i was posting too much of betty

reasons why jughead jones is me

- “sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world.”
- has like two different outfits
- but they look the same
- resting bitch face™
- is sleep deprived since fourth grade probably
- so dark circles under his eyes aren’t even a temporary thing anymore
- likes way too much beanies
- kinda gay

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

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I am so excited to share this with you! And really lucky to have been allowed to post this too! This is the scene in Glitchtale s2e3 in which Alphys confronts Betty dubbed by the original voice actors!

If it wasn’t already obvious, I’m Alphys. :)

The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.


It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

betsforsythetrash  asked:

Could you write something where F.P. is in Bughead's lives in the future? Like clean, sober, doting Dad helping plan the wedding or dancing with Betty at their reception or BABYSITTING their child or something? (:

Not gonna lie, I got ridiculously carried away with this, I literally just sat for ages and wrote it all in one go! I was gonna post this tomorrow but I’m too impatient so here you go :)

Thank you so much for the prompt, clearly I had some FP family feels I needed to get out <3


Jughead wasn’t sure why he’d come. Maybe it was because he knew that this time was different. His dad, though perpetually drunk, could usually take care of himself. It was a rare instance when he rang his son, babbling incoherently on the line about how he was sorry, that he couldn’t do this anymore. But that’s exactly what had happened tonight, which was why Jughead was currently making his way up the steps of FP’s trailer at 2AM on a Thursday.

“Dad?” he called out in trepidation, peering around the room at the mess of empty bottles and stale takeout cartons. A groan rang out from the kitchen to his left. Rounding the corner he found his dad, hunched against the cabinets on the floor, broken glass surrounding him, sticky amber liquid pouring out from what remained of the whiskey bottle, blood quickly soaking the fabric of his shirt from the gash in his hand. “Jesus, Dad.” Jughead crouched to get a closer look, tilting FP’s head to meet his foggy, unfocused eyes. He sighed, turning to his hand, picking up the heavy limb and examining the wound. “It’s not that deep, hold on.” He straightened up, searching the draws for a clean dishtowel to wrap around the wound while he cleaned up as best he could. He’d brushed up most of the glass when he realised it would be better to move his dad out of the way if he was going to get this done more efficiently. The smell of alcohol was starting to burn his nose. Jughead flung open a window before reaching down to pick up his dad, staggering against the dead weight that now bore across his shoulders. He dropped him into a nearby chair with a groan, placing a glass of water in front of him before turning back to the task at hand.

FP watched him with dazed eyes, head lolling slightly, blinking slowly as if he were insurmountably tired. Jughead tried not to feel the weight of his gaze burning into the back of his head as he swept, grabbing a mop to tackle the next mess. He was filling up the bucket with warm water when FP finally spoke.

“’m sorry, Jug.” The words were barely defined. Jughead scoffed, slamming the tap off and rested his hands against the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white with the strain.

“Why do you keep saying that?” he bit out. FP blanched at the venom in his son’s voice, one that he hadn’t heard before. Disappointment, sure. Weariness, definitely. But this? Never. “You don’t mean it, you never mean it. If you were sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it over and over.” FP hung his head in shame. “Did you even try? Did you even pretend, to yourself, that this time it could be different?” Jughead turned finally to look at his broken mess of a father. His eyes were hard, fed up of being forgiving. “I can’t believe another one of your empty promises.” He tried to keep the crack out of his voice.

“This time…” FP trailed off, voice drowsy. “You’re mom, Jellybean…” The sound of Jughead slamming a fist against the counter echoed throughout the trailer.

