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From Archie’s Pal Jughead #102 (1958) - Australian edition.

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Incredible

“I don’t want to be without you, Juggie”

“It is for the best… when you have reached all the things you want, and I get to be free from all the tours and I get my contract done with the publishing, we’ll be together”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we, Betty Copper, are soul mates”

Nerves…

That’s all Betty was able to feel.

It had been some years since she had set a foot in her hometown; the place where she had grew up, where she had met the most important people in her life. In those year she had been away, she had dedicated to create a name in her career, to the point that in her short age she was well known between the people in the field, unfortunately this took a lot of her time, so she was only able to see her family and friends when they visited her in New York, where she moved to when she graduated from high school.

While she was looking outside the taxi’s window, because Riverdale still didn’t have Uber, Lyft or anything like it, she started to think about the people she was going to see after such a long time: Veronica, Archie, Cheryl, Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea… Sighing, she took the small portable mirror that was in her bag, to check her makeup, after all she wanted to look perfect… perfect for him.

Jughead…

With only thinking his name she felt like a 17 year-old all over again, even thought it had been 10 years since she was that age, the feelings remained the same. She took a deep breath, trying to make her heart back to normal, the organ starting to run like crazy when she remembered him.

Her eyes threatened to get filled with tears, putting the little mirror and her lipstick back in her bag. She put her hands on her knees, which were covered with the dress she had picked up for the occasion.

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Merry (Belated) Christmas @gellsbellshead ! I was your Secret Santa! I am so sorry that this has been so late but it’s finally here!

Hope

Jughead’s finally going to propose to Betty, one problem, he seems to have misplaced the ring.

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The One Where They Both Say Yes

                                               ~A Bughead Fanfic~

Description: A sweet, fluffy Bughead fic inspired by the double Malec proposal! It’s always great when two things that I love can come together :)! Contains fluff, hijinks,  general cuteness, and the only warning is that your mouth might hurt from smiling (I know mine did while I wrote this)! I hope everyone enjoys! (Oh, and of course the title was inspired by the most amazing show, Friends.) 

                                                               ~

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones were the perfect couple. It seemed that no matter who broke up, hooked up, or got knocked up in their crazy town, they remained steady. They had been through so much together in the 5 years that they had been dating, so it only seemed natural that it was time for them to take the next step in their relationship.

At least, Jughead hoped that was how they both felt. The dark-haired boy was currently pacing the floor in the dorm room that he shared with Archie, nervous beyond belief. He was planning on proposing to Betty tonight, and his normally collected composure was cracking rapidly. What if she thought it was too soon? What if she didn't want to get married right after they graduated from college? Maybe she would want to explore more, even see other guys? At that thought, Jughead knew he had to stop overanalyzing what her response might be, otherwise he was going to lose his damn mind. 

Luckily for Jughead’s nerves, Archie opened the door just then, back from his exams. 

“Man, have you got perfect timing. I need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead, bro, shoot.” Archie responded, sitting on Jug’s twin bed. 

“Okay, so I’m going to propose to Betty tonight,” Archie looked shocked, but he quickly regained his composure, “and I wanted to know what you think she’s going to say.” Jughead asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. 

“Jug, that’s great! I always knew you guys were going to get married someday, I just didn’t know it was going to be so soon! However, I think she’s going to be over the moon. You shouldn’t doubt her, buddy. I think everything is going to perfect.” Archie said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“Really? That makes me feel so much better, thanks man. She’s been dropping hints left and right, so I think she’s gonna say yes. Hey, do you want to see the ring?” Archie grinned and nodded, so Jughead took it out of his pocket.

While the two boys were admiring the ring, they had no idea that a similar conversation was taking place in the girls’ dorm room. 

                                                             ~

Betty Cooper had been in love with Jughead Jones forever, it seemed. She knew his fears and his flaws, and loved them because they were a part of him. However, if there was one major thing her boyfriend was bad at, it was taking a hint. She had taken to reading bridal magazines when she knew he was around, talking to him about beautiful rings that she had seen in the jeweler’s window, and how she had caught the bouquet at Cheryl and Toni’s wedding. He never seemed to get it however, and she was beyond frustrated with waiting for him.

Today, that frustration was increased exponentially by a wedding invitation arriving in the mail. It would seem that Ethel Muggs was getting married. Betty hadn’t spoken to her since high school, but she was happy for her. At least somebody’s boyfriend could take a hint. 

Veronica got home just then, fresh from taking her final exam. Betty got up to greet her with a hug.

“V! How was the test?” Betty asked, beaming with pride for her best friend. Veronica feigned sadness.

“Oh, well it was.....amazing! I absolutely crushed it!” Veronica’s fake sadness had given way to a huge smile, and her and Betty jumped in excitement. 

“That’s fantastic, V! I’m so happy for you. We have to celebrate tonight. I think Archie’s finals were today too, so he can tell us how those went.”

“That sounds great. I’ll call the guys right now, and ask them where they want to go.” 

While Veronica was talking to Archie on the phone, Betty got lost in her thoughts again. A night like tonight would be the perfect time for Jughead to propose. If only, she thought. Suddenly, an idea hit her like lightning. Why wait for him to propose, when she could ask him to marry her! It was absolutely perfect, he would never see it coming! 

“Hey, earth to Betty!” Betty was jerked from her thoughts by Veronica waving her hand in front of her face. “What were you thinking about? You’re smiling like a maniac! Frankly, you’re scaring me a little.”

