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Firecracker [a.a]

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Title: Firecracker
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,629 
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates.
A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.

“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her. 

“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”

“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.

“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.

Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.

“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.

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How I imagine Betty's crown sweater came to be.
  • Veronica: Betty where did you get that Crown sweater?
  • Betty: oh I made it! I had Jughead model his crown and then I cut out the shape!
  • Archie: model huh?
  • Jughead: I have many skills.
  • *flips single curl on his forehead and walks away*
Crowned Tattoo (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Hey could you do maybe a Jughead X Reader Soulmate AU? One where Jughead and the reader have a tattoo of a crown on their wrist, and they are best friends but neither of them had ever seen the tattoo on each other. (They were blind, but so where the others) But one day Jughead sees it and knows that they are soulmates, so they meet at pops and he kisses her and after it is really cute. They tell the group and it is really fluffy.

A/N: So I know I posted a different Soulmate!AU yesterday but heres another one! I took my time writing this because I wanted to be confident with it. (Also I’ve written and rewritten it like four times. FML) Let me know if you like it! I did change it a bit but bare with me xxx

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Crowned Tattoo (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)


Everyone’s tattoo is different. All in pairs.

There’s only one other person in the world with your tattoo.

Each one meaning something. Symbolizing something significant.

Some people showed off giant vibrant tattoos that the fates had graced them with.

Others hid theirs from eyes until they find their soulmates.

You knew most of your classmate’s tattoos. They were proud of their elaborate colors and symbols on their skin.

You were fond of yours yet you had no idea what it meant.

A small black crown. Just on the inside of your wrist.

What does a crown have to do with anything? You asked your parents when they explained the reason for the tattoos. But they didn’t know. It was unusual to have an actual symbol on your body.

Most had the colors and beautiful lines on them.

Yet yours was simply and black.

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Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant




We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

A Little Less Sixteen Candles - Part 6 [Final]

[A/N: HERE IT IS! Final chapter! I haven’t fully revised this so it could be riddled with mistakes however if it is guys I am sorry! Okay so just a warning there is some cheese, proper cheese, I love cheese and after all the angst it needed plenty to make up for it! Hope you guys like it, I’m really nervous that build up has totally not been worth it but it’s not going to get much better than this. I feel like maybe I kinda rushed the ending but-]

Word Count: 1950 [In total guys this entire fic was 11060 words long and took up 22 Word page documents, what the hell?!]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

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They sat in the soft pleather booth of Pops, tangled up in each other for what felt like hours. Careful touches and gentle kisses were the only thing keeping the two troubled teens grounded, The safety they felt in each other’s arms was all they had for now, but in the afterglow of a terrible night filled with insecurities and revelations, just being there was enough.

“It’s getting late.” Betty whispered, her voice hoarse from her crying and her movements sluggish, she felt defeated, embarrassed. She wanted to stay here in Jugheads arms for as long as possible but she knew her mother would be worried. “I have to get home.” She sighed softly, pulling away and dropping a slow kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for longer than necessary. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.” She slid from the booth and began her walk to the door.

Betty was still hurt, sure they had talked it through, but having him tell her just how little he thought of their relationship, how simple he thought she was? It weighed on her heart. She just wanted to make him happy. She had been trying to make everyone happy for so long and she had been failing. She failed every single time.

Suddenly she felt her arm being tugged and her body being shoved into a solid object, said objects lips dropping down to her own.

Oh.

Jughead had a steady grip on her hips as he wildly attacked her lips, she could feel the passion he was trying to push through, he wanted her to know he cared, wanted her to know she mattered to him. This was his version of an apology. They boy with the vocabulary of a dictionary was reduced to a puddle of kisses in her presence. Betty slowly ran her hands up his back and finally into his wavy dark hair. As soon as her fingertips touched the smooth locks, she pulled back abruptly, eliciting a muffled groan from the boy.

“Juggie. I think you forgot something.” She whispered, the hint of a smile toying on her face.

He looked up at her with confused eyes and raised a brow.

“What did I forget?” He asked absently, eyes still lusty from their heated moment. Betty giggled and tapped her head, making her fingers into a crown. Jugheads eyes widened comically as he realized he had forgotten his beanie on the table at Pops. “I’ll be right back! Don’t move!” He shouted, tripping over his feet in pursuit of his prized possession.