“Stop!” he shouted, tucking his quivering lower lip between his teeth, willing the tears away. He didn’t want to cry over this anymore. It was beyond repair, beyond redemption. “I can’t hold on to this hope, anymore. I’m sixteen, Dad. This isn’t… it shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to pick you up off the floor,” he let out a humourless laugh, “on a school night.” Jughead averted his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get this out if he didn’t look away. “I have to start looking for a home somewhere else. With Mr Andrews and Archie. With Betty.” He paused, the image he conjured up of the blonde girl with the soft green eyes and gentle touch calmed him. She felt like home. “I think… I’m gonna marry her someday,” his voice caught and he stopped to clear it, swallowing away every doubt he had about his future. “I want a life with her, a home. And it can’t involve this, I won’t let it. You-” he paused, steeling himself for his next words. “You shouldn’t call anymore. You shouldn’t try and reach me. I can’t be your fall guy anymore. I can’t be the collateral in your messed up life. I won’t do that, not to Betty. She deserves more so that’s what I have to try to be, starting with this.” He took a shaky step towards the door. He saw FP lift a hand towards him hesitantly before thinking better of himself, letting it drop against his thigh with a defeated thud. Jughead shook his head almost imperceptibly - that confirmed it, he didn’t want to try. “Goodbye, Dad.”

The door had swung shut before the first tear slid down FP’s cheek.

***

It was almost three weeks later when Jughead saw FP again. He shook his head in disbelief at the familiar figure of his father standing outside Pop’s. FP stood up straight on Jughead’s approach.

“Dad, I wasn’t kidding-” he began in a furious whisper, glancing round frantically for prying eyes. He was supposed to be meeting Betty and the rest of the gang here.

“I… I’m sober, Jughead.” The words hung between them as Jughead jolted back in disbelief. He took a moment, now, to really take in the man before him. His skin was pallid and sunken beneath the eyes, dark circles standing out in striking contrast. His hands, Jughead noticed, were shaking. “Almost a week now, for real this time,” FP announced. His tone wasn’t prideful, it was holding something else… hope? Hope that’d he done enough this time to reverse the irreversible. Jughead’s eyes narrowed.

“Really?” he asked sceptically, body stiff with uncertain tension. FP nodded vigorously.

“Yeah. Yes, I swear,” he pleaded. Jughead looked him directly in the eyes, an eerie replica of his own staring back at him, earnest and clear for the first time in years. Jughead felt himself begin to nod slowly.

“Ok. Ok, I believe you. I’ll… come round and see you tomorrow,” he promised, still not making a move to close the distance between them. FP visibly deflated in relief.

“Tomorrow, sure. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled, still small and unsure, before turning to mount his bike, roaring out of the parking lot with renewed hope spreading throughout his chest.

***

“Here,” FP said, handing Jughead the box. Jughead looked up at him before opening the black velvet lid, smiling at the delicate ring nestled inside. “It was your grandmother’s, she’d want you to have it,” he finished, shrugging awkwardly at the offering.

“She’ll love it,” Jughead murmured, running a finger lightly over the blue sapphire surrounded by clusters of tiny diamonds, set in a gold band. He looked back up at FP with a genuine smile that reached his eyes, nervous excitement beginning to settle in his stomach. FP clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder, looking down at him with pride.

Seven years sober. A little worse for wear but he’d made it because of this boy - this man - stood before him. It had been the furthest road from easy, but he’d endured every shaky step to get him here because he knew this was it, his only chance.

He’d got to be there, in the gym itself, as Jughead took his steps across the stage to collect his diploma, see him look out into the audience for him and not be disappointed to find nothing but an empty seat. He got to be there to help Jughead pack for college, loading his and Betty’s boxes into the beat up old car that he’d salvaged for them as a graduation present, working with Betty in secret to fix it up so it ran smoother than it probably did when it was new.

“He’s gonna love it, Mr Jones,” Betty had giggled excitedly when they got the engine purring just the way they wanted. He laughed at the way she clasped her hands in front of her gleefully as he closed the hood.

“You think?” he asked nervously, dusting dirt off the bumper that wasn’t there.

“Of course! It’s so thoughtful,” she smiled warmly, resting a light hand on FP’s arm. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. He knew why his son was drawn to her, felt so safe with her around. He couldn’t have asked for a better guardian angel for him.

“And you can call me FP, Betty,” he called casually as he moved to clean up their tools. He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “You’re family.”

