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8 Days of Reindeer Games

Day 1: Dasher – Favorite location/set

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Thank you so much for my first prompt ever, @theheavycrown ! I hope you like it. And also, a huge thanks to my awesome beta @shrugheadjonesthethird 

“Please? Come on, Juggie.” From where Jughead stood with his back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at Betty, sitting in front of him, shaking his head for the millionth time. “Please.”

“Nope. Nuh uh. You better not pout. I’m not doing it again.”

“Juggie. Please. It’s not that bad.” He wanted to be strong against her pleading voice, but truth be told, her soft tone and the puppy eyes she was making, were doing things to him.

“Not that bad?! Betts, come on. Look at me.” Her eyes sized him up, head to toe, and for a second Jughead imagined what she was seeing. Black clothes, ragged jeans, the tattoos that covered both of his arms. “I am not the cute Christmas sweater type.”

“But we did it last year!” She pleaded.

“Yeah, because you ambushed me. I wasn’t aware of the Cooper tradition, and I couldn’t exactly say no. It’s already a challenge to get through the Holidays with your family, with your mom, more specifically, and a Christmas sweater is just adding insult to injury.”

Of course, he had a point. A good one at that. Holidays with her family were always… interesting, to say the least. Actually, every moment with her family fell under that euphemism. And Jughead… Well, Jughead was the exact opposite of everything her mother had pictured for her daughter. It had taken quite some time for Alice to understand that what mattered wasn’t his tattoos, his bad smoking habit, or the awkward way they first met. What mattered was how much he loved Betty and how happy they were.

“You know I’ll be there with you, just… no reindeer sweater.” Betty shook her head at his words, crossing her arms.

“It’s just… You wear sweaters all the time. What’s wrong with wearing another type of sweater? Just for one night?” Betty saw he didn’t have an immediate reply to this particular argument. It was her chance. “Juggie.” She said with her sweet voice. “Come on. This is the last time. I… I can try to get us out of it for next year. I swear.”

Jughead sighed. “Betts…” Something in his voice, the way he always said his nickname for her, gave her an idea.

“Juggie.” She said pouting. “Please? Pretty please? I can make it up to you.”

So much for her not pouting. The second she did it he couldn’t look away. And those words, along with her big puppy green eyes…

“Make it up to me?” He repeated, clearing his throat as their eyes meet.

“Uhum.” She hummed, and as she popped open the top buttons on her pink shirt, revealing the top of her bra, his mouth went dry. “But I’ll do it in true-fashion deal style. I pay half now, and the other half after the deal is done.” Her tone was sultry and sexy, and his blood rushed down as the heat inside his body increased.

“I like the way your mind works,” Jughead said, pulling her closer, to stand between his legs. “You better explain how the first part of this payment is going to work, though.” Betty gave him what could only be described as a naughty smile, biting her lower lip.

“Well, it’s simple. First, you take off your shirt. Then, you go to our bed, lay down, and wait for me.” She leaned in on his chest, and with a hand on the back of his neck, Betty pulled his head down, so she can whisper in his ear. “You leave the rest to me.”

Jughead did as she said, removing his t-shirt, and going to lay down on their bed, more than ready for whatever it was she had planned for the rest of their night.

Christmas Eve, sitting on the Cooper’s couch, all Jughead could think about was how Betty had really outdone herself this time. They were wearing matching dark blue sweaters, with a goofy looking Rudolf stamped on it, lights wrapped around his horns. The worst thing? The lights were actual lights, with small colorful LEDs that bothered his eyes if he looked down. It was official. He was an ambulant Christmas tree.

“You can’t complain, man. This is worse.” Jason said, sitting beside him. Polly had her husband wear a red Santa sweater that somehow made the sound of Santa’s laugh. The Ho Ho Ho’s were the high point of the kids night, and they would come every now and then to press down on their father’s abdomen to make Santa laugh again.

