While this week's Riverdale didn't leave me with an acute need of fluff, I hope you'll still appreciate a little domestic something. I'm hoping to bring something related to Thanksgiving next week, so hopefully by writing it here I'll find the motivation to finish it :D

"A housewarming party?" Jughead raises his eyebrows, the look on his face clearly saying he doesn't like the idea. "I thought not living with Veronica meant not having to host ridiculous parties anymore."

"I know, I know." Betty sighs. Living with Veronica for four years meant being dragged to and forced to co-host a number of parties that neither Betty nor Jughead really wanted to attend. "But for once I think this is a good idea. You know I've been finding it hard to connect with my colleagues from the new job and maybe if I can invite them to the party they'll finally warm up to me."

"You shouldn't have to do anything extra to make them like you. You're such an amazing woman. They'll soon realize that and love you just like everyone else." He brushes his fingers against her cheek, hoping she knows he means every word.

"Well maybe. But I'd like to speed up the process. Please, Juggie." She bats her eyelashes at him and Jughead lets out a resigned sigh. He has never been able to say no to Betty when she does that and she knows it. Thankfully she only uses it against him on rare occasions.

"Okay. But there better be some real food and not just those tiny little sandwiches that can't keep you full no matter how many you eat." He still remembers how upset Veronica was the last time she threw a party and he managed to eat most of the food before all the guests even arrived. To his defense, she should've known better.

Betty giggles and presses a kiss to Jughead's cheek. "Thank you." She smiles at him sweetly and tries to wipe the trace of her lipstick from his face with her thumb. "You can be in charge of the food if you want."

"I guess there is no better choice."

"Did something happen?" Betty asks when she sees a strange look on Jughead's face as he enters their apartment. It looks like something between confused and terrified and she has no idea what could've caused such a reaction during his short trip to the nearby grocery store.

"I met this red haired middle-aged woman who lives down the hall and I may have invited her to the party," he says as he puts a box filled with wine bottles and various snacks on the breakfast bar. "I don't know how it happened. She saw me bringing the wine bottles and asked what the occasion was and the next thing I know I'm saying she should come over. I'm sorry, Betts, I don't know how it happened."

"It's okay, Juggie," Betty giggles never having seen Jughead so flustered. Well, save for when they first started dating. Somehow the transition from her longtime friend to a boyfriend made the eloquence that he prides himself on so much go completely out of the window. "Housewarming parties should be about meeting your neighbors as well. We've lived here for a month and I think I haven't spoken to a single person in this building."

"Oh, okay." Jughead lets out a sigh of relief, glad that his moment of social ineptness isn't going to ruin the party. It's been a few days since Betty and Veronica started planning the party, but except for having some say in the choice of food he hasn't been given any information on what the housewarming party is even supposed to look like and who should or shouldn't be invited. He still wishes there wasn't any party happening, but since Betty seems excited, he's excited for her and tries to help with the preparation as much as she allows him to.

The party is in full swing and Betty has talked to more people in the past hour than she thought was possible. Perhaps she got a bit overexcited when she started inviting her colleagues. What usually feels like a pretty spacious kitchen and living room area, is now crowded with people making her feel the tiniest bit claustrophobic.

She scans the room for Jughead, feeling like she needs to take a break from interacting with the people she barely knows for a moment. When her eyes finally spot him, he's standing by the breakfast bar with a redheaded woman she has never seen before and Betty's pretty sure it must be the neighbor he accidentally invited. She watches them for a couple of seconds, deciding whether she wants to join them and meet yet another new person or whether she'll just stand by herself for a few more moments to refuel energy for further socializing. Her decision is made quickly when she sees the woman put her hand on Jughead's chest as she throws her head back in an exaggerated laugh. Soon after Betty finds herself strolling across the room, mustering her best fake smile.

"Hi, you must be one of our neighbors my husband invited," Betty says extending her arm towards the woman, while she sneaks the other one around Jughead's waist in a clear sign of possessiveness. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Betty. Betty Jones." She adds the last name as an emphasis. "How are you enjoying our party?"

The flirty smile quickly disappears from the woman's face as she was apparently not expecting the handsome young man, who has just moved into their building, would have an equally pretty wife. "It's lovely. I wish I could stay longer, but I still have plenty of stuff to do," the redhead says, clearly unhappy to learn of Betty's existence. "It was nice meeting you two."

"Likewise." Betty replies in her nicest fake tone that Alice made her practice back in elementary school and waves the woman good bye.

"What just happened?" Jughead asks, clearly confused about what just went on in front of his eyes. He likes to think he's a good observer and can read people's emotions from their faces, but something unspoken just seemed to happen between his wife and their neighbor and he failed to catch it.

"Oh, Juggie. While the girls in high school weren't all over you for reasons that are beyond me, middle-aged women like our lovely neighbor sure seem to notice what a catch you are," she explains with a slight frown.

"I guess I need to get better at wearing my ring." He laughs, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. "Can't have women throwing themselves at me when I am so clearly taken with my lovely and slightly jealous wife, now can I?"

"I'm not jealous," Betty says, feeling slightly offended. Jealousy is for people who were insecure about their relationship. And that doesn't apply to Betty and Jughead at all. "I just want everyone to know that my man is off limits," she adds, pursing her lips. Maybe she's a little jealous after all, but certainly not insecure.

"I'm your man?" Jughead asks with a smirk.

"Of course. Mine and mine alone." She smiles and he dips down to capture her lips with his, wondering what he did to deserve a woman like Betty in his life. Whatever it was, it was the best decision he ever made.

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