He was there, once again, when they graduated from college, whooping loudly, much to Jughead’s chagrin, as his son’s name was called. He was there as Jughead announced at dinner that he was going to be a published author. He was there on the day of the launch, posing for photos and making jokes about how he was gonna get a couple of autographed copies because his son was a big shot famous author now, Jughead rolling his eyes while his cheeks flushed. He was there at Betty and Jughead’s housewarming. They’d moved back to Riverdale, Jughead being able to write from anywhere and Betty wanting to be near Polly, taking the opportunity to learn the ins and outs of the family paper. FP said a silent prayer in thank you, as he looked around the room of guests, that his son had chosen to come back to him, even after all that had passed.

And he was there now, as Jughead’s voice shook, telling him that he was going to propose to Betty.

“Took you long enough,” he’d quipped, hand reaching out to ruffle the dark mop of hair as Jughead ducked, laughing shyly.

***

“Oh, this one’s beautiful, Juggie!” Betty had gushed as she poured over wedding magazines while the three of them sat in their living room over coffee - a weekly routine for them now. FP leaned over to catch a glimpse of the image she was pointing to. The wedding was outside, full of white fabric and furniture. Betty was pointing to the ornately carved archway, weaved with white roses, lilies, baby’s breath. Her eyes were shining.

“Well I could make you one of those, help with the cost,” FP said casually, taking a sip of his coffee. Betty turned her glowing green eyes on him immediately, gripping his forearm lightly.

“Really?” she was radiating hope. FP laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Yeah, sure. There’s a lumber yard not too far away, and I can borrow a couple of tools from the construction site. Easy,” he nodded in affirmation.

“Oh, thank you, FP!” she gasped, leaning over to kiss his cheek in gratitude. A shy laugh burst from his lips as he looked down, pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. Betty flew out of the room to call Polly as FP looked up, catching Jughead’s mouth turned up in amusement. He smiled back contentedly.

***

“Need a partner?” FP asked, holding his hand out to the bride where she sat, chin resting in her hand as she watched her husband dance with his sister. She smiled gracefully, accepting his offer and floating out onto the dance floor, an ethereal wave of satin and lace.

“Thank you so much, FP,” she said earnestly as they began to sway, reaching up to adjust one of the flowers in her hair.

“Aw, it was nothing, Betty, really,” he replied, casting his eyes to the floor.

“No, it was! You did all this,” she insisted, gesturing to the space around them. He’d gone a little further than just building the archway he’d promised. He’d practically taken it upon himself to build the whole venue. Along with the arch he’d set up strips of white fabric, draped through the trees to create a canopy above their heads, illuminated by rows and rows of soft yellow string lights. Petals covered every inch of the floor, strewn delicately down the isle that was created by the rows of mismatched chairs FP had found in various scrap yards and secondhand stores, all cleaned up and painted white. “It was just how I imagined it, more even.” FP lifted a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, well. I just wanted to make it everything you wanted… that you deserved.” He paused, looking down at her warm smile for a moment before taking a breath to continue. “Betty, I want you to know that, without you, I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” She furrowed her brow, waiting for him to continue. “I’d gotten to a place where Jughead wasn’t willing to help me anymore, where I’d done too much to ever redeem myself. Being with you helped him see that he deserved more than I could give him at that time, that he could be more than just my safety net. When he told me that… I saw everything I was going to miss out on, and that never would have happened if he hadn’t found you. So, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life thanking you, the both of you, in any way I can for what you did for me.” Betty blinked away the tears in her eyes, not bothering to wipe away the stray few that still managed to fall.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.

***

He’d been speechless when they told him, knowing there was something different in the air as they sipped their usual morning coffee together.

“A baby?” he’s asked incredulously, hoping beyond hope that he’d heard them right.

“Yeah, Dad. You’re gonna be a grandpa,” Jughead had laughed, his face glowing at he gazed down at his beautiful wife, tucked under his arm with an equally bright expression gracing her face.  