Yes, he couldn’t complain. Especially because of Betty’s promise. That, along with the La Perla wrap he had seen on the trash can were the only things stopping him from taking off the damn sweater. He didn’t doubt she would certainly make it up to him as she had done a week ago when she had put on a gorgeous and sexy pink lingerie set, going down on him, and making him lose his damn mind as she had ridden him into cloud nine. With that in mind, not even Alice Cooper’s jabs or Hal’s judgemental silence could bother him.

Finally, it was two in the morning, and they were going back to the hotel room they rented for the night.

“Did you see the look on Polly’s face when Mom said we won best sweater this year?” Betty asked happily as she entered the car. She watched as Jughead took off the sweater, opening the top buttons on the black shirt that had been underneath it, putting on his black leather jacket, and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have this man and to be able to call him hers. “Thank you for doing this, Juggie.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” He said leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Juggie.”

He then crossed his arms, a serious playful expression appearing on his face. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? You owe me. I’d like to receive the other half of my reward.”

Betty licked her lips before taking off her own sweater. Under it, was a black dress, one of his favorites. Making sure to be looking into his eyes, she tugged down the front zipper to fully show him the red lacy bra she was wearing. “Oh, I don’t mind, but I thought you would like to wait until we’re back to the hotel. I mean… it would be more comfortable.”

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Betty was in another world as she floated around the kitchen cooking up a storm. Christmas was her favourite time of year. It meant baking and snow and lots of kisses under the mistletoe. Her and Jughead had been living together for 2 Christmas’s now and each one Betty found her self cooking even more food than the year before.

This year though, their family and friends were coming over to their new apartment for a Christmas Eve feast and Betty was going to make it perfect.

With half an hour left until they all arrived she’d sent Jughead to get dressed and finish setting the table, while she put the finishing touches on her glazed ham and put her special vanilla chocolate chip cookies in the oven.

You should always have something baking when guests arrive.

Their aroma already started to fill the apartment as they began to bake and Betty closed her eyes and sighed in happiness. This Christmas was going to be the best one yet she could feel it. She loved Jughead so much there was no way anything could go wrong if they were together.

“What’s that smell….are you making cookies ?” Jughead appeared from their room, wide eyed and a gigantic grin on his face.

“Yes but their not for you.” Betty replied cheekily, cleaning up the last of her crumbs and dishes. Winking at him as she went.

“You wound me Betts.” Jughead chuckled knowing he could easily get his girlfriend to change her mind.

“Maybe I’ll just eat one of these instead.” He gestured walking over to her, where an large plate of cupcakes sat. Decorated in all different patterns and colours.

It had taken Betty hours to finish them all but it was the lots of fun. She did have some help from Jughead but he ate most of the ice rather than piping it onto their cake.

“Oh no you don’t.” Betty swatted his hand away. “These are for dessert.” She said proudly.

“But I’ve tried everything you’ve cooked except one of these.”

Staring down at them they did look delicious Betty thought. And she was feeling a bit hungry after all her cooking this afternoon. Jughead’s cute face and sly smile weren’t helping either.

“Maybe we can share one.”

“Yesss.” Jughead hissed under his breath making Betty giggle at his childish ways. He was completely ecstatic to have some. The biscuit smell was driving him mad.

Coming round to the same side of the bench as him she picked up the best looking one and hummed to herself. They really did look scrumptious.

They were both staring down at it licking their lips, transfixed by this one cupcake. Anyone would think this was the only thing they were going to eat for the entire Christmas season.

As she peeled back the paper Betty’s eyes travelled up to Jughead’s. They were glistening with want and she could see deep down how much he loved her.

Or was it her baking ?

But her happiness was cut short when she noticed what he was wearing.

“Where on EARTH did you get that sweater?” Betty spoke in surprise disapprovingly. “You are not wearing that tonight.”

“Betts come on.” Jughead laughed, reaching for the cupcake but she moved it away from him.