“I’m going to propose to Jughead tonight.” Veronica reeled back on her heels, clearly startled. 

“You’re doing what?! Where did this come from? I mean, I think it’s great, I just had no clue you even wanted to get married right now.” 

“I’ve been wanting him to propose for a while now, but he has no idea. So why not ask him instead?” Betty grinned, clearly excited.

“You’re absolutely right. Take the bull by the horns, B. I’ll help with whatever you need.” Veronica hugged her best friend, excited at the prospect of Betty’s impending engagement. 

“Thank you, V. That means a lot. Okay!”, Betty clapped her hands together excitedly, “there’s so much to do! We have to write my speech, get a ring, figure out when to pop the question.....” Betty continued naming things, blissfully unaware that her “clueless” boyfriend was doing the exact same thing. 

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“Okay, Arch. I think I’ve finally got the plan all figured out. We’re all going to be at the restaurant tonight, so I’m going to do it then. I’m going to tape the ring to the inside of the cover of this vintage Nancy Drew book that I got from an antique store. I’ll pretend that’s a gift I want to give her, she’ll unwrap it, open it up, find the ring and bam, one knee and speech.” Jughead finished, looking at Archie for his response.

“That’s an amazing proposal, Jug. She’s going to go batshit crazy over it.”

“I hope so. I worked really hard on this. This is going to be a night we’ll never forget.”

“Absolutely, man.” Archie checked his watch. “We better get going or we’re going to be late for our reservation. I don’t know why Betty and Veronica insisted on going to this fancy-ass restaurant. Any place that requires a suit jacket is too stuffy for me.” 

“Hey, don’t complain. This “fancy-ass restaurant” they chose is much better suited for my proposal than Poppa’s Pizzeria anyway.”

“Yeah, I know, but I guarantee the food isn’t any better. Poppa’s pizza beats crab legs and caviar any day.” Archie said, with a disgusted look. Jughead laughed, and put his arm around his best friend.

“Come on, man. We gotta go.”

                                                               ~

Betty and Veronica got to the restaurant first so that they could make sure everything was set up, Betty a bundle of nerves. 

“Let’s run through everything one more time. We eat our meal, and then I tell the waiter to bring dessert. He’ll know that means it’s time to bring to bring out a strawberry milkshake, which will have a tag that says “pull me” on the outside attached to string that is tied to the baggie that has the ring in it. Then he pulls the string, finds it, is shocked, cue me on one knee and speech.” Betty said, reciting her plan from memory. 

“It’s perfect, Betty. He’ll be so surprised! You couldn’t screw this up if you tried. Everything will be just right, I promise.” Veronica smiled assuredly at her best friend, not knowing the plan her boyfriend and Jughead had already come up with. 

It was certainly going to be a night of surprise for everyone. 

                                                          ~

Archie and Jughead arrived shortly after the girls’ conversation, and the couples greeted one another with “hello’s” and kisses. All four of them couldn’t seem to stop smiling, but both Betty and Jughead were too anxious to notice that the other seemed as nervous as they were. 

The group sat down at the table, and casual conversation was made in an attempt at normalcy by both sides.

“So Arch, how were your exams?” Betty asked, holding Jughead’s hand on the table.

“They went pretty well, I think.” Archie looked over at Veronica sitting next to him. “Hey babe, your exams were today. How did you do?”

“Great! I feel very confident.” Archie kissed her on the cheek.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!”

“I’m glad me and Bets took ours already”, Jughead said. “I wouldn’t want to have to worry about that tonight too.” He laughed, and then his eyes widened when he realized what he had said. Archie’s did too, and he quickly swooped in to save Jughead’s secret.

“Yeah, I’m nervous about graduation too. Me and Jug were talking about it on the way over here, about how awful it would be if you like tripped on your gown or something.” The group laughed, and Jughead’s comment flew under the radar of both girls. 

The men breathed a sigh of relief, and the conversation continued on. They talked about after-graduation plans, funny stories from college, and Ethel’s upcoming wedding, which the boys had also received an invitation too. Archie and Veronica did most of the talking, with Betty and Jughead insanely nervous about their proposals. Neither Archie or Veronica realized that they were both covering their best friend’s ass for the same reason.

Their meal came and was eaten, and then it was time for Betty to order the dessert. She did so with ease, not messing up at all. It seemed that everything was going perfect, and Jughead didn’t suspect a thing. That is, until....

“Bets, I have something for you. It’s a graduation present.” He handed her the wrapped book with the ring inside, barely able to contain himself. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you Jug! I actually have something for you too, but I wanted to give it to you during dessert. Can we open our things together then?” Betty asked, hoping she wasn’t being too obvious. Jughead was a bit taken aback, disappointed he would have to wait for a bit to propose, but he agreed. Veronica shot Betty a covert thumbs up for her smooth move.

Soon, Jughead’s milkshake arrived along with ice cream sundaes for the rest of the group. He started to protest and say that he hadn’t ordered a milkshake, but Betty shushed him. 

“It’s alright Jug, I ordered it. I thought it would be nice to have something sentimental tonight. Plus, your gift is inside!” Betty said, smiling excitedly. 

“Aah, clever. But you’re opening yours first, I’m too excited to see you open it.” He said, anticipating her reaction to the ring.

“Okay, fine. But only because I love you.” She pecked him on the cheek, and then pulled the string on the package. The wrapping opened, and she saw what was inside.

“Oh my gosh, is this a vintage Nancy Drew book?” Betty squealed, amazed at how thoughtful her boyfriend was. “This is amazing, Jug! Thank you!” She hugged him tightly.

