I've been sitting on this fic for a while and I feel like this fandom needs some fluff at the moment.

While I have some bits and pieces written already, don't expect any regular updates as it's more of a side project for me. Despite that, I hope you can still enjoy these random bits of Bughead's future life :)

Big thank you to ladybughead on tumblr, for fixing this for me :*

"And this is the last one," Jughead says triumphantly as he sets a cardboard box on the breakfast bar and wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. The floor of the shared kitchen and living room area is covered with boxes of various sizes, all waiting to be unpacked. He doesn't remember having this much stuff when they were moving into their college apartment with Archie and Veronica, but back then they had two extra sets of hands to help them. For some reason, today all of their friends seemed to be busy so that left him and Betty to carry everything into their new Brooklyn apartment.

"Great," Betty chirps from the other side of the room. She's wearing a sheer white top and jean shorts, her own flannel tied around her waist, honey blonde hair in a messy bun. When Jughead looks at her, he knows all the hauling of boxes and furniture was worth it. For the first time they'll be living alone without any family members or friends sharing their space and her skimpy outfit makes him think of all the different ways they can enjoy the newly found privacy. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a smear of dirt across my face again?"

"No." Jughead shakes his head with laughter, walking towards her as a wide smile spreads across his face. "You're perfect. And I was thinking about how happy I am to start this new chapter of our life together," he says and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a soft kiss.

To Betty the word perfect always felt like an unachievable expectation rather than a compliment. But she knows it's different coming from Jughead. When he calls her perfect, he means perfect for him. And the more flaws of hers that he discovers the surer he seems to be of that. "Aren't you sappy?" She giggles when they pull apart, already missing the feeling of his lips on hers. They've been together for almost seven years, but not once has she felt her love or attraction for him fading. And just by looking at him she knows he feels the same.

"Yes, I am. And It's all on you. He grins, kissing her again, this time with more urgency and passion until she's gasping against his lips when his hands slide from her waist to cup her butt. Giving it a squeeze as he pulls her closer to him.

"I made you this way as well, right?" She cocks her eyebrow and bites her lip, twisting a piece of his hair around her finger. Except for a few occasions he gave up on his crown beanie a long time ago and Betty enjoys being able to run her hand through his dark locks anytime she feels like it.

"Well, yeah." Jughead smirks at her and leans over to kiss her again, but she quickly pulls away.

"Business before pleasure, Juggie," she says, shoving a box cutter into his hand, moving across the room again and hoping that putting some physical distance between them will stop them from ripping their clothes off and actually allows them to get some unpacking done first. While she likes to pretend she has better control of her urges than Jughead, she knows she's just a step away from telling him to forget about the boxes and instead christen every surface in their new apartment.

"I thought being an adult meant I can choose pleasure first." Jughead twists his lips into an exaggerated pout and folds his arms.

"Well, I have to motivate you somehow." Betty gives him a playful wink, bending over a box extra slowly, knowing his eyes are following her every move. "Otherwise we'll never get things done," she adds, wiggling her ass a little until she hears him gasp across the room and she smirks to herself.

"I'm on it," he says and starts opening the boxes as quickly as possible, uddenly having found the previously missing motivation.

The following morning Betty wakes up to an annoying beeping sound and for a second she's confused where she is. Their bedroom to be is still empty save for a dresser in the corner and the only part of the bed they have so far, the mattress.

She glances at her phone, surprised when it reads 11:07am. She never sleeps in that late and she definitely never sleeps longer than Jughead. But the moving and unpacking the previous day followed by intense love making at night seemed to drain her and send her into a deep sleep. Though not deep enough to sleep through the beeping coming from the kitchen. She quickly grabs Jughead's T-shirt that he discarded on the floor next to the mattress the previous night and pulls it over her head before heading to the kitchen to investigate the source of the sound.

The beeping stops the moment she enters the room and she sees Jughead standing on the breakfast bar, holding a piece of white plastic in his hand. "What's going on here?" Betty asks as, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Did it wake you?" Jughead looks at her apologetically, sticking the plastic back to the ceiling and hopping down.

"Yeah, but that's fine." She waves her hand nonchalantly as a yawn escapes her mouth. "What happened here?" She looks around the room that is still mostly covered by boxes, a few more kitchen supplies pulled out and spread across the counters.

"I was looking for some plates and I guess it took me longer than it took the sausage to catch on fire," Jughead answers simply and points to the sink that is now filled with a pan and a very black looking sausage that is stuck to it. "I went out to get some groceries and I thought I could surprise you with some nice breakfast, but I guess we'll have to stick with cereals this morning."

"Well you got the surprise part right." She giggles and stands up on her tiptoes to kiss him good morning. "Hey," she whispers as she pulls away, finally greeting him properly.

"Hey there," he replies and his eyes slide up and down her body, marveling at how incredibly long her legs look when she's wearing nothing but his shirt. "Can I at least offer you some coffee?" he asks when he's finally done ogling her and holds up the pot.

"Just a sec, need to get the mugs." Betty rummages through a couple of boxes labeled as kitchen, before finally pulling out a matching pair of simple white mugs with words Mr. and Mrs. Jones written in elegant black cursive and setting them on the counter.

"By the way, nice shirt, Mrs. Jones. Where did you get it?" he asks with a smirk as he pours them coffee.

"Why thank you, Mr. Jones," she replies with her warmest smile. "My husband always leaves them lying around. I think he wants me to wear them."

"I'm sure he does."

While I have a lot of ideas for this myself, feel free to hit me up with any prompts that would fit this universe and I'll see what I can do :)

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