#Bughead camping

[notfeelingthyaster]

everytime i watch riverdale again i feel like im using chemical drugs, everytime i watch glee i feel like im using weed, the difference is subtle, but there

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Bughead character sketch by by Mike Norton for Down and Out and Death Cursed, (Camp Pickens, 2023).

[dashiellqvverty]

objectively very funny that everybody lost except chonis

[jugheadvarchoni]

Alright! Riverdale season 2 rewatch is DONE!

Here are some of my thoughts:

This whole season is sooooo teen campy horror and I’m obsessed. I prefer this season over S1 for sure.

TONI FCKING TOPAZ. MY BEST GIRLYYYY. 🥹

The Black Hood is actually such a good villain idc

LOOK. I love FP, but he DID clean up the Blossom’s crime scene, he WAS involved. Whether he was blackmailed or not, he did it. So Betty blackmailing Cheryl by threatening to release the video of Jason’s murder is… very fucked up.

Speaking of Betty… she lowkey annoys me several times throughout this season. She’s such a bad friend 😂

I may be in the minority, but I LOVE all the Serpent drama stuff

Jughead is my extra-brooding broody emo boy this season. Complete with a dramatic ass Bughead breakup lol.

The scene where Fred imagines Archie’s graduation day and says “I didn’t think I’d live to see this day” actually made me cry because Luke Perry passed away before S4 so Fred really didn’t get to see the day…

CHONI CHONI CHONI. Their first meeting, the “you’re sensational” scene at Pop’s, Toni leading the charge to save her, Cheryl (and Jughead) saving Toni from the Ghoulies. Choni’s FIRST KISS. Ughhhh I love my babies so much. 🥰

I was wrong in my S1 post, Alice Cooper is still fcking insufferable this season.

Archie starting a team of teen vigilantes to hunt a serial killer lmfao

Nick St. Clair deserved JAIL. God.

The fact that Kevin has known about the Sisters of Quiet Mercy being an illegal conversion camp for some time and has never done or said anything before, while hooking up with boys from there and being the SON of the sheriff is… concerning.

And then the gang literally does nothing after either

CHONI

VARCHIE. Her being right by his side after Fred was shot, Archie beating the shit out of Nick for hurting her. Their “I LOVE YOU’S”, which was hard for Veronica and caused some tension, but they worked through and came out stronger for it! Dealing with Hiram’s shit lol.

Cheryl Blossom deserved a stint on CW’s Arrow!

Having the Serpent/Ghoulie war off screen was not it… like… that was such a huge point and we saw none of it

Hiram Lodge was a GREAT villain, but at the risk of sounding like a broken record, he was just sooo overused.

Veronica girlbossing & getting ownership of Pop’s because she knows how much it means to people. My girl :’)

FP retiring, making Jughead king, and then Jughead’s first act being inducting Cheryl into the Serpents? Beautiful symmetry that mirrors his own start with the Serpents at the end of S1.

Oh, did I mention CHONI?

The cliffhanger being Archie arrested right after winning the student body election… like goddamn.

I love this fcking season, and idc what anyone else says! It’s better than S1! 💋

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

Three Days of So-Called Peace, Love, and Music. Or, How We Came to Loathe Camping

Happy Wednesday! Here’s the latest installment in the collaborative fic @middleagedresidentofriverdale and I are writing.

Chapter 13: Get on the Good Foot. 

It's Saturday morning and things are starting to get pretty gnarly! There's also a (possible) mystery for Bughead to investigate...

Start from the beginning here.

[liebgirl]

also do not even bother looking for riverdale summer camp aus they’re all bughead i checked. sorry.

[sherlollyandspoilers]

Writing Patterns

I was tagged by @geekymoviemom - thank you!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.

(1) A Taste of Home Bughead Coffee Shop AU

“Wait, what?” Betty snapped her attention to the conversation happening in front of her. “You’re not going to be here this summer?”

