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[bughead-in-the-comics]

Bughead and Archie meet Chvrches during a radio gig in The Archies #3 (2018).

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[twelveusesofdragonsblood]

Give me Bughead sneaking out of prom, blasting Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine from the radio in Fred’s truck, whilst they slow dance around the parking lot. Jughead without his beanie, Betty with his jacket draped over her shoulders, stealing kisses and whispering to one another about their future together, both bursting into laughter when Juggie seductively tells her what he’s going to order from Pops later.

Give me Bughead snuggled in a booth at the diner, like we’ve seen them many times before, but this time; no tears. no angsty parent talk. no death. just lightness and giggles and an air of easiness. Stealing fries and the odd glance at one another when they think the other isn’t looking.

Give me Betty pulling him out of the booth, leading him back to the truck by his hand. Jughead with a smile on his face, the one reserved just for her. A slow, meandering drive back to Elm Street, hands held across the faded leather of the front seats, her head on his shoulder as he hums to the background noise of the radio. Juggie helping Betty sneak in through her bedroom window, shushing each other so as not to wake Alice up; before she pulls him into her room too.

Give me Bughead waking up in Betty’s bed, post prom, cuddled into Jughead’s warmth. Sleepy smiles and stifled yawns. The pillow talk consisting not of gargoyles or serpents or drugs, but instead homework and college, before silent laughter ensues at the retelling of something funny Jellybean said the week before, or at Archie’s questionable prom dance moves.

Give me Bughead turning red when Alice barges into Betty’s bedroom to find them together, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows before informing them breakfast is in ten minutes, sharp. Breathy chuckles ensue, before they scarper down the stairs, careful not to push their luck where her mother is concerned.

Give me Bughead at the Cooper’s table, eating breakfast, both still half asleep, enough so to ignore Alice’s jibes about their sleeping arrangements. Blushing when she tries to have ‘the talk’ over their morning waffles, before quickly excusing themselves. A goodbye kiss and an I love you at the doorstep, a ritual of sorts for them, usually comes with an uneasy feeling of dread, but not this time. They’re merely saying goodbye, no thought in their mind that it may have a deeper meaning other than “See you at school”. It’s nice. It’s normal

Give me Bughead being seventeen. Even just for 5 minutes. They deserve it.

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Unsuspecting Victim

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[ineffablelads]

Bughead One-Shot Winter Prompt

47. our first date goes horribly so i don’t know why i say yes to a second date, and now, we’re stuck at the diner until the snow slows down and i’m having fun 

Jughead slumped in a corner booth at Pop’s. He nervously scanned the room for his date. 

No sign of her. No tell-tale jingle at the entryway or bouncy blonde ponytail peeking over the back of one of the booths.

He opened his text messages, but no new texts. He even double-checked to make sure he got the date and time right.

“Friday night at Pop’s? How about 7?” her text read.

It was 7:45.

He looked out the window. The snow was beginning to fall heavily. A thin blanket already veiled the ground. The parking lot was practically empty. 

Of course she didn’t come. He thought to himself. Can we even call what happened last time a date? Archie and Veronica were there the whole time... and we were at Thornhill...

He couldn’t blame Betty for not showing up.

Clearly she’d always had feelings for Archie, not him.

And it made sense.

Archie was from the North Side. His parents were north siders. He was offered to be varsity football captain his sophomore year. Not to mention the dreamy love songs he wrote and performed on his guitar. There wasn’t a bone in his body lacking a sense of nobility and chivalry. AND they were neighbors.

He turned and pressed his forehead into the wall beside him in silent defeat.

“Um... should I come back later?”

Jughead froze.

“I don’t want to interrupt your-??”

He turned to face her.

She wore her hair down in golden curls framing her face. 

“It’s cold outside and he’s a hobo, Betty. I’d be concerned too... Be more sensitive to your boyfriend.” 

Cheryl smiled mischievously, left a bill on the counter, tossed her hair as she blew a kiss to Pop, and paraded out the door, vixens at her heels.

Betty rolled her eyes.

But were her cheeks pink from the cold still?

Jughead sat up in his seat, adjusted his beanie, and pushed his hair from his eyes.

She slid into the booth across from him.

“Sorry I’m late-” Betty began, thumbing the sleeve of her pink sweater.

“Welcome to Pop’s! My name is Hermione and I’ll- well, hold on just a moment. I’d know that black hair and trouble-making smirk anywhere... You’re FP Jones’s kid, aren’t you?”

Jughead nodded slightly, embarrassed by the idea of his father being brought up here, now, in front of Betty.

“We went to high school together.” Hermione reminisced. “And you!”

She turned and smiled at Betty, “you are the spitting image of Alice Cooper.”

