#Bughead drabble

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Too early for Christmas? The Betty Cooper Cookies Paradox

Veronica’s annual Pembrooke Christmas Decoration Reveal has always been a source of great frustration for one Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third. Never have his principles been tested in such a savage way. After all, how can one mock the hostess’s extremely premature foray into the Christmas season (seriously though, who in their right mind starts decorating on the 2nd of November?!) when the buffet consists of Betty Cooper’s Very Best Selection of Christmas-themed Cookies?

There is a very small part in Jughead’s already sugar-addled brain that finds Betty’s amusement at his predicament suspicious but the shortbread Santas are melting in his mouth in the most delicious way demanding his full attention. He can get to the bottom of this later. To eat intelligently is an art form after all, and he is nothing if not an intelligent eater. Jughead makes sure to wiggle his eyebrows at Betty next time he licks his lips.

[jugheadsenigma]

This drabble has been sitting in my drafts forEVER. I do want to continue, but i have a bad habit of losing focus. My writing can be ramble-y and i'm hard on myself. Critiques from great writers super appreciated.

“Betty?” Jughead dropped his bag from his shoulder, a heavy thud of the books inside hitting the floor. “What are you doing here?”

Betty cooper was like an ethereal vision, the way the light of night from the window surrounded her like an aura. He had to clench his eyes closed for a moment to make sure this wasn’t another hallucination, that he wasn’t about to be saved again by his shroom induced fantasy of his first love.

She was still there, silent. Her short blonde hair was framed messily around her face, doe eyes wide in shock.

He can only assume she didn’t expect him to come home so early. He was exactly three hours ahead of when he’d usually get off. Tabitha had agreed to cover his shift so he could dedicate some time to writing. His own face was twisted in concern.

Betty wasn’t invited here. She broke in.

He watched as her fingers fumbled with the fabric of her beige trench coat, left foot sliding back, and it was only in this moment that the light from the window allowed him to see the pale cranberry coloured stains around her lips.

“Betts…” He could almost sense her fear as he tried to step closer. The way her shoulders tensed, her weight leaning back on her foot as if ready to run.

“Hey,” Stopping in his tracks, he held up his hands, keys dangling loosely between his fingers. “-Hey, it’s okay. What’s going on?” He let them fall to the hardwood floor, watching her eyes flicker down for just a moment, and took the opportunity to close his step.

“Jug. Don’t.” She cut her silence with a tense tone, eyes locked back on his. She didn’t look afraid anymore, brows furrowed as she shook her head, but he could hear it in her voice. He rose his hands higher as he watched her take another step closer towards the window behind her, her hand finally finding its way inside her pocket. Was it awful that he wasn’t even upset she was here? That he didn’t want her to go?

Her head dipped pointedly “Don’t make me explain. Just let me leave.” She pleaded quietly.

Was that lipstick she had wiped off her face? It’s been so long since he’s seen her in red. “If you’re trying to take something, take it.” He stood still, the corners of his mouth raising slightly in attempt to show her peace. “I trust you, Betty.”

Betty’s lips closed tightly, but she didn’t make a move. Jughead knew she was reading through all the possible scenarios in her mind, and -god- he hoped she landed on one that kept her there. “Then turn around.” She spoke, gaze dropping to his feet. When he hesitated, she met his eyes again. “Now, Jug.”

[centravolonial]

astro's astronomical drabbles (2/?)

-. love bruise .- a bughead drabble

--- Jughead's eyes flutter open as his face twists up and he raises a hand to his face, rubbing his palm across his eyes. “Mmh..” Jug slowly raises himself up to a sit, looking around the room around him, soon realizing Betty is standing in front of the mirror in an oversized shirt and underwear, pulling her hand back to get a clearer look at her neck. “Jug?” She turned around to look at him, and she carried a slightly worried expression. “Hm.” He blinks, groggily responding to her. “Look!” She then hurries over to the side of the bed, showing him the deep purple hickey on her neck. “Oh. Did I do that?” Jug crooks a brow, holding back a mocking smirk as he hovers a hand over the ivory-skinned girl's neck, that has been love bruised. ---

[wendydarlingfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Falling In Love, Drabble, No Dialogue, Internal Monologue Summary: Betty has some thoughts as she sleeps next to Jughead.

[lazydaizies]

Well, I didn’t cry that Riverdale ended but I’m not going to lie, I just teared up at your ‘closed’ sign. I have followed you since Pieces of my Heart, I’ve read every fic at least 10 times, I’m always on your blog in case you post something. Riverdale is over now and I think that just means the Bughead fandom is now free to create in any way they want and make our own worlds and canon events. Well, we sort of do that already but you understand. We’re free from the bullshit that was Riverdale and we can bask in the beauty of the freedom we now have. Please don’t go. Even if you stop by and drop a tiny one shot or Drabble once in a while. Please don’t let your Bughead magic die. I BEGGING you. You’ve saved my sanity the last seven years and I don’t know what I’ll do without you 😢.

Oh 😢 don’t do this to me… I will leave you with this… one never knows if a gift will present itself ❤️

[tevantarlos]

Bughead Week 2023

If you participate in this event, tag: ‘Bughead Week 2023’. March 2nd - March 8th, 2023.

For this event: USE THE PROMPTS BELOW. DON’T JUST POST RANDOM WORKS. Note: The fics can be drabbles or one-shots. (Event start date is based on the air date of their first kiss.) Write 1 fic a day based on the prompts.

