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OTP Questions All Fills for 1500 Followers.

Here are all the fills from the OTP questions submitted to celebrate 1500 followers. These are always a heap of fun to write as well as a challenge, but I do hope that you guys also enjoy sharing in my crazy headcanons for this pairing.

Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, requested and read these little ficlets/drabbles. You guys are all so amazing and it is such an honour to be part of this wonderful, supportive, embracing community.

Bughead kisses to you all.

Stories are under the cut.

Who likes to eat spicy food?

She pushed the container towards him, and his eyes met hers with disapproval.

“Betts I am not about to damage my most delicate and precious tastebuds with your crazy food.” It was their first night in their apartment and Betty had managed to convince him to get Indian food as their first meal to share in their new home.

“It’s not that bad.” She placed another forkful in her mouth and delighted in the way the taste danced along her tastebuds, as if it was lighting them up. She took a sip of her Lassi to quell the heat before taking another bite. Jughead watched her in awe. He couldn’t even smell her food without it burning the inside of his nostrils prompting him to cough and choke to remove the sensation. As if something foreign was trying to invade his body and his body was defending itself against it.

Betty on the other hand loved her spicy food, the hotter the better. He could remember a few times when he had gone to steal food from her plate only to be met with an intense heat that seemed to burn across his taste buds, leaving them screaming in pain while he gulped down water to try and ease the pain, while Betty giggled at him, telling him that that was what he got for stealing others food.

“I don’t know how you can do it.” He watched her as she ate, a slight blush to her cheeks in reaction to the food.

“Guess when it comes to spicy cuisine I have a stronger stomach than you.” She smiled proudly.

“And that,” He wrapped his arm around her pressing a kiss to her blushed cheek “Is why you are my girl.”

Who is the one who kills the bugs?

“Daddy!” He came rushing into the room at the sound of his daughter’s high pitched scream. She was in her bed, her covers pulled high under her chin. Her eyes fixated on the creature at the opposite side of her room. He followed the direction of her gaze to the fluttering insect that was seemingly trying to get inside her desk lamp. “It’s a monster Daddy.” She told him, pulling the covers tighter around her. He smiled to himself at his daughter’s imagination and wondered if he was the same when he was smaller.

He sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes glancing to him for a second as the bed moved under his weight before carefully tracking the moth once again. He put his hand on her leg, an attempt to comfort her and she dropped the cover slightly.

“It’s a moth, Emily.” She eyed him warily, pausing and thinking over the word.

“What’s a moth? Is it a monster? Do they bite?” She was so full of questions at this age. It kept him and Betty on their toes trying to answer what at times seemed like impossible questions that came from her inquisitive mind. He moved up the bed to pull her into a cuddle.

“They don’t bite and I guess they are kind of like a butterfly, that only comes out at night.” Her eyes met his as if searching for whether he was being untrue to her and he gave her a slight nod.

“I like butterflies.”

“I know you do.” He got up from the bed and approached the moth that was still fluttering wildly at the brightest light source in the room. “How about we let this guy go outside? It’s too small for him in here.” Emily nodded eagerly as she climbed out of her bed. She moved over to the window, as Jughead moved his hands gently over the insect to catch it in his hands. He moved slowly over to window, which was now open, the cool air filtering through. Emily watched him carefully. Her eyes glued to his clasped hands and what was inside them. “Get ready to close the window when I let him go okay? We don’t want him getting stuck again do we?” Emily nodded her eyes never leaving his hands, but her hand rested on the window. Jughead placed his hands outside the window and let go. He pulled back as Emily closed the window and they both watched as the moth flew back and landed on the window for a while. Emily examined it’s every movement, placing her finger up against the glass and moving it away suddenly when the insect took flight to find another source of light.

He looked down at Emily who gave him a bright smile in return. “Can you tuck me in again?”

“Sure.” She hopped into her bed and he brought the covers up snuggled under her chin as she clasped the worn soft toy rabbit against her chest, a gift from FP, as he pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Good night Emily. Sleep tight.”

“And don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She finished their night time goodbye, before snuggling further down into the warmth of her bed as Jughead turned the lamp off and left the room, glancing back to watch her in her bed before making his way back down to the lounge.

