“is that my flannel?” - bughead
“hey betty, have you seen my shirt?” jughead called, ruffling through the coopers’ laundry. since betty’s, and contractually, alice’s discovery of jughead’s homelessness, alice had invited (pressured, was a better word, he thought,) to do his laundry at their house. jughead was a messy eater, half his shirts were stained with unidentifiable food stains. and frankly, alice was not having it.
(A/N: this is actually an otp prompt request (number 7 on this list,) but it went beyond a little ficlet/drabble so I posted it separately. also this is me just being trash for the fact that alice approves of jughead which I love)
warnings: pretty much nothing
“um, hi mrs. c. is betty here?” jughead hadn’t seen Betty all day, and he was a bit worried.
“betty is with cheryl blossom’s cheerleading squad today and for the next two hours. she called a surprise practice.” alice had said, emerging from her office to open the bright red door. her mother had answered the door rather than her. he froze on the spot, feeling her eyes look him up and down, judgingly. suddenly, jughead felt hyper-conscious of the fact that his symbolic ‘s’ shirt had a food stain he tried (and failed to) cover with his denim, fleece lined jacket. she clicked her tongue twice in disappointment.
(in his defence, he was down to his last two or three shirts. Betty had taken all the flannels, and as much as he found it sexy, he needed his clothes. but she clearly had no intention of returning them.)
he noted that certain traits betty definitely got from her mom, like her blond hair and eyes, although alice’s eyes were more like two pieces of pale blue-green ice, and Betty’s were wide and soft and welcoming. she had her mom’s assertion too, every phrase uttered by the older cooper woman had a bit of bite, something of an edge. and even jughead, a boy who had faced it all, felt more like an animal being stalked by it’s prey than a boy meeting his girlfriend’s mother.
“no boy involved with my daughter will carry himself in such a state,” she had said. jughead hung his head in shame. it’s not like he liked it either. hell if he had to be homeless, he’d rather not look homeless. alice motioned for him to step inside, and he did, aware of every step, looking down to avoid chafing the perfect floors of the cooper household. he slipped his boots off.
“uh, i’m sorry?” it came out more as a question than a statement of apology.
“wait here. jug-head.” she still said his name as though it was two words. he hadn’t had the courage to correct her yet. alice disappeared upstairs, leaving jughead in the foyer of the home that was far nicer than any other place he’d ever lived. it essentially had the same setup as archie’s house, but much more feminine. where they had a kitchen island, they had a dining table with a frilled table cover, other small details he noticed were different.
just as his eyes trailed to the molding, out of pure boredom, alice returned from the upper level, holding a plain white t-shirt.
“I will wash your clothes for you. Betty says you’re writing a novel?”
“yeah,” he said, sheepishly. he knew betty’s mom wrote for a living, and he felt lesser for it. he couldn’t help but treat writing like a hobby despite the fact that he wanted so badly to make a living off of it some day.
“you may write your novel here, but please respect the silence,” alice said, as she flashed him an ~almost~ smile. he couldn’t help but wonder, why was she being so nice? “bathroom is the second door to your left.” jughead, still hanging his head, walked into the bathroom to change. “thank you,” he said, closing the door behind him.
he quickly shed his jacket and peeled off the ‘s’ shirt, dropping it to the ground, but he was far more careful removing his beanie, setting it on the ledge of the sink. jughead put on the loose white tee. hal cooper’s shirt was far too big on jughead, almost 3 sizes so. it was hard to tell under all the layers, but he was a tall, skinny, lanky boy with only a fair bit of muscle. the shirt’s neck hung quite low, exposing his faintly defined pecs from working construction an odd day or another with archie and his father.
huh. maybe I look okay. he thought to himself, before slipping his beanie back on his head, hiding his raven curls from the world yet again. he felt more secure as he re-emerged into the hallway, walking gingerly toward the living room. alice was waiting for him, it seemed she had set the laptop he walked in with on their polished coffee table. she took his clothes from him.