Betty and Jughead exchanged uneasy glances.

“It’s funny seeing you two here, just like they would do in high school. What can I get for you?”

They made their orders, Hermione took one more curious look at the both of them, then made her way to Pop, working the grill.

“Isn’t that Veronica’s mom?” Jughead asked, raising an eyebrow.

Betty nodded, eyebrows raising in response. 

They laughed.

Jughead went quiet, swimming for words to say. They used to come here all the time with Archie when they were kids. It seemed so easy to keep a conversation going then. But now? Just the two of them...

“Anyways, what I was going to say earlier is that I’m sorry for being so late.” Betty apologized, “my mom-”

She tensed her hands into white-knuckled fists on the tabletop.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jughead offered, “I’m just glad you even came here with me after that disaster at Thornhill.”

Betty loosened her fists and giggled slightly remembering a cranky Jughead leaving the party after Cheryl had some bulldogs throw him in her pool... completely clothed.

Apparently Cheryl had been saying something especially nasty about her sister Polly and when he wouldn’t have it, she got frothy.

“I thought you hated huge parties like that, Jug?”

“I do. And I still stand by my theory that the Blossoms are a legion bloodthirsty vampires.”

Betty smiled half-heartedly. But something darkened in her expression.

“Betty?”

“It’s weird, isn’t it? Everything with Jason.” She implored, hushing her urgent voice. Her eyes stared wide and direct into Jughead’s.

“Nothing’s lining up with any of it.” he mused in return.

Hermione quickly dropped off their meals and sped away in the direction of a spill across the restaurant.

Betty’s gaze was lost out the window. Jughead’s followed.

It was hard to see anymore. The flakes swirled in billowing gusts dropping visibility to practically nothing. 

He looked back to his date.

Clearly lost in thought, she didn’t notice. He wasn’t sure that at this point he really cared if she did, anyways. 

He knew he didn’t want to talk anymore about Jason Blossom. It always made Betty grow distant and serious. He wanted this to be a break from that for her.

From her family and Polly and... all of it.

His eye caught on the dust-covered jukebox in the back of the room.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. A smile warmed the corners of his mouth.

He saw Betty turn to watch as he walked to the end of the restaurant and put a quarter into the old machine. She laid her arms across the top of the booth seat and cradled her head in them, watching.

He thumbed through the song choices and made his selection.

But the jukebox wouldn’t start. Betty’s eyebrows furrowed, disappointment wrinkling her expression. 

He jostled the machine slightly, but, wary of its elderly condition, ceased. Something in the inner workings whirred teasingly. Pop watched from behind the counter, amused. After pressing a few more buttons in desperation, Jughead looked up. Pop gestured emphatically.

From what Jughead understood from the man’s amateur miming, he needed to walk around the side of the machine, grab the top of the jukebox, tip it slightly, and knee it. 

He did the first three steps then looked back to make sure Pop approved.

Sure enough, Pop nodded and gave a thumbs up.

So, he did. 

Sure enough, the jukebox came roaring to life. The Smiths poured cheerfully from its speakers.

“Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people And they're young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I haven't got one Anymore.”

Morissey sang in his trademark slurried drone.  

Jughead dance-stepped towards Betty, hand extended. He looked around the restaurant, suddenly shy. But at this point it was after 11 at night, and no one was there except Pop. And even he was in the back cleaning. Hermione had gone home early to make sure she got home safely to Veronica.

Betty looked to his invitation as he peered out the window, which was now plastered in a thick layer of snow.

They weren’t going to be getting home any time soon.

She took his hand. He pulled her onto the checkered floor of Pop’s. Now their dance floor.

It was clear that Jughead had never danced before in his life. Despite his valiant efforts, he keep accidentally stepping on Betty’s toes, and had even accidentally elbowed her head in an attempt to spin her. She did her best to guide him, but she was charmed by the futility of the effort.

They laughed. The jukebox fell silent.

Finally, they grew tired. Betty plopped down into a booth, pulling Jughead with her. Their faces were now only inches apart.

“Thank you,” she said, eyes flickering between his, measuring his response.

He playfully cornered her in the booth, extending his arm to the wall behind her so he could lean in even closer. With his other, he reached gently up to her cheek and cupped it in his hand.

For a moment the world fell into total radio silence. The snow drowned out any and all sounds of the night, and the two’s minds were finally free to just be present, there with one another, for once.

The distance closed between them as he leaned forward. He pressed his chapped lips gingerly to her perfectly soft lips. They lingered like that for a moment before he pulled back and checked her reaction.

Their eyes met. She was smiling, blissfully.

Then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close again.