Prompts: 1. Moving In Together. 2. Getting Engaged. 3. Getting Married. 4. Betty’s Pregnant. 5. Birth of son. 6. Celebrate 5 year wedding anniversary. 7. First pet.

Round up of my fics for Bughead Week 2023: 1. Build A Home 2. At the End of the Day 3. Something Like You 4. Unexpected 5. Best Day of My Life 6. You Make My Soul Sing 7. Something Nice

[thatiranianphantom]

if the world should end, a drabble

He sits back in the chair, and feels like he should be shocked. 

Isn’t that what he should be feeling?

When one’s girlfriend breaks up with them out of the blue, isn’t it shock that a person should be feeling? 

But strangely, for whatever reason, he doesn’t. In full honesty, there aren’t many feelings he’s currently experiencing. Even the surprise is muted.

“You’re breaking up with me?” he says, and Tabitha gives a sad nod. 

“Why?” 

Perhaps it’s a stupid question. He has not been what one would call the best boyfriend to her though their relationship. Absent sometimes, ignorant others, but it wasn’t easy for him either. It had been a relief, somewhat of an exhalation to have someone who didn’t make his stomach twist in knots. Who didn’t make him feel so much that he thought he may explode. Who didn’t fill him all up with feelings so hard to describe when he thought of her. 

It had been easy. Painless. And love before…was anything but. 

Tabitha sighs, lowers herself into a chair beside him, places a gentle hand over his. 

“Because…because I saw every future.”

His brow furrows, his eyes swivel toward her. 

“And in some of them….we weren’t together?”

Her eyes drop and he thinks he sees the glint of tears. Tabitha swallows hard and he looks at her, maybe he looks at her harder than he has in months. 

“In…most of them we weren’t together?”

“None,” she sighs on an exhalation. “In none of them, Jughead, not one. But that’s not even the important part.” 

Maybe that should have been a shock, but is there anything left in him capable of being shocked anymore? 

Sometimes he wonders if there is anything left in him, period. 

But that question has a quick answer, because Tabitha squeezes his hand, her eyes full of tears and pity. 

“Betty.” 

The name jump starts something inside him, something he’d thought long dead. 

“Betty?” And he hates the way his voice shakes, especially when he can see her notice it. 

“Betty. She’s who you need Jughead. She’s who you have, in every version of the future. In every one, when the world needs to be saved, or even when it doesn’t, it’s you and Betty.”

He can feel his heart pounding, and it feels like something inside waking up after so many years. It feels like being alive again. 

Tabitha gives his hand another squeeze, and another sad smile.

“You and her, in every future. I didn’t believe in soulmates before, but you two….sometimes you stay here, solve all the town’s mysteries, die heroes. Sometimes you escape, and you’re living in this ratty little apartment but you look so happy. Sometimes one of you dies early, and the other follows them, because you’d follow each other anywhere. Sometimes I can see you two, middle aged and surrounded by kids. But either way, Jughead…every version of you loves her. In every future, the world needs the two of you.”

She shrugs, every muscle slumped in resignation. “How could I compete with that? How could I hold you back from that?”

(i blame @thetaoofbetty for putting this idea in my head)

[heytherejulietx]

tipping point - bughead

↳ requested by @crazymisscarly for my writing for riverdale again prompts. i don’t know how this got so sad i’m so sorry lmfao i got carried away i hope you enjoy it all the same!

↳ a / n - sooo this is my first time writing for riverdale again since like october? i honestly thought i was done writing for this fandom, but the earlier seasons still have a chokehold on me lol. i had so much fun writing for bughead again so please feel free to send in more prompts!! i hope i’ve still got the hang of the ship :)

↳ content warnings - brief mention of s/h, violence mention, implied anxiety

↳ 1.2k word count

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The car was silent. It had been for the past twenty minutes, and Betty was under the assumption that it would stay like that until they got back to town.

The gentle drag of Jughead’s fingers against her thigh was pretty much the only thing that was keeping her grounded at that point in time, from letting her mind wander too far into the dark like it did sometimes. Her hands were curled into fists at her waist where her arms had wrapped around herself, making her smaller against the seat. Her fingernails dug into the soft cotton of her jumper instead of her palm. The half-moon scars hadn’t been reopened in months, and she wanted to keep it that way. Even if it was hard in times like that.

If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough, the sound of the shattering glass at Veronica’s cabin could be heard again. Or the many voices that were shouting in the living room, demanding the four friends to kneel. An involuntary shudder ran through the blonde at the memory; the way the wooden flooring pressed against her knees uncomfortably as she knelt down, her hand holding such a tight grip on Jughead’s that it trembled.

Maybe it wasn’t the threats that had scared her so much. Looking at those faces, covered by black hockey masks to obscure most of their features, it just reminded Betty of the Black Hood, the serial killer who had called and traumatised her for weeks on end. And even though the sociopath was dead, it still scared her. If her phone rang unexpectedly sometimes it made her flinch, and her heart beat against her chest painfully as she answered, even though she knew it couldn’t possibly be the Black Hood. She had to change her ringtone after a week when she kept getting scared by the ironically cheery tune. Or if it wasn’t that scaring her, then the thought of what those men could have done to them brought her mind back to the night that she’d helped her mother dispose of the body in her house, the night that still left her feeling nauseous when she thought about it.