Rolling her eyes, Betty watched through the window as he raced to the table quickly snatching the hat up and running back to her.

“Sorry..I..” he panted looking helplessly at his hat, he wanted to explain why it meant so much to him, wanted her to know that it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with her, he just needed the hat, but he couldn’t form words, he couldn’t tell her. He felt the hat being taken out of his hands by a pair of tinier fingers, Betty wordlessly lifted the hat from his hands and gently placed it into his head, tugging until it fit right.

“I get it.” She whispered with a soft smile, quickly adjusting her ponytail and shrugging her shoulders.

He felt himself relax almost instantly, quickly taking her hand in his as they headed home. Jughead wrapped an arm around her as she shivered, the night air was cold and she was only wearing a sweater, Jughead quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Betty looked up at him and frowned
“Oh no Jughead I’m fine. You’ll freeze.” She tried to take the denim jacket off before he placed His hands on her shoulders, securing its place.

“As much as I hate to cover up that ridiculously silly sweater, you’re much smaller then me I’m fairly certain it’s you who will freeze. Speaking of sweaters. Where did you get that crown one from?” He smirked at her blushing cheeks

“I made it.” She said smiling shyly “I made it last night. I figured, you don’t really have a letterman jacket like the football players and this isn’t the 1950s and you don’t have a class ring for me to wear. I just wanted everyone to know I was your girl I guess. I mean atleast for your birthday. It is pretty silly isn’t it?” She looked down, playing with the hem of her sweater.

Jughead abruptly stopped, moving to stand in front of her he took her hands
“No.” he whispered, catching her eyes as she looked up “I was wrong. That’s not silly at all.” He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, his fingers tracing the crown on her chest “I like it. A lot. Crowns suit you.” He smirked, moving back to her side, he could see her house in the distance.

Betty blushed again before smiling cockily
“Well I am a princess after all am I not?” She raised a brow as he stood before her in her front porch.

“Sure thing Juliet.” He rolled his eyes affectionately, looking at her front door.

“You got that right mister.” She walked toward him wrapping her arms around his center as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sugary strawberry scent of her hair. This was his home, right here on this front porch wrapped up in Betty Coopers arms.
“Where are you staying tonight?” He heard her whisper into his chest.

“Figure I’ll sleep in Fred’s room tonight, it’ll be nice to have an actual bed for once, gotta keep an eye on Arch, kid can’t hold his alcohol.” Pulling away he dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead, tucking his fingers under her chin to catch her eyes.

“We’re okay aren’t we?” He asked his tone slightly scared.

Betty smiled softly and placed a lingering kiss on his lips

“We’re okay.” She smiled before squeezing his fingers and heading inside.

“We’re okay.” He mumbled to himself, his shoulders slumping with relief as he braced himself for the war zone that was bound to be Archie’s house.

Princess and Prince Charming

Word Count: 1683

A/N: Okay this is the second story I’m posting today! This one is fluffy so I hope you enjoy it! Much love guys!

Originally posted by juggyandbets

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    The once busy Pops Chock'lit Shoppe was now quiet and still at 11:29pm, only two people remaining out of the many that were there only hours before. They were two usual costumers, and Pop Tate was used to them staying late. Jughead Jones and Y/N  Y/L/N were the two night owls and they sat in their usual booth near the back, Jughead typing away on his laptop and Y/N staring dreamily out the window, obviously in her own world.    

    Ever since Y/N had moved to Riverdale a few weeks before Jason Blossoms death, the two of them had been inseparable and practically joined at the hip. Of course she had become friends with the rest of Jugheads group, Betty, Veronica, Archie, and Kevin, but the two of them had a real profound friendship. So much in fact that everyone could tell they were absolutely smitten with eachother, but neither of them would admit it. They both were the quiet type, they usually sat there in silence after their friends left, but it never seemed awkward for them. The occasional conversations about Jugheads book would come up, or one another asking if the other was okay or if they needed something, but other than that at this time of night they were quiet.    