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[tailsbeth-writes]

The Serpent Or Me - Part 1 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty, Serpent!Reader.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 2140.

Notes: Firstly I’m sorry this is out later than planned, I’ve been teasing this piece for way too long. Secondly I stuggled a bit getting into Jughead’s POV style. I think this just gives me an excuse to rewatch the season again and pick up on his narration style. Finally if you have any suggestions on where you think this should go let me know, I have the next 2 parts planned but I am intrigued to see where you think it will go. Collabing is my fave! Anyway, enjoy.

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Jughead’s POV

Southside High was certainly rough around the edges. Riverdale was a beauty in comparison.

The metal detectors were new to me, I’d never been searched to go to class before. It was a sign of the times, I guess. Just another new thing to get used to. I headed to my locker, headphones on and eyes to the ground. I was still the new kid after all. I took out my math textbook and a copy of ‘Of Mice And Men’ for English, luckily I’d read it at Riverdale so I wouldn’t be unprepared. I checked my phone, killing time before first period. Betty had already text me twice, despite us being on the phone only twenty minutes before.

Betty: Riverdale feels weird without you Jug. I miss you :( xx

Betty: I can’t wait to see you again. Friday can’t come quick enough xx

Me: I miss you too Bets. Being the new kid is strange. Friday is going to get me through though. Can’t wait to see you x x

At Riverdale, I may have been the outcast but I had Betty Cooper by side. Betty was the strongest person I had ever known, I knew if anyone could handle this distance it was her. I had moved here to keep her safe, I just hoped she wouldn’t get herself into trouble. Considering the current state of affairs that was the town of Riverdale however, trouble could be anywhere we turned.

The lunch bell rang and I quickly made my way to cafeteria, if anything could help this day it was food. Food was reliable to make things better. I quickly queued up and filled my tray. I gazed around the dining hall and found a free table in the corner, I could hopefully keep to myself. I sat down and took out a book from my bag. I wasn’t planning on reading much but it was a good way to get way with people watching.

As I munched on a bag of chips, hidden away behind a copy of ‘American Psycho’, I began to take in the residents of Southside High. I definitely didn’t stick out as much here, most kids wore my outcast uniform. There were still cliques but they were less defined than Riverdale’s. There was a table of cheerleaders, instead of a collection of neat ponytails and impeccable uniforms, they had faces full of piercings and wore shabby gym clothes in the black and red school colours. To the right of me was clearly the geek table, instead of obsessing over the latest gadget or video game, they were playing some fantasy card game, arguing over the last ‘spell’ used.

I could also see a lot of Serpents around, their famous emblem standing out amongst the students. I had decided not to wear my jacket yet, I wasn’t ready to declare to the world I was joining the gang. I tried to be discreet as possibly taking in the student population but one girl caught my attention. She wore the familiar leather jacket and sat at a table with a few other Serpents. She didn’t seem to be participating with her peers however, her eyes were pretty steadily staying in my direction. As we made eye contact, she quickly gained interest in the conversation her friends were having. Her actions came across as confident, appearing as natural as possible when I caught her. I couldn’t help but feel curious, wondering what her story was.

As the week went on, I started gaining more attention. I could hear chatter going around of my dad’s apparent heroics and my arrival at Southside High. There was only so much I could do to avoid my fellow students. It was the end of the day and I swapped my textbooks at my locker. I could see shadows forming on the floor in front of me suddenly, I felt a group crowd gather around me. A few wore gang jackets, making it obvious why they were talking to me.

‘So you’re the famous FP’s son?’ A guy to the right of me asked, his hair was dark and greasy.

‘Jughead, right?’ A thin girl to the left of me said, snarling slightly. I turned around to face the group of intrigued faces. They had closed in around me, giving me no choice but to answer them.

‘Yes and yes.’ I replied. I noticed the girl from the cafeteria at the back of group, her presence had been very regular all week. She was in all my classes and her locker was only a few down from mine.

‘That was pretty cool what your old man did.’ A short boy piped up, he must have only been fourteen. I couldn’t help but smile, for the first time I actually had a reason to be proud of my dad. He’d helped so many people by staying quiet, he stopped more families being torn apart and well, he’d saved my life.

‘So you’re joining the Serpents, we heard?’ The cafeteria girl asked, raising an eyebrow at me. My mouth twisted, my decision wasn’t set in stone yet but I didn’t want to risk upsetting anyone right now. I’d managed to keep a pretty low profile all week and didn’t want to shatter that now.

‘Yeah, think so.’ I got out, it seemed to satisfy the group as they all grinned at me.