The car hit a pothole in the road, and the sudden jolt that roughly brought Betty out of her thoughts caused her to flinch, her hand gripping Jughead’s wrist with immediate fear. Her eyes had blurred over with unshed tears so she couldn’t see as her boyfriend moved beside her, but she felt the hand as it left her leg, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders instead.

“Betty,” His voice was low against her temple, as he probably didn’t want to disturb Veronica and Archie with the hushed conversation. “Take a deep breath.”

It was only then that she realised how much she had been trembling, and her lips parted to suck in a deep breath as her hand gripped onto his jumper, making a fist in that material instead. Her seatbelt was making it harder to completely tuck herself into him, so she pulled the top of it to slacken the belt which allowed her to shuffle closer to him as the tears finally started falling.

“We’ll be back soon,” He was whispering into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, and his free hand moved to replace the other on her thigh, gently dragging his fingers against the skin once more. “We can go and stay at mine or at yours, wherever you want. I won’t leave you alone.”

The thought of staying under the same roof as Chic after that night made her stomach lurch, so she had started shaking her head as soon as he mentioned her house. “I can’t go back to mine.” She whispered tearfully, and she felt him nod against her head.

“You don’t have to, you can stay at mine.” Jughead held her a little tighter, and Betty sniffled as she pushed herself closer into his embrace.

She didn’t say anything else for a while. His fingers continued to gently trace along her thigh, and she allowed herself to focus on that touch again, the warmth of his hand against her trembling leg. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on his touch, so that she didn’t think about the cabin, or the Black Hood, or the body. The sound of the Black Hood’s voice in her ear over the phone. The blood that stained her hands and clothes as she knelt on her kitchen floor. The smell of the bleach as she scrubbed the-

“Hey guys,” It was Veronica’s voice that broke her train of thought, and Betty blinked through her tears to look up at her equally tired best friend. “We’re here.”

Betty had to force her fingers to unwrap from around Jughead’s jumper so they could get out of the car. His hand remained a gentle touch against her arm as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, and once he had followed her outside his palm moved to her lower back to keep her steady. She was still trembling somewhat, and when she took a glance over towards Veronica and Archie they were stood just about the same way on the other side of the car to them.

The bright neon lights from the Pop’s sign blurred her vision even further, and Betty had to blink another few times before she could see clearly. The pink light reflected off of the recently-polished car in front of them, like how the candlelight in the cabin had reflected off of the axe-

Jughead pulled her into her arms, and it was only then that Betty truly realised how much harder it was getting to suck in a breath through her suddenly thick throat. He was mumbling something that she couldn’t quite hear as his hand cupped the back of her head, and she gripped onto the soft material of his jumper again as she forced a breath in. She had been feeling even more anxious recently, with the incident with Archie and the Black Hood, and then the body at her house. Maybe this was finally the long-awaited tipping point that she had been expecting for months, ever since the Black Hood had started calling her.

“Betty?” Veronica’s hand was on her shoulder - it was smaller and more delicate than Jughead’s hands on the back of her head and her waist. “We’re home now, it’s okay.”

She nodded into Jughead’s shoulder, and took in another breath as she gripped onto him tighter. “I know,” The words were a little choked out, but were still honest. “I just… it’s a lot.”

Betty didn’t need to say more because she knew that they’d understand, and she was given evidence of that when Jughead held her more lovingly against himself, his touch less worried than before. Veronica gently rubbed her shoulder before the touch was lifted, and Betty heard her mention that she and Archie would get them a table inside to give them a moment alone. The thought of guilt passed through her thoughts, that they had all been through the same thing so she shouldn’t need special treatment, but in that moment Betty was too tired to need anything other than her boyfriend’s support.

“I’m okay,” Still, she didn’t want him to worry about her on top of everything else, so the words were mumbled into his jumper as she held onto his waist. “Really.”

“Me too.” The words were mumbled against her forehead, before a gentle kiss was left behind afterwards. He wasn’t okay either and she could tell, but there was comfort in the fact that they were home, and it would allow them to get through it together.

[iarasstuffss]

bughead + pregnancy pt.2

prompt: “I took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. This is real. This is happening” requested by @crazymisscarly hope you like it❤️

This takes place before the first part that you can read here.

….

32 weeks ago

Jughead arrived home late from the office, he lost track of time writing for his new mystery storybook. Working on some cases in their Private Investigation Agency was great for his writing, most of those stories were inspired in some cases they’ve been working on this last year.

That morning Betty decided to stay at home after waking up nauseous, again. It’s been two days in a row and the nausea haven’t stopped.

She was convinced the reason why she was feeling so sick was dipping her burger in her milkshake the last time they ate at Pop’s three days ago before coming back home after visiting their family and friends in Riverdale.

…

They decided to eat at Pop’s before catching their plane back to Boston. It was an obligatory stop every time they visited Riverdale.

What was unexpected was Betty’s choice of milkshake at first. She arrived telling him how much she was craving a chocolate milkshake, when she usually orders the strawberry one. The second unexpected thing she did was dipping her burger at least twice in her milkshake

“What the hell are you doing?” Jughead asked horrified after looking at her devouring the remains of her burger covered in chocolate milkshake.

“What? This? I don’t know… I just wanted to. But honestly you should try it, it tastes really good” she answered unbothered, while dipping one of her fries in her milkshake as well.