(2) We're Worth It Sherlolly, Canon Divergent, Therapy Fic (Part of a series)

Sherlock watched Molly apprehensively as she got ready for bed. Mary had been on edge during Rosie’s birthday party and Molly hadn’t been much better. He felt like all of them were walking on eggshells, simply waiting for the other shoe to drop. But on what exactly, he couldn’t say.

(3) I can try Everlark, "This would have happened anyway" 2022 Challenge

Katniss sighed as she looked out the window. She closed her eyes and wished to be in the woods or the meadow, reading or working on a new hunting trap. NOT stuck in history class being reminded for the millionth time how fortunate they were to be living in a time after The Hunger Games.

(4) The Camping Set Up, Everlark 4th of July, AU

“I can’t believe you’re ditching me!” Katniss snapped as she slammed the car door shut. “You suck!” she spat through the open window.

(5) Temperamental Sherlollicon 2021 Flash Fic: John and Lestrade, Fairground, ABO, Temperamental Personalities

Lestrade had gotten used to his position in life. He had long come to terms with the fact that he would never make an Omega his. In fact, in his line of work he kind of enjoyed being a beta, especially when calls were made on Alphas and he got to make an arrest…it was the most satisfying thing, slapping the cuffs an angry Alpha.

(6) A Holiday Sherlock and Molly are finally on their honeymoon. Just a fluffy little follow up to Here Be Dragons.

Sherlock rolled over and smiled at his sleeping wife. Wife. I like how that sounds. He ran his hand over her stomach and lifted the sheet so he could press several kisses there.

(7) This is real...? Married Everlark, The sequel to The P.A.N.E.M. Initiative.

Katniss pulled the comforter tighter around herself in a futile attempt to hold on to the last bit of sleep. The sound of the shower running reached her ears and she slid a hand to Peeta’s side of the bed, still warm – he had just gotten up. Rubbing her face, she quickly slipped out of bed and tipped toed to the bathroom.

(8) "I think we understand each other better now." Sherlock is engaged to Molly Hooper and Mycroft is in love with Molly Hooper. Neither wants to talk about it but now they have to work it out.

Sherlock sat with his elbows on the table and hands steepled against his chin, staring at Mycroft. Mycroft stared right back. 

(9) Saving Her Time Mina has a date and is unable to get out of the house before introducing him to her father and uncle.

“Hey Uncle Myke!” Mina smiled as she skipped down the stairs and into the living room. “I didn’t know you were coming over today.”

(10) Isn't this just being a father? Sherlock and Mina spend the afternoon together (set a couple of weeks after Isn't She Beautiful)

“Sherlock?” He could hear the worry in Molly’s voice.

“Mhm?” he hummed from under the bedsheets.

[gogenevieveart]

Also from your requests: Camping Bughead 🌲🌳🔥🍃🌝 I’ve never been camping so I wasn’t sure what else to put in the scene other than s'mores and a fire haha

[jugheadeaton-blog]

Camping Before the Split

Summary: Betty and Jughead have one last day to spend together before Jughead gets sent to South Side High and lives with a foster family. (Credit to @peacelovebughead for the original idea of this story ^-^)

P.S. - Sorry this took so long! I’ve been having major writer’s block lately. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

“Betty, can’t we just go back to Pop’s?” Jughead whined as he lugged all the camping gear onto the muddy earth of the forest right next to Sweet Water River. Betty lightly grazed her fingers on her boyfriend’s jaw line.

