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[bughead-in-the-comics]

From The Painter, Jughead #143 (1967).

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Thank you again @happy-radio for this beautiful Bughead commission 💙💛

[doctorcurdlejr]

What really was like a loss to culture was that they decided to not make jughead as much of the bitchy loser crazy gay best friend. necrophilia Reggie can you spell it? As quentin tarantino the god father of indie cinema once said. he was looking for the girl next door instead he found me. All of this season one. Studio execs were like fuck this might become a category 5 stiles stilinski moment you've gotta fix this. But everybody loved stiles? Do We Look. Like MTV to you? FUCK fine okay here's imagine dragons bughead straight sex scene um okay... Thank You... For That....

[shymeg]

Look, someone has been smoking for a while. His anxiety was also probably high due to some of the questions. He asked if he could smoke. In a lot of pictures photographers take, he has a cigarette. The interviewer probably did not want to stop the interview every time a question got hard, and he needed the nicotine. He's never denied he's been addicted to that.

I like that he says he tries to fix things, but that doesn't mean he's totally open. I can be like this. I can be attractive to people who I feel might need me and how can I help them. I do what I can and sometimes they want more than I can give. We end up hurting each other, I end up shutting down and feeling not good enough. It's a cycle and sometimes it's hard to break out of.

I do believe he loved her. I do think they hurt each other. I also like how he owned that.

I think some of you are mad because he said that the relationship was more sexual than it was communicative. Some of the fanfics I read on Bughead are like this. They fight; instead of talking about it they have sex. If it's terrible, they take a break, and depending on the circumstances, they might end up back together due to the toxic pull of the sex was good; they felt comfortable with each other, and it was easy that way.

He said if he loved himself more, making it known, maybe he has MH issues, that the fixer-upper/nurse isn't always the best to have, and that perhaps he needed to focus on himself and didn't. That is nothing against her but him. He never blamed her for this, and he is saying he might have done more damage to that relationship because of it.

The pressure was by the crazed fans, a diluted parent, and probably the studio because they came out as a couple. Having to now been public so the network could use it, the paps trying to figure if they were on or off to every time he did a job, he was cheating with a co-worker. I'm assuming that's what he meant. I highly doubt he meant from her.

I liked the way he talked about his childhood. I didn't know that much about it.

I am glad he opened up, and honestly, he even took some credit for them emotionally cheating, which can be devastating as well, especially when you have anxiety and want to fix it, but if you are still closed off and not available, it can be tricky. He never said she physically cheated. He even clarified that.

He also didn't have a choice when this interview aired. He did it on Valentine's day, and his current gf gave him the okay to do it. So, if you want to get mad, you must blame the women who put it on Women's International day, which I had no idea about.

[kenetijamesupdates]

Cute photo of Riverdale Cast from Comic-Con 2019 helping promote Friends 25 Anniversary!

[satelliteinasupernova]

drew some character sketches from my bughead fic, The Sleeping Prince

[lanadeljones]

Panic! At The Disco

She laughs as he walks away, noticing how his lazy saunter was incredibly sexy. He was quite the pleasant surprise, she thought to herself. She assumed tonight would be filled with hours of dancing, drinking just a tad too much and stumbling home with Veronica. But, as she’s quickly learning, the city always has a few tricks up its sleeve. Betty couldn’t stop herself from staring, the colorful lights from the club played across his face like a sinful kaleidoscope. Maybe coming out with Veronica tonight wasn’t that bad of an idea after all.

Hi!

This is my entry for @riverdale-events! Theme 5

or the 1970′s Studio 54 AU no one asked for!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19404733

[thenurseholliday]

FELLOW RIVERDALE FANS - THE LITERAL COOLEST THING IS HAPPENING TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS RIGHT NOW AND I’M HOPING YOU CAN HELP!

Hi there everyone! So a friend of mine, fellow Pacific Northwest-erner, and avid A03-er just got some incredible news. She is an incredibly talented artist, and in the last episode of Riverdale, some of her work was featured and worn by none other than the beautiful Josie McCoy! I’ve known KittiLee since I started in the Bughead fandom, she’d an avid reviewer and has been wonderful to get to know to and squeal over everything Riverdale/Bughead as well as to lament the weather in our portion of the USA.

