It was the early hours of dawn and a boy and girl lay sleeping, content in each other's arms. They seem to be wrapped in their own bubble, unaware of the world buzzing around them. As the rosy light of the dawn seeps into the girl's bedroom, the boy opens his eyes and stares at his girlfriend with love and adoration until she stirs awake.
"Were you staring at me again?" Betty asks sultrily as the boy smiles softly.
"I can't help it, you look so ethereal in the morning," he quirkily replies.
They share a soft kiss.
"You're such a dork," she laughs.
To the unobserving eye, they are simply two teenagers in love. What you don't see are the complications of the lives they live. You don't notice Jughead's scars from his childhood after being abandoned by his mother and sister or the bruises from running a gang. You may not notice Betty's scars lining her palms from digging in her fingernails or the calluses from knife-throwing. People often have a tendency to put on rose glasses to avoid dealing with life's nuisances. However, you cannot avoid the inevitable.
It was inevitable that they would fall in love. Not because they're different, but because it's something they've lost hope in. Misery attracts company they say, but is it because they're both dangerous and lethal in their own ways? They seemed to have healed each other and taught themselves how to love again. It is something that is unquantifiable. The human psyche as well as the heart is difficult to navigate and can often surprise you.
For Betty and Jughead? It's a concoction for a catastrophe.
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Bughead Oneshots
FanfictionA book filled with some cute, fluffy, angsty oneshots to celebrate their beautiful love. There may be brief mentions of some other ships as well, but mainly bughead because they are endgame and OTP.