‘We’ll be seeing you around then, Jughead.’ The skinny girl declared and the group walked off. I took a deep breath, happy to have survived my first grilling. The cafeteria girl had gone to her locker and noticed me sighing in relief. She giggled at me, her laugh was delicate. She started to sort books in her locker.

‘I’m y/n by the way.’ She pushed her hand forward. I took it, giving her a brief handshake.

‘Nice to meet you. I’m Jughead, but you already know that.’ I gave a light snort. She gave me a little smile. It was nice to finally place a name on the mysterious girl. She made the writer in me go mad, the intrigue was intoxicating. We started to walk out the school, accidentally walking together.

‘So how are you finding Southside?’ She asked me, her tone was friendly.

‘Well it certainly isn’t Riverdale. I don’t stick out here and I’m just trying to get my head around that.’ I answered honestly.

‘Yeah, I think this school was founded just for outcasts.’ She joked. We laughed, she made a fair point. We had got to the parking lot, we stopped at a motorbike.

‘Well this is me. Need a ride?’ She asked, her y/e/c eyes widened innocently.

‘I’m okay, thanks though.’

‘Okay. Feel free to chat to me y’know, I know how much it sucks being the new kid. See you around Jughead.’ She got on top of her bike and started it up. I gave her a quick wave before she put her helmet on. With a quick roar, she was off. Warmth grew in my stomach, I realised I had just made my first friend at Southside High.

Friday finally came round and I couldn’t have been happier. I had missed everything about Betty; her humbled smile, her infectious laugh, how she clasped my hand, the way she kissed me.

Betty: I am so excited to see you! I think everybody’s annoyed at me cause it’s all I’ve talked about today. I’m on my way to Pop’s now xx

Me: It’s been hell without you Bets, I can’t wait. You’ll probably arrive before me so order my usual please x x x

Betty: No problem, see you soon Jug :) xxx

I practically ran to my truck when the bell rang. My foster family had trusted me enough with their truck pretty quickly, they understood I had a life in Riverdale that I couldn’t just abandon. As I started it, the radio came on automatically. Normally I’d turn it off but today it didn’t bother me, I was finally getting to see my girlfriend and nothing could spoil my mood.

I pulled up to Pop’s and could already see Betty in a window, the neon lights placing an angelic filter upon her. I hurried up to the diner, Betty was already up from the booth and pacing towards me. I came to join her and placed my arms around her. The smell of her sweet perfume filled my nostrils, I’d missed that scent. She brought her lips to mine, I kissed her back immediately barely controlling myself. Our lips crashed together frantically.

We finally separated, hearing a sly cough from another customer. We let out a breathy laugh, Betty mouthed a quick sorry to the table next to us.

‘Hi.’ She smiled at me, laying her forehead on mine.

‘Hi.’ I had missed her blue eyes, I could stare at them for days.

‘Maybe we should sit down?’ She suggested.

‘I suppose.’ I gave her a fake frown. She giggled at me and took my hand, walked me over to the table. My food was ready and waiting for me thankfully, I was starving. I sat down and instantly tucked in.

‘Some things will never change.’ Betty looked at me with a smirk.

‘A guy’s got to eat.’ I replied, before taking another bite from my burger.

‘So how’s Southside treating you?’ She enquired, leaning on the table with her elbow, her petit face in her hand. I wasn’t sure what to tell her, I didn’t want to freak her out with Serpent chatter. I decided to edit the truth.

‘Pretty well, it’s been easy to keep to myself.’ Betty frowned at me, I could see disappointment in her eyes.

‘Haven’t you made any friends?’

‘Well there’s one girl, y/n. She’s been in most of my classes so we kind of accidentally got talking.’ I think keeping the fact that she was a serpent, out of it was for the best. I could see a tinge of jealousy across Betty’s face, she leaned back in the booth.

‘That’s cool. No one else?’ She quickly dismissed y/n, it was ideal as I already felt uncomfortable lying to her.

‘Nope, I like my own company Bets, you know that.’ I reassured her. I placed my hand on top of hers on the table. I rubbed her soft skin under my rough fingers.

‘I know, but I just want to make sure you’ve got someone to look out for you. I hate that I can’t be there with you.’ Her voice sounded a little choked up.

‘I’ll get there Betty, please don’t worry about me.’ I gave her a rare grin to let her know everything was okay. It seemed to make her feel better as she took both my hands. Her hands always felt warmer in comparison to mine. That’s how we were in general, Betty was warm and inviting but I was cold and locked up.

‘What about Riverdale? How’s Archie doing?’ I had left at the worst possible time for my best friend. Fred Andrews had been a temporary father to me and when I heard he had been shot, a little part of me broke. I’d texted Archie a lot but he barely replied and when he did, I got a couple of words at most.

