I Need My Girl Ch. 5 | Roomates AU

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hello all! This new chapter was already half finished by the time I finished chapter four so here it is! This chapter is more bughead-centric than the others and the whole thing (that is making you all cringe) is addressed ;) I am sorry to the person who recently sent me a request but I am starting it tomorrow I swear! All of the love you guys have been sending me in the comments has literally been breaking my heart! I have tagged the following who have asked to be tagged or are just being a damn sweet ass person!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Words: 2292

Warnings: There is talk of alcoholism and suicide. If this triggering for you you might not want to continue

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest.

Elliott Smith

A few weeks had passed since the incident and Jughead found himself feeling a new emotion towards Betty.

Every smile, touch, every time she would play with her ponytail, every look she gave him would make Jughead’s skin crawl. Every minute they spent together ignoring the situation, every time she would act as if that night in his room never happened, as if the moment they shared at Cheryl’s never happened, anger would settle in his chest.

The things that he used to love about her, the little things that would leave flutters in his stomach had now turned sour. They were tainted with the taste of what he couldn’t have. Now knowing what her touch was like in ways he’d never didn’t before had ignited a fire in him. One that Betty was trying her best but was failing to distinguish.

Each moment felt like a chore and he was loosing his patience. She didn’t tease him anymore and she filled their time doing small favors, silently trying to ease the guilt that still lined her face. She kept apologizing for little mistakes that she would make around the house. It was like she was apologizing for everything except the actual problem at hand.

The change in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed by Archie. Every time he was over it was like he was just there to be a buffer. Jughead would snap at just the littlest things and his body would tense up every time Betty would brush up against him. Every time Betty would laugh Jughead’s eyes would send daggers his way. One time Betty tried to do the dishes and he practically exploded. Something was very wrong.

Betty began to spend her nights out longer and she started sleeping over at Veronica’s, at Cheryl’s, at Kevin’s, at Sabrina’s, even sometimes she would show up at Archie’s.

The apartment became more of a common meeting place rather than a home to the both of them. Jughead picked up more shifts at Pop’s, ones particularly during the times he knew Betty would be home.

Betty’s thoughts began to become obsessive when it came to Jughead. Every time she would sleep with someone his face would appear. She was on thin ice with Veronica already, but one day enough was enough.

Betty tensed as she felt the nerves in between her legs begin to pulse. Veronica continued as she followed Betty’s moans before it happened.

Just as Betty’s head sunk further into the pillows and her eyes rolled to the back of her head she uttered his name.


Veronica stopped in her tracks as she watched the girl let go. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto the violet sheets. A tear fell from Veronica’s eyes as she watched the girl before her in a possessed state. Her face changed as her eyelids moved from side to side and her legs quivered.

Betty silenced herself as she had realized what she had just moaned. Her body stilled and her throat closed up as she saw a tear stream down Veronica’s face.

“You know if that’s what you’re here for, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore. I’m not someone you can just use to fuck away your feelings with.”

Veronica stood up from her spot and threw Betty’s dress in her face.

“Veronica I-“

“Even though this isn’t even anything, I don’t accept being someone’s second choice.”

“Veronica that’s not what, that’s not-“

“Get over yourself Betty and cut the bullshit…God, for once can’t you stop lying to yourself and everyone around you?”

Betty’s eyes froze as her mind went blank and her body went cold.

“That’s what I thought.” Veronica stated as she walked out her door into the bathroom down the hall.

Betty laid there as she stared at the empty door frame, listening to the water run from Veronica’s shower.

The sound of people passing through the streets and cars through New York’s roads filled Betty’s ears as she slipped into her dress. She trotted out of the apartment into the night, finding the closest bar in sight.

