💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Hey There, Juliet

Betty sat in front of her mirror and looked sadly at her reflection. She was contemplating the day’s events. Polly, who she had always admired and been compared against, was pregnant, and the father of her child was dead. She remembered her mother’s harmful words, always urging her to be perfect,

‘Oh Elizabeth, why can’t you be more like your sister?’

‘Betty, why don’t you follow Polly’s example?’

‘You really should act more like Polly, you don’t really have many friends and you know she has plenty.’

    She clenched her fists and tried to push thoughts like these out of her head, they always made her feel worse. 

She returned her thoughts to her reflection in the mirror. Her mother was aways acting crazy, there was definitely something up with her father, and Polly, the way she acted today, Betty wouldn’t be surprised if Polly was crazy too. This, of course, bagged the big question: Was she crazy? Was she doomed to lose her mind like the rest of her family?

She was wrenched out of her spiral by a sharp knocking sound. She whipped around to see one Jughead Jones knocking at her window. She laughed, gave him a quizzical look, and got up to let him in. She was appreciative of the distraction. When she unlatched the window, he said,

"Hey there, Juliet. Nurse off duty?” He climbed into her room, “You haven’t gone full Yellow Wallpaper on me yet, have you?”

“They’re crazy,” Betty sighed, “My parents are crazy.”

“They’re parents,” Jughead pointed out, “they’re all crazy.”

“No, but what if… What if Polly is, too? The way she was talking to me, the way she looked at me… And now, all I can think is, ’Maybe I’m crazy like they are,’” Betty confessed, pacing around her room. 

He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her pacing. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Hey,” he said comfortingly, “We’re all crazy.” Betty chuckled, “We’re not our parents, Betty. We’re not our families.”

Betty nodded, assuring herself, more than him, that she believed this. He gulped and took a deep breath,

“Also...”

He looked into her eyes before his own fell to her lips and back up again.

“What?” She looked up at him expectantly. He said nothing but continued to just look at her.

“What?” She asked again, her own eyes eyeing his lips as well.

Trying not to overthink it too much, he leaned in, tilted his head, took her face in his hands and kissed her. He had dreamed of doing this before, but this was real, this was actually happening. 

They both melted into the kiss, but all good things must come to an end. Eventually, they needed to breathe, and Betty pulled away, still smiling. Then, all of a sudden, she remembered something.

“The car!” She whisper-yelled.

“Wow. That’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?” He mused, still looking at her. She blushed but quickly said,

“No! Polly talked about a car Jason had stashed for them down Route 40 near some sign. If we can find it, we can confirm Polly’s story.”

“One way or another,” he agreed. 

“I need to know, Juggy,” she whispered. Her eyes were apologetic, perhaps for interrupting their moment.

He nodded, understandingly.

She gave him a reassuring smile as they left to do what they did best, investigating. However, this time, they used the front door.