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[ There's no question she wouldn't use the power given to her by the city to control him and it's the same for whatever power he grants her. She refuses to betray that trust he so carefully placed into her hands. She won't let this city didn't break them, to break that understanding, she just needs to remember that.

Whatever thoughts were in her head just a moment ago stutter to a stop as he fishes for something out of his pocket. It's more than just something, it's a ring. And while it might be simple and undoubtedly cheap, she understands the meaning behind it immediately. It sets her heart racing, has a flush spreading over her cheeks and a floored sort of smile curving her lips. Her gaze leaps to his face when he promises to be hers forever, pushing her out of her stunned silence as she let's out a shaky laugh, utterly gobsmacked and full of love. ]

Juggie-- [ She smiles and murmurs his name as the tears well up in her eyes, her hands moving to his cheeks as she nods, excitedly whispering the next word against his lips before he can actually ask her the question she knows in her heart he wants to ask.] Yes.

[ Because they may be young but this the inevitable, undeniable path they were heading down, come hell or high water. ]

[ Maybe this was an easier conclusion to come to because of where they are. This isn't a marriage proposal in the traditional sense - this isn't how he would've done it - but it's as close as they can get here. A promise, stronger, more determined, a symbol that seems to mean so much more here in a city where things like love and faithfulness are hard to come by. He's always going to be hers. Always.

He can feel a swell of warmth flood his chest when she responds and in that moment he realises that he wasn't sure what she was going to say. Maybe exhaustion is partially to blame but he can feel a matching sting in his eyes as he kisses her, deep and loving and never ending. ]

[ While she wouldn't blame him for doubting it, her answer couldn't be anything other than yes. Because as hard as things have been here, as difficult as things can be, she loves him endlessly. And nothing worth having is effortless, she's figured that out. Perfection isn't what she wants, it's always what she's been driven towards and she wants what they have, more than anything. It's messy and lovely and fractured and soothing.

It's home.

She kisses him until her lungs scream for air and even then, she leans in to draw her lips against his jaw, her hands settling on his shoulders and her lips curved into a happy smile.]

I love you, Jughead Jones.

[ She strove for perfection and he tried to pretend he didn't care about anything - in hindsight, it feels like they both needed to find each other to balance it out, to find the softness, the imperfections in each other. She's done so much for him just by being there, quietly or vocally supportive, admonishing when he's being an idiot, but endlessly there. How lucky can a guy get, to find that person when he's still so young? ]

I love you too, Betty Cooper.

[ And he kisses her again, knowing all of this to be more true than anything. ]

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