prompt: “I thought the doctor put you on bed rest” requested by @heytherejulietx hope you like it❤️
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There’s one thing he knows about Betty Cooper that will never change, her stubbornness.
There she was thirty eight weeks pregnant sitting on their bed filled of case files and an almost empty box of donuts. That’s how he found her when he came back from their office.
Finally life was good for them. They left Riverdale three months after they got back together. It was a big step but they didn’t want to waste any more time.
Boston seemed the perfect place for a fresh start. Jughead was still writing, doing some freelance articles and working on a mystery storybook, and Betty decided to quit the FBI to become a Private Investigator. Soon enough he would join her and after their second year in Boston they opened their own agency.
And when things couldn’t get better they did, they weren’t trying yet, but the topic had been discussed a few times both agreed that they were finally in a good place to start their family, so when Betty found out she was pregnant they just fell in love with the idea.
“I thought the doctor put you on bed rest” he walked towards the bed and put some of the papers away so he coud sit next to her. She had those Braxton Kicks contractions during the weekend, they were so hard she really thought she was giving birth. They ended at the hospital at four am, but came back home an hour later with no baby and a week of bed rest recommended by her doctor.
“I am on bed” he knew this was the last thing she wanted to do, and was annoyed at that.
“But you are not resting ” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him to kiss her forehead.
“I tried but then I got bored, I even tried to sleep for a bit longer but your daughter definitely had other plans that included kicking my ribs constantly for half an hour” she said caressing her big bump. “Besides, I think I’ve got it, it’s not her neighbor or the nanny the person who’s been stealing Ms. Calloway’s jewelry, it’s her husband, to re-gift them to his secret mistress, aka, his secretary” she said showing him the files.
“I’ll look at this, but I’m pretty sure you’re right, I can’t believe you just put it together in a few hours, I’ve been looking at this case for days” he said as he stood up to put the papers away, and then lay by her side.
He knew the last weeks of her pregnancy were rough but everything will be worth it the moment they meet their little girl. He placed his hand on her bump and felt the baby kick at his touch “Hey baby girl, you really are your mother’s daughter huh? Would you calm down for a while so mommy can get some sleep?” When he didn’t feel her kick again, he leaned towards her belly and kissed it.
“I think she just calmed down” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Try to get some sleep then, remember what the doctor told us, we should sleep as much as we can, because once she is here we won’t be able to have a full night sleep for a long time”
“I know, I can’t wait to meet her though”
“Me too, we are so close” he said caressing her bump.
“I love you Jug”
“I love you both, I can’t believe this is our life”
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I thought I would share the prompts for @riverdalepromptathon I have received so far! If there’s something you don’t see here that you would like me to explore, send me a prompt!
I would honestly like to do all of these, but that might be too ambitious. We’ll see.
A Perpetual Estrangement:
A look into Betty and Jughead’s courtship in the past.
Jughead’s point of view from the beginning of the fic, when they met again. [Might lean into how he felt when he moved into town and realized that Betty’s family had connections there/ Meeting Polly, etc.]
Some time with Jules, Penny, and Lorna.
Thawing Ice: A look into what happens later: revealing they are dating again to their parents, Betty driving Jughead back to school after the holiday, JB realizing that they are dating again [I’m leaning toward the last one.]
Heavenly Creatures:
Angel Betty and Demon Jughead, the second time they meet. [Kind of intrigued by this one, because Betty is only just getting the hang of having a human form at that point. A good opportunity to explore weird, eldritch angel gender feelings]
the first time Betty and Jughead meet
that time “he had convinced her to walk out on the beach with him to feel the waves, when she had a tense family reunion to oversee”
Mismatched Pieces: a check up on their relationship down the road. [might be a good opportunity to explore some Betty POV for that fic.]
The Lady of the Manor: Exploring something from the first 3 chapters from Jughead’s POV.
The Sleeping Prince: A sneak peek into a future moment of them going on a date. Or on a mission where Betty wears one of the outfits she keeps covered in her hanger.
Art prompts: Betty and Jughead dressed similarly, Cuddling with Toffee, B & V friendship [! I miss it]
UPDATED: All prompts as of 10/17. Thank you so much to everyone who has sent me prompts! I’m so excited to work on these, and to see what everyone creates!
“So, Jughead,” she starts, ignoring his eyes trailing over her legs, “they call you an underdog—”
“Underdogs don’t keep winning, do they?” He looks almost smug at the question but it suits him, she decides.