“We already went there, Juggie. Besides, we always go there. And we won’t be able to have moments like this after today so…” Betty trailed off, her voice cracking at the last syllable. Jughead held Betty’s hands lightly, cutting her off. “Yeah you’re right. Like always,” He reassured, attempting to change his girlfriend’s mood. Betty gently tilted Jughead’s face up so she could stare into his dark blue eyes. “Not always, Jug. You should know that by now,” She whispered and planted a small kiss on his cheek, her voice devoid of any voice cracks. “Anyways, let’s set up the tents. We only have about three hours.” Jughead rolled his eyes as he started to assemble his dark green tent. “I still can’t believe your curfew is 9:00,” he murmured as he undid a velcro strap, watching his tent form on its own. He then placed Betty’s dark violet tent on a small patch of poorly cut grass, undoing it’s velcro strap. Betty smiled and dumped everything out of her camping bag and into her newly set up tent. “Thank you, Juggie.” she cheered. Jughead gave a small grin in return. “No problem, Betts,” He replied. Jughead crawled into his tent, opened his bag, and flung everything against the “wall” of the thin tent. A few minutes later, he slid out into the wilderness to start the fire but stopped when he saw that Betty was already on the task. Except now she had her detective-like jacket off and wore her normal cotton candy pink sweater, simple dark blue jeans and pink and white sneakers, accompanied by her classic tight golden ponytail. Betty looked up from what she was doing then smiled when she met eye contact with her still boyfriend. “What? Didn’t think I knew what to do?” she tilted her head sarcastically. Jughead just shook his head. “No. It’s just…“ he trailed off. Being the overprotective boyfriend that he is, Jughead began to imagine what could go wrong with Betty setting up the fire: what if she got a splinter from the sticks she was using? Or what if she created the fire but burned herself in the process? Or even worse, what if she created the fire but her clothes got caught on fire and she couldn’t roll out the flames? Literally anything could go wrong and it worried Jughead deeply. ”Juggie what’s wrong?” She finally asked as she stood up and dusted her pants off. “Do you see anyone? Archie? Veronica? Your dad?” Betty swallowed. “My mom?” She asked slowly. After no response, Betty stood up and kissed her frozen-like boyfriend. Jughead immediately stirred back to life.

“I’m sorry, Betty, did you say something?” Jughead asked nervously, worrying thoughts swirling in his brain. He received a small death stare from his partner. Jughead whipped off his stained denim jacket and chucked it at his tent. Now, all he wore was a blood red t-shirt with a black “S” in the center, black jeans with black overall straps hanging from his waist, black converse and (of course) his classic crown beanie. Betty stared at Jughead for a good minute then went back to starting the fire. “Can I get any help, Juggie?” She questioned, her voice a little on the sarcastic side. Jughead shook his head at himself then sat next to his girlfriend. Just as Jughead was about to stop Betty and finish her work, a light crackle sound was heard and a fire began to blaze once he took a seat. “Yay! Thanks Juggie!” Betty cheered as if he ignited the fire. Jughead gave a small yet adorable little smile in response. “Time for s’mores,” Betty announced as she grabbed a bag the size of a yoga ball, filled to the brim with fluffy, cloud-like marshmallows. She then pulled out five bars of delicious milk chocolate and a box of graham crackers. She smiled. Jughead smiled too. At least Betty was clearing her mind from the fact that her boyfriend was going to live on the other side of town (mind you, the “bad” side of town) and live with a foster family, whom she didn’t trust one bit. Jughead stared at the ingredients before him then smirked to himself as a certain idea infested his brain. He grabbed a stick, stuck a marshmallow through it, hovered the cloud-like mush over the fire and watched it turn a brownish color. Betty watched him carefully and thoughtfully as she took a stick of her own, roasted it over the campfire and checking her watch. “Two hours and a half left, Juggie,” she reported, her eyes showing tiny signs of worry. Jughead just nodded his head as he placed his melted marshmallow onto a graham cracker and melted his chocolate just the way he liked it: nearly melting into tasty chocolate goo. Jughead placed all his ingredients together to form a neatish s’more. By now, Betty had made a fairly sloppy s’more herself. Time to activate “the plan”, as Jughead liked to call it. He turned to Betty and smiled. “Cheers,” he stated as he held out his s’more towards Betty. Her eyebrows raised in a slightly confused way but nonetheless, she giggled and bonked her s’more with his while saying “Cheers.” But just as Betty and Jughead “toasted” s’mores, Jughead made his move.

