Which one reads OTP prompts and says "Oh that's us!" and which one goes "Eh, not really"?

"Oh that's us for sure," she exclaims. Her finger pointing at one of the sentences in amongst the others.

"It's really not, Betts," he replied, as she looked at him a scowl crossing her face. She snatched the laptop from his hands as he smirked at her. Betty Cooper did not like to be wrong.

She faced the laptop to Veronica who was sitting opposite them at the booth at Pop's. Veronica looked cautiously at Jughead before moving back to Betty who had the 'remember your my friend' look on her face.

"Number 4, that's us isn't it?"

"I'm not sure, Betts." Betty let out a furstrated groan before turning her attention to Archie who was trying not to make eye contact, knowing he would be called upon for his opinion next.

"Archie," she said and then a little louder "Archie!" when he did not turn towards her. "Number 4 on that list is me and Juggie, right?" There was an insistence in her tone telling him what the right answer was, he looked towards Jughead who shrugged his shoulders, before leaning back in the booth, leaving him to flounder on his own. He next turned to his own girlfriend Veronica who was staring at her milkshake intently as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Before he finally looked at Betty again who was watching him intently waiting for his answer, leaning forward towards towards the table her palms spread out on the surface. "Well," she urged on.

"I guess," he responded to the audible groans of Veronica and Jughead, who were both shaking their heads at him.

Betty meanwhile turned to her boyfriend the look of satisfaction all over her face, as she took some whipped cream on her finger from her milkshake and popped it in her mouth, winking at him as she did so.

Number 4: Person A is baking cookies and has to split their attention between watching the time and fighting off Person B, who keeps trying to steal the cookie dough from the bowl.

If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Betty Cooper prides herself in giving everything she has to all aspects of her life. She doesn't do things by halves. So when she found that they would need to break into the Mueseum of Natural History to expose Professor Smith she had spent hours researching the security system, in addition to setting up a lines of red string criss crossing all over her dorm room, much to the aggravation of her roommate who already thought she was a bit 'weird'. She had been practicing making her way through the strings without touching, her cheerleader background had come in handy, her flexibility and balance enabling her to soon make her way through effortlessly. She knew then she was ready.

She pulled the black turtleneck over her head, pulling her ponytail tight as she pulled the black gloves over her fingers. Ready for a night of breaking and entering the last time she had done that was back at High School.

She looked at the pattern the lasers in front of her created, she had spent weeks prepping for this and now it was time to put it all to good use. Jughead well, he brought a bag of chips. She had stared at him in disbelief, and at her look he held out the bag to her encouraging her to take one.

"We are breaking into a high security building, Jug, and you brought chips?" she whispered the disapproval in her tone clear.

"I was hungry," he replied as if confused by her question. She let out a sigh, and surveyed the lasers in front of her. She tightened her already painfully tight ponytail, a nervous habit she just couldn't seem to shake, as she started to make her way through the lasers. A few well placed backflips had her moving well through the beams, as she moved closer to her goal. She was balancing delicately between two close beams of light, when a loud 'CRUNCH' broke her concentration, her head whipping around to see a sheepish grin on her boyfriends face as he slowly chewed and swallowed what was in his mouth. Before mouthing the word 'Sorry'. She huffed before she cleared the last laser, pulling down the lever on the opposite side of the wall shutting the lasers off, as he made his way towards her, his bag reaching into the bag to pull out another handful of chips, before shoving them into his open mouth.

He held out the bag again, as she sighed loudly reaching in to take one as he smiled back at her. Despite his poor choice of breaking and entering snacks she couldn't think of anyone else that she would want by her side while they did this.

Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

She farewells him at the airport, wiping the tears from her eyes as he gives a final wave as he leaves through the departure gates. It's only a month she keeps telling herself, a month out of a year, it's nothing really. She knew that this would be part of the deal, he was a published author now, promotion was inevitable. He had delayed it as much a he could. He didn't want to be away from her, he wanted to take her with him, but knew that she had her own commitments back in Riverdale.