She also was engaged by costume department to purchase a few pairs of these (in case something happened to them): 

She doesn’t have a tumblr, and isn’t certain when they will air, but she was hoping that everyone could possibly keep an eye out for Lili wearing her earrings on the show! 

First of all, I’m screaming I’m so excited for her. Please help support one of our awesome fellow Bughead shippers!  If you could while we go through the episodes for the rest of the season, please keep your eyes peeled for these earrings.  If you see them, you can either send me a note, or you can contact her directly either on her Instagram, or her website so that she can find a still of it:

https://www.ten2midnightstudios.com/

https://www.instagram.com/ten2midnightstudios/

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE.

[easyminds]

“I love you, Jughead.” 

I’ve been working on this for what feels like ages! A while back I read this amazing text post that @thylovelylionheart posted about their head canon for this situation and it is everything I need. [x]

[go-ldy]

Riverdale 5x03

Man, I found this episode hard. There were some poignant moments, but there were also a lot of moments that were frustrating as hell. My emotions are mixed. But mainly sad. Hold me.

It really says a lot about this show that despite setting aside a whole episode dedicated mostly to character building and relationships rather than plot, it still felt like the show bit off more than it could chew. So much felt rushed including Bughead’s breakup.

anyway, the positives first:

Varchie were beautiful in this episode, and I am so happy for my Varchie mutuals for the care put into developing them and giving them this kind of send off (esp. considering the mess of 4x17 and 4x18). I loved how Archie’s flashback of his life over the last three years was just 90% about Veronica and how much she means to him. It especially contrasts to the BA “flashbacks” from 4x17 l o l. 

Archie spontaneously deciding to join the army and shipping out on an actual bus 24 hours later was so Archie and so Riverdale.  “Archie, there’s a war going on!” made me laugh out loud, IDK. 

Veronica, Betty, and Jughead chasing Archie down in the jalopy to say goodbye was a sheer delight.

Betty Cooper: FBI trainee, default law enforcement officer, yearbook editor, serial killer genes, daughter of the black hood, sister of notorious killer Charles Smith - ALSO class Valedictorian! (Can u still be class Valedictorian if you were once suspended for cheating on a Quiz Show? Riverdale High says ‘yes.’) Good for u, B. Coop.

yessssss at Hiram Lodge being forced to put Sheriff Keller back into a job to arrest those kids hiding out at Archie’s boxing studio (and Archie didn’t notice that these youth were squatting there for months ?????? lmao). I KNEW RIVERDALE DID NOT HAVE A SHERIFF THESE LAST FEW EPISODES. Truly the lawless hellhole we have come to know and love.

Jughead staying in the Andrews’ home while it was put on the market to be sold was hilarious to me. I know it was supposed to be sad - and it was - but ALSO, can you imagine perspective buyers coming into the house only to find that there is a homeless person camping out in there without furniture or electricity or heat? “Why is there a rolled up sleeping bag in the corner?” “Is that a typewriter on the floor?” “Did I just step into an old can of soup?” JUGHEAD, MAN. They probably had to turn off the electricity and heat to save money because he was single-handedly keeping the house from selling.

It was very sad that Jughead was the only one who showed up at Pop’s a year later (and then sees a blonde girl come in and immediately his eyes light up because Betty before the disappointment o m g, murder me), but also a surprisingly relatable moment? I barely remember my own high school graduation, but I do remember that my high school friends felt like everything to me at the time, and I have since fallen out of touch with, uh, all of them. Life happens.

The stuff that was meh:

In theory, I am not opposed to the idea that Jellybean became the auteur/voyeur because she felt neglected and wanted attention, but it still feels like Jellybean is only about 25% of a character. Like, we heard a lot of other people (mostly FP and Jughead) tell us about JB’s motivations, but did JB have a single speaking line in this episode where she actually got to express to anyone what she was thinking and feeling? ugh. 

I don’t care about Falice, but ????? @ FP’s solution to fix JB. So... taking her back... to her drug dealing mother who did not even show up for her own son’s funeral.... is better than a child therapist? Fine. 

Nobody seemed to have any lingering reactions or trauma to Charles being a serial killer?? Like what. Is he even in jail? Or did Betty just let him go? This is actually quite inconvenient for me from a fic-writing perspective. Nobody is a better deux ex machina when Betty or Jughead need something in fic - just call their brother Charles who works for the FBI! I guess that’s done now.

