#bughead drabble challenge

[bugheadsextape]

It’s Not What It Looks Like

It started at that damn frat party. With his stupid joke about the etymology of the work avocado. And his stupid face that she couldn’t help but kiss.

And then it continued at the next frat party, when they realized their friends ran in the same social circles and that they’d be running into each other quite often.

He never asked for her number. He never followed her back on Instagram. She knew she was torturing herself, but she just couldn’t stay away from his witty conversation or his endearing personality (or his very satisfying orgasms).

Her only shred of hope was that he seemed to only have eyes for her.

It was the first day of classes after winter break and she couldn’t help but wonder when she’d see him again. She sat in the lecture hall, absently doodling in her notebook as she waited for the arrival of the professor.

“Betty?”

She looked up to see him at the end of her row. Her heart leapt as he made his way to sit down next to her.

“How was your…”

He trailed off, looking down at her notebook.

Her notebook that had Jughead Jones written in the margins in several different styles.

She slammed the cover shut in horror. “It’s not what it looks like!”

[thetaoofbetty]

Day Seven/Prompt Three: Skinny Dipping 

“Jug,” Reggie called out, running up to him where he sat in his usual booth at Pop’s. “Yo, Jughead!” 

Raising his eyes from his laptop, he fights the urge to roll them. “Reggie—” 

“I know, I know,” Reggie interrupted, sliding into the seat across from him, catching his breath. “You said you’d be writing today. But you’re gonna want to hear this.” 

“Which is?” Jughead asked, gesturing for him to continue. 

“Guess who got a date with Veronica Lodge?” 

“By your exuberance, I’m guessing you did?” 

“My what?” 

“Your euphoria.” At Reggie’s confused look, he tried again. “Your vim and vigor?” He sighed. “Your happy face.”

“Yes!” Reggie held his knuckles out for Jughead. “Respect knuckles for the Regmeister.” 

“Sure,” he agreed easily. “But why are you telling me this right now?” 

“Because I need you to come with me.” 

Jughead shook his head. “Nope. No way. What are the rules, Reggie?” 

Reggie slumped back into the booth, counting each rule off on his fingers. “No third wheeling, no double dates, no last minute drag races, and under no circumstances am I allowed to use Hot Dog to pick up chicks in the park. Especially not after last time.” 

“Precisely.” Jughead closed his laptop. “So—” 

“But listen,” Reggie cut in, his energy bouncing back, “Veronica was down for it, right? She said she wanted to go swimming and who am I to say no to Veronica Lodge in a bathing suit?” 

“Okay?” 

“And she said she’d go if I could find a friend for her friend and I know you’ve been dying to get into Baby Cooper’s sweaters since you figured out what boobs were for, so I thought you’d be up for breaking one of your rules.” 

Jughead’s cheeks flushed. “That’s not—I don’t—”

“Anyway, they’re waiting in the parking lot,” Reggie continued as if Jughead hadn’t spoken, pointing towards Reggie’s muscle car sitting outside before waving at both girls. 

He could see Betty standing there in cropped shorts and a t-shirt, dragging the toe of her white canvas sneaker on the ground. Three seconds into a new fantasy about what she’d look like in a bikini wrapping her arms around his neck, Reggie pulled him out of his thoughts. 

“Do you think they’re up for skinny dipping?” 

Blowing out a breath, Jughead stuck his laptop in his bag and stood up to follow Reggie out the door, already wondering how to make a double date into a one on one. 

“If she is, I’m not sure I’d survive it,” he muttered.

[alluringdreams]

Bughead & Friends Drabble Challenge: Day 4 | Prompt: Are YOU the babysitter?

[this turned into a mini-shot, oops]

“Mom, Dad—Jellybean does not need a babysitter while you’re away!” Jughead argued. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of my own sister.”

“Need I remind you of the last time, when you two set the living room on fire?” Gladys asked, giving him an irate glare.  Jughead cleared his throat awkwardly and Jellybean snickered off to the side.

"Stay home, boy, and try not to blow anything up, okay?” FP said, rushing him and Gladys out the door. “And play nice with the babysitter—she’ll be here soon.”

“Who’ll be here soon?” he asked, but they were already out the door.  He sighed, looking over at Jellybean and adding, “Sorry JB, I tried.”

But she had this smug smile on her face as she replied, “It’s fine. I don’t mind.” 

“You hate babysitters,” he said, frowning. 

“Not this one!” 

He narrowed his eyes at his sister. “What did you do?” 

The doorbell rang and Jellybean shot up with an excited grin. “She’s here!”

“Who’s—” He cut himself off when Jellybean opened the door, revealing her in the doorway. “You?” he said, glaring in her direction. “You’re the babysitter?”