Betty was still collapsed on the couch feeding Hannah as Jughead sat down next to her. Still feeling lucky every day to have the family he did, the family he had always wanted.

Who is the one who gets the other to try new things?

Jughead Jones liked routine, it was sometimes the only thing that kept him sane. He enjoyed going to Pop’s and having the same order. Cheeseburger and a black coffee, maybe a strawberry milkshake if it was a particularly bad day. It was familiar and comforting.

Betty craved new experiences, too much familiarity grew into boredom. She had been trying to persuade Jughead to branch out a little.

“What’s this?” He eyed the plate in front of him suspiciously as it was placed down by the waitress. Betty had suggested that they go out somewhere different for dinner and he had reluctantly agreed all the while thinking about his cheeseburger and fries, which were across town at Pop’s.

“It’s sushi.” Betty smiled encouragingly as she picked up her own chopsticks and took a piece from the plate in front of them. Jughead looked at the chopsticks in front of him and was not sure where to begin.  He knew what sushi was he wasn’t a neanderthal but a kid living on the Southside with an alcoholic father did not eat sushi, or use chopsticks for that matter.

“I know that Betts, but what’s in it.”

“Just some salmon, tuna, chicken,” she explained as she pointed to various pieces on the plate in front of her. “Try some, you’ll like it.” He took the chopsticks in his hand and tried to copy her motions the utensil awkward in his hand as he attempted to pick up a piece of what she had told him was chicken. He dropped the piece back onto the plate and huffed as he tried to grasp the chopsticks correctly. He felt her fingers move over his as she leant over from her seat in the booth next to him. “Here.” He placed his thumb and finger where they needed to be and got him to make a pinching motion so that he could click the tips together. She removed her fingers and he went again to pick up the piece again quickly putting it in his mouth before he lost it again.

He chewed the piece of sushi in his mouth as she watched him expectantly for his reaction. He finished chewing and swallowed.

“Hmm.” He set the chopsticks back down on the table as he leant back against the booth deliberating on the new taste.

“Well.” She pressed further.

“It’s okay,” he relented.

“You like it don’t you,” she teased a triumphant smile on her face.

“I mean it’s not one of Pop’s burgers but it’s still good.” He mumbled as he reluctantly admitted to himself that it was in fact very good. But the familiarity of Pop’s was still calling him.

“See I told you. Now try the salmon.” She picked up a piece with her own chopsticks and held it over to him.

“Let’s not push it Betts. Leave the raw fish until next time.” She shrugged her shoulders popping the piece into her own mouth as he returned to the plate. She continued to challenge him over the years getting him to try new things and he never regretted a single one.

Who likes PDA more?

The need to touch her has consumed him. Before Betty he would never have subscribed to the concept of PDAs. His life was private and he would have expected that his romantic life would have been even more so. But he can’t help it. Maybe it’s that small part of him that is worried about losing her to someone who deserves him more than him. He needs to show the world, this town that she is his.

He presses his body up against hers as she lets out a little squeak surprised by his forcefulness and willingness to make out with her against her locker in between periods when the entire student population is milling around them. Not that she is complaining as Jughead’s tongue sweeps across her bottom lip and she groans against his mouth as his tongue explores her mouth.

“Ahem.” The two teenagers break apart at the sound to see Kevin and Veronica staring at them. Jughead’s arm is still wrapped around Betty not wanting to break contact with her. “I need to get to my locker.” Kevin explains as they both move aside giving him room. Betty can feel Jughead’s hand moving away from her arm, down her lower back before his hand is inside her rear pocket and she tries to hide her blush as he squeezes slightly.

“You might want to put a hold on the PDA’s Jughead.” Veronica says as her eyes look behind the couple. “Mama Cooper is making her way down the hall.” Jughead’s hand moves away from Betty as if he has been electrified putting distance between them as Betty stifles a laugh, sharing a look with Veronica. There seemed to be only one thing in Riverdale that could dissuade Jughead from kissing Betty in public and that was the possible wrath of Mrs C.

Who would go and do something stupid for $20.00?