“You’re welcome, but that’s not all. Look inside the cover.” Betty looked puzzled, but did what she was told. When the book fell open, she saw the ring taped to the cover, but her mind struggled to compute what she was seeing.

“Oh. my. God. OhmyGodohmyGod. Is- Is this? Are you seriously?” Betty was in shock, sitting still as a stone. Across the table, Archie was grinning, and Veronica was just as shell-shocked as Betty. 

Jughead dropped to one knee, and Betty became coherent enough to interject. 

“Hold on, just one second. I-I can’t believe this! I know this is going to sound really weird, but do you see that tag on your milkshake?” Betty said, her hand shaking as she pointed. Jughead was extremely confused.

“Are you really interrupting my proposal to you to talk about a milkshake?”  He said in disbelief. 

“Pull on it.” Betty said, still reeling. 

“Seriously?” Jug couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Pull the damn string, Jones!” 

“Alright!” Jughead got off of his knee and sat in his chair in front of the milkshake. This proposal was not at all going as planned. He pulled on the string, and a baggie containing- was that a fucking ring? Now it was his and Archie’s turn to be completely dumbfounded. 

“Wait a second, you were-” Jughead was cut off by Betty getting down on her knee. 

“I am so shocked right now, and I know you are too, but honestly I think this is the most perfect proposal that we could have. We’ve always done everything together, why not this too? I love you so much, Jughead Jones, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and create so many more amazing and crazy moments just like this one. What do you say, will you marry me?” Betty was visibly crying by the end of her speech, and Jughead was definitely tearing up too. 

Jughead got on his knees with her, and gathered her hands in his. 

“Only if you’ll marry me, Elizabeth Cooper.” She laughed, and nodded her head enthusiastically, tears still sparkling in her eyes. 

They stood to their feet and got the rings out, placing them on each other’s hands. Archie and Veronica were beaming behind them, and they weren't the only ones. The restaurant had started paying attention, and when Betty and Jughead sealed their engagement with a searing kiss, the patrons erupted into applause. 

Betty and Jughead separated, with Betty blushing as she realized that they had just passionately kissed in front of over 100 people. The couple sat down, and Jughead, noticing his new fiancée's blush, said softly in her ear,

“Get used to it, babe. You’re going to have to do it all over again on our wedding day.” Betty laughed, the blush receding from her cheeks. They looked at each other and both thought at the same time,

I love you so much.

[alittlebugsheadx]

102

102: ‘Oh honey. I would but… I don’t want to.’ and 144: ‘You’re cute when you’re sleepy.’

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Bed and Breakfast

“Hmmm,” she mumbled in response.

“Come on, Betts, let’s eat.”

“Hmmm, okay,” she mumbled again, not making any signs of effort to get up.

“Will I have to drag you?”

“Hmmm, yeah.”

She felt a sudden whip of cold air as he pulled the warm, thick duvet off of her. Squealing, she reached for it but he had tossed it to the other side of the room.

“That’s for your own good, no come on.”

“I think we should break up, Jug,” she joked, curling up into a ball, and inhaling the sheets.

“Alright, but after breakfast.”

His cold hands reached under the shirt she was wearing, gripping her sides. Squealing again, she resisted his tickles, but only ended up pulling him on top of her.

When he finally stopped and she had calmed down, they just looked at each other, small smiles on their faces.

“What is it?” She asked.

“You’re just…you’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

She giggled, “Flattery isn’t going to work. Doesn’t hurt, but it isn’t going to work.”

He sighed, “Come on, Betts, please? It’s getting cold. I just really want to eat with you.”

She tilted her head up, pressing her lips to his, before parting, “Oh honey. You know I would, but I don’t want to. I’d much rather stay here, with your warmth and sleep for a few more hours.”

He pouted his bottom lip, “Pleaseeee?”

“My God, you’re annoying.”

In response, he pulled himself off of her, leaving her cold again. She called him back but he was out the room.

Sighing, happy that she had won, she pulled the duvet back over her, and wrapped herself in it like a burrito.

Just as she had closed her eyes again, she felt his arms come around her burrito-rolled body, and pluck her up, off the bed, and over his shoulder.

Laughing as he walked out into the kitchen, she couldn’t help but think: If this is what Sunday mornings would be like with him, then she would want it to be Sunday everyday.

He placed her down on the stool, pushing her coffee mug towards her. Biting his bottom lip from smiling, he admired the sight before him. Little head popping out of a duvet-rolled-up Betty Cooper, with her defeated expression, sitting on a stool, feet hanging above the ground.

“Betty…”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, sipping her coffee, closing her eyes at the warm, soothing liquid going down her throat.

He placed he plate with the pancake in front of her, and as she read the honey-written message, her eyes welled up with tears.

Kneeling beside the stool, he pulled out a ring. “Betty Cooper, I love you so damn much. And it would mean the world to me if you would fight over bed or coffee with me every single Sunday morning, for the rest of our lives. Will you-“

“Yes! Yes! YES!” She squealed, before losing her balance and falling off the stool. He adjusted himself so he was sitting with his legs out, pulling her on top of him, just in time. As she pressed her lips to his, arms coming around his neck, he held her like she was the most precious thing on Earth.

“Really?” He looked at her with a sparkle in his eye.

“Really,” She mirrored his look. “Oh my God, we’re getting married!”

He laughed as she kissed him all over on the kitchen floor.

As simple as it was, there was nowhere else he’d rather be and there was no other way she’d rather be proposed to.