She rolled her eyes and glared back. “Congrats, Jones, looks like your single braincell is working today.”

“Bettyyyyy!!!” Jellybean jumped Betty with a big hug. “I’m so happy you said yes!”

“I’m so glad you offered!”

Jughead shook his head in total disbelief. “Wait a minute, JB—you arranged this?”

"I...may have suggested it,” Jellybean said with a shrug. “Betty is Riverdale High’s star student—Mom and Dad couldn’t have said yes quicker.” 

Jughead laughed dryly, looking Betty up and down with as much hate as he could muster. “You expect me to stay in the same house as her—for a whole week?”

“I’m not thrilled to be stuck with you either, so get over it.” Betty strolled right up to him and loudly plopped her duffle bag on the floor between them, just to piss him off. “You’re not even going to help me with my bags? Where’s the hospitality, Forsythe?” 

Oh, how he hated that name, and she knew it. He stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “You’re on the wrong side of the tracks if you’re expecting hospitality, princess.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jellybean wormed her way in between them and pushed them apart. “How about, Betty—you go make yourself comfortable in the bedroom.  And Jughead—you just...stay in a different room until I’m back with dinner from Pop’s.” She pushed Betty towards the bedroom and Jughead towards the living room. “Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, okay?” 

“No promises!” they both shouted in reply.  As soon as door shut, Betty popped her head out of the bedroom, locking eyes with Jughead and asking, “Think she bought it?”

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he replied, “Oh, she bought it. Get over here.”

Betty squealed with excitement, sprinting over and jumping into his arms. “One—whole—week!” she exclaimed between kisses. 

He smiled into her hair. “I cannot believe you’re JB’s sitter—how are we going to keep this a secret if she’s around all the time?”

Betty pushed him back onto the couch and hopped into his lap with a wicked grin, kissing him deeply before saying, “We’ll just have to be very, very, sneaky...” 

[books-and-milkshakes]

I’m Not Jealous

“Bettykins, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” Betty lied while not taking her eyes off of Ethel and Jughead a few booths over.

Veronica followed her gaze. “Is that Jughead? On a date?”

“Yep.”

“Never thought I would see the day.”

Betty also never thought it would actually happen. Jughead dating is a weird concept. One she didn’t like. She stabbed in her salad with a little too much aggression. Veronica looked at her with amusement.

“Are you jealous?”

“What? Of course not. I helped Ethel plan this date.” She just didn’t think he would actually say yes.

“Sure,” Veronica said with a secret smile.

“I am not jealous,” she repeated. She wasn’t. Jealousy had defined her teenage years and this wasn’t the same. This was worse.

She looked in the direction of the booth again, just in time to see Ethel lean over and kiss Jughead’s cheek. Betty felt her stomach drop. This was so much worse.

Fred’s ladder.

Later that night, Betty was sitting in her bed, examining her own feelings when she heard ticking on her window. She looked over to see a familiar beanie. Jughead waved at her with a dorky smile. She jumped of the bed and opened the window.

“Jug, what are you doing here?” she asked while he awkwardly climbed into her room.

He shrugged. “Just wanted to see you.”

“You know we have a front door, right? How the hell did you get up here?”

“I stole Fred’s ladder.”

Betty raised her eyebrow.

“Fine, I kindly asked if I could borrow his ladder and he did.” He gave her another small smile and her heart actually did a flip. She was so happy to see him.

 As she moved forward to give him a hug, she remembered the kiss Ethel gave him and stopped. “How was your date?”

He frowned at her. “Date?”

“With Ethel.”

“That wasn’t a…” he started saying but then stopped. “I guess it was. Ethel told me you helped her plan it.”

Betty nodded. She was a little sick with the thought that all of this was her own fault.

“Why?” Jughead asked.

“Because she asked for my help.”

“And you do everything for everyone.” She couldn’t describe the emotion on his face, but it was close to hurt.

“Will you be going for a second date?” 

“No,” Jughead replied quickly. “ We won’t be going out again.”

Betty felt a weight lift off of her, like she could finally breathe again. But why did she feel this way? Why did she react so extremely to Jughead on a date? Her Jughead. Her childhood friend. They used to be each other’s confidants. She used to be the only girl he ever tolerated. But apparently that was changing and she didn’t like it. She wanted it to be like the good, old days again.

“Do you want to watch cartoons?”

Cartoons

The question came out of nowhere, but Jughead agreed. Anything to spend more time with Betty. They decided to sit on the ground with their backs against their backs against her bed. She pulled out her laptop and started streaming one of their favourite childhood cartoons. Their sides were pressed together, but Jughead didn’t move. He liked the feeling of her skin against his.