“This is disgusting Betty even for me”

“Well… your loss then” she said still eating hungrily her fries. “Can we order more fries and another milkshake for the ride?” she never eats that much before traveling so that was unexpected too.

“Are you trying to beat my eating record Betts?”

“Shh, just shut up I’m hungry, that’s all”

…

Betty was staring at the sink of their bathroom filled with positive pregnancy tests when she heard him arrive home.

That morning she was talking to her mom on the phone when she jokingly suggested it, after hearing she had been sick for two days. After finish her call she opened her calendar only to realize that her period was more than two weeks late, everything started to make sense.

“Hey Betty, I’m home! Are you feeling better?” She heard him call from the small living room of their apartment. “Betty?”

She came out of the bathroom to find him in the living room. “Hey! How was your day?” She said ask she leaned to peck him on the lips.

“I caught up writing for a little bit, Sam asked if I could send him something new next week, also Ms. Calloway called again, she said another ring from her hidden box is gone”

“I’ll look at that tomorrow, I won’t leave you all the work if you need to write, besides I don’t wanna lose another day of work” she tried to avoid the topic at first, she didn’t know how to tell him about what she just found out earlier.

“Hey hey! Stop right there, first, how are you feeling?”

She was so nervous to tell him about her recent discovery. Telling him meant acknowledging their lives were about to change permanently.

“I’m fine now…” she didn’t sound so convincing.

“There’s something else you wanna tell me?” He wasn’t convinced.

“I think I know why I’m feeling like this…” without notice a few tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, you can tell me but please don’t cry, you’re freaking me out”

“I know I know. I’m sorry. I just I don’t know how this happened, I mean know, but I wasn’t expecting it and trust me neither do you…” she was talking fast, something she used to do when she was nervous.

“Betty, calm down, everything will be alrig…”

“I’m pregnant” she blurted out without warning.

He froze for a couple minutes.

“Say something please”

“Are you sure?” That was all he could say a few minutes later, still shocked.

“I took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. This is real. This is happening, come look” she grabbed his hand dragging him to the bathroom where all the nine positive tests were laying on the sink.

“Wow, this is really happening” he said still on shock looking at the sink full of tests.

“I know” she giggled nervously.

“When we talk about it the other day I never thought It could happen so fast”

“Honestly I think I was already pregnant at that time, I mean we weren’t trying but at some point we just stopped avoiding it” she smiled teasing at him, he couldn’t take his eyes off those nine tests.

“Fair enough”

“Hey are you okay?” she said placing both of her hands on his cheeks, making him look at her.

“Yeah, It’s just… I can’t believe this is happening, after everything we went trough we are here” a single tear fell from his eyes.

“I know… we are really doing this” she smiled, tears of joy were falling from their eyes.

“You have no idea how much I love you, both of you” he said before kissing her and placing one of his hands in her stomach where their baby was growing, she placed hers on top of his.

“I love you so much Juggie” He kissed her again, before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up.

A few years ago, he would not have believed that this would be his life. He felt so lucky.

After everything that happened in their lives, they deserved it.

[mrscolesprouse]

35 and 49 for the prompts if you're happy to do them!!

i don’t even remember when these prompts are from but i just spent three hours writing to procrastinate the amount of work i need to do. enjoy babies, i know we miss our bughead <3

35: “Do you trust me?”

It’s such a perfect day in Riverdale.

It’s a Sunday and Betty isn’t working so she’s found herself at the one spot that brings her some semblance of peace.

It’s a spot she’s deemed, hers.

It’s a little cliff that overlooks a part of Sweetwater River, and she likes to sit there on days like this.

On days where she only wants to hear the quiet rustle of trees and the soft flow of water, and not her mother’s shrieking scream and her father’s bellowing yell. It’s her little slice of heaven and nothing ever disturbs it.

She wouldn’t say the cliff is unsafe, just a little intimidating, and there’s a deep amount of water that would cushion her if she ever fell, but she doesn’t necessarily have the urge to ever jump in from this high. It’s a decent twenty-five to thirty-foot drop. If she wanted to jump in, she’d walk down the hill and jump from a smaller ledge.

So when a man runs up to her, frantic and panicky, she has no idea what to do. She stands from the ledge in fear, her hand to her chest.

“Do you trust me?” The man says, his dark hair pointing up in all directions, an indication that he’s been running for a while.

Betty looks around, “No! What the fuck! I just met you?! Why would I—“

The man cuts her off, “Well you better jump or else we’re dead.”

Betty narrows her eyes in confusion, “Why, why would I ever…do that?”

The man looks between her and the space behind her, “Well, if you want to get trampled and slash or killed by a bunch of wild Ghoulies, your best option is to jump.”

She looks at this crazed man in disbelief and a little bit of amusement and barks out a laugh, “What the fuck are Ghoulies?”

She can hear, quite literally, a herd of …something… (Ghoulies????) come her way and he grabs her hand, gently, hesitantly. A stark contrast to his panicky nature.

“Listen, I don’t want a random person, you, to get caught in a gang war, so it’s either we jump now, and get fuck out of here, or we’ll be pushed or worse. I’m sorry but…I’d rather you get the fuck out of here.”

“You don’t even know who I am? Why wouldn’t you just jump on your own?”