Four hours and 5 tequila shots later:

“He-ey, hey, hey…Baby, c’mon let’s go home.” Jughead whispered as she cried into his shoulder. He could feel her breath get caught in her throat as she tried to hold back a sob. Her body was shaking and he could smell tequila all over her. He pulled her up to carry her out of the house. He opened the passenger door of his truck with his left hand, pulling the car door ajar with his foot. He placed her carefully in the leather front as he buckled her seat belt.

“Just stay her okay? I’ll be right back. I promise.” He whispered against her cheek as he felt her nod her head under him. He closed the door as he walked back into Archie’s house finding him in the kitchen.

“What happened?”

Betty had showed up to Archie’s about an hour ago stinking of alcohol. Stumbling all over the place forcing Archie catch her before she tripped over the carpet.

“Do-on’t call Jug-gie.” Betty murmured as she lunged for the liquor cabinet.

“Betty what are you-“ Archie began before Betty cut him off. Laughing dryly as her hands trailed over the bottles before finding the vodka.

“You know, my mom called me today! I was expecting a long apology, a cry for forgiveness, maybe even a little groveling. But what does she say? She starts lecturing me about my ‘lifestyle’.” Betty exclaimed rolling her eyes unscrewing the cap on the bottle.

“She just doesn’t wanna call me a slut. But look at me! I am the slut. I’m the biggest fucking slut there is!”

Betty laughed into the bottle as she smiled when the rush of the drink went to her head.  Archie frowned at the sight.

“Mommy dearest didn’t think about that when she tried to send me to camp to ‘pray the gay away’. She was a lot happier when she thought she just had to worry about me getting pregnant.” Betty choked out as she held a grin. Her eyes were red and wild. She staggered holding onto the table as she gripped onto the bottle of vodka. Before she could take another shot Archie grabbed the bottle from her, pulling her into the kitchen.

“You’re not any fun!” She protested as she tried to grab the bottle from his grasp. Archie put the bottle away grabbing a glass of water as he eyed her cautiously. His eyes trailed over her face trying to find the Betty he knew. He had seen her drunk like this before but Jug was always there, there to whisk her away. The fact that she wasn’t back at her own doorstep calling on his friend was worrying. Why was she avoiding Jughead? He asked himself.

He handed the glass of water to her as she slid down to the floor.

“Drink this. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He said to her as he stared her down. He knew she would follow his orders if he didn’t break eye contact. Finally she broke, exasperated grabbing the glass from him in a puff glaring at him.

Archie stood up from his crouched position and reached for the phone. He knew that she would hate him if he called Jughead. But he was the only one who knew how to handle this. This Betty. The Betty with mascara running down her face and an empty grin on her face. The Betty with panic in her eyes and limp limbs. She looked like a cautionary tale lying down on his kitchen floor staring blankly in front of him. Her green eyes held nothing in them, like she was somehow not there, not present. It was haunting watching her lie there with her mouth parted sinking into the floor. The girl that was in love with his best friend was breaking before him and there was only one person to call. Archie dialed Jughead’s number and waited until he picked up after eight rings.

“Archie it’s 3 in the morning what the fuck?” Jughead groaned into the phone.

Archie moved away from the kitchen hoping Betty couldn’t hear his words.

“Betty she…she’s here. And it’s bad, really bad. She might be going full yellow wallpaper this time.” Archie paused as he heard a shuffle over the phone and a door click.

Archie walked Jughead back outside to his truck, stopping Jughead before he climbed inside.

“Jughead, we gotta do something.”

“Do what Archie?” Jughead yelled as his eyes trailed over Betty’s passed out state.

“She’s getting worse…she keeps pulling this shit. Getting drunk, going out constantly with people she doesn’t even know. And then as you say, she doesn’t even acknowledge it in the morning. Like it never happens.”

“I’m handling it Archie.” Jughead stated as he folded his arms leaning against the truck.

“Are you? Cause you carry her home and put her to bed just like you did with FP. And it’s not working. She needs help. She needs a professional. Maybe you can’t save her this time.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Archie. You don’t know her. I know her. And I know that she will be fine. She just is going through a rough patch, that’s all.” Jughead insisted as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“If she’s just going through a rough patch, then why is she showing up at my place instead of her own? Why is she suddenly asking me not to call you?”

