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Christmas Rekindlings

A/N: What totally should have happened on Christmas, on top of Varchie getting back together.

It was Christmas morning. Jughead had opened presents with his father in their small trailer. Now, there was only one left. The huge box from Betty. The one she had gotten for him before their breakup. His present to her had also been bought before. Both would be awkward to unwrap. 

“Who’s it from, Jug?” His father asked.

Jughead didn’t answer but took a deep breath and brought the box closer to him. With shaking hands, he started opening the gift, taking extra care not to rip the wrapping paper, in case this was the last thing he ever got from Betty. Before he could see what was inside, a letter was made visible under a few layers of wrapping. He opened it, equally carefully to read it. It was a simple letter, only reading

‘Merry Christmas Jug, I love you. Forever, Betty’

He could hardly hold back his tears. He tore off the rest of the wrapping paper, forgetting about being careful and he gasped once he saw what was inside, the most beautiful typewriter he had ever seen.

“Let me guess, Betty?”

Jughead nodded.

“It’s a Vintage Underwood, the typewriter of champions!”

“You want to drop by later, say thank you in person?”

On impulse, Jughead automatically said,

“I mean, I’ll probably call her or text her.”

“Jug, why did you guys break up? I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you’re making it seem like it was mutual but now you’re both miserable.”

“I-” his voice cracked, “I was just trying to protect her.”

“From what? Is this about the Serpent dance? You know this is hurting her more than the Serpents ever could. It’s killing you too, what are you so afraid is going to happen?”

“The Serpents have enemies, dad, what if they find out how important she is to me and they make her a target? I’ll never forgive myself if she gets hurt because of me.”

“Son, this is ridiculous. She’s hurt because of you now, not some potential time in the future, now. If she’s ever targeted, she’ll have you, me, and the full force of the Serpents to protect her. Now, are we going to see her or what?”

“Fuck it, let’s go.”

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    Betty sat cross-legged on her bed, clutching the rectangular parcel from Jughead. She just had to ruin everything with the Serpent dance. She should have talked to him about it first. She only hadn’t because she knew he’d say no.

    She opened the small present and was met with the cover of her favorite author’s newest book, ‘Beloved’ and a small note. The note said,

‘A signed first edition for my beloved. Thanks for introducing me to your favorite writer. Love, Jug’

She clutched the book and the note to her chest and cried, not caring who heard her. Her mother walked into her room, alarmed, then her eyes softened when she saw her daughter crying on the bed.

“Oh, Elizabeth.”

Betty cried into her mother’s chest, not caring that they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment. Eventually, Alice left and the doorbell rang.

“Betty! Could you get that please?”

Betty walked slowly down the stairs, wiping stray tears from her face.

It was Jughead, the last person she wanted to see right now. She realized, way too late, that she was still holding onto his book and note.

“Jug,” she sniffled, “What are you doing he-”

He didn’t let her finish as he kissed her. She melted into the kiss, forgetting everything else. As soon as the moment was over, she pulled away and looked into his eyes. After a solid two seconds, they both started apologizing profusely,

“I was such a jerk to you and I’m so sorry. I should have supported you wanting to be more involved with the Serpents. Instead, I pushed you away and hurt you, like an idiot and I don’t deserve you and I love you.”

“I should have talked to you about it first. I was afraid you’d say no, and it’s stupid but I was jealous of Toni being a Serpent and I felt like our relationship would be stronger if I was more involved and I miss you.”

Since this happened at the same time, neither really understood the other. They looked at each other a bit more before laughing and kissing again.

“Merry Christmas Betts, thanks for the typewriter, I love you.”

“Merry Christmas Jug, thanks for the book, I love you too.”