It was perfect.

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Bittersweet Goodbyes and New Beginnings -- Bughead

Words: 2,967

Rated: G

Summary:  The day has finally come for them to say goodbye to Riverdale High and hello to the real world that awaits them. Betty and Jughead have big plans in New York City, but are Jughead's plans just a little bit bigger than expected?

A/N:  The Core Four Graduation dream sequence got me in the mood for a graduation fic, so enjoy this little ditty following Betty on her graduation day. (Read on AO3)

"C'mon, V. The boys are here to pick us up." Betty sat on her windowsill, where she could see FP Jones' old truck in her driveway. Archie and Jughead were sitting on the hood, waiting for the girls to come down.

Veronica was sitting at Betty's vanity, where she'd been for the past two hours, applying makeup and doing her hair. Betty had brought an extra chair in from the kitchen so they could both share the mirror.  However, Betty's makeup routine was much less elaborate than Veronica's. A simple line of eyeliner ended in an almost unnoticeable cat eye, a few swipes of mascara, and her favorite Pretty in Pink lipstick, the one she saved for special occasions.  

Veronica, on the other hand, wore a full face of makeup. Foundation, contour, highlights… all the things that Betty never did unless Veronica did it for her, like she had for her first anniversary with Jughead. Betty had hated it, and Jughead complained about the makeup that she left on his pillowcase when they were…messing around that night.

"You can't rush perfection, B." Veronica responded as she finally pulled her Midnight Berry lipstick across her lips. The two girls were like Ying and Yang, black and white, fire and water… complete opposites. Betty in a baby blue dress with a lace overlay and bubblegum pink pumps and Veronica in a tight black, high-necked dress with a stiff peplum circling her center and nondescript black heeled booties.

Veronica glided over to the window and pulled up on the frame. She knelt over Betty as she stuck her head out the window and shouted to the two handsome boys waiting for them. "We'll be right down! Archie Andrews, if you get your pants dirty so help me God!" She pointed a stiff finger at her boyfriend… one that he'd gotten used to seeing over the years. It was a warning.

Betty laughed as Archie jumped of the hood of the truck, which she could tell Jughead had washed for the occasion. Veronica was already halfway out the door when Betty stood to follow her. Betty stumbled down the carpeted hallway in her heels, praying to God she wouldn't trip and fall as they walked down the center aisle of their high school gym that afternoon.

Archie opened the front door for Veronica, who pecked his cheek with her freshly colored lips. A dark purple stain was left on his freckled cheek. Veronica blushed.

"Oops, sorry Arch." She tugged a tissue from her purse and wiped the mark off his face.

Jughead waited by the driver's door. His body seemed to shrink behind the door as he watched the other's through the window. Betty raised an eyebrow curiously. Why was he acting weird?

Betty decided it must be the nerves. It had taken her some time to convince Jughead to actually show his face at their graduation ceremony. He'd wanted to skip out on it. After all, it was just a dumb ceremony where he would be forced to pretend he'd actually miss their high school and his classmates which, of course, he wouldn't. Jughead's words, not hers.

"You look nice, Jug." Betty smiled sweetly as she stepped up to her boyfriend. She opened her arms to him and tried pulling him into a hug.

Jughead fidgeted under her touch, his hands landing on her shoulders. He pushed the girl's body back slightly and bent down so his lips grazed hers. They might've stayed that way forever, his arms on her shoulders, hers on his hips, and lips pressing together softly, if not for their other two friends waiting for them.

"Get a room, you two." Veronica sighed. "Wait, scratch that…you two would actually get a room."

Jughead smiled at the memory. Betty had thrown him yet another birthday party when he turned eighteen, but only because he'd agreed to it, and on the grounds that the party be at FP's trailer. At least that way he could keep uninvited guests away. Cheryl,  Reggie… the rest of the football team and the River Vixens? They wouldn't be caught dead in a trailer park on the Southside.

Over time, Betty had taught Jughead to love his birthday. More importantly, she'd told him where they would go after the party was over. Betty and Jughead had been all over each other pretty early that night, the booze loosening Betty's lips as she crawled all over her boyfriend. Lips on his neck as the music blasted around them.

Archie and Veronica had stumbled into the kitchen looking for food, when they found Betty sitting on the countertop with Jughead pressing her against the cabinets as his lips wandered over the bare skin of her neck and shoulders

"Get a room." Veronica had said. They did just that.

Jughead was so caught up in his memory he didn't even remember sliding into the driver's seat. The truck's cab was small, only meant for three people, only comfortable for two, and currently holding four. Veronica was practically sitting in Archie's lap and Betty was scrunched in next to him.

"Seatbelts?" Jughead said, which garnered a lot of glares.

It was a short drive to the high school, and the student parking lot was already filled with the cars of their classmates and teachers. All but one space was filled, marked with a sign for the student body president.

The presidential parking spot was instigated by none other than Cheryl Blossom, who'd somehow manipulated her way into a position of power. She'd also instituted senior parking privileges. Jughead hated to admit it, but Cheryl had done some good work in her time.

The truck grumbled to a stop and the four friends piled out of the cab like clowns in a miniature car. Betty and Veronica linked arms as they walked headlong into their high school for the last time.

Archie looped his arm in Jughead's, mimicking the girls in from of them, but didn't garner the reaction he wanted. Normally Jughead would pull away from him or at least laugh, but today his eyes were slightly glazed over and he was hardly speaking.

"You okay, Jug?" Archie clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Jughead blinked a couple of times, his eyebrows knit together in thought. "Just… just nervous is all."

