#riverdalereindeergames

“When you said, ‘We should decorate for Christmas,’ I didn’t quite equate that with our apartment becoming the physical embodiment of Santa’s Workshop. The North Pole has nothing on us, Betts.”

Jughead wasn’t sure what he was looking at. Well he was, but he wasn’t sure how it had happened. When he’d left for class & his shift at the library six hours ago, their apartment had looked like the standard one of the perpetually busy & stressed college students they were. 

What he was currently standing in was a rustic holiday catalog come to life–complete with Christmas lights placed everywhere in sight, including their bedroom & bathroom—with Betty standing in the middle of it all, popcorn strand in hand.

“If I didn’t know any better, this would be the part in the Christmas movie where the main character reveals they’re an elf to the love interest, because it’s the only way to explain how you had time to do all of this.”

“I want us to have our own holiday traditions, Jug. The kind we get to actually enjoy for once. Between my mother having a meticulous blueprint for where every single item in the house has to go & your family-“

“-having a blueprint for disaster.”

“Neither of us have the best track record at this time of year, but now, we can make it our own. Whatever that looks like. Maybe I went a little overboard in my excitement, but turns out being happy does that to a person.”

“No. It’s perfect. For us. Now, put me to work, Cooper. This is an equal opportunity decorating household, & I haven’t done my fair share. Besides, if you think about it, this really is my season. All the flannel, plaid, & treats to eat? Totally my aesthetic.”

Merry Christmas, @lizzybuggie! I hope you have an amazing day, and a very happy holiday season! Much love, Mari

Summary:

After years of responding to children’s letters to Santa together in school, Jughead and Betty find themselves continuing the holiday tradition on their own when Gladys unexpectedly moves her family to Toledo. Until, of course, they meet again.

In the backroom of a New York City post office, of all places.

All the thanks in the world to the amazing @theheavycrown​ for the incredible header. I think I’ve said it before and surely I will say it again but, Sarah is best. This is for prompt #29- A very special present has a fluffy, four-legged surprise inside requested by the lovely @reinhartdeyes​. Enjoy!

“Do you see anything?” The flashlight shook in Betty’s hands, biting cold working through her mittens as she tried to illuminate a path for Jughead.

“Do you?” Her husband questioned back from deeper inside the garage. 

She took a step in, the snow and wind blowing at her back. “If I had seen anything, Jug, I wouldn’t have torn you away from your last-minute wrapping.”

At that he stood, shined his flashlight at her and sighed. “I’m not saying you were hearing things, Betts, but...maybe you were hearing things. It’s not exactly a nice night.”

The snow had been falling steadily for a couple of hours, turning their very green Christmas Eve into what would undoubtedly be the white Christmas everyone had been dreaming of. “I was not hearing things, Jughead. I heard a very specific sound. It was crying!”

“Then why haven’t I heard anything? We’ve been out here for fifteen minutes and all I can hear is your teeth chattering,” he took a step toward a pile of haphazardly stacked boxes, carefully trying to weave his way through the maze in the dark.“Betty, it’s close to midnight,” Jughead took the first box down and set it aside. “It’s nearly blizzarding, and we still have to get everything ready for the morning. Five more minutes and I’m…”

Squeak. 

“Did you hear that!?” Betty moved closer to her husband.

“No, I didn’t, shockingly enough,” he muttered, heaving another box off the pile. An old plastic dollhouse sat between him and the wall; his boot caught on it as he tried to turn in the dark space. “Shit!” 

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It’s Christmas Eve (and they can see we’re in love)

When Alice Cooper shames Betty for being 25 and alone on Christmas, Veronica sparks the idea of a faux-beau for the holidays in the form of none other than Jughead Jones.

Check it out HERE!

Happy Holidays!! This fic was crafted with Bughead love for @catthecoder! For @bugheadsecretsanta she requested a trope fest of fake dating with a healthy dose of pining sprinkled on top!

If you haven’t already, check out @catthecoder stories on AO3 as well! She’s super talented!

I owe tons and tons of thanks to @jandjsalmon. Her editing is the absolute best and she made so many wonderful suggestions to help enhance this faux-beau holiday tale!

This fic also fits with @riverdale-events Reindeer Games Prancer Theme.

❄️ My sweeties as snow people, originally doodled to brighten a friend’s day. Jughead’s nose is a carrot, his hair is black licorice, and his mouth is a hooked hamburger patty. Betty’s hair it spaghetti, her nose is a strawberry, and I like to imagine her lips are chocolate chips! Whatever they’re made of (or making together), Bughead is a gift to all of us! Happy new year! ❄️

Lonely Together

Just a little Bughead present for @princesweetpea​!