After his so called date with Ethel, Jughead had felt strange. He just knew he had to see Betty immediately. 

“Did you feel something?” Betty asked. “When Ethel kissed you.”

Jughead turned to look at her, but Betty was staring straight ahead at the screen, blushing heavily. The two characters were engaged in their own kissing activity, which probably prompted this question. 

“I was at Pop’s and I saw her kiss you.”

“It was just a kiss on the cheek,” he replied.

Betty jerked like the answer hurt her. “That’s a big deal for you,” she whispered.

It was true. Jughead had never dated or been kissed before. So he supposed it was a big deal.

“Well?”

“No,” he answered. “I didn’t feel anything.” He used to think physical affection was irritating and disgusting. But when Ethel leaned over and kissed his cheek, he didn’t feel disgusted. He didn’t push her away. But he also didn’t feel good. He felt nothing at all.

Betty finally looked at him with her brows furrowed. “Nothing?” she asked.

Jughead nodded. “Nothing.”

Betty bit her lip thoughtfully. The action distracting him until he was staring at her lips. They were coated in pink lipgloss and they seemed to have a strange pull which made Jughead want to lean closer. Betty clearly noticed and she released the abused lip. The corner of her mouth curved upward.

“Juggie,” she said with a sweet lilt in her voice. “Can I try something?”

“Anything,” he said, his voice a bit rough. Betty moved closer and gently brushed her lips against his cheek. His face flushed and the skin tingled. 

“Did you feel something?” she asked softly.

Jughead couldn’t find his voice, so he gave her a stiff nod. He felt too much.

Betty smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, which was both amazing and frustrating. So close to where he wanted her. She moved lower and trailed a few kisses down his neck, before coming back to his face. She stopped an inch away from his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked.

“Please.”

[like-romeoandjuliet-love]

Bughead Drabble Challenge May Edition

Day 7: Workplace Drama

Prank

“Morning, Ms. Cooper!” The cheery voice forces her to look up from her desk and she smiles.

“Oh, hey, Diane! What can I do for you? Class doesn’t start until 10.” She questions furrowing her eyebrows.

“I was just wondering if you could come check out the yearbook? It’s in the Blue and Gold and we wanted a second opinion!”

Betty, ever so sweet, says yes, following her student out the door as she asks how the girl is feeling about college and the last day of high school of her life.

And then at the last minute, she’s pushed into the blue and gold, the door locking behind her as she lets out a surprised gasp. “Diane, what is going on?”

“You and Mr. Jones definitely dig each other so figure it out!” Diane tells and Betty realizes she’s not alone in the room. Turning around, there he is, sitting on the desk.

“There’s a significative amount of students outside the door. This is senior prank apparently.” Jughead smirks at her as he pushes himself off the chair.

“This is what they chose as their senior prank? Setting up two teachers?” Betty snorts, shaking her head. “Lack of creativity!” She yells so she’s heard through the door. “Did you know about this, Mr. Jones?” She raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t. Thought I’m not that against being locked in a room with you.” He grins, stepping closer. “Should we just tell them, Mrs. Jones?” He places his hands on each side of her waist, drawing her near.

“We should’ve confirmed the rumours sooner, I was enjoying my peace and quiet.” She laughs.

“Well, you should’ve changed your name on your desk!” He argues, a teasing grin on his face.

“We got married last month, it hasn’t exactly been on my mind. Though, our students do have terrible investigative skills. We were away for a whole week together. We both have wedding bands.” She lifts her hand up so she’s touching his face. “They do know there is another exit, right?”

“Oh, I don’t think so!” He chuckles. “We spent too much time here, that’s the only reason we know.”

“How about we make them suffer?” Betty wonders, her voice quieting down. “Think we can convince them we’re pissed?”

“Oh, I’ve missed your plotting skills.”

A few minutes later, they appear behind the small group that has formed outside the blue and gold. Clearing their throat, a stern look on both their faces.

“How did you-“

“Did you seriously think this was going to be funny?” Betty’s stern voice has always been better than his and he controls himself as not to laugh. “Did you honestly think this wouldn’t get you in trouble? Locking two people inside of a classroom? For what? So you could set us up? Mr. Jones has a wife!” Betty explains dramatically and he’s trying, he’s trying so hard to keep it in, but the look on the kids’ faces is absolutely priceless. The mixture of disappointment with fear, of shock and nervousness.

It’s even better when both he and Betty burst out laughing, looking at each other. “Oh god! The look on your faces!” Jughead chokes out between laughter, their expression of confusion becoming more and more prominent. “Kids, meet my wife, Betty!” He announces, grinning.

Their jaws drops. “You’re married?!”