"Yeah, me too."

The cafeteria was full of students pulling royal blue robes over their shoulders. Everyone begrudgingly pulling their caps over meticulously styled hair. Jughead was limited in a different way. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to wear his beanie for this occasion, and he was glad that he would have a different cap to disguise his perpetual hat hair. Regardless, he hesitated to remove his beanie. He was more comfortable with it on, and everything about this day was entirely uncomfortable.

Betty adjusted his tie as they waited to be called into the gymnasium. When Principal Weatherby finally came to retrieve the senior class Betty held out her hand expectantly. Jughead slid his hand into hers, assuming that was what she was expecting.

"Jughead…" She had to speak loudly over the pandemonium of teenagers filing toward the door.  "The hat."

Betty nodded toward his beanie and Jughead pulled the piece of cloth from his head sadly and handed it to his girlfriend. She, in turn, handed over the cap that Jughead had drawn a crown on with black sharpie.

"You ready?" Betty asked.

Jughead's breath caught in his throat as Betty tried wrapping her arms around him. He thrust his hands into his pockets, and Betty scrunched her nose up at him. She was annoyed, he could tell, that he wasn't reciprocating any of her touches today, but she would understand.

"Okay, sourpuss." She backed away slightly, just to give him the space that he apparently needed today. "Get your hands out of your pockets and I'll zip you up."

Jughead looked so handsome and grown up with his tie poking out just above the robe he was wearing. His hair was poking out under his cap in much the same way that it did under his beanie, and Betty adored that little curl. Jughead would often be caught fiddling with that piece of hair that was always falling in his face.

"See you after?" Betty leaned up to give Jughead a quick kiss on the lips.

Jughead tried to smile, but it came out in more of a grimace. "Yeah, after… right."

Betty slid through the crowd to her spot in the line toward the front. Cheryl was already standing at her spot, right next to Betty. Having last names back to back in the alphabet put them right next to each other.

"Ah, the bittersweet goodbye." Cheryl crooned, her voice a sweet as maple syrup. She looped her arm through Betty's as the doors into the gymnasium swung open. "I will miss you Betty Cooper."

Cheryl had never said anything so nice to her before. It was slightly disconcerting, but because this was the last time they'd have to interact she decided to ignore the out of character announcement.

"I'll miss you too Cheryl."

Cheryl offered her a close-lipped smile, signature Cheryl Blossom red lips contrasted beautifully with her royal blue robes. Betty vaguely recalled Cheryl campaigning to be allowed to wear an all red cap and gown to 'set her apart as the president,' but the school had declined.

All of a sudden the school band started playing Pomp and Circumstance, and Archie , being at the front of the line, led the way for the rest of their class to follow. Betty quickly glanced behind her, where Jughead stood just next to Kevin. She raised her eyebrows at them as if to say, 'This is it." And then she was following alongside Cheryl to their chairs at the front of the gym.

Their seats lined up in the most perfect way, so that Kevin and Jughead took their seats just behind where Betty sat. It wasn't as good as having Jughead right next to her, but it was good enough.

Principal Weatherby spoke first, welcoming the parents, friends, and families of the graduates. This was followed by a speech by Mayor McCoy. The salutatorian and valedictorian were also required to give speeches. Betty still wasn't sure how Cheryl had managed to keep a 4.0 even during all the issues that befell her during their sophomore year, but Betty was just as happy with her 3.98 GPA, which meant she had to make her way to the stage.

Deep breaths, she reminded herself, deep breaths. Her speech was sitting on the podium when she walked up the set of temporary steps to the stage. Betty hadn't spoken in front of so many people since the mayor's jubilee over two years ago. She was nervous, so she made eye contact with Jughead; he was always able to keep her calm.

"I want to start off by thanking all of you for coming. To our families, thank you for making us the people we are today and for supporting us during this trial run at life, preparing us for the real world. To our friends, thank you for being the second family we never knew we needed, for understanding us in ways that our families couldn't."

"I have a few very important people that I need to thank personally. My parents, who have made me strong and prepared me for the craziness of the real world. To Polly and the kids, you inspire me every day. To me, you three are the perfect family and I want something like that one day. Archie and Kevin, for being  two of my best friends for as long as I can remember. You've always taught be to go after the important things in life and to only settle for the best. To Veronica, for being the friend I never knew I needed, who showed up exactly when I needed her and provided a female perspective on life that I'd never experienced before."

"Finally, I want to thank Jughead. You're always there for me. You support me through all my crazy ideas and love me even when I'm angry. You make me want to do better, to work hard… to make my dreams come true. Thank you… from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

Betty finished off her speech with some crap she'd written about missing her classmates, her teachers, and the town, though she didn't mean any of it. Of course, she'd come home to visit, but she and Jughead were both headed to New York City for school, where they'd share similar classes, Betty majoring in journalism and Jughead double majoring in creative and non-fiction writing. She'd have everything she needed in New York, in the small studio apartment she and Jughead had signed a lease for just last week.

The applause from the audience was forced, but that was to be expected at an event like this. Cheryl passed Betty on the stairs as she took the stage and Betty hurried back to her seat, heart racing. Jughead placed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately calmed. She will never fully understand how Jughead's hand on her shoulder always made her feel better.

She zoned out during Cheryl's speech, which was far too long, and only began focusing on the ceremony again when their row was dismissed to walk to the stage and receive their diplomas.

"Archibald Andrews."