The three of them stood outside Thornhill Manor, the creepy old house on the hill where the Blossoms lived. There were so many stories about that house and the ghosts that haunted the halls and the gardens that it was hard to know where they had originally come from, and if any of them were actually true. They looked beyond the gate at the tall house, dark and mysterious. If there was ever a haunted house in a horror movie it would look exactly like this.

“I dare you 20 bucks to ring the doorbell Jughead.” Archie Andrews piped up breaking the silence. Jughead looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

“No way.” He shook his head and started to move away from the gate. Not wanting to participate in one of Archie’s stupid ideas.

“Are you chicken?” Archie taunted.

“No.” Jughead spun around to face him. “Why don’t you do it?”

“I asked you first.” Archie retorted his 12 year old self unable to come up with a better retort.

“I’ll do it.” Betty said, as both boys spun around to face her, their mouths slightly ajar. She hated the way sometimes they didn’t include her in their stupid bets just cause she was a girl. Anything they could do, she could.

“You wouldn’t do it.” Archie said over his shoulder, which caused Betty to put her hands on her hips and stalk up to him, leaving millimetres between their noses.

“Pay up and find out.” Archie sighed and pulled out the note, she went to grab it and he pulled it back.

“You have to do it first.” His face was smug as he indicated to the manor. Betty just moved towards the gate and tightened her ponytail, before pushing the gate open. She flinched a little as it creaked at the movement before she continued her path to the front door.

She gulped as her gaze drifted to the graveyard at the other side of the property, the large barn just beyond it, her imagination drifting to what they could keep in there. Would they put her in there if they caught her? She made the steps up to the front door her finger outstretched, taking a deep breath before she made contact with the button.

“DUNG DUNG” A loud, thunderous sound filled the home and Betty stood there shocked for a moment before she could then hear movement inside and she turned and ran for the gate, where her two friends were still staring at her dumbstruck.

“Run.” She shouted at them as she got closer, Archie started moving at the sound of her voice his athleticism helping him as he was soon a fair distance down the road. She grabbed Jughead by his shirt as she past him urging him to move with her as she could hear a voice shouting behind her, something about those damn kids. But the adrenaline kept her legs pumping fast underneath her as she and Jughead caught up to Archie closer to their homes. They were all bent over trying to re-catch their breaths as well as holding in the nervous laughter produced by the adrenaline running through them.

“Pay up Archie.” She managed to get out through her uneven breaths and he slapped the note into her hand.

“Well deserved Betty, that was awesome.” Archie grinned at her and Jughead noticed the blush that spread across her cheeks as he did so. “So what are you going to spend the money on.”

“Well I was thinking some Pop’s milkshakes for all of us.” She put her arms over both of her friends shoulders as they laughed and made their way to have a victory milkshake at Pop’s.

Who is the one who lies awake at night if they don’t have the other’s arms around them?

He is missing her like crazy. He scolds himself every night when he looks over at the empty space next to him and wonders if she finds it hard to sleep without him too. He reminds himself that he is the one that encouraged her to go. An internship with the New Yorker was not something you just turned down. He wouldn’t let her turn down an opportunity like that for him. That and Alice Cooper would have killed him if she found out Betty had turned down that promising career opportunity for him. And despite himself he had found himself growing to like Alice Cooper and seeking her approval, but he still had a health amount of respect for her as well as fear.

He took out his phone and scrolled through their texts, imagined it was her voice reading them out to him. When that wasn’t enough he scrolled through his photos lingering on each one his fingertip running over the image of her hair imagining how it felt to run his fingers through it. How she would snuggle up to him through the night wrapping her smaller arms around his torso making him feel loved and safe. He tried to imagine them now the weight of them across his bare skin, her soft breaths on the back of his neck but his imagination was a poor imitation compared to the real thing and it brought him no relief only made him crave her more. He jolted when her face flashed up again on his screen, above the words ‘call incoming’ as he swiped across the screen to answer.

“Juggie.” Her voice was quiet on the other end. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t.” He answers quickly, a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice.

“I couldn’t sleep and I just needed to hear your voice.” He settled his head on the pillow placing the phone next to his ear.

“Me too.”

Who would be the one to cry at their wedding?