[mrscolesprouse]

Bughead and Friends Drabble Challenge: June Edition @bugheaddrabblechallenge Day 2/Prompt 3: Chatroom/Discord Server

*if this was a fic and not for this challenge, i would’ve made this story a lot less rushed and a lot more detailed*

Here’s a cute little online romance...

Betty meets ‘JugheadJoneswuzhere’ through a Discord server dedicated to her favorite book series, ‘The Maple Murders’ by FP Jones the third. There are only about fifty people on the server, much less than the other servers dedicated to the series, but that’s just how she likes it. Being able to have coherent conversations with like-minded individuals about eloquent literature and not fifteen-year-old fangirls who want to talk about whether you’re #TeamLizandJackson or #TeamLizandAnthony.

(Liz and Jackson are the only answer, but that’s beside the point.)

He’s refreshing with his new insight and different perspectives on excerpts and characters of the books. He’s easily her favorite person she’s met in the chatroom.

One day, she sends him a private message, sparking a conversation one-on-one. They talk to the early hours of the morning, about everything and nothing, from her dreams to become a successful investigative journalist to his dreams of becoming a published author. They talk for weeks before finally exchanging numbers.

She learns that he’s twenty-one, just like her, and that where he lives in New York City and attends NYU, she lives in New Haven and attends Yale University. She learns that he really does like to be called Jughead and that it’s not his real name. She learns all about a young boy who was lost and had to find his way, and how writing helped him find himself. Betty says things she could never admit to anyone but he reciprocates.

Their texts become a place where they feel the most comfortable, the most like themselves. They occasionally pop back onto their Discord server from time to time, adding comments they feel are important to the conversation, but they always go back to each other.

She wants to see his face, she wants to hear his voice. She’s falling for a guy she’s never even met before and she’s worried she’s going to end up like those girls on Catfish, who think they’re dating a twenty-year-old but are actually dating an old man going through a midlife crisis.

So she sends him a picture of herself—not a dirty one, just a cute little selfie that she thinks might make him send one back.

He sends her a message (Wow, you’re so beautiful,) then she gets nothing.

Time ticks past and she doesn’t want to admit she’s disappointed.

But then a message is sent through thirty minutes later of an incredibly handsome, somewhat familiar-looking young man, with dark raven locks and sparkling blue eyes, standing in his bathroom by the mirror, smirking to the camera and yeah, this is a catfish for sure.

She replies with at least five heart-eye emojis before sending him another message, asking if she knows him from somewhere.

He spends a while typing and she hopes he doesn’t lie to her. It comes a few minutes later, (I didn’t mean to lie to you...but I’m an author...you might’ve read my books…)

She doesn’t even hesitate before hitting the call button. He picks up after one ring and she gasps, “You’re FP Jones the third!?”

The man on the other side chuckles and the timber of his voice sends shivers up her spine, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear. I just loved talking to you about the books without the pretense that I actually wrote it. I love the brutal honesty and the opinions of the people who participated in the chatroom. It inspires me. I definitely did not mean to lie to you.”

She can’t wrap her head around it, “You’re FP Jones. And you let me rave on and on about what I did and didn’t like about your books?”

He chuckles again, “I liked it. It was kinda hot to hear how passionate you are about it.”

Betty blushes. She’s on a call with not only her favorite author but also Jughead. The man she’s been learning about the last few months. She smiles to herself, “Also, hi. How are you?”

She can hear his smile, “It’s good to hear your voice. I was starting to think you were a myth.”

“Me? I was sure I was getting catfished after you sent me that picture of you.”

He chuckles and they proceed to talk for hours. And when he wishes her goodnight—but more like good morning—she feels herself finally give in.

She texts him when she wakes up on Saturday morning and they make plans to meet that day. She gets in her car, drives an hour and thirty minutes to New York City and parks her car at Central Park.

When she sees him, she doesn’t hesitate to walk up to him and grab his face, pulling him into the kiss she’s craved for months. Jughead’s strong hands wrap around her middle and he pulls her closer, as eager to be locked in this kiss as she is.

When she pulls back and looks into his eyes, she feels like she’s finally home for the first time.

[imreallyloveleee]

bughead drabble challenge round 4, day 1

missing scene

She finds him in their room that evening, propped up against the pillows, typing furiously. Betty climbs up onto the bed beside him and tucks her chin against his shoulder. She needs only a glance at the screen to know it’s the story he’s been working on.

“Making progress?”

“Mm.”

She watches words appear on the screen for a few moments more, then turns her head, brushing her nose against his cheek. “Can we talk?”

Jughead’s fingers pause over the keyboard. He takes a deep breath, then nods, shutting the laptop. “What’s up?”

