SM!AU prompt2: people don't know who their soul mates are but they can feel it when they meet them. As they grow, the get little details about them, a hint of their individual smell like a whiff of perfume, a peel of laughter lost to the wind and they get small pieces of their features. Betty knows the feel of leather before she ever saw Jughead in his jacket. (I'm not sure how this could work but just an idea)
This is gonna be a little tricky but I’ll give it a go.
Betty sat in the back booth at Pops, her chin propped in her hand as she watched Archie and Veronica whispering to each other and sharing stolen kisses a few booths away, they were perfect together, the very definition of soulmates. Archie brushed a dark strand of hair out of Veronica’s face and Betty couldn’t help the audible sigh that escaped her lips. Of course she was happy for her best friends, they deserved each other but sometimes it stung more than it should.
Betty Cooper was mateless, she was sure of it. It broke her heart to think about it but at 18 years old, time was running out and she still hadn’t had any of the mysterious feelings her friends had talked about. She could remember clearly the day Veronica ran through her bedroom doors going on about a specific shade of orange and how that was the only color she could see, then there was the way Archie kept fiddling with his bare neck and claiming he felt something like pearls resting there. It was beautiful when the pair finally realized they were meant to be.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Betty glanced up, her eyes softening at the beanie wearing boy as he slid in the space across from her, his hands clutching a plate of fries.
“Definitely not worth a penny Juggie.” Betty smiled sadly, reaching towards his plate and grabbing a fry.
He looked at her with concerned eyes
“What’s the matter? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”
Betty raised a brow
“What look?” She asked incredulously
Jughead scrunched his nose and pouted
“This one” he mimicked something that was similar to a puppy dog face.
“Oh please” she giggled, throwing a straw wrapper at him as he smirked.
“No really Bets, what’s up?”
Her eyes lingered in Archie and Veronica’s direction and Jughead nodded knowingly.
“You want that huh?” He said softly, not an ounce of judgment in his tone.
The blonde nodded slowly, her eyes dropping as she fiddled with her fingers.
“It’s just not fair. I haven’t felt anything! I don’t see anything, I don’t feel anything. When is it my turn?” She moped miserably, her eyes filling with tears.
Jughead moved to her side of the booth and wrapped his arm around her shoulders
“You’ll get it Bets, I know you will. You just have to be patient.”
She rested her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled the familiar smell of smoke and toothpaste mixed with his distinct cologne.
“I don’t know juggie”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, running his nose over her silky blonde hair.
They sat like that for an hour, the quiet was comfortable and Jughead felt his eyes get droopy as he listened to her steady breathing.
Finally Betty broke the silence
“I should go. Big river vixens game tonight. Hurray go riverdale.” She monotoned.
“You’re becoming very cynical with age my Beautiful blonde friend.”
She laughed, rising from the booth and grabbing her bag as she waved a lazy hand
“See you tommorow?”
He nodded, pulling his laptop out
“You got it.”
He watched her walk out the door and sighed, she was so beautiful and good and kind, whoever her soulmate would be was a very lucky man.
Two hours later and four chapters in, he heard the familiar giggle that always made his heart lighter, he looked up with a lazy smile expecting to see Betty standing over him in her tiny blue and gold cheerleading uniform. But she wasn’t standing there, in fact she wasn’t anywhere in the diner but he could still hear her laughter, he stood up, eyes scanning the entire diner as the laughter faded softly. He scratched the back of his neck as he called for Pops.
“Hey Pops? Is Betty here? Did she head into the bathroom?”
Poptate looked up from cleaning the counter and glanced around
“Jughead it’s 11:00, you’re the only one in here.” The older man rolled his eyes, heading back into the kitchen.
What the hell was that about?
Betty cursed herself as she walked through the dark streets of Riverdale, the game had run later than expected and Betty had to walk home in the dark, and the fact that she had forgotten her jacket was not helping the situation. It was a particularly cold, damp night and her sleeveless uniform top was not providing much protection against the wind.
She should have just taken the ride with Veronica, wrapping her hands around her body she shivered. Her fingers came up to grasp bare skin but something was strange. Instead of feeling the prominent goosebumps playing on her skin she felt rough denim, it was familiar and worn in but when she glanced down there was nothing on her body. She knew the feeling, it was Jugheads denim jacket, the one she had worn at the drive in so many times.
She wasn’t cold anymore, it was almost as if she was wrapped up in Jughead.
What was going on?
Betty slammed her locker shut, the bags under her eyes were visible to all and Kevin noticed immediately.
“Rough night?” He asked soothingly as Joaquin handed the blonde a to go cup of coffee, which she gripped gratefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing the long haired teen to blush.
“Something weird is happening. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been up all night trying to figure it out.” She sighed as they walked to their first period
“What do you mean?”
Betty looked around nervously
“Well last night, I was walking home and I remember being freezing and then all of a sudden I wasn’t. It’s like Jughead was next to me, I mean I could feel his jacket!” She threw a hand up dramatically.
Kevin and Joaquin exchanged a glance as a smile appeared on their faces, grinning at something behind Betty.
“Looks like he didn’t sleep too well either” Joaquin nodded towards Jughead who was walking towards them.
“Hey” the flannel wearing boy grumbled, slumping against a locker, his eyes scanning Betty’s tired face.
“You didn’t sleep either?” He questioned knowingly.
Betty nodded standing outside her chemistry classroom
“Nope.” She popped the P.
Jughead looked Betty up and down, eyeing the tiny sleeveless white dress
“It’s freezing in that classroom, here take this, you’ll need it.”
He shrugged off his denim jacket and held it out to her.
Betty stared wide eyed for a moment before clutching the jacket close to her chest and running into the classroom with a squeaky
Jughead looked up at Kevin
“What was that about?”
Kevin smirked and grabbed Joaquin’s hand
“I haven’t the slightest idea” he breezed past Jughead but stopped abruptly
“New cologne? It smells suspiciously like peaches and vanilla? Did you borrow Betty’s perfume.” He grinned wickedly as he strut down the hallway, Joaquin ducking his head and smiling as he followed his own soulmate.
Jughead lifted his collar and sure enough. Peaches and Vanilla.
What the hell?
The rest of the day flew by and eventually both Betty and Jughead plopped down on the couch in the blue and gold office.
“I am so glad that day is over. I’m exhausted.”
The blonde sighed, relieved.
“Definitely. Remind me to never come to school after two hours of sleep.”
Sitting up straighter, Betty glanced shyly down to her folded hands in her lap
“Why didn’t you get any sleep?”
Jughead turned his body towards her
“ lot on my mind. What about you?”
She bit her lip
His eyes lingered on the strawberry red lips tucked beneath her perfect white teeth.
“Penny for your thoughts” he whispered, his face inching towards hers.
Betty glanced up, their foreheads almost touching
“Definitely not worth a penny.” She whispered back hoarsely.
His hands came up to cup her neck
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re worth everything.” With that he dropped his lips to hers as her hands wound themselves in his hair.
They kissed for what felt like hours, desperate lips and pent up passion. It was everything Betty had been waiting for and more, eventually they pulled away for air and Betty nestled her face in his neck, pulling away quickly
“You smell like vanilla?” She questioned, confused.
He smiled crookedly
“And you smell like smoke.”
Her eyes widened before, realization hit her
“Your jacket..” she trailed off
He nodded, dropping his forehead to hers again
“You found me” She choked out, her voice thick with emotion.
Bringing his lips to hers again he whispered,
“No Betty. You found me.”