I Heart You
Betty stole Jughead’s groceries which somehow leads to them failing at baking together. (Based on recent Sprousehart activity).
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A/N: I nearly wrote Cole/Lili instead of Jughead/Betty so many times good lord. Guys this PR is getting too much. Anyway, thanks for reading! xD
“Wow, Jughead, did you really buy lettuce?” Archie asked, pulling out the whole lettuce that Jughead had brought back from the grocery store. Apparently going shopping with Betty meant bringing back stuff that actually needed cooking and wasn’t just microwave pizza. Jughead groaned, looking at the lettuce disdainfully.
“Betty said I needed to eat healthy. Something about never seeing me eat anything but burgers and onion rings,” he replied and Archie laughed.
“Well I’m glad you’re dating her, man. I mean, look at all this stuff!” Archie exclaimed, overturning the rest of the contents onto their dining table. Out fell beans, potatoes, tomatoes, peas, onions, chicken, and slim milk. “You’d think we’d need to feed an army or something. Also, slim milk? I didn’t realise you were watching your weight, Jug,” Archie said, chuckling. Jughead rolled his eyes and picked up the milk.
“This is for her – not us. I’ll run down and give it to her,” he said, exiting their flat. Once outside, he thought about the contents on the table and smiled for a moment before shaking his head and going down to where Betty lived with Veronica. The latter was out of town for the weekend. Something about her dad. At this point, Jughead had taught himself to tune out whenever Veronica mentioned her father.
Out of habit, he opened the door without knocking and heard something crash in the kitchen.
“Betty?” He called out, uncertainty and worry colouring his tone. There was complete silence for a few moments before she responded.
“You okay?” He began walking towards the kitchen. Hardly had he taken two steps in its direction when a flour-covered Betty Cooper came running out, apron undone and flapping around her as she bounded toward him.
“Don’t go there!” She screamed and collided with him. The milk fell, split open, and spilled all over the floor. Betty looked at it and her face crumpled with embarrassment and anxiety. “Veronica’s going to kill me. We just had the floors redone.”
“Didn’t you move in last week?”
“Yeah turns out her dad is super generous,” she said, rolling her eyes and going back into the kitchen. Ignoring her instruction, Jughead followed.
To say that the kitchen was a mess would have been an understatement.
It was as if Betty had single-handedly recreated the party she had thrown at Archie’s house all those years ago. Except the spilled alcohol was replaced with spilled flour and broken eggshells. Betty grabbed the washcloth and turned around to find Jughead staring at her in disbelief. Her cheeks heated up with an even deeper embarrassment as she waited for his reaction. To her surprise and relief, Jughead began laughing.
“What the fuck happened here?” He managed to choke out in between guffaws.
“I was trying to bake a cake. Apparently, I’m not very good at literally anything in the culinary area. I was going to bake a cake and bring it up for you because of how hard you tried to get me to eat healthy. Sort of like a “suck it!” moment. But then,” she hesitated and motioned to the mess in the kitchen, “this happened.”
“You wanted to bake a cake?” He asked, incredulity evident in his voice. Betty nodded mutely, waiting for the sarcastic quip that usually followed such questions. Instead, surprising her again, he walked over to the hooks where the aprons hung and, taking Veronica’s apron, put it.
“Well, then. Shall we begin baking the cake, Betty Cooper?”
Turned out baking with Jughead was a lot more fun. Unfortunately, a lot more fun also meant that it took a lot longer than it would have otherwise. It meant batter on each other’s noses. Trying to sneak batter behind each other’s backs. Throwing eggs at each other (and wasting four perfectly good eggs in the process) and eating whipped cream straight out of the can.
Finally the cake was in the oven and so the couple disappeared into the bedroom to have a different kind of fun while the cake baked.
The timer rang and Betty and Jughead came back into the kitchen, taking out the cake. Eagerly, Betty poked a toothpick into it… only to discover it was still raw in the centre.
“What the hell?” She said, staring at the runny centre in disbelief. Jughead’s face fell. Clearly they had both seriously believed that this was going to be a success.
“What do we go now?” Jughead asked, taking his turn at examining the batter-covered toothpick.
“I don’t know… Google it?” She said, looking at him unsurely. He nodded and she grabbed her phone, typing in:
middle of cake not cooking.
“Apparently we just need to stick it in the oven for longer,” she said, skimming the first result she got. Jughead nodded and put the cake back in the oven. Once again, they disappeared into Betty’s bedroom. After all, it was rare that Veronica left them alone.
When they returned to the kitchen and Jughead said, “Okay, now we need to talk about you switching the grocery bags. You can’t do this every time we buy groceries, Betty – I’m starting to lose my reputation as the most unhealthy one in the group.”
“Okay but Juggie you had marshmallows in your bag!”
“Do you truly believe that I wouldn’t want to give my marshmallows to you? To the woman I love? Betty, I would give you the entire packet. I just need to be the one who owns it.”
“Sounds like a pile of fragile masculinity BS to me,” she replied shrugging and Jughead rolled his eyes, yet unable to hold back a smile. It had only taken a week for Betty to be this relaxed. A week away from her family and already her ponytail was becoming looser. He was about to respond to this when they smelled burning.
“What’s – oh fuck!” Betty whipped open the oven and smoke billowed out. Coughing, she waved her hand in front of her face and reached in to take out the cake. The top was black – completely burnt. It had gone down the sides to some extent too, taking away nearly a fourth of the cake.
“Betty, I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head at this tragic sight. Betty didn’t say anything. She simply stared at the cake for a while. Then, just as Jughead was going to propose saying some words before throwing it in the trash, Betty announced, “I can salvage it.”
“If you say so,” he replied, smiling at her enthusiasm at knowing how to save the cake. She disappeared to the other side of the kitchen for a few moments, only returning to take the icing. Jughead tried to sneak up on her a few times to see what she was doing but everytime, without so much as a glance in his direction, Betty would say his name in a warning I-know-what-you’re-doing tone and he would guiltily skulk away to his side of the kitchen.
Twelve minutes later, Betty announced, “Okay – it’s done!”
“Brilliant. What is?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, smiling at him and bringing the cake back. If you could still consider it a cake. It was more like a cookie made out of cake batter at this point. The surface was completely flat and Jughead was sure that there were fingers fatter than the thickness of the cake. But somehow, this was all okay because of the orange icing on the cake which read:
I ♡ YOU
“You… heart me?” Jughead asked, a smile playing along his lips.
“Mhm. Yeah – that’s exactly what it says. I swear, Jughead, sometimes I wonder why I even do things for you.”
“I think I know why,” he said, his smile widening.
“Because, Betty Cooper, you heart me,” he said and started laughing. Betty rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back a smile.
“I guess you’re right. But, let’s be clear, you heart me, too.”
“How could I not?” He said and kissed her. Betty took this opportunity to take some frosting off the cake and, when they pulled apart, she put a large dollop on the tip of his nose, giggling. Jughead retaliated with his own finger of frosting.
Both were careful not to touch the heart and so, by the end of it, all the cake had was a ♡ on it.