Jughead's view on Betty's locker getting trashed because of the article, and a fluffy scene of what might have happened afterwards ♥️
So this is an extended scene from episode 13 where Betty's locker is graffitied for writing the article about FP, requested by an anon on my tumblr. Enjoy!
(I'm always open to requests😊)
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This was all his fault. That was all that Jughead could think when he saw the dominating red words spelled out in harsh pig's blood.
GO TO HELL SERPENT SLUT!
This was all because of him. She'd written the article defending FP for him. So his dad stayed out of jail, and so his dad had justice. So Jughead could keep on having a dad. And how did he repay her? By letting jerks terrorise her locker in front of the whole school.
"Betty," he spoke, pulling her out of the devastating trance she seemed to be in, staring at the bold letters whilst he'd pushed his way through the nosy crowd. Jughead stood in her line of view, blocking the words from her. He wished he could do more than just protect her from them physically, but they'd already done the damage.
Jughead's face was filled with concern and guilt, bringing Betty back to reality. She reached forward to get rid of the graffitied newspaper articles and the hanging, pierced blonde doll which was obviously meant to symbolise Betty herself. She didn't want Jughead seeing this; She knew he'd blame himself.
"Hey, no." He whispered. Jughead brought his arms around the distraught girl's shoulders, stopping her from touching the bloody papers.
She tried fighting away from his touch, eager to just remove the mess and stop the humiliation of everyone flashing their phones at the pair.
"It's nothing, Jug!" She resisted, swallowing back tears. "It's just a jerk with a can of spray paint."
Jughead firmly gripped her shoulder with one hand, stopping her from moving forward, with the other one placed tenderly on her face.
"I don't think that's spray paint, okay?" He breathed, looking at her with uneasy sadness.
She blinked at him, her face dropping as he pulled her away from the locker and through the crowd of paparazzi-like teenagers. The beanie-clad boy glared at each person who thought it was appropriate to smirk and take pictures of this situation. How dare they?
When they got away from the crowd, Jughead continued walking her out of the school. Betty frowned.
"Where are we going, Juggie?" She questioned the raven-haired dreamboat.
"Pop's." He grinned, "I don't know about you, but I could murder a milkshake right about now." She returned a small smile but then slightly frowned again.
"But what about school?" She stopped, turning back to the Riverdale building which she knew they both should go back and face, even if it did contain intimidating, judgey adolescents.
"We'll be back before lunchtime finishes. Come on Betts."
Betty sighed, not in the mood for debating and resisting anymore, and followed him as the two walked in silence to their go-to place.
When they had ordered and received their milkshakes, they sat down in the usual booth they'd claimed and sipped on the sweet, thick liquid.
Betty would usually order a vanilla or strawberry drink because they, in her opinion, had the sweetest taste. However, this time, a grey-ish, indigo blueberry muffin milkshake sat in front of her. It was the Pop's special for the day, and as she sipped it, although delicious, it tasted bitter, much unlike her normal choice.
Jughead drank his daily chocolate milkshake which had an uncharacterised, delicate strawberry placed on the rim. As he drank, he stared at Betty, next to him in silence, the quietness consuming them both.
Betty's face was one of subtle shock and distraction. She was so beautiful as she sat there, even in these circumstances of sadness.
"I think you should stop helping my dad." Jughead blurted out, slicing a knife through the thick, bitter frosting that was the current quietness. He couldn't let Betty suffer this kind of backlash because of him.
Betty stared at him in surprise, and then frowned. "No way. Why would you even say that?" She replied, ready to protest at whatever Jughead would further add. "I'm not letting some jerk scare me off of helping your dad, or you."
"Betty, you don't deserve to be drawn into the mess that is the Jones'. We're not exactly liked by this town. " He scoffed, following with a sigh. Jug stared deeply into her disagreeing, sparkling eyes. He would love to get lost in them forever.
"But Jug-"
"No Betts. People are just gonna keep coming at you with judgement and hatred because that's what they've been doing to outsiders like me my entire life." Betty's complexion softened and he proceeded to place his hand over hers, squeezing it lovingly. "And what if they start doing more than just writing words? What if they're out for actual blood? I need you to be safe-"
"And I will be." She moved her hand from his and placed it on his cheek, like he had when he'd pulled her from the taunting lockers. "I'll be fine. I'm not giving up on you Juggie. And I'm not giving up on FP. Besides, this is more than you and I. This is about getting your dad justice, showing the rest of this stuck-up town that he's a person. An innocent person. And a father who's trying to be a better person."
Jughead would have protested further, but as Betty spoke, all he could think
of was one thing. I am so in love with Betty Cooper.
He smirked at her. It was one of goofiness but with so much love, all for Betty. She was his light. His reason for continuing through this dark town, because he knew she was at the end of the tunnel, fighting for him every step of the way.
And so, Jughead quickly leant his face down to the gracious, brave blonde's and, not wanting to waste a second, attached his peach lips to her sweet, pink ones.
The kiss was strong and passionate, full of appreciation and love, but also delicate and soft, showing gratitude and care. They tasted every part of each other, communicating through the endearing action. It was like they could practically taste each other's feeling for each other: Betty's determination and adoration; Jughead's protectiveness and infatuation. The milkshakes were long forgotten in that moment, whilst Betty smiled into the kiss.
"Jug?" She whispered as she pulled away from the best kiss she'd ever had in her whole life. The youngest Cooper girl stared up at him, eyes innocent and hopeful. "Can I have your strawberry?"
Jughead let out a laugh, triggering a giggle from the rosy-lipped blonde.
"Sure, Betts." He chuckled, placing his arm around her shoulders. "Whatever you want."
The dark-red fruit was sweet and filled with reassurance, making the bitterness of the blueberries long forgotten.
Betty smiled as she snuggled into Jughead's chest. They would make it through. They had to.
