#riverdalepromptathonweek10

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promptathon week 10

He’s still fiddling with the ring on her finger when she wakes up.

Half-asleep, Betty tugs her hand out of his grip, pressing it against her mouth as she yawns. “What…what are you doing?”

In the morning light it glints, gold with a little round ruby set in the middle. Jughead lets his gaze trace a lazy path from her drowsy eyes to her lush mouth, to her elegant neck, to the stretch of skin where the strap of her nightgown has slipped off of her shoulder. For seven years he thought he’d never see her again. Now he hopes he gets seventy more, just like this.

“Just admiring.”

Betty stretches her fingers out on the pillow between them. “I think you’re more obsessed with it than I am.”

Jughead limits his protest to a single scoff, because she’s not wrong. The first few times they’d talked about it, she’d insisted she didn’t need a ring. He’d bought her one anyway. For whatever reason, the symbolism weighs more heavily on him than it does on her.

“Are we doing anything today?” Though it’s a Saturday, he’s found that twenty-eight-year-old Betty Cooper is just as prone to filling up her leisure time with structured activities as she was back in the days when homework and cheerleading rehearsal dominated the schedule.

But Betty shakes her head slowly. “Mm, no. Veronica had to head into the city last night to deal with something for her mom, so brunch is out, and Polly says Junie and Woody keep passing some kind of cold back and forth so I canceled our reservation at the pottery painting place this afternoon.”

“Great.” Jughead smiles, fingers tapping lightly at her forearm. “So we have a day to ourselves.”

She smiles, too, reaching out a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I guess we do. What do you want to do?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We could get married.”

Betty laughs. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“So?”

She purses her lips. “Okay, where would we get married on zero notice? City hall is closed on weekends.”

“I dunno. Pickens Park? Something pretty’s probably blooming right now. We’ll have great photos.”

“You’ll be sneezing in all of them thanks to all the pollen.” Betty pokes his nose fondly.

“Indoors, then. The Sisters of Quiet Mercy. They can’t have much going on. They had a chapel in there, right?”

Her nose crinkles up in disgust. “If the building’s still standing it’s probably full of asbestos. Not to mention memories of the time I almost got lobotomized.”

“Fair enough.” Jughead sighs. “If memories are a dealbreaker, we’ll probably have to go somewhere out of town.”

Betty wriggles closer to him beneath the sheets, her cold toes sliding between his ankles. “I’m not opposed to a destination wedding.”

“Good to know.”

“But those take some planning.” She shifts even closer, snaking her hand over his waist to settle on his back. Her nails scrape lightly across his skin, sending a shiver through his body. “So I think we’ll have to come up with something else to do today.”

Betty yelps in delight when he flips her onto her back, giggles fading into a moan as his lips find her pulse point.

“Fine by me.”

(written for week 10 of @riverdalepromptathon! prompts used are: gold, sisters of quiet mercy, & disgusted.)

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Gold - Bughead

@riverdalepromptathon week 10

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Prompts;

Daydreaming.

Gold.

Notes - ten weeks in and this is my first time taking part in the promptathon… oops. i’m glad i started though because this fic was so fun to write and i love it so much. though i swear i’ve got like three fics that end the same way this does. oh well, i still like it. enjoy. :)

Warnings - N/A.

Word count - 1.7k.

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A hand in hers. Lips pressed to her hair. A cold golden band slipping over her ring finger. The thoughts swirled around in her barely-coherent mind as Betty attempted to wake up. Her eyelids fluttered underneath the gentle sunlight that peeked through the curtains to lay across her face and she had to turn her head to the left to get the light off of her eyelids. With a quiet yawn and a stretch of her arms she blinked her eyes open with a gentle smile when she saw her snoozing boyfriend buried underneath their light copper - almost gold - bedsheets beside her.

Betty propped herself up against the headboard and sighed, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms for a moment. The memory (or was it her imagination?) of the golden ring made her look down at her hand, though no ring could be seen. She closed her eyes and let her head lean back against the headboard behind her. Had she been dreaming that Jughead had proposed to her?

Just the thought of him proposing made her smile warmly to herself. Betty and Jughead had been together for a good few years again after their high school sweethearts phase had ended for seven years. They had their own house, they had a cat, they both had stable jobs and things to do; far from old worries of serial killers and cults and aliens. They were finally living normal lives. Or, as normal as it could get for them.