Jughead paused as he took in Archie’s words. But no amount of truth could calm him down, he was breaking. The girl he loved was drinking herself to death every night and he had no idea how to cope. It was déjà vu all over again, and a little part of him resented her for it. His gut wrenched and tightly coiled in his stomach as he looked at her, curled up in his truck.

“I-I don’t know. The past couple of weeks, things have changed. I-I don’t know why.” He choked out.

“Look I know that you don’t want to force her into anything, but maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to stage some sort of intervention.”

“An intervention? You think Betty Cooper is gonna react well to an intervention?”

“It may be our only option left.” Archie said exasperated as they both gazed upon the sunken blonde. Jughead cried at the thought of telling her that something was wrong with her. He was always the one to reassure her that she was beautiful and kind and smart and that not a damn thing was wrong with her. Nothing at all. Was this really his only option left? It seemed like some sort of betrayal.

“Okay, but just give me a week. Let me, I don’t know, figure things out. See if I can get her to snap out of it.”


Jughead climbed into the truck, falling into the seat. His head fell to the back of the leather and he turned his head to look at her. He lifted his hand up to her face and pulled back a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face. She stirred at his touch as she breathed out in frustration.

A moment passed before tears started to well up in Betty’s eyes again.

“She didn’t even remember that it was his birthday today.”

In that moment Jughead realized that it was Betty’s dad’s birthday and that he had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he had forgotten. It had been eight years since he killed himself. Betty had found him in the garage after he hung himself.

A laugh erupted from Betty’s chest as she shook her head as the tears ran down her face.

“It’s like she didn’t even love him…maybe she never did.”


“She’s never loved me that’s for sure. At least not the real me.”

Betty began to kick the dash as she started hitting any surface around her. Jughead panicked at the sight, grabbing onto her wrists as she squirmed under him. In her state she couldn’t fight him off for that long, her head fell into his shoulder as she sighed.

“She may not know the real you or understand you. But she loves you.” Jughead waited a beat as she lay in his arms.

“And I love you…you know the real you. And even though I haven’t acted like it lately, I do. I always do.”

Jughead ran his fingers through her golden hair as he pulled himself from her grasp to put his keys into the ignition. Betty laid her legs on top of Jughead’s lap as he drove out of Archie’s drive-way. Jughead turned to the intoxicated girl next to him. Her eyes closed with her head leaned up against the window. Her breath slowed and he could see the imprint that her heady breaths left against the frigid car window. The yellow lights above flickered over her, bathing her in light as the rest of the car was hidden in shadow. The illusion was gone as his eyes drank up her soaken state against the passenger cream colored leather.

Betty Cooper was broken, and for the first time, Jughead had realized that maybe he couldn’t fix her.

New Beginnings - Thank You

Holy moly!!! I have never had so many comments on a story before, this is really, really overwhelming, I was not expecting this story to get such wonderful comments so thank you to all of you. Usually I would reply individually but there are so many and all are around a general theme. So in response.

I am going to continue this story into about 3- 4 parts, with the next part looking at their first date and told from Jughead’s perspective.

Thank you all so much for commenting, feeling very, very loved at the moment. And a little gobsmacked.

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You guys are incredible, I’m utterly speechless. Thank you times a million for all your wonderful comments and support, not just on here but on AO3, and on everything else I post, this is literally insane I love you all so much. 

I’m really glad you were all so excited by the kiss, and I’m also really happy that the line about child actors tickled quite a few of you, it just sprung to mind and I simply couldn’t resist! :P 


omg SO blown away from all the love on Betty Cooper’s Snap story I posted earlier. I wanted to reply all at once so I figured I’d do it this way so thank you so so much to everyone who liked and reblogged as well as all the sweet and encouraging little comments. I seriously love everyone in this bughead family everyone is so so lovely. (Currently working on a new little bughead snap story as we speak!)