Betty laughs, dipping her chin in acquiescence. “No, they usually lose right up until they win the big game in the final stretch.” She leans closer. “That’s not you at all, is it?”
The corners of his mouth curl up and he turns further into her. “I’m good at whatever it is I decide to set my mind on.”
oh my goodness! this is a whole lot of wow in one prompt. (prompt is “Do you want to borrow a shirt? All of yours are in the wash.”)
Jughead Jones had started a food fight in the middle of the cafeteria. I choose to not get involved from the start, until he decided that it was completely necessary to shove an entire piece of cake into my boobs. Mind you, it was right on the River Vixen uniform I had received not even seconds prior, after Cheryl finally calmed her inner bitch and let me on the squad. Shock is not the word I would use to even begin to describe the way I reacted. A state of utter horror, maybe. As you can imagine, I was pissed.
“Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!” I fumed. Jughead gasped as an eruption of laughter flooded the room at the use of his true identity. I smirked lightly, knowing he had taken on my state of horror.
“We’re using full names now? It was one piece of cake at a food fight, get the fuck over it and loosen UP.” He crossed his arms, seeming content with himself. I was most definitely NOT in the mood to deal with his ignorant bullshit. Me and Jughead, have been rivals since we were little, never a reason to be rivals, but every reason to absolutely loathe each other. Of course though, our mothers were best friends.
“I am very loose,” I put in finger quotations; totally nailed it. “You’re just an ass who’s legs are so loose, you can’t keep anything in your pants when a girl over the age of 14 walks by!”
“Say’s the whore cheerleader!” It rang through the now silent lunchroom. Although me and Jughead are rivals, he does know when he’s met a boundary, he lives next door. He knows what makes me tic, and knows not to say anything my mother has said about me, knowing full well it’s something I can’t handle, and knows it’s a boundary he can never cross, even when we are going at it. He has his shit and I have mine and we stay out of it, rivalries and all. Jughead Jones however, had just crossed this boundary with his front forward.
I had been standing there for a good amount of time, and he immediately realized what he had said. I was frozen, all I could feel was a tear running down my face. I quickly came back to reality, blinked away my tears as I looked down, quickly turning to run out the door. I just kept running, no breathe entering or exiting my lungs, I had to get out. Out of this school, this world, my head. I pivoted as I ran, kept running till I slammed into the push doors, trying to find strength in the newfound weakness sweeping me.
It was raining, beneath the droopy scenery Riverdale loosely held together. It mixed beautifully with chilled fall air, in a mix of brown leaves rapidly flying throughout. The rain pelted my skin like bullets coming through me. It had awoken me from the state of asphyxiation I was in. I dropped to my knees, and finally, I was at peace.
Almost as if my moment had been detected, bursting through the door behind me comes Jughead Jones himself. I turn to see him, and quickly stand up and walk away from him.
“I am not doing this, Jug-” That asshole always has something to say.
“Betty please-”
“No!” I turn to look at him, he is now just as much of a mess as I am, both soaked, dripping with a mix of rain water and salty tear drops. “You of all people Jug! You should know when it is too far!”
“Betty, I didn’t want to do this in the first place! I didn’t want to continue this but here we are and I can’t-” I started to walk, if I had stayed much longer, my state of asphyxiation would’ve found its way back to me. “Let me just drive you home Betts. Please.”
“I’ll walk Jug.” He caught me by surprise, quickly walking forward and taking my head in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. We’ve been acting too long.” I looked up cautiously.
Here’s something you don’t know about Jughead Jones.
We’ve been together for about a year now. I love him, but we have a lot of issues. We choose to act the way we used to in front of friends, because if we tell them, it could potentially fatal. Sometimes, including the happenings of this afternoon, I feel that it isn’t an act. I could very well be one of his ‘whores’, but i’d rather risk it being true than ever leave him.
I may walk out, but I could never leave him no matter how hard I fucking tried.
“We can’t keep acting to protect ourselves, and you can’t walk away from me, not now or ever. I don’t want to pretend anymore. Please, look at me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want that too.” I pulled his hands from my head and turn towards the street. At times like these, my trust issues get the best of me. Why would high school stud Jughead Jones want me when he can have all of them? I’m just not such a believer in his answers to that question anymore.
“Jug, you said it yourself. I may as well be one of your whores, I don’t mean anything to you.” He stood there, dumbfounded. Maybe, I was right.
“Elizabeth Cooper, are you fucking kidding me right now?” I turned back and he was staring bullets straight through me.
“Excuse me?” I practically squeaked, nervous on what I had done.