Betty is an exchange student studying in Vienna with no chance of getting home for the holidays. She’s looking for someone to make the festive season a little bit less lonely. Could a dark-haired pianist with the mischievous smile be the answer?

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FindMeInPops’ 12 Days of Ficmas: Day Four - Going Sledding

It’s that time of year again where I try to pump out a drabble or one-shot for each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas! I have a couple already written but some of them will be written by prompt and on request so bare with for any editing errors! Enjoy, my loves, and have a happy festive season :)

And a quick fyi for those who prefer AO3, my 2019 12 Days of Christmas collection is at this link and should be uploaded with an hour of this being posted.

Prompt: No. 39 - Going sledding

Ship(s): Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Rating: T

CW(s): N/A

Reindeer Games: Vixen: Winter

@riverdalebingo​ : Snow storm

Requested: the wonderful @theheavycrown​

A/N: This one is a drabble which has not been edited at all. I’ll check it over tomorrow so it won’t be going up to my AO3 quite yet. NOW EDITED

“Hello?” Jughead’s  very groggy voice came through the phone.

“Jug.” Betty, on the other hand, was all but vibrating with excitement but was intent on making sure that Jughead was actually awake before she started raving at him at 7am.

“Betty? What time is it?” She could practically see him sleepily rubbing his eyes with his messy hair and flushed cheeks as well as that adorable face he always pulled when he woke up. If he was next to her right now, she would have woken him up with little feather kisses and maybe some hot cocoa too but no, he was at home, in his own bed and, instead, he was woken up by his ringing phone.

“Early but that doesn’t matter.”

Now she could see his furrowed brows whilst he unsuccessfully smoothed his hair, trying to work out what was going on. Jughead was quite possibly the most intelligent person she had ever met but not first thing in the morning. When he had just woken up, Jughead was lucky if he remembered his own name - he was not a morning person.

“Have you seen? No, I guess you probably haven’t seen.” She paused for a moment, her brain working too fast for her mouth to keep up. “Jughead look outside, open the curtains and look outside.”

Jughead obliged, still at a loss for what Betty was going on about but his questions were answered as he was promptly blinded when he pulled back one curtain.

“Holy shit.” He whispered, his eyes not believing what was in front of him. Every inch of the front garden was covered in a thick coat of snow, nothing was untouched. It was beautiful. 

Snow was still falling relentlessly, the clouds seemingly never-ending and, if it continued at this rate, there would be a good foot of snow within the hour.

“I know, it’s absolutely gorgeous isn’t it. You know what this means, right?” Betty had now started bouncing in her seat, her eager tone a contrast to her boyfriend’s monotone.

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“The car isn’t going anywhere and school’s closed.” This was what was making Betty most excited, anyway to get out of that hellhole for a day was more than welcomed by her.

“So, I wondered if you wanted to go sledding before we get completely snowed in?”

“I’ll be five minutes.”

***

Lucky for them, Betty and Jughead’s neighbourhood was right next to a large hilltop field - the perfect place for sledding.

After picking Betty up at her house, Jughead led her to that very field, both of them dragging a colourful plastic sled that had not been used for years; Riverdale did not get snow very often but, when they got a coating, it was hardly ever this thick. Betty had had to dig through the garage for ten minutes before she had found the cheap sleds hidden away in a cardboard moving box.

The pair took turns pushing each other down the hill but were struggling to pick up great speed - that’s when Jughead suggested they went down together.

Jughead balanced the sled half-over the crest of the hill before setting himself down on the far end of the seat, using his arms to anchor the sled in place as Betty ungracefully climbed onto his lap.

“Are you ready?” At Betty’s nod, he tucked his legs under hers, bent awkwardly to stop his limbs overspilling. “All arms and legs inside the vehicle.” He announced as he began to push the pair over the edge of the hill.

They went barreling down in the snow but overturned before they had reached the bottom. They fell unceremoniously into the foot-deep snow, rolling with the momentum they had built, before finally coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Betty was tucked into Jughead’s chest, his arms surrounding her as he had caught her and pulled her into his arms as they came off the sled, trying to keep her injury-free.

“That went well.” Betty commented dryly before silence overtook them, slightly in shock from the ordeal.

After a minute of lying there Betty’s teeth began to chatter, her muscles trembling, and she pressed herself tighter into Jughead’s bodyheat although the proximity did not help much due to his sodden clothes.

“Hot cocoa?” Jughead asked.

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