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So this is terribly over due but I just wanted to say a huge Thankyou to everyone who left such touching comments on my fic “To Be a Family”

Usually I would break down into individual Thankyou’s but seeing as the gist of each one was similar I wanted to group it together.

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Wow! You guys are so unbelievably kind and wonderful! I am so beyond appreciative of your beautiful words and am so so thrilled you enjoyed it. Obviously this subject was one I wanted to address respectfully and hearing your feedback- especially those of you who have experience with children who have been diagnosed with ASD- acknowledging and commending that really does mean the world to me. Thankyou for taking the time to read and absorb and enjoy. I’m glad people
Enjoyed the family unit and the support that is so engrained within Bughead’s relationship. Honestly I am astounded by your kindness and the support you have shown me, especially dealing with such a subject! I’m glad to have been able to coney a real and positive message about this and to have even captured a glimpse of realism puts me at ease. I’m so glad that you enjoyed a glimpse into
this little universe and so grateful for your lovely praise regarding my writing! Thanks for being the amazing people you are! 💜


Sorry for the badly cropped images but like???? You guys are so sweet!

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And @fxyeahriverdale I laughed at yours, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it lol <3

this means a lot you guys!

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I Need My Girl | Chapter Six

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey everyone! Chapter six is here and man shit is about to happen bruh. You guys have been so sweet with all of your comments and feedback and it makes me so happy. I love this bughead fandom and people have been more than welcoming which is really special. I tagged the following who have been breaking my heart with their awesome comments and those who’ve also asked to be tagged.

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal , @betts-jugsforbughead , @de6ressive

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Words: 1583

Warnings: Talk of drinking problems again so be warned.

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Harry Stiles

It was a method of disposing of herself. Drinking. Sure the taste of it was nice but that wasn’t why she needed it. She needed it to disappear. All the thoughts running around in her head could be stilled by a shot of tequila. She could forget about the absence of her dad. She could forget about her mother. She could forget about the raven-haired boy and his eyes, his smile, and the disappointment that would line his face, as she would leave again and again. With drinking it all became meaningless. Each moment of terror would fall to the back of her mind and she could giggle in a haze of hooch. It was a moment of bliss in a sea of horror. Blood and pain would reside in a sea of champagne. It is beautiful in a way, how easily a chemical can dispose of the pain, and yet intensifies it when the morning comes.

Betty Cooper wasn’t addicted to alcohol. She was addicted to feeling nothing.

Betty’s eyes opened and saw the lining of the inside of Jughead’s truck around her. Her eyes opened further and she realized it was morning. She shifted on the leather as she saw Jughead’s gaze on her. He leaned into her and handed her some ibuprofen and a water bottle.

Betty tossed the pills to the back of her throat and chugged the water as her eyes winced at the sunlight coming through the truck’s windows. She gained full consciousness as she stared back at Jughead. Her head turned to see where they were. They were in a parking lot outside of a building foreign to her. She could hardly remember the details of last night’s events but the look of the boy’s face made her feel uneasy.

“Jughead, where are we?”

“We are at one of New York’s finest rehabilitation centers, the Hazelden Betty Ford house.”

Betty’s chest closed up as the words flew out of Jughead’s mouth. Her eyes scrunched up as she bent down between her legs and held her hands around her neck, pulling herself into a ball.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

She felt like she was going to be sick.

Water began to collect in Jughead’s eyes as he saw her in panic. Her eyes blown in shock following, her pushing herself away from him and under her hands.

“I can’t make you go in, you have to make that decision for yourself.”

Betty didn’t respond as she unfolded and stared out in front of her as her eyes lightened and emptied themselves. She didn’t look at him. And god, it fucking hurt to see her switch gears in front of him and close up, pulling down the curtain, shutting off the connection. Her face-hardened and she sat there vacuous and fixed, it was like she wasn’t his Betty anymore. The rage that outlined her eyes made a shiver go down his spine.