Grandpa. Him, a grandpa. That was going to be his new title now. He couldn’t believe it - he’d made it.

***

“Ugh, thank you so much, FP,” Betty had greeted him with a relieved expression as he bumbled through the door, a paper grocery bag under each arm. “I would have asked Jughead but he’s out all day in the city at this press thing for the new book and I just…” she broke off, gesturing flippantly at her huge swollen belly stretching out before her. He laughed as he set the bags down on the counter, turning to watch her waddle in behind him.

“No problem, Betty. Anything I can do, remember?” he said, eyes taking on a hint of seriousness round the edges. She nodded in understanding, smiling gently. She placed a hand on her back, groaning as she brushed a few stray hairs back from her sweaty forehead.

“Whoever thought being pregnant in the summer was a good idea was seriously- oh!” She flinched, hand flying to her stomach. FP was at her side immediately.

“Betty? Everything alright?” he asked, hovering by her. She nodded slowly, eyes staring at nothing in particular as she focused on the sensations happening inside her body .

“Yeah, I just… FP, would you be able to take me to the hospital, I think I’m about to have this baby,” she said casually, straightening up and placing her hands on her hips. FP’s eye bugged as he took in what she said.

“Now?! How-” he broke off in question.

“Well, I’ve been having contractions all morning but I thought they were just Braxton Hicks or something, and I didn’t want to stop Jug going to this event…” she trailed off sheepishly glancing up at her father-in-law from under her eyelashes. He blew out a chuckle in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.

“You really are something else, Betty Jones.” She just shrugged, blowing out a slow breath as another contraction took over. “Ah, ok, where’s your bag? Ring Jughead, I’ll meet you by the car.” He rushed towards the bedroom, swinging back round the corner to raise an eyebrow at her. “He’s going to kill you for not saying anything, you know.” She waved a hand dismissively, already making her way outside.

“I’m about to push out his child, he doesn’t have the right.”

***

“Are you sure?” Jughead asked nervously, hands hovering over Juliet where she lay, cradled in her grandpa’s arms. “Maybe it’s too soon, Betts…” he trailed off, turning to look at his wife with anxious eyes. Betty sighed, coming over to place a reassuring hand on his arm, smoothing out the crease between his eyebrows with a cool finger.

“It’ll be fine, Juggie. You’ve got everything covered, right FP?” she asked, turning to face him with a confident smile. FP nodded, never taking his eyes off his granddaughter’s face as he bounced her gently.

“Both your cell numbers are in my phone, bottles in the fridge, spare milk in the freezer, extra diapers in the cupboard under the stairs. We’ll be fine, won’t we, lovebug?” he cooed at the soft bundle in his arms as she snuffled slightly before settling down again. “See?” FP looked up at Jughead with calm eyes. Jughead stared down at him for a beat, battling with his instincts internally before letting out a sigh, nodding his head.

“Ok, yeah. But if you need anything…” he repeated, fixing his dad with a look.

“Just go, already!” FP laughed gently, trying not to disturb the baby. Betty giggled, pulling on Jughead’s arm slightly to get him towards the door. “Have fun!”

FP stared down at Juliet, allowing her tiny hand to wrap round his finger as he spoke softly to her.

“You have the best parents, I hope you know that. They’ve saved me more times than I can count and I’ll never be able to repay them for that. I made some bad decisions, worse than most, but here I am. I get to hold you in my arms because your mom and your dad didn’t give up on me. They were there when I needed it the most.” He sniffed, blinking rapidly. “I got to see it all because of them, and I can’t wait to see it all again with you.”

anonymous asked:

i just started following your account & i like it a lot, everything is just amazing ! im new to tumblr & fan accounts so i dont know how they work and stuff but if you do writing prompts can you do one with betty being new in town & meets the gang at pops. like they see her by herself & then like have bughead in there too.. but if you dont its ok, please never stop posting though ❤

Hey! Thank you so much, that’s so sweet. Here it is, I hope it’s okay! It’s long lol.


New To Town

Alice placed the last box of kitchen utensils on the counter. “Done, finally.” She huffed.

