Master Dwalin, owe me a coin,” you say smugly as Gandalf scolds Bofur.
It was decided then that you were going to be a part of this company whether Bilbo joined you or not.
you anon! Just assume everything is the same, but without them kissing each
other for even once during their routes. This will be including semi-AU scenarios, so I hope
you don’t mind about it :) Its literally the longest I’ve ever written omg ~Admin
-It was a few weeks after the official announcement
of their relationship, when Zen and MC are watching a romantic movie in his
-While they’re watching midway through the
movie, the romantic scenes were getting cheesier, which somewhat left them in
an awkward mood
- Being the sensitive type, he couldn’t
help but stole a few glances towards his side. There she was, holding her
cheeks on her palms, slightly blushing. It seems that she was really concentrated
on the movie, since her soft gaze never left the television screen.
-A few minutes had passed and none of them
dared to say a word. He was feeling even more conscious now, he thought, as he
tried to find somewhere else to distract himself from the movie; he never
thought that watching a movie that contains particular…kiss scenes with a female
he confessed his love on could be such intense.
a grip, Zen. You know you’re better than this.” He mentally slapped his
cheeks, putting his thoughts towards their recent relationship. They did
occasionally share some physical intimacy, but it seems like its missing
something…oh. His gaze landed back on
the screen; the kiss is still ongoing.
never even kissed MC…I’m so stupid.” Deciding that he should repay back her
feelings on how she supported him throughout the time she’s joined RFA, he
simply turned off the TV with the remote, which immediately gained back MC’s
attention towards him.
-“W-What?” she blinked in confusion, as her
thoughts soon returned to the atmosphere around the house. Before she could
further ask what’s going on, he held onto her chin with his fingers, slowly
pulling her towards him.
-The first kiss they shared on the lips was
mild and sweet; her lips were pretty soft too, he thought. Although she knew that
he did not dare to delve in further, she could still feel his hidden feelings
that were waiting so desperately to be shown to her, and it was crazy. It truly
shows how both of them love each other, considering time was not a factor at
still a few months left before their official wedding, when they arrived at a
particular high-class restaurant for dinner.
the quiet atmosphere here, Jumin, thanks for inviting me.” She said, as he
pulled the seat for her to sit in. “As long as its for you, I wouldn’t mind at
all.” He he softly replied with a smile, as he eventually sat in front of her.
he ordered food from the menu, both of them began to share a conversation
relating to the wedding and perhaps even their honeymoon in the future. Even
when he’s a bit tired from all the working in his company, talking to his fiancée
really restores his energy right away.
I’ll be right back.” She stood up from the chair, slowly heading towards the
bathroom. He did not reply, but instead kept his gaze on her back; the way her
dress sways whenever she took a step, her hair bouncing up and down and the
smile that seems to be lingering on the back of her head, all of them intrigues
him. He just loves every part of her well-being, whether its her appearance or
took a glance towards his surroundings, he realized that another couple was
sitting at the farthest table, well…kissing. He did not particularly mind them
showing affection in a public place, but it certainly reminded him that not
even once did they ever kissed on the lips before, even after he proposed
during the RFA party.
MC came back from the bathroom, they continued to eat while sharing a pleasant
talk, as if nothing had happened before.
as they were sitting on his car with his driver on the front seat, he stares at
her with a strange expression, leaving MC in a blank state. “Jumin?”
not reply again, but instead placing his right hand on her cheek tenderly, initiating
a kiss right before she could react from it. The kiss was somewhat rough, but
she does not mind; not only she could feel the warmth crept up from his body,
but also the long suppressed love he have been wanting to show her all this
time. It was particularly enjoyable and memorable to both of them.
another random day of them scrolling through the chatroom together in his home,
when he came through a particular topic discussed by Zen and Seven.
give you a virtual kiss if you want some company Zen <3 <3
*inserts heart emoji here*
awkward emoji here*
would rather get kissed by a fan than you Seven.
what’s wrong?” Oops. He hasn’t even realized that he zoned out a bit, while
looking at the screen in front of him. “U-Um, its fine, MC! Nothing’s wrong!”
