this pic really has me concerned Otabek’s 18 y/o ass really looking like a single father of 4 who worked ALL DAY and had 7 too many drinks at the bar, just tryna go home but got dragged to an ice rink against his will and doesn’t even know how he got here someone let him rest
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Betty pushed herself further into the side of the booth, inhaling the familiar scent of fake leather and French fries. Chucks arm was loose around her shoulders as he laughed obnoxiously at something one of the football players had said and stuffed a sandwhich into his mouth, every time the darkest skinned boy moved abruptly, Betty felt her heart stop. Running a finger over her sore thigh, she glanced down at the fingerprint shaped bruises beggining to form under the short cheerleading skirt she had on. This was a common occurrence for Chuck, if he felt that Betty was ordering too much or speaking too loudly he would squeeze her leg under the table, bruising her and instantly shutting her up. Feeling the onset of tears coming on, Betty squeezed her eyes shut and sunk further into the booth, further into herself.
The high pitched tinkling of the bells to the diner doors broke her out of her daze and her eyes widened at the sight, sure enough in walked the very boy who had been on her mind day in and day out.
Jughead Jones, snug in his Southside jacket while a cigarette dangled from his lips, was followed by almost all the boys Betty had seen that night at the bar, equally smug looks on their faces as they casually strolled into Pops. Jughead caught Her eyes and winked, his face darkening when he saw her teary eyes and the angry boy beside her.
Chuck and the football team all hopped up from the booth, rearing the corner and coming toe to toe with the Southside.
“What do you think you’re doing here, are you lost? This isn’t your side of town, you’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here especially after what you did to our trucks.” The quarterback growled in Jugheads face as he lazily stepped back
“Ah yes, the tire popping. A little juvenile I’ll admit but hey, alls fair in love and war.” Jughead allowed his eyes to stray to Betty for a bit too long as she made her way beside Chuck.
Chuck noticed the lingering looks between the pair and gripped Betty’s hand painfully tight, causing her to yelp slightly as he tugged her into his side.
Dean stepped forward followed by half the Serpents a low growl coming from the Southside, Jughead stood nose to nose with Chuck
“Let. her. go.” He hissed, his eyes looking absolutely lethal.
“She’s my girl, Southside trash.” Chuck smiled darkly, his hand moving to lewdly grip Betty’s ass as she squirmed underneath his arm, her eyes avoiding Jugheads.
That was the last straw, Jughead didn’t even realize he had launched himself at the bulky boy until his fists were covered in blood and the roaring of the brawl rang through his ears. He glanced up to see the Serpents versus Riverdale, dropping Chuck by the shirt he looked around frantically before finally finding what he was looking for.
Betty was being held by a dark haired girl in a similar uniform as Another Serpent, Adam, stood in front of them, shielding the pair from the onslaught of flying fists.
“Veronica, Betty!” A new voice called from the middle of the chaos, Out walked a red headed boy, his jersey ripped as he ran towards them and quickly ushered them outside. Jughead glanced up at his gang, a familiar voice shouted into his ear
“Go after her, we’ll be fine.” Keith mumbled, swinging his fist at a boy named Moose.
Jughead sprinted towards the door, he saw Betty talking intently with the red haired boy and the dark haired girl, he made his way over, sighing in relief as Betty dropped herself into his arms, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, tangling himself in her hair as he pushed her against his chest, she sobbed openly, the events of the day finally catching up to her.
“You’re okay.” She cried “I saw him go after you, I was so scared..” she trailed off as he shushed her and held her tight, his eyes closing at the familiar, comforting scent that invaded his nose.
“It’s okay.” He whispered against her forehead, pulling away to catch her eyes. She brought her fingers up to his cheek and brought them back to reveal a smudge of blood on her tiny fingers.
“You’re bleeding” her voice broke in unrestrained guilt
“This is not your fault.” He assured her “none of this is. This war that’s going on? It’s bigger than any of us, there’s nothing we can do but go along with it.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead as she nodded.
A very feminine cough brought them both out of their bubble, Jughead looking at the raven haired girl who was staring at them with confused eyes.
Betty blushed bright red and wiped her eyes.
“Verinca, Archie, this is Jughead, he’s a…friend” she smiled shyly.
Veronica raised a brow but smiled none the less
“Nice to meet you, Jughead…friend” the hesitance was in her eyes but she still extended her hand which he shook quickly.
Archie stepped forward his hand coming up to clap around Jughead shoulder
“Anyone who’s a friend of Betty’s is a friend of mine, now what do you say we get out of here, I think I hear police sirens” the red head scratched his neck nervously. “You coming?” He asked Betty who shook her head,
“I think I need to walk home. I need to clear my mind” she smiled gratefully at her neighbor and he nodded, throwing a wave to Jughead
“See you around pal”
Jughead walked beside Betty
“Is he always that friendly?” He asked confused
Betty smiled softly
“Always. There’s not a mean bone in his body.”
Jughead nodded silently, they hardly talked the entire walk home, the comfortable silence a welcome change. When they arrived at her front door, Betty turned to Jughead
“I’m done this time. I’m not going back with him, I can’t keep letting him treat me this way” there was a fire in her eyes and for the first time in Jugheads life he believed someone.
“You really think I would let you go back to him now? After that? Not that I’m trying to control your choices or anything, but you’ve officially left a stain on every Serpents heart. I’d be surprised if they didn’t follow you around everywhere from now on.” He teased lightly, Betty blushing and looking to her front door.
“I’ll see you tommorow right?” She asked hopefully.
Jughead leaned forward, dropping a slow kiss to her forehead
“You got it angel”
She closed her eyes for a second before quickly heading inside, her heart beating out of her chest.
Jughead made his way through the trailer park, stopping at everyone’s home to make sure all of his friends had made it out okay, the general consensus was that the Southside had won this battle but the fight was far from over.
Slamming the door to his own trailer, Jughead threw off his leather jacket and let the silly smile he had felt coming on all day, grace his face.
“Heard you started at a fight on the north side today?”
Jughead whipped around, sighing as he saw his father sat in the love seat, a beer bottle hanging loosely in his hand.
“Yeah..” he started as his father got up
“Good, it’s time we start fighting this war. I’m proud of you.” His father came over and ruffled Jugheads hair.
Jughead bit the inside of his cheek
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the snake bar, big news kid” he said before he walked out the door, slamming it so hard the walls shook.
“Thanks dad.” He whispered bitterly into the barren, lonely trailer