Betty reaches over to take his hand, threading their fingers together. “Is Iowa it? This is where you want to go?”

He stares down at where their hands are joined. “I think so, yeah.” His eyes widen as he looks up at her. “It wasn’t my first choice. That was Yale, with you. It just –”

“I know.” She squeezes his hand. “It seems impossible now.”

It had seemed impossible from the very beginning, if she’s honest with herself – all the mysteries, lots of pizza, you and me, together. Mundane, even strange, perhaps, but to Betty it had sounded like a dream.

“It’s far,” he says, squeezing back.

“It’s only four years,” Betty says. “And we’ll have summers, and winter break…”

“Six,” he corrects her gently. “I’d want to do the workshop, if I can get in. It’s an MFA, so it’s another two years.”

Betty’s stomach hurts. She hadn’t really let herself think about that part. “Okay, so…I guess I’ll move to Iowa for a few years.”

She knows what he’s going to say – it’s a lot to ask, Betty, you don’t know what you’re going to want four years from now – so she stops him before he can get a word out, with a kiss.

She’d only meant it as a brief thing, an interruption, but he kisses her back with intent. His hands find her neck, her jawline. She shifts closer, slipping her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt.

I know I’ll want you, she thinks, as his hands move lower, guiding her onto her back.

  heat wave

“Hey, you.”

Jughead’s face fills the screen of her laptop, and for the first time all day she feels her body relax, her shoulders drop. Then, just as quickly, a flood of longing runs through her, settling into a lump in her throat. She misses him already.

“How’d it go?”

Betty makes a face – how do you think it went? – and he laughs. “That bad?”

She laughs, too, and adjusts the laptop to keep herself centered for the camera as she lies down on her (tiny, lumpy, standard-issue dorm room) bed. “It was fine,” she admits. “There were a bunch of student volunteers to help move my stuff in. My mom only made one of them cry.”

Betty had desperately wanted Jughead to come with them, too, but the timing hadn’t worked out – he had to hit the road for Iowa City with his dad in the morning to make it in time for his own freshman orientation.

“Apparently the entire state of Connecticut is in the middle of a record-breaking heatwave,” she informs him. “So that was great.”

Jughead leans a little closer to his screen. “Is that why you look kinda sweaty?” At Betty’s scowl, he grins. “Dewy. I meant dewy.”

Betty plays with the strap of her tank top. “My roommate’s not getting here until tomorrow. I thought we could do something private while I still have the room to myself, but now that I know you think I look sweaty…”

“Did I say dewy?” Even on video, she can see the way he’s struggling to tamp down a smile, the slight narrowing of his eyes as he takes her in. “You are glowing, Betty Cooper.”

She smiles, slipping the strap off of her shoulder.

[i-know-you-can]

Fatherhood / Raising a baby together

I’ve been terrible at writing any of the @bugheaddrabblechallenge​ prompts or completing my @riverdalebingo​ squares but I’ve had this idea for the longest time and I thought this could finally push me to write it and I decided to combine the two. Predictably, it got longer than expected.

Anyone who has ever met Jughead Jones for longer than ten minutes knows about his voracious appetite and endless love for food. It's no surprise then, that when his firstborn daughter finally gets old enough to try anything more than milk, Jughead’s excitement is through the roof.

Finding out what food makes her squeal in delight and what makes her scrunch up her adorable face in disgust is more thrilling than he could ever imagine. While he’s not particularly fond of anything overcooked and pureed (the real excitement of his daughter being able to eat proper food is still to come), it’s still fun to find out how their tastes match up.

“We have a really special one today, Elliebug,” Jughead says as he opens the tiny jar of baby food. Usually, Betty insists on homemade food for their daughter. It’s easy enough with the fancy baby food maker that Veronica had gifted them and probably healthier than anything they sell at the store. But when Jughead saw a jar that said vegetables, chicken and rice even Betty couldn’t object. The smiling baby on the cover was doing a good job of selling it.

“You ready to get a taste of something that resembles real food?” he asks and clearly sensing his excitement, Ellie waves her hands around with a grin. Well, real food might be an exaggeration since it’s no less mushy or gross smelling than the usual apple puree that they feed her. But chicken and rice can never taste bad, right?

Making sure her dinosaur print bib is in place, Jughead scoops up some of the strange-looking puree on a spoon and with a well-practiced train sound slides it in Ellie’s mouth.

His confidence about not letting any of the food spill down her chin is squashed a second later when she promptly spits it out, breaking out into a loud wail.