I did feel for Alice, and Alice is not a character I usually feel for because she is the worst. But her husband and eldest son ended up being serial killers, Polly is in an insane asylum, the twins have disappeared from planet earth, and now FP is leaving her. Damn. That is a lot.

So did Choni breakup? It literally happened so fast with so little emotional fallout. Whatever, I don’t care about Choni.

The Beronica and Jarchie scenes were so rushed and forced. I just don’t get this storyline, y’all. What was the point of doing what they did with Betty and Archie in 4x17 and 4x18? Was it simply to break up our two main couples? Veronica and Jughead should have each had the time and space to be angry with their BFFs over what happened (because as crazy as this town is, it is still a massive betrayal) but instead they were both like: “NAH IT’S COOL SHIT HAPPENS LET’S HUG IT OUT.” It didn’t feel earned. I feel like RAS & Co. wanted the immediate drama of the ~kiss but also wanted to have this touching, Core 4 friendship moment before scattering them. What was the point. (I KNOW, I KNOW, ‘IT’S RIVERDALE’ but these characters matter to me ok and I want to understand where they are coming from.)

Bughead

This episode was... very hard. There were some cute moments, but the breakup felt so rushed and... empty? For the most part, we still have no idea where Betty’s head has been since 4x18. Presumably, she has been wracked by guilt, but terrified of telling Jughead the truth in case she ended up losing him (which, it turned out, was exactly what happened).

The scene in their bedroom where she tells him and they kiss desperately was a beautiful scene and the acting from both was oof. But I feel cheated that we did not actually get to see them talk about “us” as Jughead suggested. So did that conversation happen or not? And then to be told in a voiceover and montage that they grew apart in the space of about 45 seconds.... it was all very empty, and painful. I just.... :( :( :( 

I guess we are supposed to assume that Betty and Archie’s kiss created this chasm between them that they were unable to talk about or address head on. But it was so rushed, very “tell not show.”

anyway, this stupid show has made me sad. I AM SAD. My heart is :( @ the unspoken hurt between them that they won’t talk about for seven years. And this show is never going to address the hurt between them in a realistic or satisfying way because it is Riverdale. Usually I would immediately reach to fic to get out my feelings, but in this case, I feel more like hiding in my zombie AU then dealing with how sad this all is lol. Is that insane? That’s what Riverdale does to us. I take heart in the fact that I am not alone in my madness.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Jughead delivers the catchphrase popularized by Betty’s favorite “Buddies” character in I Won’t Be There For You!, Archie Milestones #14 - The Best of the 1990s (2022).

Thanks again to @daphnesvieira for the tip!

[blueandgoldoffice]

I've been looking for a story that I feel like might have been unfinished. I'd love to see if it was ever updated. It was from Jughead's POV, and very It's a Wonderful Life. He was an extreme loner who'd given up writing after having his laptop smashed. He has a quiet life. He's trying to cook something in the toaster oven, and it explodes. He wakes up to a beautiful blonde making breakfast in their lovely home, and there's photo of her on the wall...I've always wondered what happened!

Hello my beautiful friend. I have your lost fic right here. It is only the one chapter - but perhaps being lost and found will encourage the author to continue. We can only hope because it’s a great beginning! Enjoy!! 💙 Jandy

Start Over by @csmith728 (1/?)

Summary: Jughead Jones lived a quiet, solitary life in his small studio apartment in the city. He worked an office job, he came home, ate some form of take out while watching TV, and fell into a restless sleep only to wake up and do it all over again. Everyday. Wash Rinse Repeat. He did not go out on weekends. That was exactly how he liked it. What happens when one morning he wakes up with his world turned upside down and a half naked beautiful girl is cooking him breakfast NOT in his apartment, wearing nothing but one of his flannels and no recollection on how he got there? A Bughead AU...think It's A Wonderful Life but in reverse and without the Guardian Angel, just an unfortunate brownie heating incident ;)

[bonkalore]

love your Kai Jug is there a place where i can read the story from the top? or is it not bits an pieces? 🤍

Actually, it’s something I’ve been planning to pitch as an animated series now, so I’ve been on the down low with most of the story and production now aside from some bits and pieces (mostly the out of context Bughead stuff)! But you could see some other stuff I don’t post in my livestreams tho.