He had always thought Betty was beautiful. Ever since that first day in kindergarten when she had told off Reggie for picking on him. Her blond pigtails glistening in the sun, her cheeks red and rosy. But he was going through the girls have cooties phase and would never had admitted to anyone. He continued to admire her as they grew up. The three musketeers, him, her and Archie. That was when he began to realise that she thought Archie was handsome. That she wanted Archie to be her boyfriend and not him.

That year when Jason Blossom was murdered changed everything. Now she wasn’t only beautiful in his eyes. She was smart, determined and loyal. She was everything that he wanted and she was worth the risk of the chance that she might not see him as he saw her just to feel her lips against his own. When she had returned his kiss he knew then that he was lost to her. She had stolen his heart and he didn’t mind one bit.

And now, as she walked down the long aisle, her arm linked with his very soon to be father-in-law he was struck again by just how beautiful she was and how he was so glad he had taken that leap of faith to kiss her.

He felt her reach up when she arrived at the altar, to wipe away the tear sliding down his cheek with her thumb while she cupped his face in her hand. He had never been so happy.

Who buys all the parenting books?

“I think we have enough Betts.” His arms were already feeling the weight of the books that Betty had piled high. He was behind his heavily pregnant wife as she moved around the bookshop.

“Just one more.” She called out as she scanned the shelves in front of her searching for something in particular. She was 8 months pregnant and the reality that she would soon be responsible for another living person had hit her hard. She spent nights on the internet researching everything she could. He hadn’t been surprised Betty has always been an overachiever it made sense that this wouldn’t be any different. But he was starting to worry about how much pressure she was putting on herself and he could already start to see the warning signs. Her search became more frantic and he could hear her start to mutter under her breath, her breathing becoming more laboured. He put down the pile of books onto a chair and walked over to her. Her hands were already clasped into fists as he reached over to take them in his hands.

He turned her to face him. “Betts.” His voice was soft and soothing. Her eyes met his and he could see the panic in them. He pulled her into him, his arms wrapping around her, feeling her bump against his body. She leant her head onto his shoulder as his hand brushed over her hair, feeling her breathing become more even. “You are going to be the best mom this little girl could ever hope for.” He heard her sniff into his shoulder as she buried her face deeper. “And no amount of reading or parenting books is going to change that.” He felt a slight nod and he moved to press his hand against her belly, feeling the slight kicks against his hand.

“I think she is saying she wants a strawberry milkshake from Pop’s.”

“Is she?” he asked, happy to see the smile reaching his wife’s eyes again. Betty nodded. “Well who am I to say no to my two favourite girls.” He linked his arm with hers as they left the bookshop, the pile of books left forgotten on the chair.

Who would cheer on the other in an act of stupidity?“

“You are one supportive girlfriend, Betty.” Kevin commented from beside her as they stood facing the stage where a long table was across the front with 10 people seated at it. They were stood in front of the seat of one Jughead Jones who gave them an enthusiastic wave from his place, in a gesture that was very uncharacteristic for the usually broody teen.

“Well you know I guess this is kind of a passion for him. And I want to support him in that.”

“Even if it is a food eating contest.” Kevin quipped.

Betty crossed her arms in front of her, “Yes, even if it is a food eating contest.” It was the Riverdale annual fair and after the murder of Jason Blossom, the shooting of Fred Andrews and the very near mutual destruction of both sides of town, some frivolity and fun was something the small town was in dire need of. She waved to Archie and Veronica who were making their way through the crowd. Their hands were clasped together as Archie led Veronica through the other onlookers to stand next to Betty and Kevin. Jughead gave another wave to his newly arrived supporters as the food was brought out onto the table in front of the participants. The announcer went through the competition rules while Jughead eyed eagerly the pile of burgers in front of him. Betty knew he must of been using all possible restraint to keep himself and his hands away from the temptation. The announcer began to count down as the competitors braced themselves.

“4, 3, 2, 1.” A horn sounded and the 10 ravenous men and women lined along the table started to eat their food. Before Betty could stop herself she was cheering him on, her voice soaring above the crowd as he briefly looked up at her, giving her a quick thumbs up before he continued. She elbowed Kevin, encouraging him to cheer with her and soon they were all screaming Jughead’s name.

