#campbughead

[theheavycrown]

Betty needs a break

Jughead is determined to give her one.

Jughead imagined the pages of endless novels he could have written, all dedicated to her, and him, and this, and them — if only his keyboard were under his fingers.

But right then he didn’t care about words, pages, or books; there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to fuck her until both of their racing writers’ minds quieted and there were no thoughts between them, only cells that belonged together.

—excerpt from Beneath the Silver Moon Rising by theheavycrown // AO3

 COMPLETE // Rating: E

| Camp Bughead |

| Day One | Camping | @buggiebreak |

Betty and Jughead do what they want when I write them, despite my intentions. A kink ship wants to kink. This fic is named after Woman, by City and Colour. I will hold on to the headcanon that Jughead listens to City and Colour until the day I die.

This fic was betaed by @kovicjones and @lilibug--xx . I’m not sure how I ended up lucky enough to become close friends with some of my favorite writers, but I did. I would never write or publish without them.

[riverdale-events]

Camp Bughead was so successful that we had to make 8 masterlists to encompass all of the content. Over the course of the 5 themed weeks we received 279 submissions covering the 31 days of prompts. We were blown away by all of the talented creators who made made art, fic, gifs, aesthetics, and graphics portraying Betty and Jughead in a number of locations, times, and situations. Don’t forget to comment, kudos, reblog, message, etc to show your appreciation for their amazing work!

For easier access to all the Camp Bughead content this is a masterpost... for the masterlists! Check them out below!

Week One (Part 1): Travel

Camping | Waterfront | Amusement Park 

Week One (Part 2): Travel

Cityscape | Abroad | Staycation | Runaways

Week Two (Part 1): Through Time 

Ancient History | The 1800s | The 1920s & 1930s | The 1940s & 1950s

Week Two (Part 2): Through Time

The 1960s & 1970s | The 1980s & 1990s | The Future

Week Three (Part 1): Movie Genres 

Noir & Mystery | Fairytale & Fantasy | Horror

Week Three (Part 2): Movie Genres

Animation | Action & Adventure | Science Fiction | Actors

Week Four: Domestic

Tying the Knot | Christmas in July | Furry Friends | Moving In | Trials & Tribulations | A Bun in the Oven | Next Generation

Week Five: Summer Break

Summer School | Summer Camp | Summer Romance

The season is changing and Camp Bughead 2018 is in the books! We can’t thank our participants enough for providing such captivating content through this long summer hiatus. Stay tuned to @riverdale-events for more Riverdale events all year long!

[lenakluthor]

camp bughead ‘18: day one ↝ camping

[i-know-you-can]

Camp Bughead - 🏠 Moving in

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

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

- excerpt from Domesticity - Moving in

[satelliteinasupernova]

Camp Bughead - Day 6 - Staycation

Staying home and listening to crime podcasts

[moon--mama]

Flight

They’d woken up at some ungodly hour to get to the airport in time for their flight. Betty insisted on having enough extra time that they would be able to look through the shops inside the terminal, and when Jughead asked her why she needed three hours to look through less than ten stores, she tilted her head and regarded him with puzzlement.

“For security, of course,” she said, her brows drawing together. “You never know how long that will take. There might be a long line.”

That was the exact instant that it really sank home for her--Jughead had never flown before. She’d gone to California for an internship her Sophomore year of high school, by herself, so she thought nothing about booking the flight overseas. He’d just blinked in response to her matter-of-fact statement and said nothing but, “Oh.”

She began to suspect that he might have been nervous when she threaded her hand through his after they’d checked their large bags and picked up their boarding passes. Betty had been deeply attuned to all things Jughead for years, and his slightly sweaty palms were a fair indication that some sort of strenuous mental process was taking place below that fringe of raven hair that seemed destined to always fall over his eyes.

The next sign came when he somewhat obsessively checked his passport, license, and boarding pass for the fourth time, making sure that all the names were alike, and none of the issuing agencies had forgotten to put “the third” after his full name.

Betty looked down at her passport, license, and boarding pass a few times too, but for a wholly different reason. Every time she saw the name Elizabeth Jones typed officially across each one, her stomach seemed to be taking flight without the rest of her body, and a huge smile spread across her face.

When the gate agent asked Jughead to put his carry-on bag on the conveyor belt, he said, “Why?”

She gave him a look as she set her belongings in the plastic bins, slipping off her shoes and dropping them onto the conveyor belt too. As the agent glared at Jughead with an expression that clearly read Just do it and stop asking questions, he gave in and did as he was told. Betty went through the metal detector first, stepping out and retrieving her shoes from the end of the scanner.