“Oh, no, don’t you like it, sweetie?” Jughead asks as if it couldn’t be more obvious, not ready to accept that what he hoped to be his daughter’s new favorite food was not received well at all. “Look, daddy will try some of it as well,” he says, trying to put as much of the puree as possible on the tiny plastic spoon and bringing it to his mouth with an encouraging smile while Ellie watches him with teary eyes, unable to warn her father of the mistake he’s about to make.

The moment the food hits his tongue his face twists up in the same way Ellie’s did and he only takes a second to contemplate whether he’s too old to spit it out like she did before he rushes over to the sink. “Oh, fuck!” he curses, running his tongue under the tap in an attempt to wash off the horrible taste. “How could this happen?”

“What’s going on?” Betty storms out of the office a moment later with a distraught look on her face, finding her husband cradling their baby daughter in his arms and muttering apologies against her forehead

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy shouldn’t have let you eat it without trying it first,” he whispers, ridden with guilt that he caused one of his daughter’s first experiences with food to be something so horrible. When he hears Betty’s voice, he looks up with wide eyes, knowing he can’t hide his horrible actions from her.

“Oh, Betts, that baby food we bought was a mistake. I can’t believe I fed our little bug something so disgusting. I’m a terrible father.”

“Juggie.” Betty smiles at him fondly, well accustomed to his flair for dramatics. Especially when it comes to food. Or their daughter. “Babies are way more sensitive to tastes and you find everything with mostly vegetables offensive. I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

He has no chance to warn her before she grabs the jar and takes a spoonful of the baby food into her mouth without any hesitation. Her lips twist in a grimace, but she forces the food down her throat before an unconvincing smile spreads on her lips.

“It’s… edible,” Betty says and Jughead can barely hold in his laugh.

“It’s disgusting. Admit it.”

“Okay, yes, you’re right. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.” She sighs before taking the baby from his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry Elliebug. We will never do this to you again. I promise.”

“If we do, we’ll have to eat a whole jar of this as punishment,” Jughead says and Betty shakes her head with laugh.

“I’m not going to promise that.”

[go-ldy]

Bughead June Drabble Challenge - Day 2

Two Truths and a Lie

“In college, see, ice breaker games are gonna be big the first week or so,” explains Charles. He sips beer from a red plastic cup. “There’s this one game, Two Truths and a Lie – ”

“We’re familiar,” says Jughead. 

“It’s a common game,” confirms Betty.

Charles stares at them like he briefly forgets the point he is trying to make, but then he continues. “You two, you two are going to clean up at that game.”

“Right,” says Betty. “Serial killer father.”

“My classmates staged my murder to win a book contract,” Jughead says.

“Good one,” says Betty. “Which brings me to the time I was almost framed for my boyfriend’s murder.”

“I was made leader of a gang at age 16.”

“My sister joined an organ stealing cult and then almost blew me up.”

“No, no, stop,” says Charles. He looks hurt. “You share a brother. Who would ever believe that?”

Betty and Jughead look at each other. Jughead shrugs and then puts an arm around Betty’s waist.

“Somehow,” she says, “that’s just about the least weird things in our lives.”

Jughead presses a kiss to her temple. “More punch?”

“Love some.”

“It’s still a little weird!” Charles calls to their departing backs.

[soyforramen]

Under the Bed (College AU)

“Why are we under the bed?” Betty whispered.  

Veronica put a finger to her lips.  The dorm room door closed and she wiggled out from under the bunk bed.  

“Archie’s up to something and I have to know what to wear when he proposes.”

Before Betty could stand, Veronica pulled open a dresser drawer and let out a squeal of delight.   In her hands lay a silver circle topped by a sapphire, the ring Betty always dreamed of.  

“How cute!  It’s not Tiffany’s, but-”

They both jumped when Archie came into the room.  

“Why are you going through Jughead’s dresser?”

[bugheadsextape]

Suitor

[angst]

He seems fine. Well mannered. Well groomed. He smiles brightly and says all the things he’s supposed to.

After making polite conversation with her father and mother, he extends his arm to lead her out to the carriage.

She makes the mistake of looking back as he helps her in.

Jughead is standing there. By the barn. Where they’d spent the afternoon entwined.

She can still feel the ghost of his fingertips against her skin. His whispered words echo in her mind.

The look on his face as he watches her leave haunts her for the entirety of the evening.

[thetaoofbetty]

Day Five/Prompt One: Don’t Call Me That 

“Want a lift home, Betts?” 

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, turning away from him. 

“What? Betts?” Jughead smiled to himself before leaning over her shoulder. “You don’t want me to call you Betts?” 

“No.”

“Why not?” 

Betty sighed. “It’s not—it’s too—”

“Familiar?” he supplied, slipping a finger through one of the belt loops on her jeans. 

“Yes.” 

