1950’s vintage Bughead ad (based on a vintage Levi’s ad) Patreon commission for @daphnesvieira [Our new bughead series features them in ads from different decades!]
Jughead grinned as he attached the photograph to his post - one much similar to the one he tweeted when he first got Flapjack. This time though it was one of him holding the much bigger, adorable pup, with the ring still tied to his collar.
Betty learned after the fact that Jughead had taken the picture before their date and she had somehow missed it in all the commotion to leave.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice the ring around his neck,” Betty laughed as she gazed at the twisted, white gold metal on her left ring finger. She hadn’t stopped staring at it since the night before when Jughead slipped it on her finger and asked her to be his wife.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would have this life, that she deserved this life. But here she was being shown every damn day that, not only did she deserve it, but she earned it.
“Jug?” Betty called out, but there was no answer. She saw a shadow behind the curtain next to her bed. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Who’s there?”
She heard a slight eerie chuckle before a soft melody landed in her ears. “…and if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke…”
Betty’s heart plummeted into the pit of her stomach as she heard that all too familiar voice. She clambered to get out of her bed, tearing the IV and heart monitor from her body before almost falling out of the bed to pull back the curtain. She knew that song. She’d know it anywhere. It haunted her and she promised herself she’d never sing it to her children.
“…And if that winter cloak’s too cold, Mama’s gonna buy you a pile of gold. And if that gold was stolen, too, Mama’s gonna go to jail for you…”
Betty’s eyes widened in panic, her heart was racing and pounding against her ribs, her breath constricting. No. No, there was no possible way. How did they find her? How did they get here so quickly?
“There’s one more thing, the whole reason she called in the first place,” Jughead said finally as he helped her with the dishes. The tone in his voice had Betty swallowing around nothing, bracing herself for bad news.
“I– uh, I actually left work and didn’t say anything to anyone. So, unfortunately, I have to go back to the city to finish filming. Production has done all they can without me there and I need to get back to the city or I’ll lose the deal.”
“Oh,” she said as she idly dried the dishes. “So you need to leave…”
“It’s only a few weeks,” he explained as he watched her walk over to the fridge, hoping she might agree to his next question. “And I was thinking… what if you came with me?”
Betty was having the strangest dream. She was in a beautiful field of poppies, her hair loose and blowing in the wind - as was the beautiful black gossamer dress she wore. She looked around the field of flowers, searching for Jughead. She could hear his voice in the wind but she couldn’t see him anywhere.
Just please, baby. Please wake up.
Betty opened her eyes slowly to reveal that she was still in her hospital room, hooked to the monitors that kept an eye on her daughters’ heartbeats to make sure they were strong.
Wow, I could have sworn I was discharged but I guess it was all a dream. I really wish Jughead was actually here though…Wait…