‘He’s struggling, Juggie. His dad’s still in hospital, so his mom is back in Riverdale. He started back at school this week and he’s just not the same. Veronica is trying everything she can, me too but he’s just cold. I really don’t know what to do Jug.’ She bit her lip, I’d seen that concerned face many a time. I knew it meant Archie really was in bad shape. I squeezed her hands.

‘We’ll figure something out, okay? I’m going to try and see him tomorrow.’

‘Don’t expect much of a conversation, I’ve never seen Archie so quiet. His mom said he’s not even playing guitar.’ She looked at me doubtfully. Knowing Betty Cooper, I knew she’d probably tried every strategy to get Archie’s old self back.

‘I’d rather try than not at all. I’ve been a pretty bad friend, barely around so I need to do something.’

‘Hopefully he’ll be happy to see you.’ Betty looked down at the table, a little dazed.

‘You okay?’ I asked, tilting my head to the side. Betty sighed.

‘I think I’m just a bit out of it, everything’s getting to me and I don’t have you by side.’ She hesitantly flipped her hands over, I recognised the little red scratches on her palms. I hated it when she did this, it still seemed odd to me that Betty was just as dependant on me as I was her. I dipped my lips to her hands, leaving small kisses across her wounds.

‘Well I’m here now, Betty.’

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[aresaphrodites]

If you're still taking bughead requests I neeeeed some jealous!betty in my life. Obv with no real threat because jughead loves her so much but still

So this turned into like a little jealously/a lot of misunderstanding, but I hope you still enjoy!

please feel free to keep sending in prompts. :)

“So where’s Jughead today?”

It’s a question that she’s getting asked a little too often these days and she doesn’t really know how to react to it. She’s not too worried over the fact that Jughead’s been a bit distant these days. She understands that he’s trying to get used to living with his new foster family, attending a new high school, and then there’s the whole Serpent thing. Betty is being positive, helpful, and understanding. She’s read that those are the three things to making a relationship healthy and happy.

It’s not hard, though. She wants Jughead to be happy and comfortable so she lets him do what he must to feel that way. It’s fine.

It’s fine except that she misses him terribly somedays. It’s hard to go from seeing each other everyday to not. Even if she’d only seen him in lunch, or at the Blue and Gold, or in between classes; it was still something. Now they’d go a few days without seeing each other. It was exactly what she told her mom she was scared of, but she didn’t allow herself to think negatively. She was going to be mature about this. If she wanted a mature relationship, then she’d have to stop overreacting about things like this.

“I’m not sure,” she replies to Kevin’s question. “I think he said he was going to have dinner with his foster family or something today.” Kevin nods. Truth be told, Betty has no idea what Jughead is doing today. She hasn’t talked to him. They texted each other good morning, but that was it. When Betty asked him what he’d be doing that afternoon, she was met with radio silence.

“Well, sucks for him. I wanted all of us to go to Pop’s!”

“We can still go to Pop’s,” Betty tells Veronica. “It’ll just be without Juggie.” It sounds weird, but she supposes she’ll have to get used to it. She knew Jughead going to a different school would be different and she’s learning to be okay with it.

“You sure?” Archie asks. “It’s kind of tradition for all of us to go together.”

“I want a milkshake,” Betty shrugs. “It’ll make me happy.”

Just like that, everyone suddenly decides that they have to go to Pop’s. If one of them is feeling down then they’ll do what they have to in order to make them feel better.

The walk to Pop’s is quick and as soon as she’s standing in front of it, Betty feels a sense of comfort. Pop Tate’s never fails to make her feel at home.

Archie holds the door open for them and Betty walks in last, right behind Veronica.

“Oh my god,” Kevin gasps.

“What the hell?” Veronica hisses out.

“What?” Betty questions as she walks past them; though as soon as she does, she wishes she didn’t.

There, sitting in a booth in the corner, is Jughead Jones. While this is would usually brighten up Betty’s entire day, it does the exact opposite when she sees a (really pretty) tiny girl with bright pink hair that’s cut into a bob dance over to Jughead before wrapping her arms around him. Something ugly curls up into her chest and it’s a feeling she’s never felt before, not when she knew Archie and Veronica had kissed, not when Archie had told her he couldn’t love her the way she had loved him; she’d never felt this before. And she hated it.

“Why didn’t you tell me that their vanilla shakes were amazing?” The girl squeals out. “What else are you hiding? I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” The girl then sits across from Jughead and Betty can’t see his face and she’s glad that he can’t see hers. She can feel the way her cheeks heat up and she clenches her hands into fists tightly.

“Oh, he’s dead,” Veronica says flatly as she goes up to talk to them. Betty pulls her back.

