Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

Spider

"BETTY!"

The shout from upstairs made Betty flinch, her eyes casting up at the ceiling as if she could see through it. She'd been making dinner in the kitchen whilst Jughead finished off part of his novel upstairs, though the shout now had her full attention.

"Jug?" She called, turning off the stove and stepping out of the kitchen into the hallway.

"BETTY HELP!" Her husband's voice pleaded, and Betty wasted no time in dropping the wooden spoon in her hand to run upstairs, extremely worried.

"Jug what is it? Are you okay?" The blonde asked as she skidded into their bedroom, eyes wide with panic. Though the scene that Betty was met with wasn't something she'd been expected. Jughead stood on the middle of their bed, work abandoned at his desk as he pointed across the room to the wall above her vanity.

"Over there!" Was all he could choke out, the hand that was pointing starting to tremble.

After stepping a little further into the room Betty could see what her husband was freaking out about, and sighed. Stepping across the room she walked over to her vanity, leaning up on her tippy-toes to cup her hands and scoop a black spider off of the wall, which was probably about the size of a bottle cap.

"How the hell can you touch those things? It was going to kill me! I could hear it plotting my death as it scuttled along the wall." Jughead visibly shuddered, not moving from his spot on the bed.

"Juggie it's just a spider, they're more scared of you than you are of them." Betty shrugged, leaning away from the vanity with the spider still cupped in her hands and looking back over at their bed.

"Stay back!" Jughead backed himself against the wall, making a cross with his fingers which was directed to his wife. "Get that thing out of the house!"

Betty just rolled her eyes, not at all surprised by her husband's actions. She'd been married to him for four years, and even if it was just a little money spider, he acted as if it had a gun pointed at his head.

"Alright, Jug, hold on." Walking over to the already open window in their bedroom she stuck her hands out of it before letting the spider go, watching it run down the wall before pulling her hands back in and shutting the window.

"Is it- is it gone?" Jughead got out, still pressed against the wall and still making a cross with his fingers.

"It's gone, Juggie." Betty nodded.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief Jughead got off of their bed, stepping towards Betty and pulling her into his arms.

"You're a lifesaver, Betts, it was going to kill me I know it was." He muttered into her hair, holding onto his wife tight enough that breathing was becoming a difficult task for Betty.

"It's okay now, Jug." Betty rubbed his back for a moment before pulling back from the hug, leaning up to peck his lips with a smile. "Are you still traumatised or are you good to go downstairs for dinner?"

"No spider was ever here, what are you on about Betty?" Jughead let go of his wife and made a beeline for the door at the word dinner, just causing Betty to chuckle and shake her head as she followed her husband downstairs.

AN: I know it's short but I got this idea and thought it would be hilarious to write out.
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