I’d like to eventually take it to Archie Comics once I get the story worked out more and then get the pitch together and then see what studio we take it to. I think it would be best as a Netflix series personally. I think 3 seasons would be about enough for the story I want to tell and have been working around that.

[aresaphrodites]

run to you

just a little bughead fic i felt like writing today. it’s an au where they’re sixteen and best friends. betty has frequent nightmares and jughead is always there to help her out. betty is pining. so is jughead. but she doesn’t know that. (( i’m on mobile so i don’t know how to insert a ‘read more’. i’m sorry and i’ll fix this as soon as i’m on my laptop. ))

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She doesn’t know when the nightmares started. Maybe she had always had them, or maybe they had only started recently; when things had started to get a little worse.

She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s sixteen years old and she shouldn’t want to cry everytime she hears her parents yelling from downstairs, but she does. The yelling is louder now; meaner. Words that she’s never even thought of are thrown around like grenades, detonating and ruining all the beautiful things that used to lay in their wake.

And suddenly it’s quiet.

She listens to the sound of two separate doors slamming shut and she finally opens her eyes again. She blinks and looks at the clock on her bedside table. It’s already midnight, but she knows now that she won’t be able to sleep. She doesn’t sleep well in general, but the nightmares she gets after an especially bad night of fighting are enough to make her want to stay awake all night.

She grabs her phone from where it’s charging on the table and opens up her most recent thread of messages.

Betty: Are you still up?

The response is instantaneous.

Jughead: Of course, my dear Betty. The night is young after all, and it’s ours for the taking.

Betty smiles at the words on the screen for many different reasons. Jughead is funny. He’s hilarious actually, and it doesn’t matter what kind of mood she’s in, he’s always been able to make her smile. He’s her best friend and she loves him. Which is a sobering thought that causes her smile to drop a little bit.

Jughead: But why are you up?

Jughead: Are the nightmares bad again?

Her heart clenches. How is she supposed to not fall in love with him, when he’s always been there for her through her worst times? He’s the only one who knows about the nightmares and the only one who knows how to help her. She knows that they’re just friends, but a part of her will always wonder what else they could be. If things were different.

Betty: I haven’t actually fallen asleep yet.

Jughead: Betts…

Betty: I know, I know. It’s just… tonight was a bad one, Jug. I think this might be it.

And that’s another sobering thought all on its own. She knows that people can fall out of love as they grow older; it’s just life. She hadn’t thought that would be her parents, though. She thought they would stay together forever and that the three of them would be a happy family, but she’d been wrong. Not even the prim and perfect Coopers were exempt from the harsh realities of life.

Jughead: I’m coming over.

Betty’s eyes widen as she types back a fast reply.

Betty: You don’t have to do that, Jug! It’s really late and we have school tomorrow.

Jughead: I’m coming over.

Jughead: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Betty sighs, knowing she’s lost this fight, but her heart beats a little faster as she thinks about Jughead sneaking over right now. It’s not the first time he’s done it, and it probably won’t be the last, but it still makes butterflies dance in her stomach.

Betty: Park your dad’s truck down the road. I’m not sure if one of them left or when they’ll be back.

Jughead: Got it.

She spends the next ten minutes looking at herself in her vanity mirror, and laughs when she realizes what she’s doing here. She’s brushing out her hair and making sure her face looks okay and switching out of her oversized shirt from science camp into a pair of cute plaid pajamas. She’s being ridiculous. She doesn’t need to get nice for Jughead. He’s her best friend and besides, he isn’t interested in her like that. He looks at her like one of the guys, but maybe that’s her fault for beating him in arm wrestling one too many times.

The quiet knock at her window pulls her out of her thoughts and she jumps up in surprise before walking over to open it.

“Shhh,” she hisses when he hits his leg on the wall.

“I’m too tall for this shit now,” he grumbles before falling to the floor in a heap. Betty catches him by his arms and stops the fall from making any real noise, but she still glares at him all the same.

“You’re always so loud! One day my parents are going to come up here wondering what’s going on.”

“Yeah, right,” he laughs and Betty hits him as she tells him to shut up. “Remember that one time when Archie and I had to sneak in because we’d been drinking and his parents were still awake? We were so loud and yet your dad’s snoring somehow blocked all of it out.”