He’s getting frustrated and anxious now, “I-I know, I know okay—“ he looks over her shoulder, “I’ll—I’ll buy you, something, dinner or like a milkshake or something. I’ll give you straight-up cash, I don’t care, just please…” He lays his hand out.

Betty looks down at the water beneath her and his outstretched hand, and sighs. This is not how she thought her day would go.

But she looks at this panicked man, his tousled raven curls, sparkling blue eyes and tall, thin frame, and says, fuck it.

She takes her phone and chucks it into the nearby bush, grabs his hand hastily and they jump.

…

49: You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out

!Mature! (mentions of smutty stuff, and mention of r@pe)

What is she doing here?

Listen, there aren’t many things in this world that Jughead hates more than Betty Cooper. Her uptight attitude, that tight blonde ponytail, her upper-middle-class poise. The entitlement. Jesus, there’s nothing Jughead wouldn’t give to rip out that ponytail and see if her whole personality falls apart.

And to find her here, in the basement of the Ghoulie clubhouse, trying to argue her way out of a chair, that she’s been tied to.

She’s tied to a chair.

Yes, he hates her. But he hates the Ghoulies more.

He’d come to the Ghoulie Clubhouse to have a civil conversation with Malachai. The Ghoulie leader had known Jughead was coming, but he wasn’t upstairs at the table like they’d discussed, so Jughead was led downstairs to where Malachai was supposedly dealing with business.

Arguing with Betty Cooper, who is, ONCE AGAIN, tied to a chair.

After he knocks out Malachai and his minion waiting at the door, he hastily unties Betty, grabs her wrist, and leads her out the back door, all with her fighting against his grip.

When they make it to his motorcycle, he signals her to get on and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in refusal.

“Get. On.” Jughead says, through his teeth, in anger and frustration.

Betty smiles, “No.”

Jughead grabs his helmet, and puts it onto her head, grabbing her waist and putting her on his motorcycle. He gets in behind her and wraps his arms around her to reach the handlebars.

He can tell Betty is fuming in front of him, but she’s not making any effort to get off, so he starts his motorbike and they’re off.

He drives them to his trailer and the minute he stops, Betty jumps off, hastily takes off his helmet and throws it on the ground.

“What the fuck was that?”

Jughead chuckles humorously as he lazily gets off the motorcycle, puts down the brake and leans against it, arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that? How did you, Princess Elizabeth Cooper, find herself tied to a chair, in the basement of a drug den? The Ghoulie Clubhouse? How, the fuck, does prim and proper Betty Cooper find herself there, of all places?”

Betty picks a piece of fluff off her black, low-cut sweater, something he’s never seen her wear before in his life. “Oh that, Malachai and I were just having a little fun.”

Jughead stands up and walks towards her slowly, “A little fun, my ass. Tell me what you were doing there, right now.”

Betty huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, accentuating her breasts, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

Jughead stops in front of her and looks down at her, “Try me. Tell me, right now, what you were doing there.”

Betty glares at him, “I can take care of myself you know. I didn’t need you to knock Malachai out and treat me like a princess locked in an ivory tower. I was handling it.”

Jughead licks his lips and glares at her harder, “That’s funny. It didn’t look like it. How do you ‘handle it’ with you tied to a chair?”

“Fuck you, Jughead. You don’t think I can handle myself, what, because I’m a woman? I needed a big, strong man to come and save me? The big, scary Serpent King, to come and rescue me? I didn’t need to be saved.”

Jughead puts his hand on her chin, running his thumb down her bottom lip roughly. Her eyes darken but she’s still glaring at him. As is he, “I’m sorry honey, but it looks like you did. Now, don’t make me ask again. What the fuck were you doing there?”

She tries to get out of his hold, but his hand remains roughly placed at her chin, “I was following a lead.”

Jughead barks out a humorous laugh once more, honestly, this whole thing is amusing.

“You were ‘following a lead.’” He says, mockingly.

Betty glares at him even harder and pushes her hands against his chest.

Jughead continues, “And did The Princess find what she came for?”

“No,” Betty says through her teeth.

Jughead and Betty have known each other since the ripe young age of six. Jughead would chase after her and pull her hair in the playground. She’d kick his ass playing any sports and stick her tongue out at him every time she’d win.

She’d get under his skin in freshman and sophomore year when they’d compete against each other in the high school spelling bee, always coming first to his second. They’d compete against each other in the Mathletes team and in debating and they’d always be against each other.

And when Betty won valedictorian and he was salutatorian, once again did they find each other at odds.

In all of his life, Jughead has never wanted to fuck her so hard, then he does right now. He’s never wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her so hard she cums over and over again. He’s never wanted to suck her clit so hard and lick that pretty pussy until she screams for everyone to hear. He’s never, so badly, wanted to pull at that ponytail while she takes his whole cock into her mouth, choking her with his cum. He’s never wanted to teach her a lesson so bad for scaring the absolute shit out of him by being down there.

Except, that he does, which he’d known he has since he began feeling any type of lust for anyone. There she was, so uptight and perfect, and he’d always wanted to rough her up.

And right now, he’d give anything to push her against his trailer, wrap those creamy long legs around his waist and fuck her raw.

Jughead pushes away his lustful thoughts. “And what exactly did you come for, Betty? Why were you there really?”

Betty sighs now, tired of this whole thing and Jughead releases his hand from her chin.