“I’m going to unpack my room,” Polly said as she checked her phone - again - for messages from her friends in their old town.

“Elizabeth, make yourself useful and walk over to Pop’s, would you? Grab us all dinner? I’m too tired to cook.”

Betty nodded, knowing better than to protest.

Alice gave Betty quick instructions on how to get to Pop’s. She accepted the money her mom handed her.

Betty found some earbuds in her backpack and plugged them into her phone, slipped on her shoes, and walked out the door.

Betty admired the streets of her new town, walking quickly to her destination.

She spotted Pop’s and headed inside, the doors chiming above her.

“Hi, we called in an order for Cooper? Four burgers and two large fries.” Betty said to the man behind the counter, popping out an earbud.

Pop nodded his head. “Still on the grill. It’ll be a couple minutes. Have a seat and I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He waved a hand toward the booths on his left, across from four teenagers, laughing loudly.

Betty sighed and looked at her phone, then strolled over to the empty booth.

“Did I hear you say Cooper? As in Elizabeth?” A pretty brunette called to her before Betty had the chance to sit down.

Betty nodded slowly. “Betty, actually, but yeah. That’s me.”

“I’m Veronica.” She extended a hand towards Betty.  "Veronica Lodge.“ She pointed  to the boy sitting next to her. “This is Kevin, he’s fabulous. And this is -”

“Archie Andrews,” The redheaded boy across from Veronica said smiling. “And this is Jughead Jones.”

“Jughead?” Betty smiled,furrowing her brows.

“It’s a family name.” Jughead laughed. “And actually, it’s Jughead Jones the third.”

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And Just Like That... Everything Changed Part 2

So this turned out way way longer than i intended but I just couldn’t stop! I hope you guys like it and it doesn’t drag on too much… This is 100% turning into a big multi chapter now! My inspo is peaking! 

Thanks to everyone who has been reading and liking and commenting you guys are beautiful and your responses always put a smile on my face xxx

Note: find Part 1 here- https://wordsonpages1.tumblr.com/post/160768728387/can-you-please-do-a-really-angsty-bughead-fic-bc-i

Blaring alarms rang in her ears, the sound obnoxious and hopeful all at once. Betty felt like she was under water, every sound muffled, every movement sluggish. Time seemed to pass impossibly slow-a stark contrast to the speed in which the bullet had hit him. His breathing was becoming more shallow and ragged by the second, his skin almost translucent. It felt cold under her hand which rested on his face [the other still pressing down on the wound].

His eyes kept threatening to flutter closed and each time she’d urge them open, keeping his gaze and making out the far off look in them behind the watery sheen in her own. Her mouth felt like a dessert but she kept whispering “please” and “stay with me” or “I love you” into the suffocating air between them.

Red and Blue lights illuminated the diner, the paramedics bursting through the door mere moments later. The chime of the bell was lost in their haste.

“Just hang on Jug,” she breathed, a slither of relief sliding into her heart.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Jughead wheezed; quiet, broken and wretched.  It made her want to throw up but steeling her strength Betty merely stroked his hair away from his chilled, damp forehead.

“Shh,” she whispered gently, trying to keep the panic and despair out of her tone.

And then she blinked and the paramedics were there shoving her aside and taking ownership of her boyfriend’s body and more so, his life. She couldn’t register what was happening, rather she could only think about how much colder her hand found now that is was bereft of his even with his skin so icy. How empty and lost and useless she felt as pain erupted in her chest all over again and spread outward.

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For the lovely anon that asked me if I’d ever consider drawing Mercier and/or Betty <3 Not my finest work but I used too much time to do this to not post it :D I hope y’all teninch shippers like it!

You can be involved in a romantic relationship if you're asexual!