Jughead was selected to be patted down--because of course he would be after having an attitude with the gate agent--and Betty waited calmly while he complied with the check. He even joked with her that they’d gotten the wrong Jones, and his dad had already gotten used to that sort of thing when he was in prison, so Betty laughed in an effort to dispel any of the nerves she was strongly suspecting he was hiding, even though she didn’t find it funny.

They wandered through the terminal after locating their gate. She bought a cafe americano from Starbucks and a pair of soft neck pillows from a convenience store, wrapping one around Jughead and snapping it in place over his collar. He bought a new crime novel, and she found a perfectly dreadful romantic mystery to pass the time they’d spend on their international flight.

When they were called back to their gate for boarding, Betty took Jughead’s hand again. Based on the exponential increase of palm sweat, she was at that point absolutely certain that he was terrified.

As they took their seats, Betty asked Jughead if he wanted to sit by the window.

He paled. “No, you can, Betts,” he said, his tone pinched.

She took her seat and looked over at him with concern, placing one hand on his knee and turning herself to face him. “It’s going to be okay, Jug,” she said reassuringly. “I’ve flown before. These things are really safe--crashes happen in the movies.”

“You’re not helping,” he muttered, looking up at the ceiling as a businessman put a case in their overhead bin. “What if that’s a bomb?”

Betty rolled her eyes and said quietly, “It’s not, Jug, you saw how much security there was. You’re fine. We’re fine. Just try to relax--maybe you can sleep.”

He laughed shortly. “Right, and I’ll wake up when the plane is in flames and we’re plummeting into the ocean. No, thanks.”

She sighed. “Maybe you can read?” she suggested hopefully, sliding back into her chair and opening the front cover of her new novel.

Jughead pressed his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. “Unlikely,” he said, one hand squeezing the top of her leg. She let him do it, even though it was a little more pressure than she found comfortable.

As the stewardess explained the safety precautions, Jughead watched the demonstration and Betty watched him. She saw each time that his eyes widened slightly as the flight crew ran over all the possible emergency scenarios and safety equipment that might be necessary on the plane. By the time they were buckling their safety belts and turning off their phones, his fingers were digging deeply into her leg and she was squirming away from his hand.

“Jug,” she said, slipping her hand beneath his. “It’s fine. Pretend we’re on a bus. Close your eyes if you have to.”

He shook his head, threading his fingers between hers. “I can’t,” he said simply, eyes glued to the window.

As the plane taxied around the airport and took its place on the runway, Betty gave up trying to read and looked out the window, too. She felt Jughead squeezing her hand firmly as the plane sped forward, waiting for the feeling of brief weightlessness that she knew would come as soon as they lifted off. Jughead made a small noise in the back of his throat as the world fell away outside the window, and Betty looked over at him again in concern.

“See?” she said. “Nothing to worry about.”

Betty went to open her book, but Jughead quickly placed his hand on it instead. “Betts—can you just hold on a little while?” he asked, when she looked over at him curiously.

Looking like he was sitting in the dentist’s chair, or perhaps waiting to be called into the principal’s office, Jughead’s eyes met hers imploringly. Betty covered his hand with hers and said, “Of course, Jug, whatever you need.”

They stayed that way while the plane leveled out. She could feel the tension starting to leave him as his fingers eased against hers, his chest rising and falling as he took several measured breaths. Finally, he glanced over at her and said, “Thanks, Mrs. Jones. Thank you for understanding.”

She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “As long as we both shall live,” she replied happily, squeezing his fingers in hers.

[lilibug--xx]

campbughead day seventeen → horror

~

Her lungs burned with the smell of char and bone, causing her stomach to rumble in ways she hadn’t expected. Her arms still trembled and the blood was still fresh and hot, dripping down her back. It darkened the dusty rose dress with stains that could never be forgotten.

Betty tripped in her haste to keep up with her sister, tumbling to ground.

Her knees hit hard, pale translucent wings that ached from their newness unable to react quick enough to keep her upright.

With dirt beneath her fingernails, she sat back on her heels and looked over her shoulder at the figure lying in the earth.

He was but a boy, covered in vines and moss, undergrowth wrapped around his pale ankles and wrists to keep him to the ground. Unconscious, but breathing. Pale, but with life thrumming violently in his veins like the sound of the drums in the distance.

She sniffed the air and hummed at the musky scent of iron and salt. He was a human.