Betty laughs quietly at the memory, but she can’t help but to feel a little sad at the mention of her dad. Jughead notices this because he immediately pulls her in for a hug.

He smells like his Irish Spring soap and Betty realizes that his hair is kinda wet; he must have been in the shower before Betty had texted him. She takes a deep breath, letting him wrap himself around her as she falls into his chest.

He’s holding her tightly and swaying them back and forth gently. Her head is resting on his shoulder and she wishes, more than anything, that they could just stay like this forever.

“I’m sorry you have to witness all of this,” he says. “But you know I’m always here for you, right? All you have to do is text me and I’ll be here.”

“I feel bad that you had to drive here so late. I would have been okay.”

“Maybe so, but I wouldn’t have been. I’d never be okay with myself if I knew you were upset and I didn’t do anything to help you.” His lips are so close to her ear that it almost feels like they’re grazing her skin.

“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for,” she tells him, her face pressed into his neck.

Jughead pauses before saying, “That’s me. A friend for all seasons.”

Betty rolls her eyes before pulling away from him. He’s smiling down at her and, not for the first time, she thinks his smile might be the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“You look tired,” he tells her.

“Gee, thanks.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant. You’re beautiful, Betts, always. You just look like you need some sleep.”

She drops her eyes to the ground at the compliment. She can feel her heart slamming against her chest, and she hopes that he can’t tell that she’s about five seconds away from turning into a pile of goo because of him.

“Will you stay?”

He snorts and she looks up in surprise. “I didn’t wear my best pajamas for nothing.” He gestures down to the red plaid pants he’s wearing and the black cotton tee. “Oh, look! We match.”

She looks down at her own red plaid pajamas and smiles. “Great minds and all that, right?”

“Exactly.”

She yawns unexpectedly and Jughead immediately ushers her over to the bed.

“Okay, okay. You really do need to get some rest, Betty.”

“Yeah.” She’s even starting to feel a little tired now. It’s crazy how easily Jughead’s presence can soothe her. She wonders if that’s normal. “Promise you’ll stay?”

“I’m not changing my mind.” He hops on top of her bed right next to her, but stops on top of the covers like he always does. He settles a hand behind his head and looks down at her with a smile. “You have the most comfortable bed ever, Cooper. I wouldn’t leave if you tried to kick me out.”

She laughs as she settles comfortably into the sheets, wrapping them tightly around herself as she tilts her head up to look at him. She can faintly make out the features of his face from the moonlight that seeps in through her window.

“Thank you for coming, Jughead. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Don’t worry about it, Betts. Our sandbox love will never die.” She reaches out and pushes him playfully. “But really, you’re my best friend. I’m always going to be here for you, okay? No matter what.”

“I know,” she whispers, almost sadly. Her crush on him is all consuming and sometimes she thinks she likes him so much that it physically hurts her. She’s destined to be his best friend, though, because that’s the way the world works. It’s life.

She loves being his best friend anyway.

“Don’t worry,” he repeats. “One day when we’re older and I’m a bestselling author and you’re a badass journalist taking down all the bad guys, we’re going to get far away from here.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks, intrigued. “Where will we go?”

He looks up to her ceiling with a dopey smile on his face.

“Anywhere,” he tells her before looking back down at her. “But I’m going to take you far away from here and you’ll never have to be scared again.”

She can feel her eyes start to water.

“And we’ll live in a really shitty studio apartment somewhere,” he continues. “Well, when we’re first starting out at least, because that’s pretty much a rite of passage I hear. And then we’ll get a nice townhouse somewhere. I imagine that Archie and Veronica will follow us in this situation, because they’re leeches.” The two of them laugh at the mention of their best friends. “We’ll get you a big dog like you’ve always wanted and I’ll write my novels and you’ll bring justice to the unspoken voices of the world.”

“And we’ll be okay,” Betty finishes for him.

He smiles. “And we’ll be okay.”

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“That’s a nice thing to imagine,” she says, voice softening as sleep finally begins to take over.

“Just you wait, Betts. When we turn eighteen, we’re going to leave Riverdale and we’ll never look back.”

“Are we going to steal your dad’s truck and ride off to California?”

“Hmm, I was thinking Washington.”