“Veronica, let’s just go.” She doesn’t want to believe that Jughead would do this to her and truth be told, she kind of doesn’t want to deal with it either. Veronica just gives her a cold look and Betty shakes her head. “Fine! But I’m talking.”

“Fine, but I’m still going.”

“Guys, maybe we should just leave.” Both girls ignore Archie as they march over to Jughead and his “friend”.

Jughead’s back is to them so he doesn’t see Betty and Veronica come up to them, but the pixie looking girl does and she sends them a warm smile.

“Hi!” She greets as if they’re friends and not total strangers.

“Don’t talk to her,” Veronica snaps and the girl’s eyes go wide while Jughead seems to tense up before turning around quickly.

It’s the first time Betty’s seen him in three days and she wants, more then anything else, to jump into his arms and hold him forever. This circumstance calls for different actions, though and she crosses her arms against her chest while fixing him with what she hopes is a hard, cold glare.

“Betty? What are you doing here?” He questions, a small smile on his face like Betty didn’t just catch him out with another girl.

“That’s a good question, one that you’d have the answer to if you knew how to check your phone and respond back to me. But maybe you’re just ignoring me on purpose now?” Jughead opens his mouth, but Betty cuts him off. “I have a better question! What are you doing here? And who is she?” She points back to the pixie girl, whose eyes are still wide and confused. Isn’t this the part where the side girl gets up and starts trying to fight the main girl? That’s how the trash TV shows she watches explain it at least. This is actually kind of anticlimactic.

“Her name is Lily,” Jughead says easily, cautiously.

“You didn’t just seriously answer that,” Veronica snorts in the background.

“You know what, Juggie,” Betty says the nickname with malice and she sees the way Jughead flinches back at it. “If you were going to end up cheating on me, you could have just told me instead of sneaking around behind my back.”

She turns around and grabs Veronica’s arm, leading her away from the couple, ignoring Jughead yelling out her name.

“Let’s go,” she hisses out to Archie and Kevin who were still standing at the entrance of the diner, watching the whole thing go down. “I’m done here.”

“What the hell happened?” Archie asked.

“He wasn’t really cheating on you, was he?” Kevin asked with a little too much interest. Veronica just shot him a look that warned him to back off.

They’re halfway out of the parking lot when a rough, larger hand wraps itself around Betty’s bicep, stopping her.

“Betty, what the hell is wrong with you?” She turns to see Jughead standing in front of her with confused eyes, he’s panting from running and his face looks flushed. “What are you going on about?”

“Are you serious right now, Jughead? I literally caught you in the act!”

“Actually,” the pixie girl speaks up from behind him and Betty shoots her a dark look.

“Actually,” she mimics, “how about you don’t talk to me? Okay?” She turns her attention back to Jughead who’s still staring at her in shock. “You become a Serpent and suddenly all your morals fly out the window?”

“I’m not cheating on you!” Jughead finally shouts. “Lily and I aren’t like that!”

“Then what is it like?” Betty asks, incredulously. She’s seen enough shows to know that when ‘it isn’t like that’, it is most definitely always like that.

“Look,” the girl, Lily, says as she raises her hands up in surrender, “Jughead’s a catch and everything—“

“Oh, my god, she’s ballsy,” Kevin whispers.

“—but I��m not interested.” Betty gives her an unconvinced look. “However,” Lily turns her attention to Veronica, who glares back at her, “if you’re single then I’d definitely be down for that.”

Veronica’s eyes widened and her mouth drops off, face turning red.

Kevin hollers in the back.

Archie chokes on something.

Betty’s features turn from angry to confused.

Jughead just smirks.

“Her dad’s a Serpent so she hangs around sometimes. She also doesn’t swing my way,” he tells Betty as he grabs her hands, “but even if she did, I wouldn’t care. I love you, Betty Cooper. Just you and only you. I thought you knew that?”

Betty turns away from Lily and focuses back on Jughead. She squeezes his hands back. “I do, I know that, but you’ve just been kind of distant lately and then I saw you with her and got so jealous and overreacted. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he tells her as he brings her in for a hug, placing a kiss on top of her head. “I have been kind of distant lately. I’m just trying to learn how to balance everything, but I’m doing a pretty shitty job, huh?”

Betty laughs softly. “No, you’re trying. I know it’s going to take a little while to get everything in order. I don’t want to be pushy or clingy or anything.”

“You’re my girlfriend, Betts,” he says with a smile. “Right now you come first to me. If something’s bothering you or if you feel like I’m being distant, talk to me, okay? And then we’ll work it out. Don’t pull away back and then blow up when you see something without any context.”