Archie walked across the stage, receiving his diploma from the principal and shaking hands with him, the mayor, the and the superintendant. Cheryl marched confidently across the stage, blowing a kiss to the audience.

"Elizabeth Cooper." Kevin cheered for her as she walked across the stage, while Jughead sat smiling and clapping; silently supporting her.

Betty was already back in her seat when Jughead was set to walk across the stage.

"Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third." Jughead's given name garnered laughs from the audience, some of whom didn't realize that the other name he went by might be just as laughable.

The ceremony was coming to a close as the last members of the class returned to their seat. There was, however, one last little thing to close off the event. Every year at the end of the graduation ceremony they showed a slideshow containing pictures and a chosen senior quote for each student.

It wouldn't be winning any awards, that was for sure. Just a simple slideshow, with no transitions, and a song overlaid in the background. It was unremarkable, really, but Betty was excited to see what quote Jughead had chosen. He had refused to tell her beforehand, no matter how much she begged. Surely it was something really deep from one of his favorite movies.

When his face finally appeared on the screen Betty's stomach dropped, her heart raced, and her cheeks flamed red. There, written in italics under Jughead's ridiculously long name, was something that Betty would have never seen coming.

'Betty Cooper, will you marry me?'

She spun around in her chair so quickly she could have gotten whiplash. Jughead was kneeling on the floor behind her, ignoring the stares from his classmates and the rest of the audience. He only had eyes for Betty, and his heart pounded as he waited for a response. Maybe this was the wrong way to do this, he should have done it in private. A million thoughts were running through his mind even as Betty crawled over her chair and into Jughead's arms.

Her lips crashed against his and she was glad that he was finally hugging her back. Something hard was pressing into her back as she hugged her, and she finally made the decision to pull away. Jughead pulled his hands back in front of him, where he held open a small velvet box. Inside sat a simple silver band with a gem placed elegantly on top.

"It's white sapphire." Jughead said. "I'll get you a diamond, I promise, I just need to save up a bit more."

Tears were falling softly down Betty's pink cheeks. "I don't want a diamond, this is perfect."

The smile on Jughead's face threatened to split open his cheeks. He'd never been so happy in his life. "Is that a yes?"

Betty nodded, unable to even form words at that moment. Jughead slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her again. Their classmates were still staring, even as they were dismissed and began filing out of their seats.

"I think we should probably run away." Jughead whispered to her.

"Why?"

"I think your mom might be ready to murder me."

Betty glanced behind Jughead, where her mom had found a seat pretty close to the front. She had the same look of rage she'd had when Betty had stayed over with Jughead in FP's trailer and returned home with a hickey on her neck.

"You're right," Betty said. "Let's run."

Betty and Jughead jumped from the ground and Jughead grabbed his girlfr- his fiancé's hand. But Betty couldn't run in her heels. Instead, Jughead bent his knees so Betty could hop on his back. He piggybacked her out of the gym and out the front doors of the school, where their classmates were lined up waiting for their families.

Jughead ran them past their friends, amidst cheers for the couple, and Jughead didn't stop until they'd ran back to the solitude of the parking lot, where he finally set Betty down on the hood of his dad's truck.

"You are something else Jughead." Betty fiddled with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I love you for it."

"I love you too, Betts." He placed a soft kiss to her lips. "Always have and always will."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little thing I threw together. I really enjoyed writing it! Leave a comment or send me a message to let me know what you think and if I should write more fluffy little one shots. 

[cooper--jones]

For The Ages

Jughead is crazy nervous about the thing currently weighing down his pocket.

A/N: okay so I’ve been on a chick-flick spree which resulted in this cheese-filled one shot. Fair warning: this has copious amounts of fluff and zero smut. Thanks for reading!

“You okay, Jug?” Betty asked, eyeing her apparently too-nervous-for-words boyfriend as he shuffled on his feet, unable to stay still.

“Yeah, no, I'm fine. It's just a bit chilly, wouldn't you agree?” He asked and she shrugged, thankfully not asking for his jacket as they walked down the empty streets of Riverdale. It had been a while since they had come back here. After everything that had happened with Jason and Fred and Cheryl, Jughead and Betty couldn't wait to get out of this small, once-perfect town. The only people they missed were their families – but Riverdale itself they were all too ready to bid goodbye to (well maybe except to Pop Tate).

“It's weird being back here, isn't it? Being alumni in Riverdale High and everything,” Jughead said, as they turned a corner. Betty's smile was laced with nostalgia as she smiled at the empty streets. Riverdale had become even smaller since their leaving. It seemed most of the town had a similar idea about the safety of Riverdale following all the chaos that had happened.

“Yeah. I mean, I know this town wasn't ever really safe but it still makes me feel... safe – is that weird?”

“It's understandable,” Jughead said, slipping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers. She smiled up at him.

“So, remind me why you wanted to come to Riverdale, again?”

“I told you! My dad wanted to see us.”

“Your dad wanted to see you.”

“Betty, by this point, I'm pretty sure he loves you more than he loves me. When you went to get the pie, he wouldn't stop talking about you. It was actually borderline creepy,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. Betty chuckled as they walked past the newly constructed mall, where the drive-in had once stood. They looked at it and sighed. It was so out of place in Riverdale. The fanciness of a mall was unnecessary and stood out as too glamorous in the quiet neighbourhood. The couple eyed it distastefully.

“I mean, I guess it adds a new layer...?”

“It's hideous, Betty,” he replied matter-of-factly and Betty had to agree.