Jughead was laying down in the back of Fred Andrew’s truck, clutching his belly. The small trophy next to him signifying his victory. Betty ran her fingers over his forehead as he groaned.

“Was it worth it?” she asked as she took the trophy in her hand before turning back towards her very ill looking boyfriend.

“Absolutely.”

Who would get the tattoo of their lover’s name?”

“Okay now before you say anything just remember I was drunk and this is all Archie’s fault.” Betty offered him a smile as he groaned and lifted off his shirt. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the word on his left pectoral. ‘Betts’ in cursive. He watched her carefully awaiting a response. “Look I know it’s not me. I can probably get it removed.” He started to babble before she took a step towards him, her fingers reaching out to trace the curve of the ‘B’ and his breath stilled.

He had come in worse for wear that morning.  Archie, his best man had promised a crazy bachelor party, despite Jughead’s very vocal protests and had delivered in full. She had been sitting at the breakfast bar eating her toast when he had slunk into the kitchen and told her he had done something stupid. Betty already had an inkling of what might have happened with Kevin sending her a photo earlier in the night of the group outside a tattoo parlour. But she had never expected Jughead to go through with it.

“Does it hurt?” Her fingertip traced the outline of her name careful not to press too hard.

“Like hell,” he admitted. Grateful for the fact that she didn’t seem to be freaking out.

“Want me to kiss it better?” He nodded and she leant forward to press a feather light kiss against to red, skin surrounding the tattoo. He gripped the counter behind him as she continued the trail across his skin to up his collarbone, and neck before meeting his lips in a kiss. “I like it,” she whispers in between their heated kisses and despite the thumping in his head and his body’s protests he spins her round and hoists her onto the counter delighting in the feeling of her legs wrapping around his hips bring his body flush with her own.

It’s the night after their wedding when she reveals her own little surprise to him, etched across her hip, forever his.

Who would wear the other’s clothes in public?

She tugs the flannel shirt tighter around her smaller frame, the garment swamping her as she walks into the school entry. Even though he is only across town she misses him. She worried for him being over at the Southside on his own. That she might lose him, that he might lose himself.

They hadn’t discussed the jacket, not really. Her face has shown her disapproval and her concern that he would follow in his father’s footsteps. It was true that FP Jones was not a bad man, but he had made some bad decisions. She didn’t want him to make the same ones.

His scent that lingered on the flannel brought her comfort which she desperately needed. She could hear the whispered breaths of her classmates. ‘She’s dating one of them.’ She pulled the flannel tighter, grasping the front of the shirt so tightly in her hand that her knuckles turned white. ‘Guess she really is a Serpent Slut.’ She tried not to let the words break through her armor, not to let them cut her she was a Cooper unkind things had been said about her family for years, especially the Cooper women.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Kevin waiting for her at her locker. A friendly face in a sea of snickers and twisted expressions. He hugged her tightly and she accepted his embrace.

“I’m sorry Betts.” He rested a hand on her shoulder as they broke their embrace. “Just when I was starting to like the guy.” Betty managed a slight laugh at his joke, only being reminded of the fact that he wasn’t there with her. She saw something flash in Kevin’s expression as she turned back to him after entering the combination on her locker which she couldn’t quite decipher. That was until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her torso pulling her into a strong chest that in recent times she had become intimately familiar with.

“Why do my clothes always look so much better on you?” He whispered into her ear. The smile spread across her face as she spun round to face him. Without thinking of where they were, or even who they were now she cupped his face in her hands before pressing her lips against his in a chaste kiss. His arms holding her close to him as she broke the kiss still smiling up at him.

“What are you doing here?” she asks grasping his arms tightly just to make sure he is real.

“I missed you. And apparently someone’s mom had some strong and convincing argument with the school board.”

“Looks like me and Veronica aren’t the only ones totally shipping you two. Mama Cooper has joined the team.” Kevin stated as Betty shot him a smile.

“So they said I could finish the school year here and then re-evaluate at the end of the year.”

“I’m really glad Juggie,” Betty said as she squeezed him tighter in her embrace. Suddenly thanks to her mom the rest of the school year did not seem as daunting as it once had. She was keeping this particular flannel shirt of his it seemed to be a lucky one.