Their small house seems so empty without him, she finds herself looking for him when she enters a room, reaching out to feel the warmth of his body in their bed in the morning only to feel the bare cold sheets. She is sitting at her desk looking at the photo on her desk of the two of them at Pop's diner in their usual booth, both smiling at the camera, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder as she leant into his chest.

"Betty Cooper." She looks up as she hears her name to see a delivery man, with a small box, looking around the room. She stands up, walking up to him, and he holds out a form for her to sign. She examines the small box, wondering what it could contain. She notices a few of her other colleagues looking over in her direction out of curiosity.

She opens the small package and takes out the item, a smile spreading across her face. It is a snowglobe, a little figure of the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building contained within, she gives it a shake watching the small specks of fake snow floating around in a flurry. She sets it on her desk next to their photo, and pulls out the small card in the box, finding in his handwriting, scratchy and barely legible, 'Wish you were here, Betts. Love Jughead.' She holds the card up against her chest, imagining him leant over a desk or counter writing the words and she misses him more than ever. She wipes her eyes with her sleeve, urging herself not to cry in her office, instead giving her snow globe another shake and finding the motion of the 'snow' inside relaxing and soothing.

A week later another package arrives and she opens it eagerly finding another snowglobe this time from Nashville, a large acoustic guitar surrounded by buildings, along with another note. 'The music would sound better with you here, Betts. Love Jughead.'

Every week she gets a small package, always a snowglobe and a note. She speaks with him on the phone but neither one of them mentions the gifts as if it is something that would lose it's magic and meaning if they talked about it, so they talk about everything else instead. His tour is going well but he's exhausted and she misses him like crazy but is also keeping herself busy at home and at work.

It is the final week of his book tour and she is packing up the small army of snowglobes that has slowly started to take over her desk, she had tried to hide her disappointment that morning when she hadn't received her usual package reasoning that he must be busy in the final week and she would see him soon anyway, in person, feeling giddy at the very thought.

She is placing the final one in the box, when she hears giggles from her co-workers, she turns around to see what amusement is happening in the office when she comes face to face with her boyfriend, a wide grin on his face and a small snowglobe in his hands. She lets out a shriek, before covering her mouth with her hand and he chuckles in response, her eyes dart to the object in his hands, a snowglobe for Riverdale, the iconic Pop's diner, the town hall and the Maple trees. She can't wait any longer as she wraps her arms around his neck, practically leaping into his arms as he pulls her close. Her lips capture his own, in a kiss that she pours all her feelings into, her longing and she feels him groan in response, and she forgets where she is, before there is an 'ahem' from her boss breaking them apart, both of them looking like two teenagers who just got caught making out, which isn't too far from the truth.

He has to fly out again in the morning, to finish his commitments, but for that night he is home and they make the most of their time together.

Which one gives the other their jacket?

He handed her the jacket that he knew she was so wary of. She knew what was brewing in Riverdale, their very own civil war, and they happened to be on opposite sides. She was scared for him, he knew that. She wanted to protect him, but he was loyal, loyal to his dad and those who had sided with him and taken him under their wing. She took it reluctantly slinging it over her shoulders as they walked to her home.

They had been out to Pop's as usual, but it was starting to lose the shine on it. They were no longer the love sick teenagers who had sipped on milkshakes and been relieved that a killer had been caught. That at least that mystery had been solved. Only leaving space for something bigger and in ways more sinister to take it's place.

She knew that him moving to the Southside would have created a space between them, she knew when she told her mother that it would change things between them and it had. He seemed older now, more confident, yes, but the stress had taken it's toll on him, just as she imagined it had on her to. She gripped the jacket tighter around herself, trying to keep the cold out as much as she could. The tighter she pulled it around her body the more she could smell his scent, and it made her yearn for him even though he was standing right there.