“Is it because we work together?” He pulled her back against him gently. “That we’re competing for the same promotion?” 

“Neither,” she said before tilting her head back. “Both. It’s inappropriate, don’t you think?” 

“Or,” Jughead continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “is it because you prefer it when I call you Elizabeth?” 

He felt her breath hitch. 

“Like you asked me to last night?” 

[alluringdreams]

Bughead & Friends Drabble Challenge, Day 1 | Prompt #1: Mind Reader

“Get out of my head, Jughead!”

“I’m not in your head!”

“Well then, stop thinking so loud!”

Jughead suddenly grabbed Betty by the arm and dragged her into the Blue and Gold, shoving her inside and locking the door behind them.

You ASSHOLE! she thought with a scowl.

“I heard that!” Jughead snapped.

Betty placed her hands on her hips, staring at him through narrowed eyes. “And you say you’re not in my head.”

“It’s not intentional!” Jughead groaned and pulled at his beanie, dragging it down over his face until it came off completely. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus with your thoughts in my head?!” He threw his beanie on the floor. “Impossible! I can’t do a damn thing because you have no off switch!”

“Me?” Betty turned on him furiously, now. “What about you? Half the time you’re thinking about food and the other half you’re pissed off—at me!”

He rolled his eyes, and she heard him think, She clearly sucks at interpreting emotions, because she still doesn’t get it.

“What the hell?” She threw her hands up in frustration, marching right up into his personal space. “What aren’t I getting? Why won’t you just tell me?”

“You wanna know?” he said heatedly. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” Betty exclaimed, and that’s when he took a few calculated steps forward, mere inches separating them now.  She swallowed, suddenly nervous by the lack of distance between them, and looked up to lock eyes with his.

I’m not mad at you, she heard him think.

I’m mad because I’m thinking about you—all the fucking time. 

I’m mad because I want you, but most of all—I’m mad because I can’t have you. 

[books-and-milkshakes]

Bughead and Friends Drabble Challenge

Can’t Handle it

I will be completely honest. I just wrote this drabble and then remembered that the drabble challenge was still going, so the title/prompt is a bit of a stretch. Also be warned. This might be the cheesiest thing I have ever written.

“It hurts.”

Betty turns to her boyfriend who is sitting at the kitchen table with an ice pack to his cheek. He just got his wisdom teeth removed and was still a little loopy from the anesthesia. 

“It will only hurt for a little longer. The painkillers should kick in soon.”

Jughead groans. “What did I ever do to my teeth for them to hate me so much?” he slurs his way through the words. Count on Jughead to talk even when it’s painful.

“Probably all the candy you ate.”

He lights up. “Is there candy?”

Betty shakes her head and laughs. “Let’s get you to bed. You will feel better after a little sleep.”

She grabs his arm and leads him to the bedroom. Jughead mumbles about the mistakes in the human body and how wisdom teeth are all a government conspiracy. Betty pretends to listen while she takes of his shoes, pants and beanie. She tucks him into their bed and combs her fingers soothingly through his hair.

“Are you comfortable?”

Instead of answering, he holds out his hand expectantly and Betty takes it. “You’re my favourite person,” he confesses seriously. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He looks annoyed for a moment or maybe it’s confused before he shakes his head. “You don’t understand. I love you so much. There is so much feeling. I don’t think I can handle it,” he says softly. He tucks on her hand and she falls next to him. He wraps his one arm around her.

“Jug, you are hurt. You should rest.”

He shakes his head again. “I don’t hurt when I’m with you.”

Betty giggles. “That’s not true.”

“It is. I used to hurt all the time and then you came into my life. You are my personal painkiller. You can never leave me.”

Betty’s heart squeezes. “Of course, I won’t ever leave you.”

“It’s what people do.” His voice is tiny and his eyes are teary. She doesn’t know if it is from the pain or the emotions or both, but her own eyes sting in response.

He pushes his brow gently against hers. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“We promised we would take care of each other.”

Jughead nods. “Always,” he says quietly. “I will always take care of you. You are my best friend.” He is quiet for a moment before his face lights up. “We should get married,” he says it like it is the best idea ever. “Do you want to marry me?”

Betty smiles. “I do.”

“Then let’s get married. Right now.” He tries to sit up, but groans at the pain it causes him.

“We can get married later. After you sleep,” Betty laughs while she helps Jughead find a comfortable position for his head.

He seems content with that answer and closes his eyes. Betty thinks he has fallen asleep. She tries to get up to get another ice pack, but his arm tightens around her. 

“Stay,” he says softly. 

She does. She slides her hand up his chest where her engagement ring sparkles in the sunlight.

“I’ll stay,” she whispers.