“It really is the nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, isn't it?” She echoed his words back at him and he grinned at her.

“Don't remind me, Cooper. It was a dark time for me,” Jughead said, although they both knew he had written almost too many articles about his beloved drive-in since. Of course, they had all remained on his laptop – god knows people in New York couldn't give less of a shit about a tiny drive-in closing in Riverdale and the sentiments it awakened in one of the best investigative journalists in the city. Besides, publishing articles about the drive-in sort of went against the whole good riddance feeling.

Betty glanced at her watch:

10:00 p.m. it read and she frowned. Jughead wanted to go to see Pop Tate (apparently the drive-in wasn't where the sentimentality ended) but surely he would know that the diner would be closed right now. After all, he had basically lived there for a major part of his life.

“Jug, are you sure Pop Tate's going to be up this late?” She asked as they managed to tear their eyes away from the anomaly that was the mall and continue their stroll.

“I told him I was coming so yes, I think he'll stay open. Especially since I gave him the most business he's ever had,” he said, wearing this accomplishment like a badge of honour. Betty raised an eyebrow at this in amusement, flustering him.

“What? He told me. He even had my picture put up in the diner when we left,” he said, although his ears were turning a little red. His mentioning the day they left brought back a flood of memories to Betty. Jughead and her had managed to get into universities in New York while Veronica and Archie were separated by an ocean – Archie was going abroad to study music. But, in their case, distance did make the heart grow fonder, it seemed. Betty and Jughead soon found themselves to be academic rivals which somehow only seemed to make their relationship stronger.

They were the couple that wasn't meant to last. The couple that was running on “borrowed time” (as Jughead so eloquently put it in a fit of anger). And yet, here they were, seven years later – walking hand-in-hand as if they'd just gotten together last week.

“Isn't this what people like us – who have gone through what we've gone through – do?”

For the second time Jughead's words echoed in Betty's head. It made her smile to see where they were. Walking in the same place where they had started. It brought a smile to her face which Jughead noticed.

“What is it?”

“The last time we did this, there was a killer on the loose,” she replied and he laughed.

“I mean, statistically speaking, there is probably at least one right now, too.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“It's nice,” he agreed and she smiled, adjusting her hand in his.

They approached the diner. It had somehow remained the only constant in Riverdale. The sign was still lit up and the warmth from within welcoming as they entered. The jukebox was already playing softly when they walked in and Betty sighed, allowing nostalgia and a real feeling of home wash over her as she inhaled the familiar scent of burgers and coffee. You had to look closely to see any changes – the booths were slightly more worn, the jukebox dustier, the floor holding a few more stains – but it remained more or less the same. Jughead hung back to shut the door behind them as Betty walked forward towards their regular booth.

“Where's Pop Tate? In the--” she stopped short when she turned around to face Jughead. With both hands, he was holding a small black box. It was unassuming but Betty stood with bated breath.

Somehow she hadn't seen this coming.

But now that she thought about it, it all made sense: the nervousness, the insistence on going to the diner, Jughead constantly feeling his pocket throughout the evening.

“Betty Cooper,” he began and then paused and Betty saw tears form in his eyes. She stood there frozen, waiting.

“Betty Cooper,” he began again after swallowing a few times, “you have been everything to me. For seven years, you have been my rock, my support system, and the only person who has believed in and stood by me through thick and thin. When I told you my dad wanted us to come to Riverdale that wasn't strictly true. Well, actually it was true – he did badger me to come,” Betty let out a laugh at this and only then was aware of tears in her own eyes, “but I more wanted to meet your family. Not your dad – couldn't care less about him – but I wanted to meet Polly. I wanted to meet Polly so I could ask her if I could--” he paused again, words apparently failing him. Betty took a step towards him, raising her eyebrows, asking him to continue.

He swallowed again.

“Not that I need anyone's permission or that you're anyone's to give away. But I spoke to Archie who spoke to Veronica, who spoke to Kevin and they told me that I should talk to Polly. I know it's old-fashioned but you know, it's me – I'm an old soul. Sorry, I'm rambling,” he said, looking away and hastily wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Betty gave another laugh at this.

“It's just... I never thought I would ever get... well, this. I never thought I could ever be so lucky. I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet my soulmate. Good god, this sounds cheesy as hell, doesn't it? Sorry. I guess what I'm saying is: Betty Cooper, I had been irrevocably in love with you for the last seven years of my life and they have, without doubt been the best seven years a man could possibly hope for. With that said, would you do me the absolute honour and privilege of being my wife?”

She slowly came closer and, placing her hands on his cheeks –

“Yes.”

And she kissed him.

No matter how unexpected this had been, she realised, in that moment, that she didn't even have to think about what her response was going to be. It had always been there – at the tip of her tongue just waiting to be said. 

After all, their love was one for the ages.

[juggiecooperr-blog]

can you write a fic where bughead promises to marry each other when their young. so when jughead & betty are celebrating their anniversary, jughead proposes. ( betty remembers later on that night about the promise they made)..

of course love! 

Betty was nervous and she didn’t know why. She just had this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen tonight and she just couldn’t shake it. It was her and Jughead’s ten year anniversary. They had been through so much together. The murder of Jason Blossom, the rest of their high school years, their college years, and their move back to Riverdale. 

Betty stood in the small bathroom of their quaint little apartment and stared at herself in the mirror. She had certainly matured. Her blonde hair was nearly down to her waist now and she had curled and pinned it nicely on the top of her head. Her face was clear of makeup except for a little bit of mascara, blush, and some lipstick. She wore a skin tight baby pink dress that reached just to the top of her knees, leaving her long legs bare. Her black scrappy heels were tied up around her ankles and she had accessorized with small diamond earrings, her key necklace, and a diamond bracelet Jughead had bought her on their fifth anniversary. 