Turning in place, Betty leaned over him, fingers hovering just above the line of his jaw. Her fingers shook and she could feel the sharp cut of her teeth against her lower lip as her mouth started to water.

His skin was smooth and it was unfortunate that she spread a line of dark earth across his cheek, maring his complexion.

He sighed softly at her touch and Betty sucked a breath in at the overwhelming desire that shot down her spine.

Turning her head over her shoulder, she watched as the rest of The Hunt disappeared within the depths of the forest, too dark for her eyesight to catch.

Her sister would notice her absence, but not at once. Perhaps she would be proud of Betty for finding such a prize.

“Would you like to come home with me?” she whispered, cupping the boy’s jaw in her hand.

There were two objectives to choose from: to kill or capture.

How could she kill something so beautiful?

Her wings fluttered instinctively and Betty smiled down at the boy as his eyes began to open. She placed her finger upon his lips, “Do you want to live?”

When his eyes opened fully, she was shocked by the brilliance of them. A deep grey that echoed the blue she knew to be of the sky.

His lips pursed under her finger and he struggled against the restraints the earth had made for him.

Betty could hear the quickened beat of his heart, his blood singing to her as loud as her own. It made her coo, her fingers moving to his temple.

“Yes.” Was his quiet answer, voice wary as he searched her face.

She wondered what he had been through prior to this meeting; how he ended up in the warpath, clothes ragged and devoid of strength.

“What is your name?” Betty asked, hand caressing the vines around his wrists until they released their hold and sunk back into the earth.

He hesitated, eyes flickering over her hands and toward her shoulders, then back again. His jaw clenched as he weighed the options at present.

“Jughead,” he breathed.

“You’re mine now, Jughead.” She grinned, the sharp points of her teeth making him flinch. “I’ll keep you safe.”

[curlsandcrown]

Camp Bughead Day Four - Cityscape

Moodboard: Rachel. Writing: Jen & Rachel.

[ Update: Part Two / Ao3 link ]

Jughead already hates this trip. The lines to check into the flights are ridiculously long, the customer care is lacking, he’s 85% positive that he has under packed and women keep brushing up against him and looking down at his forearm. He’s gotten used to it, women finding him attractive then looking at the mark that everyone gets when they hit puberty to see if he is their soulmate. If he was a woman, then sure, bumping into your soulmate at the airport would be a great love story. A story where one can see which meeting story is the best. But he doesn’t care, not really.

Honestly, Jughead thinks his soulmate would be disappointed with how much of a loner he is due to his traveling schedule.

Hence why he’s at the airport, now waiting to get through security. Everyone is standing around while the guards are checking people through, staring at their phones or looking at a map of the airport. Jughead sighs and sees a blonde ponytail out of the corner of his eye bobbing up and down. Turning his head, he focuses in on her as she stands on her toes to look over the crowd.

“Stop that. People are going to think you’re up to something.” A man whispers to her even though most of the people near her can hear what they’re talking about.

“It should not take this long to get through,” she replies back tartly.

Even without being able to see her head-on, there’s something about her voice and her entire being that is magnetizing. He tries to get a closer look at her, but everything except for her ponytail and now the man with her are out of his sight.

“Kevin, we can’t be late!”

“Betty, we don’t have control over this.”

Betty sighs and Jughead smiles at the frustrated sound. He’s not sure why. But he gets it. The security line is taking a lot longer than usual but they all finally start to move, the blonde ponytail and this ‘Betty’ disappearing almost instantly. He feels a pang of disappointment before cursing himself for being curious about a complete stranger.

Just as he sits down in the waiting area by his gate and polishes off the burger he got in the food court, there’s an announcement coming on.

“Your attention please. The fight to Sydney has unfortunately been overbooked. We are currently offering a $500 bonus and a hotel for the night in order to get on the flight first thing in the morning. Please come see us if you are interested.“

Jughead scoffs and rolls his eyes. He has meetings to get to, even if the extra cash did sound enticing. Just as he’s about to put his headphones in, there’s a commotion to his right and he sees that blonde ponytail again. His eyes are trained on it while her hand flails around.

It’s kinda cute.

“Kevin, why are you even considering it? You have a business class ticket! We have meetings when we land.”

“Betty, you have meetings. You don’t need me until the convention starts anyway when we drop Sabrina’s book. It’ll be fine.”

Before she can retort or come up with a plausible reason for her friend to not go, he leaves and walks to the front desk, leaving her speechless and standing at the edge of the waiting area. For whatever reason, Jughead can’t stop watching her.