“You’re very random.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Betty wiggles a little closer to him and closes her eyes.

“Jughead?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Of course.”

As she drifts off, she feels the featherlight touch of Jughead running his fingers through her hair. She lets the comforting touch lull her into a deep sleep, where she dreams of long open roads, clear blue skies, and a boy with dark hair and light eyes who loves her back.

[winonal]

Bughead fic rec 11

Low Lights by OldTsuki 

Red Arrow, Purple Flash by  @darknessaroundus

But Soft (or...Forsooth and Juliet) by @lovedinapastlife

i won't tell if you don't by @bugggghead

red ribbon winner by @heavy-lies-the-crown

We Can't Say Goodbye by @typing123

High by  @secretsofthesky

le sentiment d'appartenance by @justcourbeau

Outside/Inside by @darknessaroundus

Happy Holidays by @thesecretfandom

Revelry by @crashhale

Low Lights by OldTsuki   Betty, Archie, and Veronica signed with a recording studio shortly after graduation and it feels like they've been on tour ever since. Even though she's famous, Betty is still struggling to break away from her mother's controlling presence--and unfortunately, their manager agrees with most of what Alice has to say. Night after night, she's been taking notice of the mysterious bouncer that was hired as security for the band on their second tour. As Betty's life becomes more and more complicated, is it possible that he's the one person she can rely on?

We Can't Say Goodbye by makingitwork

But Soft (or...Forsooth and Juliet) by SunlitGarden  Jughead spouts Shakespeare to prevent TA Betty Cooper from saying his full name, but once she smiles at him, he's hungry for the role of her Romeo.

i won't tell if you don't by Bugggghead  Even though Betty and Jughead have known of each other for years, they’ve never really crossed paths. What happens when they run into each other while investigating the same thing, neither knowing the other is simply playing a part?ORBetty poses as a madame at Thistlehouse while investigating the resurgence of Jingle Jangle and Jughead poses as a John while hot on the same trail.

Red Arrow, Purple Flash by DarknessAroundUs  The first time Jughead meets Betty, he doesn't know it is Betty, he just knows that he is not only one hacking into the FBI database.The first time Cheryl meets Veronica they are both in full costume in an abandoned warehouse.A superhero AU.

red ribbon winner by heavyliesthecrown  On a night when everything goes wrong, meeting him is at the top of her list. If she had it her way, she’d have as little to do with him as possible. (Un)luckily for her, she rarely gets her way.Or – the magical, transformative power of a very ugly sweater.

High by secretsofthesky Betty didn't expect to run into her old high school crush Jughead Jones at the mysterious party Veronica dragged her to - and she definitely didn't expect to end the night straddling him. 

le sentiment d'appartenance by justcourbeau The porch light is on when the car pulls into the driveway, and Betty can’t wrench her bags from the trunk fast enough, much to the driver’s chagrin. With the comfortingly familiar jangle of her house keys in the lock, she lets herself in and inhales as she crosses the threshold with the thump-thump of her wheeled luggage.[or, Betty comes home after a long press tour for her book, and she's really missed home.]

Outside/Inside by DarknessAroundUs From the outside looking in, from the inside looking out. Five situations from the perspective of strangers, five situations from the perspective of Betty and Jughead.

Revelry by CrashHale  A smutty step-sibling Betty and Jughead AU.FP and Alice are tying the knock in a Las Vegas style wedding. It's the first time their children are meeting. They want them to get along, they want to be a big happy family. But once Jughead and Betty are left alone to get to know each other better, they get to know each other a little too well. The attraction is almost instant.-“You know, when I told my mum I wanted a brother, I didn’t mean a grown man,”“And I never even asked for a sister,”

[screamingintosilence]

A/N: I started this at 8am this morning all because I saw the Dior Homme ad with Robert Pattinson and Camille Rowe in the elevator and felt compelled to write this as a Bughead drabble. I have no regrets. Sorry I didn’t finish sooner, I actually had to do work so I don’t get fired, oops.

She had been unsuccessfully trying to ignore the hormones coursing through her body for weeks now. 

He was her boss, after all. Not only that, he was founder and CEO of the entirety of Triple S Enterprises, while she was merely his personal assistant.