The icing on the cake would be to get married to Jughead. It would be the perfect addition to their lives. Of course, eventually Betty also wanted children, though she knew how Jughead felt about that topic. After everything with his dad, he needed to be one-hundred percent ready before he could even think of going through with that next step in their lives, and Betty completely understood that. They had their whole lives ahead of them for that.

Jughead shifted in his sleep beside her and she opened her eyes to look at him with a soft smile. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. There was a time in their lives when the only peace either of them could get was when they were asleep in each other’s arms, and Betty was glad that they didn’t have to live like that anymore. No worry of serial killers or solving murders or devastating breakups. Just them. And their cat, of course.

Almost as if Toffee knew that Betty was thinking of her, a meow could be heard beside the bed before the fluffy creature jumped up onto the bed with Betty, meowing as she climbed into her lap.

“Good morning,” Betty mumbled with a soft smile as she scratched the back of Toffee’s neck, leaning her head down enough to allow the fluffy white cat to nudge the end of her nose with it’s own. With a fond smile towards the creature she ran her hand down her back and stopped at her tail, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Want some breakfast?”

At the mention of food Toffee meowed again and Betty smiled, waiting for Toffee to jump off of the bed so she could get up too. Shuffling into her slippers she slipped on one of Jughead’s shirts before she followed a meowing Toffee out of the bedroom, letting Jughead sleep for a little longer.

Toffee zigzagged between Betty’s legs on the way to the kitchen, meowing loudly on the way. Managing not to trip over her cat by the time she got there Betty reached up towards one of the cabinets in the kitchen and pulled out a tin of wet food, scrunching her nose up in disgust at the smell as she emptied it into Toffee’s bowl before she sat it back on the floor.

With her cat now eating happily Betty moved around the kitchen, gathering what she would need to make scrambled eggs for breakfast. Though as she moved around the room she still couldn’t help but think back to her dream. Of course they had spoken about marriage before; when they had gotten back together again they had both agreed that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, and that certainly included marriage, right?

If they got married then she would no longer be Miss. Cooper - she would be Mrs. Jones. The thought alone had her smiling widely at the frying pan in front of her as she sat it on the stove, an egg in her other hand. It would officially make her a part of his family, although she already knew how welcome she was into the Jones household. Betty was well aware that Jughead welcomed her into his household with open arms from day one when he was living at the trailer, though over time - through staying at the trailer some nights and then living in the same house as them - she grew close with his family too. Jellybean seemed like a little sister to her, even if she took some warming up to, and FP was like a father to her - more so than her own. After everything that had happened with Hal (she refused to refer to him as dad) FP treated her just as his own. And when she saw the man for the first time in seven years he greeted her like she was his daughter. A smile and open arms to hug her immediately. A kiss to her head and a mumble of “I missed you so much, Betty.” He liked her for who she was, not just for Jughead.

If they got married would FP walk her down the aisle? Would he dance with her at the reception? Would he gladly accept her as his daughter-in-law?

Getting along with Jughead’s family would be important, of course, but simply just having Jughead as her husband would be amazing in itself. They already acted like a married couple, but she knew life with him as her husband would be perfect. She could imagine small things like him referring to her as “Mrs. Jones”, calling her his wife and not just his girlfriend, always wearing matching wedding rings so they have something to connect to even when they aren’t together. Holidays together in a secluded cabin, slow dancing at parties, anniversary celebrations; she wanted it all.

She wanted to be married to him.

“You know,” a pair of arms snaked around her waist and held her into an embrace, bringing her out of her daydream. “If you want to cook the eggs, you have to crack them into the pan and not just stare at them.” His voice, though groggy with sleep, held a teasing undertone to it, and she smiled fondly to herself as she shook her head.

“I was just daydreaming. Got away from myself.” Betty mumbled, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as she felt kisses being placed to the back of her neck and wherever her shoulder was exposed.

“Was it about me?” Jughead teased again, and moved his hands to her hips to spin her to face him with a smile.

“It was actually.” Betty giggled, slipping her arms around his waist to tuck herself into him properly, shutting her eyes again as he dropped a kiss to her temple.

“Oh yeah? I’m flattered,” Jughead held her tightly against himself, his hand running across her back underneath the shirt she was wearing. “Can I ask why?”