A wave of anger crossed over her. The blood surrounding her bones boiled and it as though she was about to explode.

“But I…I’ve watched you stumble into my arms at four in the morning and listened to you tell me that you love me with alcohol on your breath too many times to take it anymore. I’m tired of it. And frankly I think you’re tired of it too.”

“You have no right.” Was all Betty could muster as she shook her head in disbelief.

“I have no right? The person who’s been there for you every time you’ve fell! Every time you’ve cried. Every time you couldn’t fall asleep. I have been picking you off the bathroom floor for five years, watching you drink yourself to death. Watching you fuck every single being who shows you just a smudge of adoration just so you can feel that rush!”

He began as he showed a look of annoyance at the phrase. The intention of the line stung. But it was the truth and he was tired of lying.

“I have been watching you pull this shit so many times and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve already done this. I know how this ends. You think I don’t have a Dad because of bad luck Betty? No. He’s a fucking alcoholic and I’m sure as hell not going to do this again. I have a right to want more than this.”

Jughead yelled the words as something unhinged, this was the first time Jughead had ever yelled at her like this, like he meant it.

He watched as the green around her pupils darkened and her lips parted in shock.

“I don’t… It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to take care of me, like that.”

“Yeah well I never thought that I’d be doing this all over again, especially with you.”

They sat in silence as they watched the clouds clear and the sun beat down on the truck. Betty took a deep breath before she turned to him and perched her legs up on the seat in front of him.

“I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you. I didn’t think at all. You were just there, and I excited you. And something inside of me just wanted to take advantage of that…I wanted to do that to you. I didn’t realize how much of a mistake it was until at Cheryl’s that night.”

“You think it was a mistake?” Jughead’s voice croaked as he asked the question.

Betty’s eyes softened as she saw a sadness wash over his expression.

“I think that it wasn’t right for me to do that when I wasn’t and still am not ready for anything like that. I’m not used to being with someone who I…who I love. I don’t think I’ve ever connected the two, sex has never been about that for me.”

“What has it been about then?”

“Are you asking why I sleep with people like Veronica, Reggie, anyone really, and not you?”

“Maybe yeah. It hasn’t exactly been easy seeing and hearing about it all the time.”

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much.”

“I didn’t know why it was everyone but me.”

Betty took in his words, finally connecting all the clues. A lot of it made sense now.

“That’s because after I did that with you things changed just like I knew it would. That’s why it was never you, because after that night, my mind had that image of you. Once the image was there, I couldn’t erase it. And I tried to go back to what I normally do and then I said your name when I was…when I was with Veronica. It was weak and pathetic and no matter how much I tried I was imagining you. She didn’t deserve that and you don’t deserve that either.”

He took in her words trying to understand. She was afraid about being with him because she was worried she would want it too much. He couldn’t comprehend it. The sound of her moaning his name entered his mind, repeating over and over again. He wished it were he hearing the lovely sound.

“So, am I taking you in today or are we driving off?”

“I know that I need to go in there. I will. It’s just I need to spend some time with you; we haven’t really been together the past few weeks. I know that’s my fault but I just want to be alone with you, for a little while longer. Before I essentially enter the beast.”

Jughead smiled at that. A glint appeared in Betty’s eyes, they were themselves again. And it felt like home.

Jughead put his keys into the ignition and turned out of the parking lot.

“Where to?”

“I don’t know what do normal people do in the mornings?” Betty chuckled as she asked the question.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of this thing, it’s called ‘breakfast’. Ever heard of it before?” A smirk widened on Jughead as he continued down the road.

Betty rolled her eyes as her hands ran through her hair. She could feel the dirt and grime in her curls and her nose caught the reek of alcohol all over her.

“Actually, maybe can we go home and shower first?”