“You really think that you don’t mean anything to me?” I just simply nodded, bringing my head gaze back to my feet. He stepped forward to bring my chin back to its original state. “ I’m so in love with you, and I will never in my whole life someone like you. I don’t want whores baby, I want you.” Dumbfounded could be the word you could use to describe me at this moment. I grabbed his face and kissed him.
That kiss, it was something you couldn’t even find in the movies. I fell for him so quickly, it was like waking up on a normal day, but one day I was empty and the next day, I just wasn’t. I melted into his arms, his hands in my hair, rain pouring as puddles filled around our feet. The rain was chilled, but the adrenaline was being fed to me from him. It was intense, breathtaking even. When we did come up for air, all we wanted was more. I pulled away reluctantly.
“Just take me home Jug.” He nodded and I silently got on his bike, grabbing my helmet from under his. He mounted the bike in front of me, kicking the stand and starting the engine. I wrapped around his leather, and we rode. We took the long way around, seeing the trees absorb the mist around them, the evergreens thriving in the gloom. When we finally did come to a stop, I was slightly unhappy with the destination we had arrived in and started to tremble. It was the driveway of my own home. Of course, he lived next door, but even the thought of being alone at the time was not something I wanted to cross my mind.
He must of felt my subtle shake as he kicked the stand and rode into his driveway. He dropped the stand, took off his helmet, and silently walked towards the door. I wasn’t far behind, slipping on the leather seat under me. Once I made it through the door, he was already three steps ahead of my mind. He handed me an off colored blue towel and wiped himself off, clearly still sopping even after the fact. At this point in time, I could imagine Weatherbee’s state of anger, so I duly noted to bring him a box of cookies on Monday morning. Jughead was still trying to dry himself before sighing. He must’ve decided that inevitably, we both would have to change, especially with the mix of food, rain, and the gravel of Riverdale High’s parking lot.
“Do you want to borrow a shirt? All of yours are in the wash.”
“Who says I want any clothes at all?” I smirked, I was feeling daring and I could tell he enjoyed it, as his eyebrow quickly rose and he was officially distracted. He turned to me slowly, looking up to meet my eyes.
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What’s better for the new year that start with a new, good and fresh prompt list? All you have to do is send a ship name into my ask along with two to three numbers from the list.
p.s. Please say if you (absolutely) want smut
‘’Love can be an ugly feeling too.’’
‘‘Can you come over?’‘
‘‘Are you high?’‘
‘‘Why are you bleeding?’‘
‘‘I’m not a damsel in distress.’‘
‘‘You look so fucking how right now.’‘
'’I remember it all too well.’’
‘‘Can I touch you?’‘
‘‘Anything hurts less than the quiet.’‘
‘‘We’re in public, stop that.’‘
‘‘I’m not going to lie, this isn’t how I planned this to go down.’‘
‘‘What am I gonna do without you?’‘
‘‘Your love is my drug.’‘
‘‘Is that a..hickey?!’‘
‘‘Why haven’t you kissed me yet?’‘
‘‘I’ll always love you.’‘
‘‘I wish I could go back in time but I can’t...’‘
‘‘Can you please come and get me?’‘
‘‘I can’t stay.’‘
‘‘Have you been drinking? You look terrible.’‘
‘‘You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say ‘I love you’.’‘
‘‘You can’t come here unannounced.’‘
‘‘I don’t want your apology.’‘
‘‘Nice ass, asshole.’‘
‘‘I’m high on you, Baby.’‘
‘‘I can’t do this anymore.’‘
‘‘Kiss me.’‘
‘‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder.’‘
‘‘We could get arrested for this.’‘
‘’Close the door.’‘
‘‘Please don’t post that.’‘
‘‘Can you be serious for a whole minute?’‘
‘‘I’m pretty sure this is illegal.’‘
‘’You had me at ‘hello’.’‘
‘‘I never knew loving could hurt this good.’‘
‘‘Just a touch of your love is enough to take control of my whole body.’‘
‘‘Do you need a place to stay for tonight?’‘
‘‘Always and forever.’‘
‘‘If you love me let me go.’‘
‘‘Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.’‘
‘‘Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?’‘
‘‘Please don’t shut me out.’‘
‘‘I know you feel what I feel.’‘
‘‘You’ve unlocked something in me.’‘
‘‘I knew you were trouble when you walked in.’‘
‘‘Stop playing with my feelings.’‘
‘‘Spend the night with me.’‘
‘‘Who said loving me was easy?’‘
‘‘Even if I did feel something for you, you wouldn’t care.’‘
‘‘You told me you loved me so why did you go away?’‘
‘‘I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.’‘
‘‘You’re not sorry.’‘
‘’Are you single? Just asking.’’