     Y/N tore her gaze from outside and looked over at the boy sitting in front of her, smiling softly to herself. He was so focused on his laptop, and she watched as his blue eyes darted and danced across the screen. She listened to the sound of keys being hit and the small buzzing noises made from the lights all around the small diner, and in this moment it felt perfect. She loved spending her nights here with Jughead, watching as the neon lights bounced off his dark clothing, illuminating his face accentuating the furrow of his brow as he concentrated on his writing.    

    “You okay?” Jughead asked, tearing his eyes from his screen to look at the (Y/H/C) haired girl in front of him. She smiled softly and nodded.    

    “I’m great, are you?” she asked. He pretended to think for a moment and smirked.    

    “You know now that you mention it, I’m quite hungry.” he said and Y/N laughed, standing from the booth.    

    “What would you like, the usual?” she asked and he smirked.

    “Yes please.” Y/N nodded and walked towards the counter and Pop gave her a smile. “Can I get Beanies usual please?” she asked sweetly.    

    “Sure thing. Wait here, it’ll be done here real quick.” he said as he disappeared into the kitchen. Y/N took a seat on a stool and waited, fidgeting with her hands. She glanced back towards the raven haired boy expecting him to be focused on his laptop once again but caught his stare. He smiled at her and she returned it, turning around to hide her blush. Pops came out with two plates, Jugheads usual burger with fries and Y/Ns usual burger with fries, and handed them to the girl. She placed them down on the counter and pulled out her wallet but before she could pay, a hand appeared from behind her and handed cash to Pop. Y/N turned around to find Jughead practically pushed up against her, him smirking down at her.    

    “I’ve got this, Jughead. Its perfectly fine.” she said, trying to get him to take his money back. “You don’t need to spend money when you don’t need to, especially with your situation.”    

    “Yours isn’t any better.” Jughead argued playfully, and Y/N rolled her eyes.    

    “So what, I don’t care.” she turned around and took money out of her wallet and held it out to Pop Tate, who was chuckling at the two of them.    

    “Its on the house, my treat to my most loyal and favourite costumers.” he said, and slowly they put their money back into their wallets. Jughead grabbed both plates and made his way back to the booth.    

    “You coming?” he called, and Y/N nodded.    

    “Yeah, one second. I’m just going to be a polite human being and thank Pop for his kindness.” she called as Jughead bit down into his burger.

    “Oh yeah, thank you!” he called with a very full mouth, earning a chuckle from Pop and Y/N. She turned around and slid money onto the counter.

    “Thank you.” she said, winking and walking away. Pops reluctantly took the money and put it into the cash register, watching as she sat down in front of Jughead, trying to retrieve her plate from him.    

    “Jughead, you cannot have my burger as well as yours!” she said laughing and reaching for the plate, but Jughead pulled it closer to him.    

    “Why not?” he asked, faking confusion.      

    “Because princess, that’s my burger and I paid for it.” she said.    

    “Actually, it was on the house so no, you did not pay for it.” he said, and she winked at him, stealing her plate back.

    “You did not.” he said, his eyes widening.    

    “I did.” she said, taking a bite of her burger.    

    “You should have let me take care of it!” he said, trying to slide out of the booth. Y/N leaned down in her booth and put her foot up, stopping him.    

    “Oh no you don’t, Juggie.” she said, giggling. Jughead sighed, sliding back into place.    

    “Next time its on me.” he said, and she shrugged.    

    “We’ll see.” she said, earning a frustrated sigh from Jughead.    

    “You’re impossible.” he teased and she laughed.    

    “Sure am, princess.” she said, eating a few of her fries.    

    “Why do you call me princess?” he asked, and she shrugged.    

    “To piss you off.” she stated bluntly, taking another bite of her burger.    

    “Is it because of my beanie?” he asked and she nodded.    

    “Don’t get me wrong I love your beanie, I’d steal it if I could.” she said and he smirked.    

    “Well I’m sorry but you cant have my beanie.” he joked and she pretended to be disappointed.    

    “Oh damn. Maybe I’ll just have to get my own and then I’ll be the princess.” she joked and Jughead rolled his eyes and smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, sliding it to the middle of the table. She looked questioningly down at it, and then up at him.    