Sighing Jughead knew he had to tell her the story. “ Sweet Pea and I were talking..”

“Of course,” Betty sighed having a feeling she knew were this was going.

“And I kinda, may have said something about what we did the other night.”

“JUGHEAD!”

“ I know, I know I’m sorry. It just came out. He was talking about Veronica and how amazing she was and I just couldn’t sit there and listen to him knowing how spectacular you are- were that night and ….”

“How much did you tell him ?” Betty waited nervously. She was blushing beet red. She was slightly proud thinking back on it now but completely embarrassed to think Sweet Pea knew.

“Hardly anything. I promise. Just the bit about the whipped cream.” He finished quietly. “So he dared me to wear this and he’s going to wear one like this tonight as well.”

“What about my mom?” She asked, seeing Jughead attention waver back to the cupcake.

“ I guess that’s all part of the dare.” He said sadly knowing Alice Cooper would have a fit if she saw it. “But if it helps your dad would find it hilarious.”

“No. that does NOT help.” Betty chuckled, deciding to give up, handing him the cupcake.

A picture of a chimney was knitted into the fabric. Seeming innocent enough. But the words-

“This Santa loves going down” we’re definitely not.

“Maybe-“ Jughead mumbled with his mouth full of cupcake. The cream cheese icing smeared all around his lips. “If- Sweet Pea gets here- first.” He swallowed “-we can switch shirts. His isn’t as bad.”

“What does his say?”

“I’m nice. She’s the naughty one. With an arrow.” Jughead smirked.

“God.” Betty cursed starting to smile. She was beginning to see the funny side and admittedly she didn’t mind his sweater for a joke but her mother’s reaction was worrying her.

“Just keep this one.” She smirked cheekily. “Who cares about my mom.”

Jughead was surprised to say the least at her sudden surrender but what she did next almost made him choke on his own saliva.

“And don’t wipe your mouth. The cream icing completes the outfit.”

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Thanks for the prompt ask ❤️❤️

I got a bit carried away hahaha

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SUMMARY: Veronica breaks her 'no present' agreement with R. This is for DANCER / Day 2 of the Riverdale Reindeer Games

Betty runs away from university, seeking refuge in a little trailer in Riverdale’s south side, home to Jughead Jones. Here she manages to bring back the holiday spirit into a space which had long abandoned even the possibility of such celebration.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: this is my entry for the first day of the Reindeer Games hosted by @riverdale-events​​. I know I’m technically a day late but, in my defence, I had finals (which are done now so yay!) so I finished the prompt for Dasher a day later than anticipated. I hope you like it!

Archie asked if he could see her everyday, and everyday Jughead had to tell him that she wasn’t ready yet and she would rather not see him. Betty was staying in his trailer because she knew if she went home, her mother would have questions – the primary one being why she was back in Riverdale and not at university, a question she didn’t have the willpower to answer. Especially when university was where, the day after Archie told her that he had been reconsidering them, he had promptly made out with someone at a party for all the world to see. FP had gone to Toledo for a few months, leaving Jughead alone, making the trailer her perfect hiding spot.

inspired by a prompt by @verytrulyviolet​

“I am sorry I texted you this late,” he finally said, “you didn’t have to come immediately. I just- I worked really hard on this and I wanted to give it to you.” He looked deeply to Betty’s eyes, as if he was looking for some kind of permission to continue. “Because you deserve it.”

What was he talking about? It couldn’t be the house… right? That would be too extra, even for him.

He got up from the armchair, probably too nervous to be able to sit in a place.

“It took me almost three years to finish this,” he said slowly, voice clearly showing that he was thinking carefully about every word, “I know there is nothing I could do to make up for those years - and I am not trying to. But I still care about you and I want you to have this.”

8 Days of Reindeer Games

Day Three: Prancer

Word Count: 791

Rated: G

Prompt: Parties- Ugly sweater, balls/galas, office

(Read on AO3)

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She said five more minutes ten minutes ago. Jughead was waiting for Betty on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

"Honey! Are you almost ready?" Jughead shouted up the stairs. "We're gonna be late!"