Twenty minutes later he’s in his chair in business class and grabbing his headphones so he won’t have to pay attention to whomever is lucky enough to sit next to him. But just as he looks up, there’s the blonde ponytail bouncing as she puts her carry on in the overhead compartment. He’s completely transfixed while watching her then sucks in a gasp when she turns to him.

“Hi. May I slide by? I’m your seat partner.”

“Yeah, of course.”

He slides back and she moves in front of him then sits at the window, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Jughead isn’t sure why he’s phased by this - she’s a random woman with beautiful straw colored hair. It’s not like he hasn’t been with a woman before.

Her arm is brushing against his and internally he knows what’s coming next out of habit. Jughead can feel her eyes on his arm but then he hears a gasp, a different reaction than usual. Turning to her, he notices that her eyes are darting between his forearm and her wrist.

Jughead looks as well then notices that the small crown on her wrist matches the one on his forearm.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs while her fingers drop to trace her initials on his skin.

[tea-and-cardigans]

Buggie Break Bughead Camp - Day 3 - Amusement Parks

“Nope, no way,” Jughead is shaking his head as he looks at the item held in his girlfriend Betty’s hand.

“But it’s tradition, ” Betty whines as she thrusts out the item again.

“And since when have I ever been one for traditions?”

Betty doesn’t offer a witty retort, based around the fact that he has been wearing the same wool beanie for as long as she’s known him, but instead juts out her bottom lip and makes her eyes go as wide as she can.

“No, nope, don’t you pull that Disney princess face on me.” He looks away for a moment, and when he turns back she continues to maintain the look, if anything she has seemingly turned it up a notch. “You forget Betty, that I, after three years of dating, am now immune to that look.”

“Please.” And then she gives the batting of the eyelashes.

“Fine give them here.” He relents and she holds out her hand with the offending item, her face shifting to one of triumph within seconds.

He places them on his head, adjusting them in the car rearview mirror to a position that he feels satisfied with, before turning back to face her.

“Oh there so cuuute!” Betty almost squeals before wrapping her arms around him tightly, her own Minnie Mouse ears bumping into his chin. He reaches up to readjust them on her head before touching the Mickey Mouse ears on top of his own.

“Only for you Betts, only ever for you.”

Thank you again for @buggiebreak for putting all these prompts together, a lot of fun.

[spaceprincessem]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Drama & Romance, Bachelor AU, alternative universe, Smut Summary:

Betty Cooper had worked all her life to be become a producer for the hit TV show, The Bachelor. She had seen the drama, watched the proposals, hand picked girls that would cause fights on the first night, and has been completely unimpressed with every man that has ever graced the title Bachelor. This season featured Jughead Jones. Bad boys were in this year.

Betty planned on making this the best season yet, but what she didn’t plan on was falling for the bachelor when he was supposed to be finding his future wife from the group of 25 girls they had screened only a few months ago. A steamy affair erupts when Jughead realizes the only girl he wants to be with is behind the camera and completely off limits.

Based off of my Camp Bughead Day 21 Actor AU: Bachelor post for @buggiebreak

Fanfic request by @jesso80

[blippa]

Mr. & Mrs. Jones - Bughead AU @buggiebreak

[riverdale-events]

Camp Bughead Masterlist: Week Three (Part 2) | Movie Genres

Camp Bughead brought forth a full month of stunning creativity! The incredible creators of our fandom portrayed Betty and Jughead in all sorts of locations, times, and situations.

We had a total of 279 submissions over the course of the five themed weeks of this event. There are 8 masterlists in total which will be linked together with the #campbugheadmasterlist tag.

Thank you so much to all the phenomenal creators of this event! Don’t forget to like, reblog, comment, direct message, do whatever you can to show appreciation for the talent and time spent by those who participated. They are what makes this fandom so incredibly special. Onto the content!