Jughead “accidentally” dropped some of the chocolate and marshmallow onto Betty’s collarbone. “Oops,” he muttered as he placed his s’more down. Betty first gave a death glare but a few seconds later realized her boyfriend’s game and felt her lips curl into a smile, placing her own s’more next to Jughead’s. “Bad Jughead,” she hissed playfully. As Jughead went for a kiss the unthinkable happened: Betty had placed a finger on Jughead’s rough lips, stopping him. “Not here, Juggie,” she whispered as she motioned towards her tent. Jughead nodded in agreement then picked Betty up and placed her in the tent. She giggled as Jughead zipped the tent shut. “Now where was I?” he asked sarcastically. “Oh right.” In one swift motion, Jughead pulled off Betty’s loose sweater and tossed it to the side, the chocolate and marshmallow dripping down to her upper chest. Betty blushed but giggled again, nonetheless. Jughead awkwardly smiled as Betty pulled him close and yanked his t-shirt off. He plucked his beanie off and placed it gently in the corner of the tight tent. Once the crown left his hand, Jughead pounced on Betty and began to cover her face (mostly her lips) and neck in kisses. She let him do that for about five minutes, until she slid her hand in between herself and her boyfriend’s lips. Puzzled, Jughead met Betty’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, his eyebrows raised. “It’s your turn,” Betty breathed as she rolled over and pushed Jughead to the ground. Lustfully, she locked her fingers in her boyfriend’s oil colored hair, a sort of blissful vibe running through her body. She then connected her lips with his, savoring the taste. Forcefully, Jughead’s fingers wrapped around Betty’s hips, which made her gasp. “Juggie,” she whined as one of Jughead’s large hands crawled up her back and hooked the back of her snow white bra. As he unclasped the bra, Jughead smiled proudly while Betty turned red. Poor Betty’s face went a deeper shade of red as her boyfriend’s eyes landed on her breasts, his mouth hung open in astonishment.

“Betty…” Jughead barely spoke as his hand grazed the skin just above Betty’s breasts, nicking some of the chocolate and marshmallow off onto his finger. She smiled shyly, placed a petite hand on her boyfriend’s thin waistline and bashfully whispered “You can touch them, you know.” Wasting no time, Jughead licked the goo off his finger and hungrily dug his face in between Betty’s breasts and bite down ever so slightly. Another gasp escaped Betty, her breath hitching. Jughead chuckled against his girlfriend and trailed kisses up her neck. “Bets, the s’mores.”

At first, Betty’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Seconds later, Jughead licked the remains of the now hardened chocolate and marshmallow plopped on Betty’s collarbone (and upper chest), all the while pointing to the mushed/melted s’mores sitting inches away from their bodies. Betty laughed and picked up one of the contorted snacks, getting the sugar filled goop all over her fingers. She then lightly tapped her boyfriend’s chin, telling him to look at her. He obeyed like a puppy getting a bone. “Say ahh,” Betty insisted as she opened her mouth. “I didn’t know I was at the dentist’s office,” Jughead joked as he mimicked Betty’s mouth and bit down on her s’more. Without warning, Jughead picked up the other s’more and fed it to his girlfriend. Betty giggled as she chewed and watched Jughead suck the chocolate and marshmallow off her fingers. Once her s’more slid down her throat, Betty licked the chocolate and marshmallow off Jughead’s fingers, copying him. “Copy cat.” Jughead pouted playfully and wiped some of the remaining goop off of Betty’s lips. “It’s not my fault that I adore you, Jughead Jones.” Betty declared.