"Okay, I'm coming down."

Jughead stood to wait at the bottom of the stairs. Betty appeared from the dark hallway with only the light of a nightlight making a halo around her silhouette. Her dress  was form fitting, but flared out at the bottom. A vision in red silk gliding down the staircase, she took Jughead's hand when offered to her.

"Why do I feel like this is Prom all over again?" Jughead commented as he helped Betty into her coat.

"You know what they say, the Christmas Charity Ball is just like Prom for adults."

"I don't think anyone has ever said that."

"I just did."

The sun had already set when they arrived at the banquet hall where the event was taking place. Smooth jazz  poured out through the speakers. The room was filled with members of the local government and other local business owners. Betty and Jughead, as owners of the local newspaper, were invited to help raise money for Riverdale's Children,  a non-profit that split donations between nearby orphanages and foster homes and the children's hospital.

Some such children were there that night, munching on cookies from the refreshment table and laughing with the other kids.

"Juggie look… they are so sweet." Betty watched as a few older kids danced with the younger ones.

Jughead slid his arm around his wife's waist. "Yes, I know. Betty wants a baby…and you'll have one soon."

"Not soon enough." She grumbled, but leaned into his embrace.

"I'll keep trying until it works."

Betty giggled when Jughead kissed her cheek. He had no right to be acting naughty at an event like this, but Betty still found him terribly irresistible. She forced herself away from him and into the welcoming smells from the refreshment table.

"Attention, esteemed guests." Fred Andrews, recently elected mayor, spoke through the microphone. "Thank you all for attending the first annual Charity Christmas Ball for Riverdale's Children All proceeds from tonight's event will go directly to Riverdale's Children, because who are we without our kids?"

Cheers erupted from the audience, especially the younger ones. All off the little ones seemed to want to be as close to the stage as possible.

"We will start our auction tonight with an offer from yours truly. A full backyard remodel from Andrews Construction and Landscaping."

The auction covered a huge variety of products and services. Local high schoolers would offer to babysit your kids or clean your house. Veronica Lodge both procured a signed Hamilton Playbill and offered up a private visit to Pop's and La Bonne Nuit for one night.

Betty's chance came later in the night. Jughead watched with jealousy in his eyes when Betty stepped up on stage.

"Now introducing, the lovely Betty Cooper." Fred announced. Betty whispered something in his ear. "Pardon me, now introducing Betty Jones. That's right ladies and gentlemen. Tonight you will have the chance to buy a date with a married woman."

Jughead heard a few hoots and hollers from the back of the room. With a glance back he saw a few of his former classmates comparing large bills with each other. He was not surprised that his Betty was suddenly desirable to these losers after she'd become a successful journalist… and subsequently married her best friend.

"We'll start the bidding at fifty dollars."

Jughead snorted as three bids went up at the same time. The bid was up to one-fifty in under thirty seconds. Little did any of them know that Jughead came tonight with a full wallet. He let the other's bid it up, though by the time two hundred rolled around they had started getting more nervous. Jughead thought they could do better… Betty was priceless after all.

"Two-fifty." He shouted. Betty smiled at him from her spot on stage.

"Three hundred." Reggie Mantle called.

"Four hundred." Jughead countered, not taking his eyes from Betty.

"That's four hundred." Fred announced over the murmurs and laughter from the attendees. "Going once, going twice… sold! That's one date with Mrs. Betty Jones for Mr. Jughead Jones. Congrats, you get to take your wife on a date."

Jughead stepped up to the stage and took her hand. They'd done their fair share for the evening, and he was eager to start their date.

"Four hundred, huh?" Betty asked, as he escorted her out to the lobby.

"Well, I wanted to give the kids a great Christmas." He said, once again helping her into her coat. "And besides… you can't put a price tag on perfection.”

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