    “Well your birthday is just around the corner and I was going to wait until then to give this to you, but right now seems like the right time.” he said, nodding towards the box.    

    “Can I open it?” she asked softly and Jughead chuckled.    

    “No, the box is just to look at, I want the contents to be a mystery forever.” he teased. She giggled and reluctantly took the box into her hands, slowly opening it to reveal a small silver crown necklace.    

    “Jughead, what?” she said surprised, taken aback by the necklace.    

    “You and I are so close, I wanted to give you a crown like mine, but you’re not much of a hat person, but you’re very much a necklace person so I got you your own crown to match mine. Well, I mean kind of.” he said, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N noticed the blush creeping over his face and she felt one take over hers as well, and she reached over and took his hand in hers.    

    “Jughead, thank you so much.” she said quietly, staring admiringly over at him. Jughead returned her stare.    

    “You’re very welcome.” he said. She stood up from her booth and sat on his side of the table.    

    “Will you help me put it on?” she asked, and he nodded. He took the necklace out of the box and put it on her, she turned around to face him and she smiled down at it.    

    “It- uh… It looks very nice on you.” he said, and she blushed. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, and he pulled in as close as he could in their awkward sitting position. She pulled away slowly, looking up at Jughead, and he quickly took her face in his hands, pulling her up to his lips. The kiss was slow and unsure, but when they pulled apart they were both beaming.    

    “Finally.” Pops called from his counter, and the two of them blushed furiously, laughing to themselves.    

    “Was it okay, that I-uh, that I kissed you?” he asked and she nodded, giggling.    

    “Yes, it was.” she said. “It will always be okay.” she added, and he nodded his head, smiling wide. He turned to his laptop and opened it, opening up his novel draft.    

    “I’m going to work more on this, okay?” he said.    

    “Alright.” she said smiling over to him. “What do you have so far?” she asked. He opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N yawned and he chuckled.    

    “Tired?” he asked. She shrugged and played with the charm on her necklace absentmindedly.    

    “A little bit, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you.” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.    

    “Well then stay. I’ll tell you about my novel.” he said, scrolling up to the beginning of his most recent chapter.    

    “I’m sorry if I fall asleep, its not because your novel is boring, its because I’ve hardly had any sleep the past few days.” she explained, sleep already taking her.    

    “Don’t worry, I wont get offended. If you have to sleep, go to sleep, princess.”    

    “Okay, Prince Charming.” she whispered softly and Jughead smiled.    

    “I like that a lot better than princess.” he joked and she giggled.    

    “I bet.” she said.    

    “Alright, so chapter 10. The plot to Jasons death thickened as new information on the southside serpents came to light. My dad being one suspect in the murder…” Y/N listened as Jughead read off his chapeter and she smiled to herself. Tonight was a good night and she didn’t want it to ever end.

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I'm here for the domestic!bughead prompts!! how about engaged Bughead looking through photos in order to use one for their wedding announcement on the paper but they stumble across their old childhood and adolescence ones and they end up laughing at how awful they are and zooming in on those that one of them is pulling a face or a photo that was captured at just the wrong moment and teasing each other and you know ALL THE FLUFFY FEELS! <3

Ahh, thank you for the cute prompt, m’love!
I blame @lusterrdust and her adorable fic ‘feels like home’ for all these damn domestic feels <3


Jughead didn’t bother looking up from where he was editing the newest chapter of his latest novel as he heard Betty entering their living room. At least, that was until she settled down besides him, unceremoniously plucking the device from his hands and resting it on her lap. He looked at her incredulously, a smile twitching at the corners of his slightly open mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing, Betts?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest and angling his body towards her. She didn’t notice his surprise, or if she did she chose not to indulge him, busying herself with plugging her hard drive into the laptop and finding what she wanted.

“Just borrowing this,” she chirped, scrolling through the endless files that popped up on the screen. He chuckled.

“So what, I put a ring on your finger and suddenly you think what’s mine is yours?” he quipped sarcastically, leaning in to try and catch her eyes, his own glinting with mischief. She cast a smirk at him,

“Conventionally, yes.” He settled back against the sofa with a laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “We need to find a picture for our engagement announcement,” she told him. He groaned in response.