Hey folks, just a little thing from a certified asexual. I’ve seen a lot of people upset about the bughead kiss because they think it means that Jughead is canonically non asexual. While the producers may still decide to make his character non asexual, you can’t assume this just because he kissed Betty. Being asexual is a strict lack of sexual attraction, and it is very possible to still feel romantic attraction if you’re asexual. I don’t know a lot about the comics, but from information I do know, he was never said to be aromantic, so so his romantic attraction to Betty makes sense and doesn’t label him as heterosexual or non asexual in general. Even if he was aroace, he could choose to have sex or a romantic relationship. Asexuality is different for every person in the way that each person can decide if they still want to engage in these activities or not, for whatever reasoning (and no, I do not mean celibacy or whatever). This is kind of all over the place but the point is that JUGHEAD CAN BE IN A RELATIONSHIP AND STILL BE ASEXUAL. EDIT: I WAS MISINFORMED ON THE CHARACTER WHEN I MADE THIS POST, AND I’VE CHANGED MY MIND AND I’M UPSET NOW THAT I KNOW THAT JUGHEAD IS AROACE AND TOUCH-REPULSED.

If we have to have consistent conflict and drama next season, can the writers at least choose a new victim to pick on instead of Jughead, (preferably not one of the teenagers or F.P), like this poor kid can’t catch a break. I know everyone has had it rough but I mean episode after episode, something worse happens to him and I don’t know if my heart can take much more. Let. Jughead. Be. Happy.

I don’t understand why everyone is attacking bughead shippers and calling us stupid and blind and all of that nonsense. Betty and Jughead are literally canon in the show right now. Sure they may not be forever (which sucks because they are super cute, but I understand how TV works so) but you don’t have to attack us for literally everything. I’m not saying everyone in the fandom is in the clear, no one is innocent, but can we all just leave each other alone? Ship who you want and let us ship who we want. You don’t like something? Block us.

I am a bughead shipper, and I have been called homophobic so many times just for shipping them. That doesn’t make any sense!! Sure, I love Betty and Jughead, they are my main OTP ship in Riverdale, but I do have other ships too! Veronica and Betty as friends, Jughead and Archie as friends, Cheryl and Veronica together, Josie and Cheryl together, Archie and Ronnie, he’ll I even ship Luke and FP, and Josie and Val tbh. I was going somewhere much further in this post but I lost my train of thought listing my Riverdale ships so… just please stop shitposting. Please my loves :)

anonymous asked:

You seem pretty familiar with Archie lore. Where do you recommend starting on the comics/When did the current run start?

hey pal! the way i started reading archie was that growing my mom would buy me a double digest every time we went grocery shopping so i’d pick up a random one each week w no particular order to them lol. but if you want a good starting point here are some more recent ones:

  • jughead (2015)
    • this is part of the new riverdale run and it’s probably the most popular archie comic right now? or at least on tumblr. this is the one where jughead’s confirmed as asexual and the majority of the posts you see on here about the comics are most likely about this series. also it’s so funny and ridiculous and i love it so much omg
  • archie (2015)
    • this series kicked off the new riverdale verse and it’s so good??? archie’s a bit dumb but that’s kinda expected, and all ya favs feature pretty prominently here too. a lot more dramatic than jughead, it’s lit
  • reggie and me (2016)
    • aight this is also from the new riverdale verse, but its newer than archie and jughead so there’s only two chapters out right now. read this if you wanna focus more on riverdale’s favorite asshat 
  • betty and veronica (2016)
    • i tragically haven’t read any of the new b&v comics (they’re at the top of my comic stack tho, i’ve just been busy!) but same concept as jughead, archie, and reggie and me: new riverdale, new me. can’t say much about it other than read it bc betty and veronica deserve all your love. 
  • afterlife with archie
    • god, after life with archie is so good. i was a bit skeptical about it at first bc it’s a horror series and i didn’t think that would mix well with archie but holy crap….. it’s so so so so good. hot dog and jughead become zombies and brings on the start of the zombie apocalypse. it sounded awful to me at first but like, there are parts that genuinely freaked me out. bit different than the traditional archie gang we know, but worth a read.

that should give you a pretty good start into the archie comics world. like i said these are all fairly recent but you should give some of the older comics a go if you find that you like them! some honorable mentions worth checking out are veronica #202 (bc it introduces kevin and like, who wouldn’t wanna see him), archie marries veronica/archie marries betty, life with archie: the married life, archie marries valerie (hoe marries so many ppl smh), and like…… anything involving jughead, to be honest.

once you become more familiar with that universe, you’d honestly be just find picking up any random digest/double digest and delving in lmao. there’s hella stories out there and they’re all (for the most part) v good!! 