“I was there because I wanted to snoop. I wanted concrete evidence that the Ghoulies are making and distributing Jingle Jangle across Riverdale, so I could finally do something about it. Put Malachai away, shut down the operation. But I was too hasty about it. I should’ve brought back up, I should’ve been more prepared. It’s just, another person died, and I got angry. I shouldn’t have done it, it was stupid. But I didn’t need you to rescue me.”

Jughead sighs, “Betty, you should’ve come to me. You know I know stuff about this, but you’re so stubborn that you would never come to me about this stuff.”

Betty walks over to sit on the stairs that lead up to his front door, “Jughead, I’m tired. I’m over it. My head hurts. I don’t need you calling me names because I was too stupid to see through my hatred for you. I get it, okay.”

It makes him uncomfortable to see her defeated. He may have spent his whole life hating her, but he’s never seen her as weak. He walks up to her and crouches down, so they’re at eye level,

“If you’d come to me, you’d know I was dealing with this. You may think I’m your—what did you say— ‘big, scary Serpent King’ but I’m not standing around all day doing nothing. You know that I’m not dumb. I’m dealing with this shit daily, I’m trying to make Riverdale better and clean of their stupid drugs. And if you’d come to me, you’d know why I was there today, which was to give him an ultimatum. I dug up some dirt, found some shit and can put him away for a long, long time. I’m so close, Betty. Now, I don’t know what’s going to happen. He might flee before I can hand in the evidence, or not even sit down with me. I don’t know what to do.

But today, you were stupid. Because these men aren’t respectful. You come into my bar? You snoop around my shit, yeah we’d get angry, but I’m telling you, none of my men, would ever do anything to disrespect you. The Ghoulies, on the other hand, don’t care when a pretty girl comes in, looking like you do. They don’t respect women, they don’t see them like we do. And we may be a gang as well, but first, we’re a family. They don’t give a shit about that. They’re the lowest of low. So excuse me, for getting you out, for protecting you. Because the last thing I want to hear is that Betty Cooper, valedictorian of her year, journalist, friend, sister, a woman I’ve known since before I could think any cohesive thought, was raped and killed by a bunch of scum of the earth.”

Betty’s face crumbles and a sob releases from her lips. A tear runs down her face and she puts her head in her hands, in embarrassment, in anger, in fear, he doesn’t know. But he feels his heart crack at the sound.

He stands and sits on the stair next to her, shuffling her down so she leans into him as she sobs. He wraps his arms around her and places his chin on her head.

He whispers out into the night, “I’m sorry, I know that’s intense. And I know we’ve spent our whole lives hating each other. But I respect you, okay? Despite all that. You’re intelligent and beautiful, and seeing you down there scared the shit out of me. And I admire your bravery and I know you’re strong and can take care of yourself. But I don’t know what they were going to do. I assumed they had to have knocked you out already to get you tied up like that and I just panicked. I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for forcing you to get on my motorcycle and come here but I was scared. And I’ll admit that I was scared.”

He feels her take a large inhale of breath against his chest, and then, he feels her arms come and wrap around his waist. He feels her bury her head into his stomach.

Jughead’s heart skips a beat and he’s never felt this scared in his life.

“I’m sorry.” He hears her say softly, and he looks down at her to see her looking up at him, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just come to me next time, please. Please, Betty, I’m begging you, we can help each other. Just don’t do that again.”

Betty nods, looking up at him, at his lips, he realizes, and she places her head at the crook of his neck.

[noorakardemmomesaetre]

i want you to ruin my life

“Jughead...” she gasps softly, her eyes wide as he casually walks into the cafeteria.

She shouldn’t be surprised that Southside’s baddest is sporting a freshly bruised eye and a deep cut across his cheek to match.

But she can’t help the way her heart clenches at the thought of him in pain.

Archie chuckles, taking a large bite out of his turkey on rye sandwich before arching his eyebrow in her direction. “Didn’t you hear how he got that?”

Betty turns her attention to him so quickly her ponytail smacks her cheek. “What do you mean?”

“Word on the street is that Chuck and some guys were in the locker room this morning talking about ways they’d, uh, loosen your ponytail,” he says with a grimace as Betty’s eyebrows furrow.

“He’s disgusting,” Veronica interjects, her own expression rivaling Betty’s. “And what does that have to do with Jughead?”

Betty’s heart is pounding so loudly she wonders whether it’s the sound that’s drawn his attention to her. His heavy gaze meets hers for the briefest of moments and yet it’s more than enough to spread a fire within the confines of her chest.

“Well, considering Chuck’s now in the nurse’s office,” Archie says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’d say...everything.”

[thepointoftheneedle]

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday @jandjsalmon! You are a wonder and a treasure. I wrote you this hundred word drabble for your special day. Please accept it along with my very best wishes and sincere appreciation for your positivity and kindness. 🌺🌻🌼🌸

The FBI, the CSIs, the folks from the DEA, and that one guy from the IRS, who they were pretty sure was sightseeing, finished processing the scene, packed up their shit and drove their anonymous sedans out of town. Betty slumped onto the curb, expelling an exhausted sigh.

She never would have solved it without him. It made missing him even more poignant. He came and sat beside her, reaching for her hand, holding it tenderly while he spoke,

“Okay maybe I’m crazy but I was thinking... maybe we should get back together, get married and start a detective agency.”

[centravolonial]

astro's astronomical drabbles (1/?)