“Do we really have to do that?” he whined, biting his lip against more protestations when she turned to him with a stern look.

“Mom phoned, again. If we don’t give her one to print by the end of today god only knows what she’d choose. You don’t want to face the wrath of Alice Cooper, do you?” Jughead shivered in mock horror. Everyone had been surprised by how little resistance Alice had put up against Jughead dating her daughter, but still he knew all too well what her bad side looked like and it was not a place he wanted to be.

“Wait, what’s that one?” Jughead asked, pointing to a folder on the screen labelled ‘oldies’.

“Oh, I’d totally forgotten about that!” Betty shrieked, clicking on it immediately, an array of images lighting up before them. One trait that Betty had been happy to claim from her mother was her organisational skills. She’d been putting every photo she could find into categorised folders since she could remember. “Oh, my god!” She tapped on one, enlarging it on the screen.

It was their kindergarten class photo, twenty or so chubby little faces grinning back at them. Jughead spotted Betty quickly, like he always did, standing slightly off to the left, her smile a little more subdued than some of the toothless grins of her classmates, but her face just as bright. The rosiness of her plump cheeks matched the tiny pink roses on her yellow sundress.

“I hope our daughter looks like you,” Jughead whispered before he even realised he was speaking. His eyes went wide as her head whipped sharply to face him. His face was burning as he looked down, fiddling with the hem of her sweater in embarrassment.

“Our daughter?” Betty asked in adoration, her eyes shining. He chanced a look back up at her, tension in his chest easing at the hopeful look plastered across her face. He cleared his throat, smiling timidly.

“Well, yeah. If we have a daughter, I mean,” he stuttered out lamely. He felt Betty lean further into his side.

“I hope we do,” she mumbled, turning back to face the screen, a new warmth spreading throughout Jughead’s chest. “Oh, Juggie!” she squealed, pointing to the other end of the photo. Standing there, tiny denim jacket and all, was a little Jughead Jones, crown beanie slipping down over his eyes until all that was visible was a peek of dark hair and a toothy grin.

“My mom knitted it big, said I’d grow into it,” he chuckled, looking at his younger self. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“That you did,” Betty joked, chucking him under the chin. Jughead swatted her hand away playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s move on, shall we?” He tapped the arrow, shifting along to the next picture. Betty gasped. It was her and Archie, a couple of years older than the last photo, sitting on the grass in the park they used to play in. Archie’s head was thrown back in laughter, his red hair glowing in the summer sunshine as Betty gazed adoringly on. But that wasn’t what stopped her breath. There, slightly out of shot was Jughead, fixing her with the same expression she knew she’d given the redhead countless times throughout her youth.

“I always saw you, Betty, even if you didn’t see me yet. I always knew,” Jughead leaned down to whisper against the shell of her ear. Betty turned her head once more, capturing his lips in a delicate, feather-light kiss. They pulled back, gazing into each other’s eyes as Betty felt the comforting new weight of the ring on her left hand. This was right, this had always been right.

She blinked back tears as they resumed their trip down memory lane, cute childhood memories slipping into the awkward phase of early adolescence. Betty threw her head back, laughing freely at a particularly bad shot of the both of them at someone’s birthday party. She zoomed in on Jughead’s face menacingly.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had so many chins, Juggie,” she teased, shrieking as his fingers danced against her side, relinquishing her control over the laptop. Jughead seized his opportunity, zooming in on her face instead, her expression blank but her eyelids half open and eyes rolled slightly back into her head.

“Yeah, well you never told me you were possessed in our youth, Regan,” he scoffed, holding his fiancee off as she attempted to snatch the device back.

“Wait, Juggie, stop! There’s one I want to see!” she struggled, sitting back with a huff before he finally relented, placing a sweet kiss on the side of her head. “Look, do you remember this being taken?” He turned to face the screen.

They were on the school field, high noon sun shining down on them as they lounged around in the summer heat. Betty was leaning back on her elbows, face turned up into the light slightly, rays catching the highlights in her golden hair causing her to emit a subtle glow. Jughead was lying next to her, propped up on his elbow, looking down at Betty with pure and open adoration in his blue eyes. The angle of the light was captured perfectly, shrouding them in a spotlight against the green of the grass. Jughead looked down, catching a glimpse of the way their hands, barely noticeable behind Betty’s hip, were locked with one another by their pinkies only.