“I had a nice dream about you.” Betty said softly, smiling to herself as she held onto him a bit tighter, tilting her head upwards slightly to leave a gentle kiss to the bottom of his jawline.

“A nice dream or a nice dream?” He teased, and chuckled as she gently nudged his side.

“A nice dream. It was very sweet. I don’t remember much about it but I know it made me really happy.” Betty said softly.

She looked up at Jughead as he hummed and leaned back slightly, and she leaned into his hand as he lifted it to rest against her cheek. It was moments like that when she knew that being married to Jughead would be perfect. They didn’t need to go on dates all the time or do fancy things to be happy with each other. Just having each other’s company was enough for them. All they needed was each other.

His hand cupped her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her and Betty smiled against his lips as her hands gently gripped onto his shoulders. They stood there for a few minutes, enjoying gentle touches and soft whispers between each other which only they would get, before they both felt fur brushing against their legs and an impatient meow following.

Betty pulled away with a pout as she looked down at Toffee who was looking directly at Jughead. “She likes you more than me.” She complained.

Jughead chuckled as he leaned down to lift Toffee into his arms, letting the cat nudge his face as she started purring. “I am very likeable.” He joked.

Betty fondly rolled her eyes and turned away from him and back towards the stove to turn it on, actually starting to fix their breakfast that time without getting distracted. “Of all people you don’t have to tell me that.” She pointed out, and heard him laugh behind her as he pressed a kiss to her head.

“Good point.”

As she focused on the eggs, she didn’t see Jughead move across the kitchen to where he had left his work bag on the table from the day before. She missed his hand reaching into one of the side pockets from which he pulled a velvet ring box. She didn’t see the sun reflecting on the golden band as he opened the box to check it was still inside. As Betty stirred the eggs Jughead slipped the ring box into his jacket which was hanging on one of the coat hooks by the door way; the jacket he’d be wearing out later that day when he took her out for lunch at their favourite restaurant. Where he would hopefully quite literally make a dream come true.

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

Devil’s Haircut: The Redemption of Reggie Mantle

(i.e. the mullet made him do it)

It’s Friday and Riverdale’s Homecoming game is tonight! After Reggie’s world is upended by a disturbing truth, he ends up spending the afternoon hanging out with Betty, Jughead, and the twins. Later that night, Reggie throws one last party at his mob-sponsored mansion prior to his scheduled eviction the next day.

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My @riverdalepromptathon submission for Week Ten, using the following prompts: Disgusted; Daydreaming; Sisters of Quiet Mercy; Gold. In addition, the lyric prompt ‘I’ll pretend that I don’t know of your sins until you are ready to confess’ inspired several aspects of the story, though the line isn’t cited directly in the text. 

Read it here on AO3

[winterlovesong1]

patience

Summary: Betty has been having nightmares. Jughead knows. He waits for her to tell him.

Author Notes: For @riverdalepromptathon - Based on the prompts gold and lyrics I’ll pretend that I don’t know of your sins until you are ready to confess

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The first time they are on the edge of town and she’s sitting beside him in the driver’s seat.

Her shoulders shake and her hands tremble as her fingers tighten around the fabric of her jacket. He can barely make out her whispers that are originating from her unconscious.

Read the rest at A03.

[riverdalepromptathon]

WEEK TEN

pick two or more prompts:

location: Sisters of Quiet Mercy

activity: daydreaming

emotion: disgusted

color: gold

lyrics: and i’ll pretend that i don’t know of your sins until you are ready to confess

POST DATE

Wednesday, July 21

RULES

pick two or more from the prompts above.

create something! anything: fic, fanart, moodboard, gifset - whatever strikes your fancy. all characters and all ships welcome.

post it on the following Wednesday so we’ve all got some new content to share and enjoy while we wait for our beloved trash fire problematic fave to return from hiatus.

tag your submission with #riverdalepromptathonweek10 AND tag the @riverdalepromptathon​ account in your post so we can find it and reblog it!

that’s it. seriously - we just want to encourage some creativity and sharing during the hiatus. if you have any questions, our ask box is open!

[riverdalepromptathon]

it’s week ten

We’re excited to see what you’ve got! Be sure to tag your prompt fills @riverdalepromptathon​ and #riverdalepromptathonweek10 so we can find them.