He waved his hand to reassure her.
returned his gaze towards the conversation that both Seven and Zen shared, he realized
that their relationship hasn’t even advanced further, ever since he confessed
his love towards her. He appreciates how she stayed by his side even when he
tried to compare her with Rika, which he knows he shouldn’t do that in the
first place, but he really wished that he could know more about her in-depth.
-”Why did I even decide to scroll through the
chatrooms anyway…” He sighed mentally, knowing that they haven’t shared a
kiss, for even once. Maybe he could do something about it?
his self-consciousness told him that it’ll probably be too early to do so, so
he wasted a few hours playing multiplayer games with her, talking, cooking, the
-“Maybe I shouldn’t be too subtle about it and
instead ask her directly? Yup, this is definitely the best idea, even though I didn’t
have my first kiss yet! Go Yoosung!” He kept making pep talks to himself
during the meantime and its almost driving him into a non-stop blushing
madness; its still a surprise that she haven’t noticed this yet.
as its almost time for her to leave, he simply grabbed onto her wrists,
implying her to stay for a bit longer. “C-Can I kiss you before you leave?”
saw that she froze on the spot, he took the chance and grabbed onto her
shoulders, giving her a simple kiss. He did not dare to move, but it feels kind
of tingly and nice, he thought. He could even smell the faint scent from her
minted lip balm, which reminds him to buy more of those when he got time.
just like any normal day in the café, but with MC helping her with the washing
really appreciate your help, MC, but it’ll be very tiring if you stayed with me
for the whole day.” She said, with sadness added in her tone. She wouldn’t want
her to be stressed out with the large amount of work, considering how she truly
understands the meaning of being stressed when she’s still Jumin’s assistant.
totally fine, Jaehee! Looking at the customer’s smiles always give me a boost
of energy, plus its not that I have a lot to do anyway.” MC replied joyfully,
as she continues washing the plates piled onto the sink.
-“Wow, she’s just so innocent…but that’s what
I like about MC though.” She thought with a slight smile, complimenting the
RFA coordinator in her mind. Ever since MC joined the RFA and befriended her,
her sole existence already gave her a lot of confidence on being direct towards
her own feelings. If its not MC who joined the RFA by accident, she might’ve
been stuck being Jumin’s assistant, or worse, going to the hospital frequently
because of over-stressing herself and a lack of sleep for almost every weekday.
her thoughts could drift along any further, all the lights in her café suddenly
went into an outage; the sun already setting didn’t help much too. Several
customers began opening the flashlight from their phones, but the café is still
very much pitch black, considering how its not really crowded.
even worse when there’s already inches of snow being piled up against the door.
Yup you’ve guessed it; it happened during December.
She turned her head towards the source of sound, “I-I’m quite scared of the
as she saw MC’s crouching figure, she immediately put her arms around her,
stroking her back softly. When the lights seemed that it wouldn’t turn back on
for a while, she knew the only way to give MC full comfort. It is not the best choice, but if its MC, she’s
willing to do anything to keep her safe.
their lips were connected for a while, it successfully calmed down MC in a
surprising state. It wasn’t really the first kiss they had imagined to be, but
it was more of a reassuring kind instead. For both of them, its simply worth
more than a thousand words.
a quiet night in his apartment, when MC’s the only one falling asleep
-“Why do I have to work overnight again…”
He let out a soft sigh, showing his frustration on a certain someone. Getting
tired from staring at the computer screen while drinking Dr. Pepper, he
stretched himself to get more comfort from sitting on a computer chair.
he was busy with closing all the useless tabs, his gaze landed on a folder with
MC’s name on it. He clicked on it out of curiosity and sure enough, its mostly
about the background information he researched when she first joined RFA by
thoughts simply drifted off the 11 days before the start of an unexpected RFA
party; all these years having to act for an optimistic personality online, with
MC suddenly popping up and knowing how
to respond most of his weird phrases, was clearly something that he did not
expect at all.