“This one,” she said, her voice getting stuck in her throat slightly. Jughead nodded, tightening his grip on her.

“Definitely.”

anonymous asked:

prompt/req: what you think happens during the jughead punching chuck/Betty slapping chuck scene

Hey! I put this prompt together with this prompt:  Can you do a fic based on betty and jughead hitting chuck in the promo for the next episode. Like chuck tries kissing betty or something then she slap s him so he starts bringing up the hot tub thing and jughead comes and punches him?

I hope you both like it!


Sweet Sixteen


“Juggie!” Betty said as she snuck up behind him, grabbing his hand.

Her drink sloshed in her red cup as she moved, the liquid spilling slightly over the side, dripping down her fingers.

“I want to show you something,” Betty pulled him towards the stair case, leading him away from the party.

Jughead grasped Betty’s hand, following her up the stairs and down the hall toward Archie’s bedroom.

“So, I know I’ve already given you your present,” Betty smiled as she entered the dark room. “But I just wanted to say happy birthday one more time.” She pulled him into the beroom and closed the door behind him, placing one hand on either side of his head and leaned in for a kiss.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” Jughead chuckled as he kissed Betty gently.

Betty trailed soft kisses across Jughead’s jaw and down across his neck.

“Have I told you how much I like your sweater?” He breathed, his head rolling backwards to allow Betty easier access to his delicate skin.

“You do, huh?” Betty murmured, sending chills down Jughead’s spine.

“Mhm,” Jughead gulped. “I think crowns should be our thing. “I’ll  wear my crown beanie and we can get you a cute silver -” He stopped as Betty pulled back, the skin on his neck suddenly cold.

“Like this?” Betty smirked as she pulled her jeans an inch lower on her hip, showing Jughead her brand new crown printed panties.

“Yep,” Jughead gulped again. “Like that. You - you should wear those all the time, Bets.”

Betty smiled slowly, then knotted her hand in Jughead’s sweater, pulling him closer to her. She deepened their kiss quickly, tracing her tongue against Jughead’s bottom lip before slipping it in his mouth.

“Do you want a better look at them?” She murmured into his ear.

“Well, I do, Bets, of course I do but maybe we should continue this later? Y'know, before some drunk comes stumbling up here and ruins everything?” Jughead was gripping Betty’s shoulder, trying to read her expression.

She was looking down, biting her lip. “You’re right, Juggie. We’ll have our own after party.” She smirked.

Jughead let out a sigh of relief and returned her smile. He leaned towards her, enveloping her lips in one last kiss.


They returned to the party hand-in-hand, the music still blaring, the drinks still flowing.

Veronica and Kevin were talking in the corner, Reggie and Archie were chugging something in the kitchen and Josie and Cheryl were sitting on the couch, laughing, people milling around in every inch of the house.

"Hey, birthday boy!” A loud voice called from behind them. “You give her that sticky maple upstairs?” Chuck said, laughing. “Wait, what would your version of a sticky maple be? A lemon squeeze?”  His friends clapped his shoulder, laughing along with him.

Betty rolled her eyes and pulled Jughead towards the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chuck followed them, laughing loudly the whole time.

Betty refilled her cup as Jughead raided the cupboards.

“You’re looking pretty good, Betty. You still want that Chuck special?” He asked, standing a little too close.

“Stay away from me, Chuck.” Betty cocked an eyebrow, glaring at him.

Chuck slid his hand up Betty’s arm, squeezing her shoulder. “What, you didn’t change your mind did you, Betty? Or is it Polly tonight?”

Betty felt her palm connect with Chuck’s face before she even realized what she was doing. “I said stay away from me, Chuck.” She muttered as she turned on her heel, leaving the kitchen. She entwined her fingers with Jughead’s, pulling him with her out of the room.

“What are you going to do?” Chuck called from behind her, following her into the living room. “Try to drown me again?”

Betty stood with her arms crossed in the living room, her face turning a deep red.