Who is the caring one who would do anything for you in an instant?

There is a loud groan from the couch and Jughead is in the living room in an instant, hovering over Betty as she changes position.

“You okay?” He asks not easily able to hide the concern from his voice.

“Just moving.” Betty replies as she attempts again to change her position the size of her stomach at 9 months pregnant makes every movement, no matter how small difficult.

“Let me help.” He offers his arm to hold onto as she grasps onto it and he hoists her into position as she struggles to move up the couch to lean against the armrest her pillows shifting around her. “Do you need more pillows?” He examines the current pillow situation as she shakes her head and gives a final shuffle to get herself into the desired position.

“I wish she would just come already. She’s a week late.” Betty exclaimed, more than over being pregnant. “She must take after her dad.” She pointed an accusing finger at Jughead as if his trait for never being on time had somehow been passed down to his unborn daughter through genetics.

“I don’t think it works like that.” He chuckled. Betty gave him a pointed look and he snapped his mouth shut. “Or maybe it does.” He eagerly suggested. Betty let out another frustrated groan. She was trying desperately to keep calm and patient especially with Jughead who had been supportive through the pregnancy. Giving into her crazy food demands at 3.00am in the morning, rubbing her feet when she couldn’t quite reach anymore. Even allowing Mama Cooper to move in for a short time once the baby was born at Betty’s request.

“I’m sorry Jug, hormones.” He nodded in understanding and pressed a kiss against her damp forehead, sweaty from the moving around.

“I’ll go get you some more water, and then I’m going to give you the best foot rub that is going to make you completely forget about little Miss’s tardiness.” He pat her leg as he went to move to the kitchen.

“Juggie,” she said quietly. “I think my water just broke.” Apparently Emily had perfect timing.

Who brings home a stray dog and begs the other to keep it?

“Juggie!” He could feel his body tense up as he heard her voice shout from the kitchen. “What is this?” He rushed into the kitchen to find Betty looking down at the sheepdog that was in the middle of their kitchen. There was a set of muddy pawprints from the backdoor into the middle of the floor. The dog was happily sitting in front of Betty wagging his tail excitedly and Jughead just thanked his lucky stars that he had not jumped up to try and lick her, yet.

“It’s a dog,” he replied plainly, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I can see that Jug. What is a dog doing in our kitchen?” The dog gave an excited bark at the raising of her voice and ran over to Jughead who bent down in an instant rubbing behind his ears.

“Well I was walking home from the register and he kind of followed me. I thought maybe we could give him a home.” He pressed his head up against the older sheepdog who was now panting and Betty was not sure which one was giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes at the moment. “Please.” There it was, the slight pout of his lips with those pleading eyes was her undoing.

She let out a groan, “Fine.”

Jughead wrapped his arms around the large dog who enthusiastically licked his face.

Betty came to bend down next to him, scratching the dog behind the ears. “I’m guessing you have already given him a name.”

“Yep, Hot Dog.”

Who bounces their leg up and down constantly?

She is trying to focus on her computer screen and the article that she is writing but her attention keeps drifting. It was their next issue following their expose on Chuck Clayton and the pressure is on to live up to the name that they have made for the Blue and Gold in the short time since it’s revival.

She has started to notice little things about him that she never has before, or maybe she has and just hasn’t given them the attention in her mind that they now demand. He is bouncing his leg up and down as he types furiously at the keyboard, he does that, she’s noticed when he has an idea in his head that needs to be committed to the page and it’s as if his body can’t contain the idea and it’s excitement. It flows through his body as nervous energy until he’s finished and he will lean back in his chair his hands behind his head, give a deep sigh of satisfaction before calling her over.

There is also the way how when he leans over to type into his laptop that that one stray curl that always seems to escape the confines of his beanie falls over his forehead, bouncing slightly as he bounces his own leg. She realises that she is staring at him now her own work long forgotten as she starts to imagine other things.