Betty asked absentmindedly until the words had already left her mouth and she realized that maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it. Eyes wide and full of embarrassment Betty turned away to sit straight as she saw his eyebrow arch in the corner of her eye.

Red began to color her skin as a blush ran from her chest to her cheeks. Jughead smiled to himself as he saw the opportunity right in front of him.

“Are you getting flustered Cooper?” Jughead’s smile only widened more as she grew more mortified.

“This is so weird.”

Betty Cooper, without a doubt, was not used to Jughead knowing she wanted to have sex with him. And that he wanted her to.


I Need My Girl | Chapter 7

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey homies, I finally got this shit done! This week’s been crazy but this chapter is quite fluffy with a bit of some insinuations…Thank you everyone who’s been so nice and and encouraging! I tagged some cool kids down here:

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal , @betts-jugsforbughead , @de6ressive , @juggiedeservesbetter

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Words: 1432

Warnings: None really, just some fluff and innuendos.

I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday

Soon, My Friend | M83


Jughead turned to Betty. He had a smile creeping up on his face as the sunlight fell over his face as they headed home. A warmth spread through her shoulders, seeping into her skin and travelling all the way down to her toes. She was nervous and excited and fucking terrified. But in that moment as Jughead took a left down to Brooklyn for their apartment and she watched as his hands cut the wheel, and she realized she was happy. She was happy for the first time in awhile.

They reached their apartment and Betty waited behind him as he shook the keys into the lock before hearing the click.

“I just need to clean up and then we could get some food?”

“I actually have a shift at Pop’s but we can still go. You can watch me and my amazing serving skills.”

“As much as I would love to see that, maybe I’ll call Archie. See if he hasn’t disowned me yet.” Betty joked as she bit her lip between her teeth.

“Archie can’t stay mad at you, he’s just worried about you.”

“Archie can’t stay mad at anyone.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dork isn’t he?”


Betty walked to the bathroom but before she could close the door, Jughead was in the doorway. A smirk spread all over his face with his arm leaning into the side of the doorframe.

“You know, we should give Archie more credit. I mean he is rooting for us.”

Jughead quirked his eyebrow at the blonde as she turned on the shower. Betty rolled her eyes as she watched him mock her for her slip up earlier in the truck. Why did he have to be so good it though? She asked herself as her eyes raked over the boy in the doorway.

“Deciding whether or not you want me to join you? I mean yes, we do have another shower, but you know it’s not fair that you get to use up all the hot water first. I mean, that’s not any way how to repay me for my many wonderful qualities.”

Jughead read off his speech as he used hand gestures and his eyes lit up. Betty giggled as she walked over to the door grabbing onto the doorknob.

“You know I think you can handle the cold water. I mean just from common sense, I’m guessing you’ve had to take a couple cold showers in your life.”

Jughead’s jaw dropped a little as he had a face of fake betrayal watching her as she closed the door on him.

Why is she always winning our battles and why does it always end with her escaping it by taking a shower?

“Wow I’m sorry to hear that Arch.”

“It’s okay, I think we had been trying so long to keep our relationship together that I think we forgot the reasons why we were even in it. I love her. But I don’t think we’re in love with each other anymore.”

Archie finished his drink as he watched Jughead taking orders from an old couple down the aisle behind him. When he turned his head back to Betty he saw her looking in the same direction. Her eyes were bright and her lower lip was hiding under her front teeth.

“Someone looks hungry.” Archie teased as Betty jerked out of her drooling session.

“Ye-aah a, uhm I was thinking about getting pancakes.”

“Yeah mhhhm that’s what you were thinking about eating.” Archie slowly brought the menu up, failing at hiding the grin on his face.

Betty’s eyes narrowed as her cheeks flushed at the insinuation.

“Shuuut uuuppp.” Betty sang in a whisper as she pretended to read over her menu, slowly flipping the laminated pages.

“Fine. So can I ask about what happened last night? I’m sorry I called Jughead but you-“

“Archie, I’m not mad.”

