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Opine III

Opine— the one where Jughead and Archie are youtubers and Jughead ships then together as much as their fans do.

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Jughead was so cute. So pretty. So fine. His hand fit perfectly in Archie's, and he held it with upmost tenderness.

"Darling, I can't push the cart like this," Jughead giggled as Archie pulled him down the grocery aisle. In Archie's head, the scuffed flooring and 80s pop music might as well have been a long white carpet and Felix Mendelssohn's "Wedding March." He hadn't figured out all the details yet, but he knew he wanted to get married at a garden. Oh, and he wanted Jughead to wear purple. Or maybe a deep maroon?

Archie didn't drop his hand for a second, instead choosing to hum along to the radio as his eyes skimmed down the rows of cereal. "Oh well, try harder."

Jughead snorted. "Any slower with the decision making and we're definitely going to be late."

"Choosing the perfect cereal is important."

"And so was choosing the perfect orange juice, and the perfect cream cheese, and the perfect—"

Archie cut him off with a suck of his teeth. "Our fans would want us to have the perfect breakfast."

"Oh, the one we won't even have time to eat because you took an hour grocery shopping for 5 items?"

Jughead didn't get it, the way he craved to have him just like this. Archie wished they could walk hand in hand everywhere, that Jughead would call him 'sweetheart' outside of their apartment walls and peck him as strangers stood as witnesses. They just couldn't risk getting caught. The state of Twitter practically depended on it.

Their fans seemed to be everywhere lately, and they multiplied by the minute. They could rarely go outside without being noticed anymore, and while the interactions were always respectful, it was kind of nerve racking. This grocery store was about as publicly intimate as they've ever gotten, and it was only because no one under the age of 30 shopped there before 10am. He was going to savor every minute of it.

"I'm probably too excited to eat anyway," Archie said with a sigh as he grabbed a box of Cheerios from the shelf.

"How many people do you think?" Jughead's voice hollowed.

"Maybe like 150?"

"No, that was last time, we've grown since." Jughead mumbled as he gripped onto the shopping cart.

Archie gave his hand a squeeze and led him to the checkout line at the front of the store. "You did fine last time."

"I rushed out halfway through, had an anxiety attack, and you told everyone I just found out I had herpes!"

"It was a good excuse!" Archie snickered.

"You only succeeded in causing an uproar over the internet's 'sweet, innocent smol bean' that doesn't have a clue what sex is," he said with a roll of his eyes.

Archie's laugh grew louder. "They really do treat you like a toddler."

"It's demeaning."

"It's endearing," he corrected. "Besides, I like being the only one who knows the devious things their little angel gets up to."

Jughead pulled a small smile. "Even though I have herpes?"

"Especially," he hummed before pulling him closer and planting a kiss on his lips.

A blush spread across Jughead's face as quickly as wildfire. "You have issues," he mumbled as he pushed the cart forward, their hands gripping onto each other's for dear life.