She wonders what his hair is like now underneath that beanie, it’s been so long since she has seen him without it. Which leads to thoughts about what it might feel like under her fingertips. To run her fingers what she could only assume was a head of thick wavy locks. Her eyes travelled to his fingers, watching as they travelled almost elegantly across his keyboard and she was soon imagining them interlaced with her own, travelling delicately across her wrist, tracing the scars across her palm that she hid from the world. And then inevitably she was at his lips. Pursed in their concentration. They weren’t necessarily full nor thin, perfect, and at that very thought a heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She wanted to know whether they were as soft as they looked.

“Betts.” She blinked herself out of her musings at the sound of him saying her name. His mouth forming the words in a way that made her stomach flip, but in a good way. “I’ve finished, you want to have a look.” She plastered on the smile that had become so good at hiding her true intentions, the smile of a friend. Not something else. Not what she really wanted.

Who proposes?

All of a sudden that black velvet box feels so heavy in his pocket. He continues to watch her as she looks out over the city of Paris and he wishes he could freeze time if only for this moment. He knows she hates the word perfect but to him she is and always will be. She’s perfect for him. He walks to join her at the balcony after snapping his last picture of her, the wind whipping through her hair, the sun glistening making it look like spun gold. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. She sighs at the contact and relaxes against his chest in his arms, her hands on his arms keeping him close. He leans his head on her shoulder, pressing a kiss against her cheek.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She muses, and he nods in agreement. He manages to slip one arm away returning to his pocket to pull out the little black box.

“It sure is.” To be honest he couldn’t care less about the view or where they are. All that matters is that they are together. “Betts.” He starts and there is still that hesitation in his voice. No matter how many times he has practiced asking, choosing the right words the right moment he still is nervous. She turns her face to him concerned after all these years she can hear the slight change in his voice betraying his emotion.

“Jug?” She turns her body to face him, her hand reaching up to rest against his check, eyes searching his.

“Betts.” He starts again. Before he bends down to one knee, holding the box open in front of him like he has seen in a million movies when he worked at the drive in. “Will you marry me?” She is trying to find words but can’t, instead she nods her head enthusiastically, blinking back happy tears as he rises to encircle her in his arms. She pulls him into a kiss, pouring everything she has into it as he pulls her against him. The happy couple oblivious to the clapping of the crowd that has gathered around them.

Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when they are tired?

“Stop it Juggie, stop it.” She said through her laboured breathing.

“What?” he asks innocently before he does it again. She’s exhausted. Finals are coming up and she has been cramming like crazy the past few days. He had to practically drag her from her dorm room to come and see a movie with him. He reasoned that she needed to escape the confines of that room and her own expectations for one night. She had sighed heavily before shutting her laptop and letting him wrap his arms around her.

They had gone to the local cinema. She hadn’t visited much not during her first year of college when she was trying so hard to make a good first impression. He had on the other hand visited every chance he got taking on a much more relaxed approach to the first year of college in contrast to her.

He bent down to his popcorn box again picking up the pieces stuck to his tongue keeping a straight face as they tumbled back into the box, making Betty glad they weren’t sharing. It was silly she knew it was but she couldn’t help the laugh that was erupting from inside of her. Making it difficult to breath. Trying to catch her breath and just when she had managed to stifle her laugh to a giggle he would do it again, starting the loop all over again.

“Please - Juggie - I can’t - breathe.” She managed to get out and he relented putting the box down on the empty seat next to him. She took a deep breath again and managed to calm herself only slightly giggling again as she pictured his antics again in her mind. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her as close as the seats would allow and lent forward to steal a sip of her drink. “Hey,” she exclaimed pulling the drink away.

“Come on Betts. I’ll share my popcorn.”

“No way, Juggie.” A laugh starting to bubble up inside her again at the exaggerated pout on his lips as she returned her cup to between them offering him the straw, he took a long sip before pressing a kiss to her cheek in thanks.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again Betts, even if I know it’s only because you are about to crash.” She slapped him playfully on the chest.

“Am not.” She snuggled further against his chest as the lights dimmed in the theatre signalling the movie was about to start. He heard her chuckle at the ads playing on the screen before her breathing slowed and he looked down to see her eyes closed, glad that she had finally allowed herself a reprieve. He placed his lips gently against the top of her head, thankful that he was the one to give her some peace.

[tea-and-cardigans]

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