It didn't help that he was deliciously gorgeous - mid-thirties, all dark, brooding looks, silky tresses that she wanted to sink her fingers into as she held his head between her thighs, a toned, lean body that she dreamed of licking whipped cream off of. 

Down girl, she chidded herself. It was far too early in the morning to be getting so worked up, especially when she had yet to even face her boss.

Betty made her way through the crowd of bustling workers in the main lobby that were vying to get into the main bank of elevators leading to the upper floors of the skyscraper. 

She thanked her lucky stars that if she had to do office work instead of her dream job of investigative journalism (thank you very much post-grad New York job market), at least she was able to land working directly for a bigwig that had the finances to lease a private elevator for his upper level staff and their assistants.

“Ms. Cooper,” a deep gravelly voice greeted her as she passed the guard station by said elevator. Gerald “Tall Boy” Petite tipped his uniform hat to her as he did every weekday morning.

“Hi Jerry!” She beamed back as he blushed. Betty was the only person besides his wife allowed to call him that because no one was immune to her Betty Cooper charm. Well, except him, she thought bitterly as her mind once again turned to the image of her boss’s devilishly handsome face.

“Boss man hasn't been in yet, ma'am,” Tall Boy - as he was referred to by nearly everyone else - informed her as she continued on toward the elevator.

“That's fine, thanks Jerry.”

She hummed to herself as the elevator doors opened, running through her mental list of things she needed to get done today and what was on the agenda for her boss as well.

While she would rather spend her days researching into leads on breaking cases, freelance writing to get her foot in door didn't pay the bills on her 1 bedroom apartment. She knew that she could downgrade to a studio, but after 4 years of college in said living arrangement, she had refused. Hence needing a full-time gig that paid well enough to cover her expenses.

Her mind drifted to her best friend Veronica's offer to let her move-in, but Betty was intent on making it on her own as a way to prove her parents wrong. Always so stubborn, it'll get you in trouble if you're not careful, her nose scrunched at the voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her mother.

However, she did take up Veronica's offer of helping her find a job in which they would accept her Journalism degree instead of the usually preferred Business Admin one. V’s father, Hiram Lodge, was a bigwig himself and had several business associates in high places, and it was thanks to him and his connections that she found herself in her current predicament of constant arousal over Forsythe Pendelton Jones the Third.

Who knew such a pretentious sounding name could very well fit a brooding bad boy type, who thankfully was in no way an asshole to his subordinates. It was only to his business rivals that he was truly ruthless. And if Betty was being honest with herself, his domineering tone he used during those business dealings had her panties soaked. His emanating power was her ultimate weakness and she wished she could just bang her head on her desk in utter embarrassment over how her insides turned to jelly.

“Hold the door!” An all too familiar commanding voice had her hand shooting out to block the doors closing right after she heard hold.

“G’morning, Mr. Jones!” was heard. 

A rushed “Tall Boy” the only response, before the tall frame of the man who haunted her dreams and played a starring role in her dirtiest fantasies crowded the doorway of the elevator, pulling up short at the sight of his PA.

“Ms. Cooper,” his voice like velvet caressed her as she felt her nipples go hard and her breasts grow heavier from it alone. “Perfect, you’re here.” His smile nearly had her falling to her knees at his feet.

Get it the fuck together, Cooper, she berated how easily he undid her without even knowing. Or caring, the voice in her head added snappishly.

She had been late getting up this morning, which hasn’t left her enough time for her normal daily AM self-care session with her favorite vibe that she had found extremely necessary since starting at Triple S. In the month of being his PA, she hadn't missed a day, but her she was, stuck on an elevator ride with the one man she wanted to get utterly lost in.

He leaned past her, hitting the button for their floor where his office was. It was all she could do to keep breathing normally, something she regretted at once when the intoxicating scent of his cologne washed over her senses and she felt a gush of wetness at the apex of her thighs. The doors slid shut and the box started to rise.

Fuck, not now, Cooper. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a terrible idea on her part as the lace of her underwear only made the friction more intense. She could feel her arousal painting the inside of her thighs.

You're such a horny mess, she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. As attuned as she was to her own body, she could practically smell herself and her face flushed at the realization. She only prayed that the scent of his cologne would mask the smell from the object of her arousal.