As Jughead shyly grinned, a beep was heard. “What was that?” Betty asked, now on edge. “Relax, it’s just my watch. It’s 8:30, Bets,” Jughead soothed as he rubbed Betty’s arm, comfortably. Betty’s face dropped. “I…we…we only have thirty more ‘regular’ minutes left…” she stammered. The pout on her face slowly grew into a deep frown, her eyes getting damp. She didn’t want the night to end. In fact, she wanted it to last for a long while, maybe even for eternity. Jughead put Betty’s clothes back on and slung an arm around her. He looked into her eyes. “Betty,” he started. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” he finished, reading her mind. Betty sniffled and wiped some stray tears away. “But Jughead…the serpents…and our parents…” she listed, her voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face. Jughead threw his shirt on and carefully placed his beanie back on. He then wiped his girlfriend’s tears away. “Hey. Nothing’s going to stop us from being together, alright?” Jughead insisted. “C’mon Betty look at me. Please.” Betty slowly obeyed. “I will never stop loving you,” Jughead stated, his hands now on Betty’s shoulders.

Betty sniffled and laid her head on Jughead’s shoulder. “You promise?” Jughead placed a firm hand on Betty’s back and began to rub her gently. “I promise.” He smiled, attempting to make his girlfriend feel better. Luckily, it did. Betty sniffled once more and unzipped the tent, the fire nearly out. Jughead looked at the fire then at Betty. She laughed lightly and grabbed the s’mores’ materials. “We don’t have to melt the marshmallows. We’ll be leaving in ten minutes anyways,” Betty stated, the frown reappearing on her face. Jughead pouted and pushed the s’more materials away. He then held Betty in his arms, stroking her golden locks. “Let’s just savor the moment,” Jughead whispered as he stared into the sun set. Betty smiled and watched the sun sink lower and lower until finally, it was nonexistent. The beep from Jughead’s watch indicated that their last normal day was up. After quickly packing up everything, Betty and Jughead held each other in their arms, for probably the last time in a while.

“Me moving to the south side won’t change anything,” Jughead stated as he rubbed Betty’s arm. Betty stared at a nearby tree, dazed.

“I hope you’re right.”

[gaysie]

hiii kath my best friend and i are being sexy bughead for halloween thanks to ur influence <3

YASSSS the more people walking around like a Jug headd the better...

[riverdaledreaming]

I Want To Linger (A Little Longer Here With You)

Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper meet at the local YMCA sleepaway camp where both are hired as counselors for the summer. Will Burger and Goldie, their respective camp alter ego names, be able to stay away from each other at their rigorous job or will they risk the consequences?

@riverdalebingo Summer 2020 | Summer Camp AU | Word Count 4,662 | Mature | Tags on AO3

(Fun Fact: the camp photos in this edit are from my real life summer camp!)

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Counselor Bughead from Chilling Adventures Presents... Camp Pickens (2023).

[mieteve-minijoma]

Camp Pussywillow (Riverdale Kink Week)

Variety is the Spice of Life Tumblr Prompt for KW:

Camp counselors who spend their evenings fooling around (Bughead)

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She felt her heart rate speed up but shook it off, telling herself that it was her mind playing tricks on her. She turned to make her way back to the main area, cutting through the shortcut in the woods, when suddenly she felt a hand clamp down over her mouth, followed by an arm pulling her flush against something hard.

“You know, it’s not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be walking around these woods all alone, don’t you? You never know who or what might be lurking, waiting to eat you up,” his husky voice against her ear made her shutter with want. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, trailing his fingers along her jawline until he settled his hand around her throat and squeezed lightly.

He tilted her head to the side, biting and kissing the expanse of her exposed flesh, “But I bet that’s what you want, right? Someone to just eat. You. Up,” he said, punctuating each of the last three words with a nip, a kiss and a suck to her neck.

Read on AO3 here

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

Three Days of So-Called Peace, Love, and Music. Or, How We Came to Loathe Camping

In honor of the 24th anniversary week of Woodstock ‘99, here’s a little something for you readers out there!

Chapter 15: Pain Lies on the Riverside.

As conditions continue to deteriorate, a legendary musician tries valiantly to destroy his guitar. Later on, Bughead resume their sleuthing at the campsite. There’s also an amazing scene involving hats courtesy of my wonderful co-author, @middleagedresidentofriverdale. 