‘‘You’re not the same anymore.’‘
‘‘I didn’t plan to fall in love but I did.’‘
‘‘I love me a cliché bad boy.’‘
‘‘I never thought anyone could ever make me feel this way.’‘
‘‘It’s lonely here without you.’‘
‘‘Bite me.’‘
‘‘It takes everything in me not to call you.’‘
‘‘I’ve had enough.’‘
‘‘You should’ve been there.’‘
‘‘I never thought we’d have a last kiss.’‘
‘‘You make my heart feel some type of way and it’s freaking me out.’‘
‘‘Nice ass.’‘
‘‘You weren’t supposed to see me like this...’‘
‘‘Love terrifies me.’’
‘‘When things gets crazy, don’t push me away.’‘
‘‘I will always be yours, forever and more.’‘
‘‘What does your heart say?’‘
p.p.s. My personal favorites are in italic, in case you were curious
Jughead hadn’t seen Betty all day, and quite honestly, he was getting restless. It almost felt like she had been avoiding him. So when he saw the blonde speed walking towards her Chemistry Lab in the empty hall, he reached out one arm, to spin her around to see him.
“Jug!” She squealed, her heart racing, “Oh my gosh, I was going to smack you, as an instinct.”
He grinned, “Hey gorgeous.”
She smiled back, “I really have to get to class, I’m going to be late.”
“Alright, I’ll let you go, but what are you doing after school?”
She went up on her tiptoes, “Cheerleading practice.”
“Dinner?”
“I have this family thing.”
He pouted.
“But you can come after?” She winked and gave him a peck.
“Alright, see you later then,” he called out to her, but she was already rushing down the corridor.
He stood there for a moment, biting down his smile as his heart slowed down.
Did he love this secret dating? Maybe. It was exciting and thrilling, but he wished he got to see her more, spend more time with her, and let all the other guys know that he had her heart as she did him.
***
“Elizabeth!” Her mother scolded for the 3rd time that evening. “I’ve asked you twice now, can you please pass the carrots.”
Betty apologised and handed them to her.
“What has gotten into you? You’re so distracted. If you’re like this at school-if this is because of that Jones boy-Elizabeth, I swear to God-“
“No, it isn’t, mother.” She did her best to suppress her eye-roll, but didn’t quite succeed, earning a snicker from Chic.
Of course it was ‘the Jones boy’.
Her mother’s voice droned out again, as Betty scoffed down her plate, eager to get this dinner over.
After her mother’s blunt comments about her attention-span, she finally dismissed them all, for bed. Polly was sneaking out in an hour; Chic was actually going to bed; and that left Betty, waiting for him.
***
She tried not to get her hopes up when it had been 45 minutes since she texted him and he had still not come. So she sat on her bed, legs wrapped in a blanket, book in hand, trying to concentrate.
But it wasn’t exactly easy.
Finally, she heard a tapping on the window that always made her startle, even when she was expecting it. Grinning to herself, she pulled open the window, and helped him clamber in.
He shut it carefully, “Hey gorgeous.”
“You’re late?” She tilted her head.
“Yeah, sorry about that, bike wasn’t working, so I had to walk.”
He walked all that way for her. Her heart melted.
“How was it?” He asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, and having her stand in between his legs, his arms around her waist.
She scrunched up her face, “Usual.”
He chuckled lightly, “Alright, I won’t dig deeper. So I was wondering, how do you fancy a date? Like a real, one?”
Her eyes sparkled in the faint moonlight.
He scratched the back of his neck, nervously, “Well. I just mean…do you think we’re ready to like…make it public? If not, that’s totally fine. Absolutely. Totally, totally fine.” He prayed to God that she couldn’t see how red his face was.
One hand still around his neck, the other came up to stroke his cheek, “That sounds good to me.”
Sounds great.
“Really?” The hope in his voice was clear.
“Really,” she bent down closer to his face and he was suddenly much more aware of his thumping heart, “I’d love that, Jug.”
“Okay, good, because I was starting to think you just wanted me for my body,” he joked.
Grinning, she pressed her lips to his, “Just take your shirt off.”
“Alright, alright, damn. Just when I thought we could get emotional for a minute.” He happily complied and lay back, pulling her on top of him.
Jughead stayed the night, Betty wrapped up in his arms. Whilst he wanted to fall asleep, his heart was beating too damn fast.