Betty just hides her face, ashamed of how she’d reacted to seeing him with Lily.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” he laughs. “Just know that you’re the only one for me, okay? It’s you and me, Betts. Always.”

“Okay,” Betty replies, believing him completely.

“So seriously,” she hears Lily speak up behind them, “Are you single?”

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“That’s Not Fair.” Part 2

Part 1    Part 2

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller

Pairing: Archie x Reader (anon didn’t specify so I’m running with this), Bughead

Warnings: none

A/N: I think I’m going to make this a series like ‘The Accident’ was. Like if you want more! Also this is a kinda long chapter so enjoy!

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Both of you were breathless as the lights flickered and came back on. You could see the warm glow on Archie’s face, along with a smirk as he assessed your body as well. It was still snowing hard outside, so you said, “I don’t think I’ll be going home anytime soon.”

The next day, you walked into school feeling new, but also awkward. Last night the snow storm had let up in an hour or so, and you went back home. Neither you nor Archie said anything about a second date or doing anything just yet. You hoped he’d ask today, or maybe just talk to you more.

Your first few classes flew by quickly as you anticipated lunch. By the time you reached the cafeteria (since it was winter, nobody sat outside), most tables were full. Your friend, Ethel, was home sick, so you weren’t quite sure where to sit. At least, that was until you saw Archie waving to you from the edge of the cafe at his usual table with his friends - Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Kevin. 

You quietly sat down in the space next to Archie and greeted them, “Hi! I’m Y/N,” with a soft smile. You already knew Veronica from art, but didn’t have any classes with the rest of them, except gym and a study with Archie. Kevin smiled back at you and asked, “You’re the daughter of the vice principal, right?”

Sucking in a breath you replied, “Yeah. It’s a bit strange to see my mom walking around and have to call her Ms. Y/L/N,” you laughed, trying to play it off. You didn’t know exactly how many people knew about your mom being in administration. 

The conversation seemed to steer back to what Betty and Jughead were talking about - reviving the old school newspaper. “Oh, if you need more writers, I can definitely help out,” you told them. One of your favourite classes was creative writing. At some point, Archie had gently put a hand around your waist and it made you blush. 

When the bell finally rang and all of Archie’s friends were gone, he asked, “Hey, do you want to come with us to Pop’s tonight and maybe hang out after?” 

You felt warmth spread through you. Oh dear, you had it bad. “Sure, I think that would be fun,” you said, and adding on jokingly, “Maybe tonight I won’t get snowed in.”

Around five in the afternoon you found yourself sitting in a booth squished between the window and Archie with his arm around your shoulders. You clicked with the group immediately, and loved it. They were all so kind and accepting of you, the chorus nerd who would usually hide with her headphones on until it came to music class. 

You zoned out thinking of a new song you were writing, at least until someone snapped in front of your face and you turned to see Archie giving you a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow asking, “You still with us?”

Shaking your head, you smiled and replied, “Yeah, sorry, I was just a bit deep in thought. What were we talking about?” The group went on to continue the conversation about some anatomy homework they were all struggling with, but you personally found it easy. 

Before you knew it, Archie whispered in your ear, “What do you say we get out of here?” You nodded and he slipped his hand into yours and excused the two of you from the booth. After saying your goodbyes, you found yourself sitting in Archie’s pickup truck. 

The drive to his house was fairly silent except for the soft radio in the background. The lights were already on in his house when you got there, and Archie noticed that you were looking there and he said, “Oh, yeah, my dad’s home tonight.”

“I haven’t seen your dad in a while, not since...” You trailed off, not knowing if you should mention his mother. 

Archie finished your sentence, “Since my mom left? Yeah, sounds about right. That was a few years ago.”

You nodded, feeling slightly bad for bringing it up. He jumped out of the car and bounded around to open the door for you - quite a romantic gesture. Blushing furiously, you followed closely behind him to the front door. 

Once you were inside, Archie called out to his dad, “Hey, we’re going upstairs.” 

His dad came over to you two and smiled, “Hi, Y/N, it’s nice to finally see you. Archie talks about you a lot.”

You raised an eyebrow at Archie. “Only good things, I hope,” you replied. Archie gently pulled your hand and nodded his head towards the stairs.

As you were almost in his room, his dad yelled from downstairs, “Dinner will be done in half an hour!”

Archie closed his door behind you and sat down on the floor, leaning against his bed. You joined him, your legs pressed against each other. He met your eyes and just stared, and you started to feel the red coming on to your cheeks. “What is it?” you asked him, as he still looked at your Y/E/C orbs.

Archie looked away before quietly saying, “Your eyes are beautiful.” You bit your lip and looked down at your lap, stuttering, “Well, I, um, thank you.” 