“the wash cycle will take approximately an hour. the dryer should take about that long. betty will be home by then. i need to head out, jug-head,” he cringed a bit, but continued to listen intently. “i would appreciate it if you would walk her home and keep her company until i return.” he smiled at her and numbed something along the lines of sure, and sorry to cause you any trouble.
“it’s no trouble at all,” alice said, pressing ‘on’ on the machine, slipping on a pair of heels that could not at all have been comfortable, left a house key on the hook, and walked out, shutting the door behind her quite forcefully.
the solitude of the house was quite nice. albeit it felt strange without betty’s presence, he felt himself feel almost at home, as he turned on some music and got to work. however, an itching part of his conscious served to remind him that he was in a beautiful well kept home where he so blatantly didn’t belong.
it was 5:00, and jughead was suddenly reminded it would probably be nice of him to walk betty home. while he was sure it wasn’t necessary, she was a strong girl, confident, and could definitely take care of herself. but Alice had directed him to do so, and two hours in her house without her there had him itching to see her. he slipped his combat boots back on, and grabbed the house key, locking the door behind him as he walked out of the pristine household. there was a skip in his step as he made his way to riverdale high to see his juliet again.
“hey b, where’s the shirt from? haven’t seen that one before.” veronica called, with a whistle, as she looked betty up and down. the cheerleading practice had just come to an end, and Betty wanted nothing more than a peaceful night with jughead.
as though mom would allow such a thing, she scoffed to herself.
“aw, is it jughead’s?” she cooed. betty nodded, and looked down with a blush. she had brought jughead’s flannel to change into after practice because she was missing him. it smelled like him too, like smoke, deodorant, and some unique male scent that was his own. just the smell did all sorts of things to her overly sensitive hormones, but a locker room with veronica, and cheryl a short few feet away was not the time to think of such things.
on a less intimate note, she quite liked wearing it, because it was almost like walking around wearing one of his hugs, as silly as it sounded, it calmed her frayed nerves and helped her stay grounded. she’d rather that than to dig her nails in her palms as a stress response. and it made her feel attractive. in fact, the cheerleading practice seemed to be helping her shape up quite a lot, and she felt quite confident in her body. for once. that was new.
cheryl gave her the side eye, and betty packed her cheer uniform into her duffel bag, and slung it over her shoulder with a goodbye to veronica. she walked out of the school, and checked her phone for the time.
“hey!” her eyes widened as jughead stood there waiting for her. “I was told by a certain mother that I was to escort you to the cooper household and keep you company until she returns,” he said sarcastically.
“when did that happen? you talked to my mom?” she said, somewhat incredulously.
“yeah. I spent the past 2 hours in your house.” he said, as she gave him a somewhat skeptical look.
“huh. my mom invited you in?” he nodded.
he put his arm around her as they walked home, as he fingered the material of her shirt collar. it felt strangely familiar? jughead peeled his eyes away from his beautiful girlfriend and “wait, betts, is that my flannel?”
“yeah.” she smiled. he couldn’t help but smile back. the thought of her wearing his clothes, something about it was so undeniably attractive. but he was reminded of the embarrassing scene with Alice cooper earlier.
“betty, you do realize your resident homeless teen is going to need his clothes back, right? you can’t keep wearing them all the time.”
“but you said you liked it,” she said, feigning innocence. “you said it was hot,” she purred almost seductively. betty felt desirable, as jughead’s hand moved from her shoulder to around her waist. she was thankful for the exercise cheer practice had been lately.
he couldn’t take it any more, her teasing. he was all the more anxious to get home, trying to ignore the erotic images that seemed to stem from his male conscious.
jughead leaned closer to her, and the couple instinctively leaned in to press their lips together in a short kiss, while lost lasting long, it had left them both breathless and craving more. especially with betty wearing that goddamn shirt.
“let’s go home,” betty whispered in his ear. and with those 3 words, jughead and betty’s hands locked together as they raced the rest of the way back.
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