When they reached her house she didn't invite him in. She knew he would refuse anyway, he was aware of what her mum thought of his current choices and Betty's continued involvement with him. Instead she kissed him on the cheek, as she shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and handed it back to him. It felt so heavy in her hands, and the weight lifted as he took it from her and put it back on. They looked at each other for a moment each waiting for the other to say something to bring them back closer together. Instead all she said was goodnight.

Who keeps getting threatened by the other's overprotective older sibling?

"Jughead Jones." He spun around to look in the direction where he had heard his name. Seeing a heavily pregnant Polly coming out of her bedroom. Betty was still downstairs helping her mum and dad get dinner ready while he had gone to the bathroom up stairs.

"Polly, hey," he said casually. She didn't respond instead moving closer towards him and he realises that he is now backed up against the wall of the hallway.

"I love my sister, Jughead." her tone is not the usual friendly, light one that he is used to hearing from the eldest Cooper sibling. He simply nodded, as she moved closer to his face. "So I don't need to tell you what I would do to someone who ever hurt her." There was such an edge to her voice and her eyes had an intensity which made him swallow hard. It was such a contrast to the pretty pastel dress and pretty headband holding her hair back from her face.

"I would never hurt Betty." He choked out.

"That makes me very happy to hear that, Jughead." She moved away from him before patting him on the shoulder. "Because I wouldn't want to have to do anything too strenuous in my condition." She raised her eyebrows, staring at him making sure that he was receiving her message loud and clear. He was nodding again, his head seemingly on it's own accord.

"You don't have anything to worry about," he assured her. While also looking anxiously around the cramped hallway, trying to map out an escape route. But she seemed satisfied with his answer as she plastered a happy smile on her face, her eyes loosing that intensity which had made him feel nauseous before.

"Great." The unmistakable Cooper tone in her voice. And with that she gave him a quick hug, before turning on her heels and making her way down the hallway to join the rest of the Cooper family. Jughead braced himself against the wall with his hands, and he thought Alice Cooper was the scary one.

How good would your OTP be at parenting?

They were both sitting on the park bench watching over as their two daughters were set loose on the park. Emily, their youngest, went straight for the puddles as they knew she would, she was wearing her new gumboots and raincoat so some splashing was in order. She was a free spirit, and had a lightness to her like her mum. A smile that could make your day better in an instant and a kindness that just emanated from her.

Hannah meanwhile was the more cautious and reserved of the two. She was more like her father, everyone said how she was an 'old soul'. She stood to the side of the park, more comfortable to observe than to participate. Except for those who were closest to her, those would see her true personality and her sardonic humour which she had inherited from her father which at times would frustrate her mother to no end.

"I think we're doing all right, Betts." Jughead leant over to his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him and she snuggled up close, while they continued to watch. It hadn't been easy, Betty had struggled at first, she had always hated the word 'perfect' but for Hannah she wanted to be, for the first time in her life she wanted to be perfect but felt that she was always falling short. Jughead himself had realised that she needed help too late, wrapped up in his own pressures that he had put upon himself to be the 'rock' of the family, to not make the same mistakes as his father. But they had sought help together, with the encouragement of Alice and they had made it through. Each day still came with it's own challenges but together as a team they made it through. Betty squeezed his hand tightly in her own and looked up into his eyes.

"Yeah I think we're doing pretty well."

Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

She knew that the two of them were hiding something as soon as she entered the house. The hushed words and giggles were a dead give away. She mentally prepared herself for whatever was waiting for her in the front lounge. The hushed words and giggles stopped as soon as she entered the lounge room, two sets of eyes watching her carefully as she took off her coat laying it on the back of the couch and putting her bag down, she could see her daughter trying to hide something behind her back.

"Okay, what have you two done this time?" she asked, looking pointedly at her husband, the one she had left in charge or so she thought. She can see the sheepish expressions mirrored on their faces and she is again struck by just how alike the two are, that sometimes she feels outnumbered. While she waits for one of them to answer her, preferably the one who is the adult, a sharp bark fills the room.