Tangled | aesthetic, fic | @milkshakesandmurders

Love and Laughter | aesthetic | @srainebuggie

Tangled | graphic | @gellsbellshead

i see the light | aesthetic | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Aristocats | aesthetic | @shrugheadjonesthethird

Sailor Moon | aesthetic | @blippa

Animation | aesthetic, fic | @moon--mama

Teen Titans | aesthetic, fic | @spaceprincessem

Zootopia | aesthetic, fic | @jughead-jones

Everything Looks Different | aesthetic, fic | @crescentmoonmadness

Anastasia | fic | @kazookidissosoabuggie

Anastasia | aesthetic, fic | @spaceprincessem​

Mr & Mrs Jones | aesthetic | @blippa

Cooper/Jones and the Lost Civilization | aesthetic, fic | @moon--mama

The necklace | fic, graphic | @bugggghead

Fear | aesthetic | @srainebuggie

Jughead Jones vs the World | aesthetic, fic | @milkshakesandmurders

Mr & Mrs Jones | graphic | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Stardust | aesthetic | @themysciradreaming

Pacific Rim | aesthetic | @blippa

The Mummy | aesthetic, fic | @spaceprincessem

Played | aesthetic, fic | @crescentmoonmadness

Hunger Games | aesthetic | @gellsbellshead​

Divergent | aesthetic | @srainebuggie

The Truth is Here | fic | @writeradamanteve

Delirium | aesthetic | @gellsbellshead

The Fog | aesthetic | @bugggghead

The Dating Algorithm | aesthetic, fic | @moon--mama

Doctor Who | aesthetic, fic | @spaceprincessem

Ascension | aesthetic, fic | @crescentmoonmadness

Cowboy Jones | fic | @writeradamanteve​

Sweetwater | art | @satelliteinasupernova

White Knight | aesthetic, fic | @crescentmoonmadness

The Bachelor | aesthetic, fic | @spaceprincessem

Sweetwater | art, video | @satelliteinasupernova

Fifty Shades Bugged | aesthetic, fic | @moon--mama

The Final Rose | fic | @spaceprincessem​

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[thetaoofbetty]

Three months, two people, and one last chance to run wild. Armed with nothing but the girl he loved, a glove box full of cassette tapes, and no destination, Jughead Jones was going to make sure the summer of ‘89 was the best of their lives. 

[i-know-you-can]

Camp Bughead  - ⛺️ Camping

[satelliteinasupernova]

Camp Bughead - Day 22 - Tying the Knot

[moon--mama]

Bun in the Oven

The day after Betty’s due date, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the baby was holding out until Thanksgiving.

She was past the cute pregnant stage of nesting: setting up the nursery, sobbing as she laid a tiny onesie over her belly, eating triple her weight in pickles because of an overwhelming craving. No, this was the nitty gritty stage of pregnancy—she was massive, her entire body ached, she had to pee every thirty seconds, and she couldn’t remember a time before the seemingly endless heartburn she was enduring. Jughead tried his best to make her comfortable, but she hadn’t been able to see her legs in weeks, and moving anywhere in her own home felt like maneuvering a bull through a china shop.

The largest issue with the baby being overdue, though, was that Betty and Jughead had volunteered to host Thanksgiving. Her expectation was that she would have had a week for recovery before inviting their family and friends into their home to see their newborn. Instead, baby Jones had its own plans.

She put both her hands on her swollen belly and leaned forward, looking down at the shifting baby pushing out against her skin. “Your time is up,” she said sternly, frowning. “Vacation is over. Check out was six days ago at 11 AM.”

Betty looked up at the sound of laughter from the doorway. Jughead was wiping off a measuring cup with a dish towel, his face soft as he looked at her. Unaccountably, tears began to well in her eyes. Her husband noticed, of course—he always noticed things like that—and when he started forward she couldn’t help it as they poured over her cheeks.

“Betts, don’t cry,” he said gently. Moving to her side, Jughead brushed his thumb over her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, setting the measuring cup on the couch at her side. She curled against him as best she could, her movement restricted by her aching back and bulging stomach. That just built her frustration and made her cry more, so Jughead hugged her even tighter. He smoothed one hand over her belly, drawing up her shirt and pressing his lips against her taut skin. “Stop making your mommy cry,” he admonished.

Hearing him refer to her as mommy always filled her heart with happiness. Jughead glanced up from her belly as her tears continued to flow, though she smiled down at him. “I love you,” she whispered. She ran her hand over his head, fingers drifting through his dark hair, wondering again if their baby would have his hair or hers. But her mind was focused more acutely on their impending dinner—the dinner she’d been planning on cooking.

Jughead kissed her belly once more and rose, picking up the measuring cup. Reluctantly, he said, “We’re out of brown sugar. Can I substitute regular sugar, or should I go get some?”

She frowned, absently running her hands over her stomach as the baby shifted in its father’s absence. It seemed like the two of them already had a bond, since the baby always pushed out a hand or a foot in response whenever Jughead touched her stomach. Mentally running over everything that needed to be cooked involving brown sugar, she said, “Have you started the sweet potatoes?”