-. "small talk" .- a bughead drabble

--- “ Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; The worst is death, and death will have his day.” Jughead spoke almost scholarly and slumped backward into the diner booth and crossed an arm over himself, as he popped a french fry into his mouth. “Bleak, right?” He raised a brow at Betty sitting just in front of him briefly with a subtle smirk. “And that's..?” Betty tilts her head as she sips her milkshake. “Shakespear.” He nods, sitting up correctly to sip his own milkshake. “I’ll never know how you remember all that.” Betty shrugs with a grin. Jughead blinked. “You can never really understand something fully if you only read it once.” He hums, as he munches down on a duo of fries. “You’re so cute when you get smart.” She smiles as she rests both elbows on the table as she lovingly gazes at her significant other. --

[just-another-ficwriter]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Words: 400ish

Summary: What happens when Betty and Jughead’s youngest finds her Mom pecking Santa under the mistletoe?

Warnings: None

Notes: It’s been a while since I wrote for Bughead! A cute little drabble to fill my ‘After The Kids Have Gone To Sleep’ square on my @riverdalebingo card!

Exhausted from trying to settle three excited kids, Betty collapses on her couch on Christmas Eve with a tired sigh.

She isn’t sure how long her eyes have been closed for, seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, before she feels Jug’s hands on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing small circles.

“Let’s get this lot sorted and then maybe you can sleep on an actual bed.” She leans her head back on the pillows, lips searching for his only to be met with a wicked smile and bright red hat.

“Juggy is that a Santa suit?” She gasps, body now up right as she’s startled awake.

“Thought I’d keep up with the festive spirit.” His eyebrows raise suggestively, hand producing a small sprig of mistletoe that he holds high above her head.

She doesn’t objecting, laughing when he tilts her back dramatically before peppering her face with small kisses.

They’re both too distracted to notice the pair of bright wide eyes staring at them from the stairs.

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When morning arrives, all too quickly for a still sleepy Betty and Jughead, two sets of excited feet bound down the stairs. Small squeals of excitement echo off the walls as they descend down, two steps at a time before diving at the pile of presents under the tree.

Their youngest however, Juliet, hangs back, little arms crossed over her chest, a tiny but adorable pout on her lips.

Jughead’s heart sinks a little as he kneels beside her. “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“I hate Santa!” Her dad tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, but it does nothing to soften her narrowed green eyes. So much like Betty.

She stomps her little foot to the ground twice to get her point across.

“Why would you hate Santa?” Confused now, Jughead watched as she turns and points towards Betty.

“I saw him kissing Mommy the way you kiss Mommy!” It takes everything in Jug not to lose it, his lips pressed together in a thin line so he doesn’t laugh.

He chances a glance at Betty, big mistake. She’s already holding her hand over her mouth, trying to conceal the growing smile, her shoulders shaking slightly with laughter.

How were they going to get out of this?

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[olivias-rodrigos]

Jughead is suffering from nightmares and has a particularly distressing one. Luckily Betty is there ready to soothe his worries away. Or, basically how 4x17 should have ended.

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Jughead awakes with a startle, his head quickly leaving the keyboard, the vision of a creepy video tape imposter wearing a Betty-like mask still lingering in his mind. His back aches from his slumped position in Betty’s desk chair and his beanie is resting askew atop his disheveled hair. He had fallen asleep midway through trying to write his book report on ‘Call of the Wind’ and dreamt of a nightmare filled with musical numbers and insecurities.

The nightmares were nothing new and had consequently plagued his slumber since his most recent brush with death. His dreams now generally consisting of vivid recollections of that night in the woods when the preppies had tried, but most importantly failed, to murder him. Seeing himself lying bloodied on the ground whilst Betty begged him to hold on to life was enough to leave him waking abruptly with sweat on his brow and a pounding headache most nights of the week. The only thing guaranteed to help calm him was the comforting weight of Betty’s head resting on his shoulder, her arms draped over his body.

However, as a result of his cumulative lack of sleep and his increasingly heavy study load Jughead was beginning to struggle, both physically and emotionally. On especially horrible nights, such as tonight, when he collapsed from sheer exhaustion, he dreamt of a life where his worst fears became his reality. Tonight it was a life where Betty decided to be with Archie instead of him.

Squeezing his eyes tightly closed he tries to erase the image of them together from his mind and remind himself of his recent conversation with Betty in the bunker. He was the only man for her, she’d said it, an earnest look in her eyes as she tried to make him believe it. 

He hears her now, placing her book down on the nightstand next to where she was reading in bed. He knows she’s watching him warily, giving him the space to breathe that he needs after being awoken by a nightmare. This one was worse than the others. They’d fought, a horrible fight, about their future together, about how he wasn’t trying hard enough for her and then she’d left him... for Archie. It wasn’t real, none of it had actually happened. They didn’t fight, she didn’t choose someone else and deep down he knew that, but his insecurities leak out from behind the cracks in his armour as he wonders, what if?

‘Jug...’ she whispers from her position on the bed, the worry evident in her voice.

Slowly he turns around in the chair, wincing as he sees her face and his mind automatically remembers the words she said to him in his dream. She was so angry, but this Betty, his Betty wasn’t angry, she was looking at him, concern pouring from her sleepy eyes.

He watches as she stretches her hand out towards him, fingers reaching for him.

‘Come here Juggie’ she motions softly.