Start from the beginning here.

[imreallyloveleee]

Got the prompts “I thought you’d might be hungry so I brought your this” Ps. I love your writing

(thank you anon! here’s what happens when you sit on a prompt for 2 months and then watch 2 seasons of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in the span of 2 weeks.)

Jughead Jones is not a masochist.

He’s not, which is why instead of leaning over tolight Betty Andrews’ cigarette himself when she sidles up to the bar in theback of the Twilight Café, he merely hands her his lighter, careful not to lettheir fingers brush the way they did two weeks ago (which he is definitely notstill thinking about, because – you guessed it – he’s not a masochist).

Her husband is up on the stage, lights reflecting off of hisshiny, slicked-back hair, guitar cradled in his lap as he croons into themicrophone. They’re here every Wednesday night, Archie with his guitar case andBetty with her homemade brisket – Jughead’s weakness, and the reason hebegrudgingly pencils the smiling redhead into the prime 9:45 timeslot each weekdespite Archie’s utter inability to carry a tune.

(It’s certainly not because Jughead is powerless to say nowhen Betty sets those wide green eyes on him, teeth digging into her lush lowerlip. That’s something only a masochist would do, and Jughead? Decidedly not amasochist.)

Cigarette glowing between her fingertips, Betty hops onto abarstool and leans towards him. “Anyone good on tonight?”

He jerks his chin towards the stage. “What about this guy?”

She waves a dismissive hand. “Psh. This guy.”

Jughead turns away for a moment to pour a beer for a man atthe end of the bar, grateful for the chance to hide his smile. It’s grown intoa little joke between the two of them – though Betty’s never said as much, hesuspects she knows that the handful of dollars Archie takes home each week aremore in response to his good looks than they are to his talent.

“Stick around until ten forty-five,” he tells her. “There’sa comic from Queens coming on I think you’ll like. Both of you,” he addsquickly.

“Ten forty-five,” she echoes. “That’s ages from now. You gonnashare that brisket?”

This time, he doesn’t try to hide the grin. “I could beconvinced.”

 .

Jughead Jones might be a masochist.

There’s no other rational explanation for why he’d simplystood and watched as Betty Andrews wandered up onto the stage in a rain-soaked nightgownat one in the morning, and launched into some kind of stream-of-consciousnessspoken-word-standup mishmash that’s got the dozen or so people left in the room– including him – still mesmerized ten minutes later.

“He said I was too perfect for him.” Betty pauses. “Too.Perfect. Who says that? How is that a thing? ‘Honey, I’m throwing this leg of lambyou’ve cooked me in the garbage, it’s too delicious.’” Laughter. Bettygrins.

Despite her bedraggled appearance, there’s something abouther tonight that’s electric – like she’s feeding off of the audience’s energy,tiny thought it may be. It’s enthralling to witness, like nothing Jughead’sseen before. Not at the Twilight, anyway.

“And look, if less than perfect is what gets him going, thenhoo boy, is Geraldine Grundy the girl for him. She’s the one who taught him howto play guitar, and if you’ve ever been here to hear him sing on a Wednesdaynight, that’s the funniest joke you’ll hear all week.”

Jughead laughs out loud at that one, and immediately pourshimself a shot of whiskey. He needs something to dull the nervous energy coursingthrough his veins. Something special is happening right now, though he can’tquite put his finger on what it is that’s got him bouncing on the balls of hisfeet like the Yankees are in overtime against the Red Sox. It’s not just thatBetty Andrews, the married woman he’s been slowly falling for over the courseof the last five months, found her husband in bed with another woman, and just announcedthat she’s leaving him in front of a room of half-drunk downtown derelicts inthe middle of the night.

It’s that she’s finally seized the spotlight for herselftonight – and she’s spectacular.

 .

Jughead Jones is definitely a masochist.