She tugged at the hem of her shorter than normal pencil skirt, her brain once again cursing itself for sleeping through her alarm. She realized too late how terrible of an idea it was. His eyes snapped to get at the movement, taking in her form and where her garter belt peaked out from under the skirt.

She watched in horror as his nostrils flared and he took a deep breath to compose himself. It was the wrong, or right, decision on his part as he caught the unmistakable whiff of her excitement. His eyes fell shut for the briefest moment before opening once more. 

To her shock, his normally green eyes were nearly overtaken with the black of his irises blown wide. “Ms. Cooper,” his voice was so deep she could feel the vibration of it to her core.

He stepped towards her, all but backing her into the corner. Her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved, drawing his eyes down to her cleavage that was nearly spilling out of the low cut shirt that she had thrown on in her haste to not be late. She watched as his tongue darted across his lips, a soft mewling sound dropping from her own unwittingly.

There was a soft growling sound in response as a soft “Sir” fell from her mouth. 

She could see the tether snap in his eyes as they flashed at her unbidden address, his right hand grasping the nape of her neck as his left wrapped around her waist, hauling her lithe form to his.

Their lips were millimeters apart, her eyes having fallen shut at the sensation racing through her veins. She could feel his lips hovering over hers, but moving no further. She pried her eyes open, confused by his hesitation, and then she saw it. 

The unspoken question his eyes of if this was ok, if she wanted this, if she wanted him. Her heart stuttered and her whispered “Yes” was all that was heard before his soft lips came crashing down in the most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced.

He knew how to kiss, soft pecks littered between passionate dances of his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of the spearmint gum he chewed and tobacco of the cigarettes she had been trying to get him to quit. It was an intoxicating flavor combination and she couldn’t get enough.

Her hands had tangled in his silky hair, she noted in the back of her mind how it felt so much better than she had ever imagined, as her knee rose and hitched itself over his hip. His hand that had been around her waist dropped to her ass, pulling her somehow even closer into his embrace. His hips rocked, grinding his stiff erection into her core, the sensation causing her brain to short circuit and her lips broke away from his as her head fell back against the cool metal of the elevator box.

Uncaring that his lips were no longer on hers, they attached themselves to her neck, kissing, biting, sucking until they reached the top swells of her breast. She was moaning at each kiss, feeling like she was about to become completely boneless in his arms as her hands, still gripping his hair, pulled him tight to her bosom, never wanting this feeling to end.

She was so lost in everything he was doing, she didn't even notice the elevator starting to slow. Thankfully he was aware enough of where they were that he pulled back slightly as he felt the box of metal reaching its destination. He pecked her lips twice more, tucked her hair that had fallen out of her bun back behind her ear, and lowered her still hooked leg back to the ground.

They both straightened their clothes and hair as he folded his suit jacket which he had yet to put on over his arm to hide the evidence of how much she excited him. He gave her a quick wink before guarding his features as the elevator pinged to signal their floor and the doors slid open to reveal a matronly Ms. Grundy at the executive receptionist’s desk.

He placed a hand at the small of her lower back which caused her to shiver with delight.

“Morning Geraldine,” he greeted the older lady warmly. “Looking beautiful as ever.”

“Good morning, Gigi!” Betty added brightly.

“Morning Mr. Jones, Betty,” the lady blushed at the young CEO’s greeting.

“Please hold all my calls and reschedule any visitors for me this morning, Ms. Cooper and I have a very important last minute meeting that is expected to last for a while. I'll let you know when it's done.” Betty’s eyes flashed to him in surprise. What meeting? Did he mean? Oh God. His face gave absolutely nothing away.

“Of course, Sir. Have a wonderful day!” Her face showed absolutely no sign of suspicion and the tightness in Betty’s chest receded by a fraction. 

His hand, still pressed to her lower back, pushed her forward, ushering her down the hall. They passed her desk and he guided her into his office. His sound proof office, she reminded herself. Closing the door and flipping the lock, as an extra precaution, he guided her until her back was pressed against the mahogany and his arms were caging her in.

A cage you very much don’t mind being in, her mind was racing at all the possibilities of this unexpected turn her morning took.

“Now, Ms. Cooper, where were we?” His hooded gaze weighed down on her and she bit her lip at how his voice washed over her.

Her hands grasped his tie to pull him closer and she looked up at him through her lashes. “Mr. Jones.”