Archie let out a sigh in relief.

“In fact, even though I hate that this is where I am now. I think calling Jug was the best thing that you could have done for me in that situation.”

“How are you doing? Did you and him talk when you got home? In fact why are you up this early? I mean I don’t pass down any time to hang out with my favorite blonde for breakfast but I thought you would still be downing advils at this hour.”

That made Betty laugh.

“Well he didn’t take me home actually.”

Archie sent a humorous look her way. Eyebrows raised and confusion written all over his face.

“I’m not exactly sure where he drove around for the four hours in-between, but I woke up in the parking lot of a rehabilitation center on West Broadway.”

Archie was shocked by the news. He couldn’t help but to think the words Wow, Jughead actually listened to me for once.

“So you guys talked then.”

“Oh yeah, we talked.” Betty rolled her yes as she exaggerated the previous line.

“But I think for the first time in awhile we’re not lying to each other. He needed to yell at me, it was about time. It wasn’t good for any of us ignoring the situation and I think if he didn’t I would have started to drag him down with me.” Betty’s eyes softened as she gazed at Jughead running over to the counter to give Pop the table’s order he had just taken.

Archie noticed a little sadness in her look, she was definitely afraid of hurting him he realized.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen. I would have kicked your ass before you took my beanie boy away from me.” Archie joked as his voice got higher by the end of his threat.

“I’m sorry did you just say beanie boy?”


“Oh my god you guys seriously need to get a room.”

“Uhm I think that’s your job.”

“What’s your job?”

Betty jumped as Jughead appeared at the end of the table with his pad and pen in hand. A little strand was falling over his face and his grin widened as he turned to her. God, the apron looked good on him she thought to herself.


“Betty was just talking about how she was thinking of taking the week off.”

Archie interjected while receiving a panicked look from the blonde. What. The. Hell.

“Really?” Jughead said in a soft tone as his voice lined with hope. Her chest warmed at the glimmer in Jughead’s eyes as he asked the question. Oh, fuck it.

“Well yeah, I thought, I thought maybe we could go on that road trip down to California that you’ve always wanted to do. But, but you’re probably busy and have work and responsibilities and don’t want to-“

“I’m there. Count me in, Betts.” Her heart fell to her stomach. “But we’re taking the truck. No buts!”

“But the Camaro! It’s California! Juggie!” Archie shrieked as the girl whined the nickname and he observed the pair bickering in front of him.

“You can’t drive across the country in that. And there’s no legroom. Betts the truck is the best option.”

“But what’s the point of having a convertible if I don’t even use it when this opportunity appears?”

“You’re seriously saying that you’d seriously spend 50 hours cramped up in that car just for the sake of preserving you’re aesthetic?”


“Betty, Jughead’s right. Trust me, you want all the room you can get for that drive.” Archie wiggled his eyebrows as he said the words ‘all the room you can get’. The top of Betty’s ears reddened and suddenly Jughead felt nervous. Archie was getting way too much out of witnessing this. Way too much.

An awkward silence filled the table until Jughead asked their orders.

“I’ll have some eggs and sausage please, and a slice of that chocolate cake.”

“Chocolate cake at 8:00 am Archie? Really?”

“What? Can’t a guy enjoy some chocolate cake? Gosh you can be so judgmental sometimes Jug-gie.” Archie said as he faked being sad and held the most ridiculous pout Betty had ever seen.

“How am I still friends with you guys?”

“Cauuuse you love us.” Both Jughead and Archie said in unison. Betty was thoroughly not amused by the sight.

“I think you guys have mistaken adoration for pure aversion.”

“Whatever, Elizabeth. Didn’t you say you wanted pancakes earlier hmmm?”

Archibald why must you be like this? Betty asked herself as her face fell into her hands.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jughead asked innocently.

“Oh she just really wants some pancakes.”

“All righty then.”


Tacos and Tequila - Ch.5

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