mention meeting his twin brother in such an unfortunate incident, which led him
into despair and for once, breaking out from the façade and showing his true,
pessimistic personality. He always thought that he should repay the debt from
treating her with coldness during the time he’s in Rika’s apartment, but he
just doesn’t know how.
simply hates how he’s always so emotional during the night. As he landed his
gaze on her sleeping figure, he felt a sense of calmness radiating from her. If
she did not appear, all of these incidents wouldn’t even happen, especially
being her boyfriend-
-“Wait…we’re in a relationship for almost a
month and we still haven’t kissed? How?!” He continuously scratched his
head in irritation, “Should I do that? Right
-“But it might wake her up-“ “Alright, here
goes.” He slowly tiptoed towards his bed, as he crouched down below her
sleeping figure. Seeing MC’s beautiful face already made him into a blushing
madness. He isn’t like this-
gently pulled her forward with his right hand, as he then tilted his head and
gave her a sweet kiss. He tries to move forward, but he knows it’ll instantly
wake her up. He lingered the kiss to further savor the moment, he realizes she
sort of tastes like toothpaste and it was the best kiss he ever initiated.
handwritten notes from friends, sunny skies with white fluffy clouds, surprises (receiving them and surprising others), stopping the car to let ducklings cross the road, warm hugs, finding lucky pennies, rainbow polka dot umbrellas, cuddling puppies
open top cars, sunlight streaming through the trees, rooftop gardens, feeling the wind in their hair, getting caught in the rain, balloon animals, their favorite song on the radio, hiking in the woods, unexpected chocolate, confetti at parties
rainy afternoons, candlelit rooms, fog, new felt tip pens, opening a new hardcover book, the first cup of coffee, clear night skies, dew on daffodils in the spring, bubble baths, movie soundtracks, driving on bridges, hanging out with cats
genuine compliments, perfect winged eyeliner on the first try, velvet furniture, rooms with balconies, a dusting of snow on pine trees, silver jewelry, blizzards, black coffee in the morning, walking down long hallways in high heels, hardwood floors
What about. Bughead prompt how Betty is taking a photography class and uses Jughead as a model. Gets him dressed like young Leo from the Titanic and the whole school goes nuts and fangirls
Thank you so much, I loved this idea!
“Betty, c’mon, I don’t really think this is a good idea,” Jughead whined from where he stood in front of the pile of clothes his girlfriend had left on a wooden stool in the middle of the Blue and Gold office. He poked the offending material gently with his index finger, looking up to meet her eyes, eyebrows knit apprehensively.
“Jug, you said you’d help me with this photography course - whatever I needed, remember?” she returned, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she’d get her way, and he did too. It wouldn’t stop him from putting up a fight though.
“Yeah, I know, but this?” He picked up the light brown slacks. “It’s not really me.” They fell back to the stool. She sighed, walking over to him to straighten them out before they creased.
“You’re not supposed to be you, Jughead, you’re just my subject.” When his face remained stoic she switched tactics. “Besides, I think you’re going to look great in these, you can ever wear your own suspenders.” She crept closer to him, grabbing the elastic that hung at his hips and pulling at it slightly, letting it snap back against his thigh. Jughead took in an unsteady breath. “If you do this for me, I’ll be in your debt,” she finished, looking up at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He groaned internally - she wasn’t playing fair.
“Fine, but you own me, Cooper. Big time,” he snarked, leaning down to capture her lips before reluctantly grabbing the pile of clothes and going to change.
Betty busied herself arranging the stool in front of the blue screen she’d borrowed from the yearbook department, fussing over the exact position and moving the box lights to get exactly the right shadow. She heard the door click and turned to greet Jughead, breath leaving her in a gasp.