He must be. Why else would he force himself to lift his headwith a lopsided smile when the tantalizing smell of brisket wafts through the opendoor one week later, even though his heart feels like it’s plummeted down throughhis stomach and all the way onto the floor?

It’s Betty, of course, back to looking perfectly puttogether (though he chides himself silently for the thought – she’d made it veryclear how she felt about the word perfect last week). Her Pyrex dish isbalanced carefully between her gloved hands, but tonight the hunger itusually inspires is overshadowed by a gnawing ache in his chest.

“I’ll pencil him in,” he says before Betty can utter a word.

Her forehead wrinkles as she sets her dish on the bar andslips off her gloves.

“Archie’s not coming.”

Jughead raises an eyebrow, his smile growing a little moregenuine. “Ah. You want me to pencil you in.”

A charming pink flush settles into her cheeks as she doessomething she’s never done before, and rests her fingertips lightly on his wrist.Jughead swallows.

“No. Well – not yet, anyway. I’m working on something alittle more…polished.” Betty lifts her other hand to smooth out her ponytail,and he sees for the first time that her ring finger is newly bare. “I just…Ithought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.”

His heart defies gravity, and leaps all the way from thefloor up into his throat.

“Oh.”

A tremulous smile flickers over her face. Betty takes a deepbreath, hops onto a barstool, and pulls a cigarette out of her case.

“So.” She leans across the bar, and this time, Jugheadlights her cigarette himself. “Anyone good on tonight?”

[purple-spring]

the woman and the illusion

for camp riverdale, theme 6: favourite genre or movie.

a sherlock/irene adler-inspired mini AU.

...

“So tell me, Ms. Cooper,” Jughead Jones drawled. “What is it that you do?”

His voice was smooth, but underneath the honeyed tones, he was frantically trying to buy more time. He had started out with a plan, as always: pass himself off as an injured tourist outside her house, gain her sympathy, and rummage through her living room for the stolen photographs while she called for help.

But it seems as though he was expected.

And worse, prepared for. 

He was ready, costume and all. And then Elizabeth Cooper, professionally known as The Woman, walked into the living room, and his rehearsed speech died on his tongue as he saw that she was utterly naked, save for a pair of Louboutins. 

He may have stuttered. Articulate, cunning detective mastermind Jughead Jones stuttered.

They’d exchanged names, pleasantries. He was pissed. Someone had figured out that he was coming for her, and for some reason or another, she knew ahead of time. And now he was on the defensive.

She watched him amusingly as he walked around the room, her legs crossed on the blue velvet couch. “I’m sorry, you were asking me about… what I do?”

“Yes.” Bingo. The gilt frame above the fireplace. “Surely you do something to occupy your time, other than blackmailing the Queen’s most senior advisor with copies of compromising photographs of your time together?”

“Of course,” she purred. “I know what people like. And I sell it right back to them.”

There’s probably a safe behind there. “You sell... illusions,” he replied distractedly.

“Is that not what you do, Mr. Jones?”

That caught his attention. “I’m sorry-- what I do? I sell illusions?”

“Indeed.”

“Oh, please. Ms. Cooper, I--”

“Betty, actually.”

He looked up. That disarmed him. Her eyebrows raised, aware of his guard slipping. Goddamn it, Jones. Keep it together. 

Jughead drew himself up and turned to face her front-on. “Ms. Cooper, you sell a brittle mirage to weak men and women who just happen to have the means, further degrading what little dignity they had,” he sneered. “You sell lies. I search for the truth.”

“You search for one version of the truth,” she said, clearly enjoying seeing him rattled. “Or are you truly so simple as to believe that there is only one truth? Oh, my dear Mr. Jones. Say it isn’t so.”

His lip curled. “Or what?”

She stood and walked over to him. He tried not to stare. But what man - even a man such as himself - could resist the luminosity of her bare skin, the sway of her full breasts, the boldness with which she approached him now? 

“Or I might have to slap you,” she whispered, her lip grazing his earlobe. “Hard. And rough.”