He shook his head. “I was still working on pie filling.”

Betty shifted, starting the Herculean feat of getting up. “I’ll go get it, you need to keep going on the vegetables.”

Jughead started forward, helping her get her balance. “You can’t go by yourself, Betty. What if something happens while you’re out? I’m going with you.”

She put her hands on her lower back, trying to relieve some of the pressure, and narrowed her eyes at him. This was exactly why she was so frustrated. Betty knew he was right, but that didn’t mean she liked it. “We have people coming over in a few hours, Jug. You have to keep cooking, or nothing will be ready in time.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. Setting the cup and towel down on the kitchen counter, he slid his phone out of his pocket and began to text.

“I’ll get Dad to pick some up and come by early. Just relax, baby. I’ve got this.”

She moved herself to a closer chair. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Jughead to pull everything together, but cooking a Thanksgiving feast was beyond what he usually had to do in the kitchen. She could chop vegetables or stir something or—

Jughead deposited a book into her hands with a meaningful look. Before she could protest, he leaned down and repeated, “I’ve got this.”

Betty bit her lower lip but opened the book to her page, accepting that he wasn’t going to let her help.

A few minutes later, her father-in-law arrived with a bag of brown sugar and a massive smile. He handed his son the ingredient and crossed through the kitchen to give Betty a hug before she could struggle out of her chair. “How are you doing?” he asked, glancing down at her belly.

Betty sighed heavily. “I’m ready to meet this baby,” she said, letting some of her irritation grate out in her tone.

FP gave her a sympathetic look. “I remember, Gladys was so mad when Jug was late. I think we walked down every street in this town, trying to get things started.”

She started to push herself up. “Is that what I need to do?”

He laughed. “Let me help with dinner, and you can take Jughead hiking tomorrow. What time is your mom coming over?”

Betty glanced down at the screen of her phone. “She should be here with Polly and the twins in about an hour.”

FP’s eyebrows rose. “I’m going to help, so we should be on time. You just relax, and let us know if you need anything.”

With that, he turned back to the kitchen and began helping Jughead cut up carrots and green beans. Betty tried to focus on her book, but instead she kept glancing up at the two men working side by side. She’d seen Jughead and FP interact many times over the years, of course—so it was probably just her hormones—but Betty swiped at her cheeks in irritation as she felt herself starting to cry again.

FP elbowed Jughead a bit, nodding his head toward her. Wiping his hands on a towel, her husband left the kitchen and came to her side. “Betts, it’s okay—“ he started to say.

She interrupted with a wave of her hand. “I’m fine, it’s stupid that I’m crying anyway. I was just thinking that it’s so sweet that your dad is helping you—and maybe one day our baby will be there with you—“

He squeezed her hand, smiling. “I’m sure they will. It’s not stupid. Try to relax, though.”

Before she could respond, she heard the sound of their door opening. “FP Jones, I didn’t know that you could use a whisk,” said the voice of her mother, tinged with amusement.

With a little extra help from her mom, while Polly kept the twins amused, they managed to get the table set with all the side dishes and delicacies that went along with the holiday for their respective families. For the Jones men, that was a side of green beans with almonds that FP’s mother used to make every year. For Betty’s family, it was the sweet potato recipe she’d gotten from her mother last year when they’d hosted Thanksgiving for the first time.

They talked and laughed together well into the evening. Polly and her mom gave Betty empathetic glances across the table, helping to clear the table so that she didn’t have to ponderously lumber back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. Before they left for the evening, Betty’s mom gave her a hug and reminded her to call if anything happened.

Betty curled up with Jughead in the couch as best she could, letting him press his ear against her belly. The baby promptly kicked his cheek, making a grin spread across his face.

“I think they waited until they got their turkey dinner,” she grumbled. “This baby already loves food as much as their daddy.”

Jughead just rubbed her belly again. The baby pressed hard in response, rolling again and making Betty shift uncomfortably. Her husband leaned up and kissed her, his lips pressing gently against hers, hand still holding her belly. “I think mommy is my favorite dish, though. You’re so beautiful, Betty. I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life.”

She sighed happily. “You deserve every good thing in the world in your life. You’re amazing.”

In the middle of the night, Betty sat bolt upright. “Jug,” she said, shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes, blinking at her in confusion for a moment before fully awakening.

“Is it time?” he asked. Betty nodded, her heart pounding. Jughead threw aside the blankets. With a smile that lit up his whole face, he said, “Let’s go meet our baby.”