Betty bit her lip and continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She could swear she was forgetting something. Pushing it to the back of her mind, Betty stepped out of the bathroom to meet Jughead in the living room. Jughead was gathering his keys and his wallet when Betty stepped into the room and when jughead looked up he did a double take. 

“My my my,” Jughead grinned, looking her up and down. “You look beautiful Betty.” He said walking over to her and kissing her on the cheek. “You ready to go? I made the reservation for eight.” Betty took a look at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost eight and she nodded her head. They made their way outside, Jughead holding the door for her as she went. The restaurant was just down the street so they walked instead of wasting the gas. 

“Hello!” The hostess greeted them. Betty smiled at her and so did Jughead. 

“We have a reservation under Jones.” He told her and she glanced down at her book before nodding and waving us after her. 

“Of course, right this way.” The restaurant was busy tonight. The hostess stopped at a table for two situated more towards the back and waved her hands at it. “Here you are. You’re waitress will be right with you. Enjoy!” 

Jughead and Betty both thanked the girl before she left and took their seats. Not long after a waitress by the name of Hannah came by and took their drink orders. Betty ordered a glass of wine and Jughead settled for water. When she came back, Betty and Jughead were ready to order, Betty ordered chicken fettuccini while Jughead got the steak meal. 

“How was your day?” Jughead asked Betty when the waitress had left them to put their order in. 

Betty sighed. “It was long. All day I have had this overwhelming feeling like I’ve missed something. I just can’t shake it.” She tells him and Jughead frowns, taking her hand in his. 

“I’m sorry love, but other than that, all good?” He asked raising an eyebrow and Betty smiled. 

“Yeah, all good! Work was a breeze, how about you?” Jughead smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Perfect.” He smiled again, staring into her eyes and Betty smiled back. She really wanted to kiss him right then, but their waitress was back with their food. 

“Enjoy you guys!” She said before she left again, leaving them to their meals.  

When they were finished with their food and the waitress had returned to take away their empty dishes, Jughead took Betty’s hands in his and took a deep breath. “I love you, so much Elizabeth Cooper.” Betty smiled sweetly and squeezed Jughead’s hands. 

“I love you too.” She told him. Jughead pulled his hands out of hers and leaned back in his chair for a moment before returning to his normal position.

“Can you believe it? Ten years already.” Jughead exclaimed and Betty giggled. “I can still remember the first day I kissed you. It was in your room, we were in the middle of an investigation and you were getting worked up and I just kissed you.” Betty smiled at the memory and she felt her heart warm. “I wasn’t sure how you were going to react but that day I can remember thinking to myself ‘just do it Jug, if you don’t you’re going to regret it forever’ and I am so glad I did it.” 

“I’m glad you did too.” Betty smiled at him, folding their hands together once again. Jughead pulled out of Betty’s grasp and Betty furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. Jughead stood from his seat and moved to her side as Betty looked up at him with confuse wide eyes. 

“Ever since that day we have been inseparable. We’ve done literally everything together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Solving the murder, graduating High School, moving to New York, NYU, and finally moving back here. I love you so much Elizabeth Cooper.” He told her as he moved onto one knee producing a small jewelry box from his jacket pocket. 

Betty’s eyes instantly began to fill with tears and she brought her hands to her mouth, covering it as Jughead opened the box revealing the most perfect engagement ring Betty had ever seen. “Elizabeth, Betty Cooper. Will you do me the great honour in becoming my wife?” He asked her, his mouth twitching up in a nervous smile.

Betty couldn’t speak so instead she nodded her head vigorously, giving him her left hand so that he could slide the ring on. She hadn’t realized the entire restaurant had gone quiet and was looking at them until a huge round of applause bursted out when they stood to kiss and hug. 

Betty was glowing. Her smile was the widest it had ever been and Jughead’s was the same, his eyes were even a little damp from a few tears that had escaped as he popped the question. The waitress that had been serving them before came back to their table with a receipt for them and handed it to Jughead. “Tonight is on us. Congratulations you two!” She beamed at them before leaving them yet again. 

Jughead folded the receipt and placed it in his wallet, pulling out a couple bills and placing them on the table for the tip before extending his hand to Betty. “Shall we?” He asked her and Betty took his hand following him out of the restaurant. 

“We shall.” She beamed, wiping away the rest of her tears as she went. Once they were outside and on the empty sidewalk, Jughead spun Betty around before taking her in his arms and kissing her. 

“So,” Jughead said once they had both pulled out of the kiss. “Is your feeling of dread finally gone?” Betty stopped for a moment and her eyes widened. 

“Yeah actually,” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion until she finally understood. “Oh my god! I remember now! On our fifth anniversary you told me you wanted to marry me and I said to ask me on out tenth anniversary. How could I forget that!” 

Jughead chuckled. “To be fair, we were in the middle of a hectic year at NYU so I understand.” Betty shoved his shoulder with her own and laced her hand back with his. “I’m only teasing you. Now,” he grinned, “how about a milkshake at Pop’s, future Mrs. Jones?” 

Betty blushed and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I could get used to that, and yes of course.” Jughead smiled and they both made their way to the old diner together, hand in hand while Jughead’s finger stroked the band of Betty’s engagement ring. They both could not be any happier.