“I look ridiculous.” Betty couldn’t think of anything less true, even if her brain was functioning at full capacity right now. Jughead stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched slightly in discomfort. The brown slacks hung off his hips perfectly, white dress shirt tucked in with the top buttons undone and showing off a hint of smooth chest beneath. His suspenders were now perched on his shoulders and, best of all, his hair hung teasingly over his eyes, beanie long gone. “Betts?” he questioned when she still hadn’t said anything.
“Err… I… y-you look good, Juggie,” she stuttered, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t as hot as it felt to her. Seriously, did they turn off the AC in here? Jughead relaxed slightly at her new dumbfound expression, feeling a rare manly pride that he would never get used to as it happened only in the presence of Betty.
“Thanks. Where do you want me?” A million inappropriate answers flew through Betty’s head before she cleared her throat, pointing to the stool. He sat, awkwardly at first before Betty ran her fingers deliciously through his hair, eliciting an appreciative hum.
“Just do what feels natural,” she said, taking a step back to admire his pose, one leg up on the bar of the stool, chin resting in his hand.
“Nothing about this is natural,” he retorted, tell-tale smile in his eyes nonetheless. Betty rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.
“Oh, hush.” She raised the lens to her eye before lowering it again. “One second.” She moved toward him, reaching forward to undo another button on his shirt. “Much better,” she giggled. Jughead smirked, a laugh escaping him. He loved seeing Betty like this, playful and carefree. If he had to pose in some ridiculous outfit for a few hours, who was he to complain when he got to see that glow radiating from her cheeks.
“I know you aren’t gonna like it but those pictures of you are some of my favourites and I’m actually really proud of them and-” Jughead silenced her fretting with a kiss.
“It’s ok, Betts. So what if I have to be displayed before our neanderthal peers for a day or two. I don’t mind if it’s what you want,” he murmured, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at her responding soft smile. Betty had been asked to create a display as part of the photography course, to be put up in the hallway of none other than their beloved Riverdale High. Jughead pulled his beanie further down on his head and averted his gaze to the ground, preparing to make his way through the mocking whispers and get to class as quickly as possible.
As he expected there were eyes turning to him from all angles as he made his way to class, whispers reaching his ears in a dull buzzing hum.
“Hi, Jughead.” He turned to the unexpected party.
“Err, hi, Ethel,” he said warily, eyes darting towards Betty for explanation. She just shrugged.
“I just wanted to tell you those pictures of you are so great. You look… really cool,” she finished, cheeks turning pink. Betty tried to turn her giggle into a cough unsuccessfully, Jughead shoving an elbow delicately into her ribs.
“Um, thanks, I guess?” he replied lamely.
“No problem!” Ethel replied chirpily, turning to walk down the hall. Betty’s laugh came out full force now they were alone.
“Looks like someone has taken on the role as Riverdale High’s new teen heart-throb,” she laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. Jughead groaned.
“This is all your fault, Cooper,” he mumbled. She kissed his cheek, causing him to roll his eyes. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long.
“Hey there, Jughead!” The voice came from behind them. They turned to see none other than Ginger Lopez hurtling towards them. “Great pictures! Who knew beneath all that doom and gloom you cleaned up into a hottie. Very young Leo,” she winked. Jughead felt Betty stiffen besides him - she’d never cared for Ginger much. His eyes went wide as he watched Ginger raise her arm, hand coming to rest on his jacket sleeve, a giggle escaping her lips. “Hey, what do you say we-” Her sentence was cut off abruptly.
“Juggie, we’re going to be late to class. Nice seeing you, Ginger.” Betty’s voice dripped with sugary sweet pleasantness. Jughead bit his lip as Betty leaned into his side, wrapping a hand round his arm. He followed her, casting one last glance at a bewildered Ginger before turning to his girlfriend. He could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
“So, about this new teen heart-throb status…” he began, unable to resist teasing her more. She narrowed her eyes at him, the uptilted corners of her lips giving her away.