Hello! I love your fics so much I was rewatching some episodes and noticed Betty took off her cardigan while her and Jughead were in the B&G and I always kinda thought her cardigans were like a safety blanket. Could you maybe do a fic where Betty doesn't bother wearing them around Jughead because he makes her feel safe/doesn't need the shield?
Thankyou! I’ll give it a go!
She was lounging on the hideous plaid coach, her feet dangling over the end,the tiny flats she walked in with, abandoned in the corner. Humming along to the sound playing quietly out of her laptop speakers, oblivious to the fact that the dark haired boy hadn’t taken his eyes off of her for the past fifteen minutes.
It was a beautiful sight to see,
Betty Cooper, comfortable. At ease.
He couldn’t remember a time where she didn’t have her guard up, shoulders tense and posture stiff, he understood completely. You had to watch your back in this town, no one could be trusted. But here with him, the worries of the dangerous small town didn’t seem to bother her too much.
He admired the way her small golden shoulders looked without the light pink or blue cardigan covering them, the way her honey blonde hair fell carelessly out of her ponytail. She was almost never without her cardigan, it was a security blanket, alongside her tight, bullet proof ponytail. She hardly let anyone see her without these things and he couldn’t help the swell in his chest at the fact he got to see her like this. She was comfortable around him. She trusted him.
Twisting on the couch, Betty caught his slightly dazed smile and smiled back “what are you smiling at juggie?” He kept the smile on his face and shrugged “nothing really, I’m just really into this article I’m working on. I mean come on “the case of the missing science beaker?” It’s every aspiring journalists dream.“ He smirked teasing her.
She rolled her eyes, her smile getting even bigger, if possible "it’s a start Mr.Jones, think of it this way, when you’re the biggest novelist to hit Wall Street, you’ll be thanking me for these silly articles.” He couldn’t help but admire her smile, he thought, if they could only bottle up that smile, they would have the answer to ending wars.
“Yeah, yeah yeah. You got it boss.” Suddenly Kevin came crashing into the blue and gold office, sending Betty and jughead both into standing position
“Guys! Veronica is losing her mind on chuck Clayton, apparently he’s back to spreading rumors. You’ve gotta see this.” Kevin was gone faster than he came.
Jughead rolled his eyes, quickly packing up his work, he glanced over to Betty to see her fixing her loose ponytail and slipping into her shoes, grabbing her light pink cardigan, he walked over to join her. Tapping her on the shoulder, she turned throwing him a gentle smile. He held open the arms of the cotton sweater and helped her put it over her shoulders.
“Thankyou juggie .” She whispered softly. “Anytime bets.” He showed her an almost identical smile “now come on, we’ve got a raven haired princess, with a temper the size of riverdale to save.” She giggled threading her hands through his, as they ran down the hallway, maybe they didn’t need pink cardigans and crown shaped beanies to keep them safe. Maybe all they needed was each other.