He breathes a soft sigh. Maybe being near her will erase the memories of his dream. Standing slowly he pushes his beanie further down onto his head, his security blanket in place, as he closes the distance between the desk and the bed. Tentatively taking a seat beside her he feels her hand immediately come up to run along his jaw. Feather light touches attempting to soothe him.

‘Was it that night again?’ Betty asks.

She’s fully aware of the recurring nightmares about his near death experience and it would be easy to let her think that tonight was the same. He considers not telling her. Afraid she might get frustrated at his recurrent insecurities, but he knows she’s better than that, she’s better than anyone. Plus, they’re trying to be more honest with each other.

‘Mostly,’ he says, still not having the courage to look at her, but he continues regardless.

‘But tonight, there was more. It was you and me and... I know it was just a dream but...’

As his sentence trails off Betty’s soft hand moves to cup his jaw fully, turning his face until he’s forced to look into her eyes. She smiles softly at him, giving him the prompt he needs to continue.

‘We had a fight, a really bad fight. You were angry that I wasn’t taking my school work seriously, that I wasn’t trying hard enough for our future and then you... you decided you wanted to be with Archie instead’

He rushes the last part out, eyes downcast so that she can’t see his vulnerability. A few seconds pass before he hears her shift and feels the soft touch of her lips on his forehead. The kiss gives him the strength to look up and he’s met with Betty’s tear clouded eyes. She reaches for both his hands, threading his fingers with hers as she holds them tightly.

‘Firstly, Jug... there is no future where we are not together.’ She says softly, earnestly.

‘And, secondly, I’m sorry.’

She sees his eyebrows shoot up and his mouth start to open in protest.

‘Now, before you interject, I know it’s not my fault and that’s not what I’m apologising for.’ she says knowingly. ‘I am sorry though that you are having these nightmares Jug. That you’re working so hard and not sleeping. That you’re feeling insecure.That you’re worried you aren’t trying hard enough when I can see you’re trying harder than anyone.’

She squeezes his hands softly and earns a small smile.

‘It’s all because of this stupid thing, it won’t let me forget.’ He mumbles angrily as he touches his head where his scar rests, faded, now barely visible under the curl of his hair.

Betty shoots him a knowing look, ‘It’s not only that scar, it’s these ones too,’ she says as she unlinks a hand to place it over his heart. 

She can feel it beating loudly against her palm.

‘They all stem from pain Juggie. Some, physical...’ she motions up to the faint line on his head, ‘and some emotional. The blow to your head may have started all of these nightmares but the pain was already there.’

She shuffles closer until she’s basically sat in his lap, rejoining their hands and using her thumb to rub soft circles around his palm.

‘It’s all the pain you’ve endured from all those times when you’ve invested your whole heart into something or someone and they have let you down.’

He knows what she’s saying is true. It’s the time the drive-in closed, despite how much effort he put into keeping it open. It’s his Mom leaving with Jellybean. It’s all the time and effort he put into his work at Stonewall Prep only to have it count for nothing.

Interrupting his thoughts he hears her whisper, ‘I won’t let you down,’ her emerald eyes flickering with promise and determination.

‘You’ve given me your heart Juggie, your scarred, beautiful heart and I’ve given you mine. We’re not going to let each other down... I love you.’

The smile that tugs at his lips is beautiful and weightless but she leans forward and kisses him before it has the chance to fully blossom. The soft touch of their lips as they dance together eases any lingering worries from his mind. She loves him, only him, and all of him.

They stay that way for what feels like eternity, slowly making out, relishing in the gentle push and pull of their lips, before the need for sleep takes over. Slowly untangling himself from her embrace Jughead eases back the covers and they climb underneath together, Betty’s head coming to rest in its usual spot against his collarbone as she readies herself for sleep. He hopes he won’t wake tonight, that he’ll be able to sleep peacefully, but he’s thankful in the knowledge that if he does Betty will be right beside him, always.

Just before his eyes drift closed he remembers one final component of his dream that he wants to share.

Chuckling quietly into the darkness he whispers, ‘You’ll never guess what else happened in my dream Betts!’

‘What?’ She replies curiously.

‘I was singing.’

He feels her soft chuckle against his chest, ‘Definitely a dream then Juggie.’

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NOTES: Please be kind, I haven’t written anything in years, but enough of you wanted to read this that I felt like giving it a go. I figured it couldn’t be any worse than Riverdale, right? Thank you for reading. *GIF also by me @elizabethjughead​ *

Tagging a few super supportive people who were keen to read it: @beanie-betty, @itsnotoktohit, @riverdalenerdlol, @those18minutestares​

[tikigoddess]

Can someone write this fic please???!!!

I had an idea for a fic prompt Drabble if you will but I’m not a writer.

Jughead and Betty are married with a newborn and Jughead is still King of the serpents. Betty goes off and has a girls day a month or two after giving birth and Jughead is left with the baby, but he forgot about an important serpent meeting, he can’t cancel to look after the baby, so there is Jughead trying to conduct the meeting with a baby Bjorn carrier strapped to him with the baby in it he get rubbed for it and the baby starts to fuss and there you have the serpents either all singing a lullaby together or passing the baby around the serpents to get the baby to quiet down. And then Betty hears about it or someone from the meeting sends Betty pictures and she laughs histarically. I just had an image of him with a baby carrier stuck to his chest and came up with the idea. I just need someone to write it.