Tag Thing

I was tagged by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency and @bugheadjonesiii. Thanks my loves!😍

Tag 9 people who you want to know better

Relationship status: Single af

Favourite colour: Red

Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick

Last song you listened to: Ophelia - The Lumineers

Last movie you watched: It was a Greek historical one and rewatched Scream for obvious reasons lol

Top 3 Characters: Jughead Jones, Yousef Acar, Wolfgang Bogdanow (I put my current ones because otherwise I would need three posts to list them 😝)

Top 3 Ships: Jughead Jones & Betty Cooper/Bughead, Klaus Mikaelson & Caroline Forbes/Klaroline, Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger/Darmione (two current and a classic one, again there are way too much to pick just three 😝)

Books you are currently reading: I just read Letter to a Child Never Born by Orianna Fallaci and reread The Trial by Franz Kafka. I’m now thinking about doing a Bronte sisters marathon.

Top 5 musicals:(In no particular order, and just the ones that come to mind first)
Chicago, Grease, Moulin Rouge, Evita, Les Misérables

I’m tagging @lostinafictionaluniverse, @lusterrdust, @juggieheadcoopers, @quirkyanya, @bettysponytaiil, @bugheadjones-the-third, @itstenafterfour, @gellbellshead, @youreapunk, @hey-therejuliet, @jandjsalmon

@believe-that-you-can-my-friend replies to your post:

Kinda mad kinda sad that it looks like Veronica…

and probably Archie too; there’s a hint of jacket next to Betty. I mean enough! Leave those poor babies alone to communicate and make up, you’re just making it worse!!

I just saw your post and realised he was there too! Tbh I think the first time we see them back together is gonna be very much action focused go go go let’s try and convince Jug that he isn’t alone, that FP was framed, all about moving the episode along. I hope that, later on, we do get that cute little private moment between the two where they get to start mending some bridges!

        ❝    i’m  sorry  betty  …  i’m  just  NOT  hungry  .       there  is  too  much  on  his  mind  and  food  is  an  after  thought  .  he  can  feel  her  concerning  gaze  and  it  makes  things  so  much  more  complicated  .    ❝    maybe  we  should  just  talk  about  something  else  ??  you  always  know  how  to  cheer  me  up  .    
// @nancydrewed​  liked  for  a  starter .  accepting  .

sooo now that Elements aired I can talk abt it!! I mean I would but I’d have to rewatch it for that and I wont have time for that til next week lmao
what I wanna already say tho:
- Cloudy was an amazing feel good ep and I loved every second of it!!
- the pacing was So Much Better compared to Islands. like Elements as a whole was better imho. it’s the second best mini series after Stakes
- I’m so happy abt the VA change for Betty holy shit
- the whole miniseries wasnt what I expected at all but I wasnt disappointed in the slightest
-I loooove the elemental designs for everyone omg

and
- I still have unposted fanart on my computer but I’m too lazy to turn it on so maybe I’ll post it later

awesomechocolatesauce  asked:

Well, yeah, your posts may have piqued my interest and some people I follow like the show, too. Also, I loved the Sprouses since "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" when I was a kid and I wanted to see Cole in this role. I just finished episode six and Betty and Jughead are really cute. :) Betty's parents frighten me, though. And...everyone else's parents.

Betty’s parents actually (overall) get kinda better—-but I won’t spoil it further. Truthfully, as you might’ve noticed, I didn’t think much of Cole (or Dylan) on Suite Life, but I think he’s quite amazing, here…..

Do you hate Douchie yet?