Betty's eyes immediately snap to her husband, who looks away. A small sheepdog puppy is soon in her daughter's arms as she snuggles it. She wants to be angry, she wants to have a private word with him upstairs but seeing her daughter holding the small animal, while she makes cooing sounds and whispers to it, melts away any anger that had started to build. She continues to watch as she feels his arm wrap around her pulling her close to his body, as he presses a kiss on top of her head, and she lays her head against his chest.

"You are still in so much trouble, you know that right?" He chuckles at this and she feels the sound against her cheek.

"Worth it, Betts."

Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Jughead took his seat reluctantly alongside Kevin. Betty had let known her wishes for him and Kevin to be closer. At lunch Kevin had suggested that they go and watch the football game, Betty had clapped along excitedly at this, and he couldn't say no, could he, not when her face lit up like that at the prospect of the two of them getting along. They had awkwardly waited at the concession stand together after Betty had run off to join the rest of the River Vixens, before they grabbed their snacks, Kevin shooting a questioning look towards Jughead at the sheer amount of food that he was holding in his arms to which Jughead had simply shrugged.

They had found some seats where they could easily see the game and were directly in front of where the River Vixens would be supporting their team. Now Jughead had never actually been to watch a football game before, sure he had hung out occasionally waiting for Archie to finish his game before they would go to hang out at Pop's but he'd never actually watched the game or taken an interest in the cheerleaders, it just wasn't his scene.

He gave a sheepish wave to Betty as she came out with the others, her short skirt swinging with every small movement she made and her ponytail bouncing with every step she took.

"You know how lucky you are don't you?" Kevin broke the silence that the two had established ever since Betty had left them to get ready. "She's special, our Betty."

"I am aware," he responded, his eyes never leaving Betty as she started to complete her warm up stretches. He was mentally kicking himself for not coming to a game before this one, he was not sure how he felt having a cheerleader for a girlfriend, something like that was from a world so foreign to his own, but he was still a teenage boy and watching Betty lift her leg high up above her head as she stretched made a heat begin to pool in his belly, he could barely hear Kevin above the sound of his own blood pumping, his mouth dry.

"You've never seen her perform before have you?" Kevin asked already knowing the answer. Jughead only shook his head, his eyes not leaving her as the music started and she began to sway her hips in a way that he had never imagined good girl next door Betty Cooper would. He watched intently as she danced to the routine in what he assumed was perfection, or it was to him anyway. As the routine finished and she started to wave to the crowd and give him a wink, he was on his feet before he knew it clapping enthusiastically as Kevin looked up as if someone had replaced the Jughead Jones that they all knew and left another in his place. When he let out an uncharacteristic whoop, Kevin grabbed him by the arm pulling him back down into his seat, which seemed to remind Jughead where he was, as he ducked his head in embarrassment, seeing some of the other cheerleaders whispering to Betty, and pointing up to him in the stands, before Cheryl was barking orders at them to get back into formation for the football players to arrive on the field.

He managed to restrain himself, barely for the rest of the game, as he tried to keep himself still during the cheer routines, having no idea what was happening in the actual game, but very highly aware of where Betty was at all times. He wasn't ever going to miss another game again.

Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

She had opened the umbrella and walked over to his crouching form when the rain had started to get heavier. He had been knelt down looking at the gravestone in front of him, talking to it when the rain started up, he had barely even noticed the droplets falling on him. He felt her hand soft on his shoulder as she covered him. He could feel himself about to break, but he held on, knowing that he needed to be the strong one. He was a grown man now, with his own family, realising his dreams of being a published author and although he had worked hard to get where he was so much of the highlights of his life were down to the name that was now across the cold piece of stone in front of him.

Forsyth Pendleton Jones II, Loving Father, Grandfather and Devoted Husband.

She held him when he cracked, as he turned his body towards her, sobbing into her chest as she wrapped one arm around him pulling him closer while the other continued to hold the umbrella above them, keeping them protected. She would protect him always.