[like-romeoandjuliet-love]

Bughead Drabble Challenge June Edition

Day 4: The Blue and Gold Couch

“Did the blue and gold have a couch?” Kevin questions, glass of wine in hand as they’re having dinner.

Jughead’s lips morph into a smirk, as he glances at his wife. “I’m pretty sure it did.” He says. “Though we had to get rid of it.”

Kevin’s brows furrow. “Do tell why.”

Betty laughs. “It, um...broke?” Jughead snorts, as Kevin gradually catches on to what happened to the Blue and Gold couch. He gasps, slapping his hand on the table.

“You heathens!” He gapes.

“The good thing was no one even noticed it was gone.” Jughead says with a grin.

Veronica snorts. “No one wanted to be in there.”

•

“Shit, Betts.” Jughead moans into her chest as she bounces on top of him. She’s gripping onto his hair and she feels so good on him, he thinks his brain will never fully comprehend what he did to deserve her. A fucking goddess.

“Jug,” He knows the look on her face, knows it means she’s close so he reaches between them to rub her clit and bites her lips, so she covers her mouth, eyes rolling into the back of her head as reaches her climax. A moment later, he spills inside her, as quietly as he can.

Both heaving, she laughs, as she gets off him. He looks at her as she gets dressed, thank god she had fixed the lock on the door because these midday romps were getting a lot more frequent.

As he gets off the couch, he finally notices. “Um, Betts?”

“What?” He looks back at the couch and she follows his eye line. “Oh no. Did we break it?”

•

“So, yeah, we got rid of it. It was in rough shape.” Betty tells them, Jughead can’t help but hold a smug look on his face.

“To think you two have children now.” Kevin shakes his head.

[mrscolesprouse]

Bughead and Friends Drabble Challenge: May Edition @bugheaddrabblechallenge

Day 7/Prompt 3: Can’t Handle It

(Optional) Genre: Workplace Drama

and let’s finish this off with some lovely smut! this challenge has been super super fun! it really tested my writing abilities and made me expand myself into different genres! can’t wait to play again!

*all the drabbles should be posted on Ao3 within the next few days :)*

! EXPLICIT !

Jughead wraps his hands around her thighs as they come around his waist. He pushes her further into the wall of the supply closet and she arches her back in delight as he sucks a string of light hickeys into her neck, not harsh enough to leave a deep purple bruise like he so desperately craves, but hard enough that it will hurt for a couple of hours.

Good. He wants her to feel him against her skin as she sits at her desk. As she walks into a meeting with her consultants. As she types an article on her laptop.

He wants that visual reminder that she’s his, just as he’s hers. He wants people to know she’s taken, even if they can’t know it’s by him.

He quickly unbuckles the button of her skirt and drops her legs onto the ground so that he can push her skirt down hastily, dragging her panties with it. She runs her fingers through his hair as he gets onto his knees and makes no stop before devouring her center. He looks up at her, her head thrown back, her lip between her teeth trying so desperately to keep her moans down.

It’s making him so hard.

But they don’t have time. Their break ends in ten minutes. He wants to use every single millisecond to drive her insane.

He can’t handle seeing her all done up in her work clothes. No. Not when he saw her clad in his shirt this morning, riding him into oblivion before kissing him goodbye to go and get changed back at her apartment for work.

Every time he looks at her—her blonde locks pushed back to show not a single flaw on her perfect face, her white blouse that may as well be labeled see-through, her tight grey knee-length sensible skirt that drives him up the wall in lust—he wants to kiss her, fuck her, love her. He wants everyone to know that he’s the lucky sonofabitch she takes home every day.

But they work together. He’s technically her boss.

He doesn’t want anyone to think she has special privileges because she’s riding his dick. She’s a special, incredible, talented individual all on her own, who doesn’t need anybody, let alone a man, to help her on her feet. She doesn’t want people to think that she’s sleeping with him to keep her job. He doesn’t want that either.

So they keep it a secret.

And normally he can keep himself together. Normally he waits until they go back to his or her apartment to unravel her, tell her how much he appreciates her, but after her swift exit from his apartment this morning and her ass looking fabulous in that skirt, he couldn’t help himself.

So, he strokes himself under his slacks as he buries his face between her legs, pushing her higher and higher until she’s exploding on his face and he’s exploding on his hand, catching his cum so it doesn’t get all over him.

Betty bites her lip as he pulls his hand out of his pants, looking at the mess he’s made with a hungry look in her eye.

When she’s back at her desk, redressed and put back together, she looks over at him as he walks towards his office and she licks her lips, licking him off them.

He feels his pants tighten again.

He doesn’t know if he can handle this secret any longer.