“Yeah! This bitch is crazy!” Chuck yelled angrily to the crowd that was gathering. “She tried to drown me!”

“You better watch what  you say, Chuck.” Jughead muttered angrily.

“What are you going to do about it, 8 Mile? Your girlfriend tried to drown me. She’s insane. That whole family is insane. She probably killed Jason Blossom, too.”

Jughead’s fist slammed against Chuck’s cheekbone, sending Chuck against the floor, blood spilling out of his mouth as he fell.

“Fuck you,” Jughead spat as he stood over Chuck.

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, grabbing his coat from the stair bannister and walked out of the house.

anonymous asked:

Prompt!!!! It's storming bad here so I thought it might be nice to have a first kiss story about Jughead and Betty while a bad storm is raging in Riverdale. Maybe she finds him before the storm and shelters him, or maybe discovers he is trying to hold out the storm in his old treehouse somehow? I love first kiss stories. 😘

This ones gonna be sappy!
***

Betty had never wished for a car more in her entire life.

She totally understood when her parents told her she lived within walking distance of the school, so a car was just an unnecessary expense.

But had her parents ever walked through a damn tsunami in flip flops?

I think not.

Struggling to see she hiked on, pushing through the wind and rain, her parents were away for the week on a journalism conference so there had been no one available to pick her up and she had just missed Veronica.

Way in the distance she caught sight of another body making its way in the storm,

She could only slightly make out the familiar shape of a crown.

“Jughead!” She shouted over a loud clap of thunder.

As if he could sense her presence he turned around, as soon as he saw who it was he made his way over running towards her.

“Betty?! What are you doing out in this?”

She squinted up at him

“I stayed after to finish an article for the blue and gold , I didn’t even realize it was supposed to rain! What about you shouldn’t you be home?”

He tensed up before shrugging and pulling Her to keep walking.

“I was headed to the treehouse.”

She stopped abruptly

“The treehouse?”

He gave her a sad smile

“Another time, right now we have to get you home and out of this psychotic weather.” He shouted as the rain hit harder on his back.

Grabbing his hand she started running, she could see her home in the distance.

Finally reaching there destination Betty pulled jughead inside throwing her backpack on the ground and shaking out her ponytail.

“Mom and dad are away, make yourself comfortable I’m gonna grab some towels”

Slowly pulling his shoes off jughead left them by the door, walking to the kitchen and ringing out the bottom of his Tshirt.

Suddenly a soft object hit the back of his head.
When he turned around Betty was smiling holding her own towel while his lay on the floor by his feet.

He snorted rolling his eyes

“I see you’re in the kitchen does that mean you’ll be making me hot chocolate?” Betty asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Picking up his towel and drying off his hair, he rolled his eyes again Turning to the cabinet and pulling out the teapot.

When they were finally dried and their bellies were filled with warm milk and chocolate. Betty turned to him.

“Alright jones, time to spill, why were you going to the tree house in this storm?”

He sighed he knew he would have to tell her sometime, and he didn;t think they would have a moment this quiet and peaceful again, so he started.

He told her everything from his mom leaving to his dad joining the bike gang.

By the end of his story both of them had tears in their eyes.

Betty had wrapped him up in her arms halfway through and didn’t seem to be letting go anytime soon.

After a few minutes of silence she pulled away.

“You’ll stay here tonight.” She ordered

As he opened his mouth to speak she started again

“ and tommorow you and me will go talk to Archie and Mr. Andrews , i’m sure he’ll have no problem letting you stay there. And then when you’re ready, and there’s no rush, we’ll go talk to your dad. Together.”

He just stared up at her not trusting himself to speak.

Placing her hands on either side of his face

“You’re not alone in this, okay? I’m gonna be right here through all of it , good and bad.”

He couldn’t help himself he had her in his lap in seconds flat his mouth pressed to hers.

Taking in every piece of her .

The soft peaches and cream smell of her hair mixed with the sugary strawberry lipgloss and hot chocolate he was tasting combined with the feeling of her silky hair in his fingers was enough to send him into a coma.

Pulling away resting his forehead on hers he smiled at her drowsy eyes and goofy smile.

“Betty Cooper you are something else”