There was a short awkward silence between the two of you, but Archie spoke, “So, about last night...”

You took a deep breath and said, “Yeah...” You remembered the blackout and the make out session you had. “It was good,” you laughed towards the end, and Archie joined you in that.

Without even responding, he reached up to cup your face, bringing your lips to his. You turned to a better position, your hands linked behind his neck. Suddenly, Archie grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit on his lap, giving him more access to you. Moving your lips in sync, the kiss was full of lust, but it was slow and sweet at the same time. His fingers drew little circles on your jeans on the outside of your thighs, and it made everything feel more intimate. 

Archie moved his lips away from yours to your neck, moving down to your collarbone. He pushed the neckline of your shirt down, but didn’t find it satisfactory. He huffed, which you found quite adorable, and reached to pull your shirt off, and you let him. Reconnecting his lips to your chest, you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

Before he could move any lower, you heard a sound muffled from the door, “Kids, dinner’s ready.” 

Laughing, you asked, “Do you think we’ll ever not get interrupted?”

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I love your Bughead fanfics! They're so good! :) Here's my prompt: Betty and Jughead are listening to the radio, some fun pop song comes on, and Betty convinces Jug to dance. He's not the greatest dancer, but when the music changes to something slower, it's Betty whose out of her element. But then Jughead pulls her close, because turns out secretly he's an amazing slow dancer...

Kickass prompt! You gave me the plot so all I have to do is flesh it out :)

704 words / G-T / AO3

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It’s late at Pop’s, and there is no one but Betty and Jughead in the Shoppe. Pop is cleaning or sleeping in the back, knowing his regulars will call on him if they need anything.

Pop has left an old radio on the counter ever since the juke box had broken, and the pair has brought it to their booth and has been switching in between radio stations and guessing the songs as they come on.

The score is 15 for Jughead and 11 for Betty when the next song comes on:

Who’s around when the days feel long

“Oh! I know this!” Betty exclaims, jumping up out of the booth, while Jughead tries to listen for more.

Who’s around when you can’t be strong

“I have no idea,” Jughead slouches in the booth, throwing his arms up in defeat. Betty has shut her eyes and is bouncing up and down excitedly.

Who’s around when you’re losing your mind

“Somebody Loves You, by Betty Who!” Betty cheers, dancing around. Jughead laughs at her glee, and her victory dance turns into real dancing.

Jughead watches her while tapping his fingers to the beat on the table. He sees how she dances without a worry, not caring at all.

“C’mon Juggie,” she teases, coming up to him, “get up and dance,” she pulls on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he says, putting his free hand over hers on his arm, his comment earning him puppy dog eyes, “and by that I mean I can’t dance to this,” he tells her without shame, hoping to get out of embarrassing himself.

Betty is having none of it.

“Oh, please,” she rolls her eyes and pulls him up.

He lets her pull his weight, reluctantly standing while she dances around him to turn up the music. He adjusts his hat from where it’s tilted and loosens his neck, preparing to dance. Betty chuckles at his mannerisms as he starts to side-step offbeat. Every now and then he throws in a little shoulder roll while she hops around, swinging her arms and snapping, then Jughead tries to copy her and fails miserably.

They laugh and dance through the whole song, trying to mock each others dance moves, until the song changes.

Beauty queen of only eighteenShe had some trouble with herselfHe was always there to help herShe always belonged to someone else

It’s a slow song and Betty slows her movements and eventually stalls, crossing her arms.

“Well that was fun,” she takes a step towards their booth when suddenly Jughead is stepping towards her and uncrossing her arms.

“Not so fast,” he places one of her hands on his shoulder an holds the other, his hand falling to rest on her waist, “this I can dance to,” he smirks, and leads her in slowly stepping side to side. She is staring at her feet to get the steps right, and Jughead sometimes gently pulls or pushes her hand to indicate for her to step forwards or backwards.

I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more

Betty looks up from where she was focusing on her feet to Jughead, who is smiling at her, inches from her face.

Their steps slow, and Betty finds herself staring at Jughead’s lips, right there in front of her, then realizes what she’s doing and looks up. With a blush rising in her cheeks she finds that Jughead is looking at hers as well and his eyes flash up to meet her gaze.

There is a second pause as the two question what is really happening, then both of them simultaneously meet in the middle to kiss.

It’s instantly heated, Jughead pulling Betty in by the waist, pulling their bodies flush against one another. She threads her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands to get a better angle in the kiss, as the two of them get impossibly closer.

When they both inevitably come up for air, the song on the radio is just finishing.

Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye

With the sounds of their deep breathing filling the silence between the songs Jughead says, “Maroon 5, She Will Be Loved.”

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