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bugheadoneshots · 5 years

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31 for bughead please😊

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31. When’s the last time we went on a date?

It was late, but neither of them could sleep. They were cuddled together under a pile of blankets, as though to block out anything and everything that they would have to deal with.

“When’s the last time we went on a date?” Jughead suddenly questioned, staring at her hand in his.

“Well, you were gone for a while. And before that we were helping save Archie and dealing with G&G. So…” Betty paused. “I honestly can’t remember.”

“Alright then. Let’s do this.”“Um… Right now?” Betty took a glance at the clock. 11:42.

“Give me ten minutes and then come downstairs. Dress warm.” Jughead winked, and before Betty could ask any questions, he was gone.

Stretching, she slowly left the warmth of the covers behind in search for cute winter clothes. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, threw on a coat with a fur-lined hood, and walked into the kitchen where Jughead was waiting for her. He opened the front door to reveal his motorcycle with a picnic basket on the handlebar.

“Your chariot awaits,” he joked. After hopping on, Jughead drove them to a small secluded area. He set out a blanket and placed three candles in the center. He passed Betty a grilled cheese sandwich and a can of cherry cola.

“A midnight picnic,” she smiled, the flame of the candlelight danced in her eyes.

“Best I could do this late. I’ll take you somewhere nicer tomorrow.”

“Jug.” She scooted closer to him. “This is absolutely perfect.”

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crescentlunaxo · 5 years

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Life had been steady as of late, not that Betty was complaining. She had a job that she was happy and good at, a family that adored her, friends that supported her, and her love life? Well, it was definitely going places but tonight she put everything to the side. Every once and a while she craved excitement, passion, and lust. The feeling of being needed was making her even more anxious to get to her destination.

Tonight she was trading in her nickname for Liz, her ponytail for loose curls, and glossy lips to red lipstick, the type that would leave marks on the glasses she would drink tonight or even someone's lips. Her outfit was one she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing to work or any normal day, which is exactly what she wanted, not normal. Adjusting her dress that was a simple black strapless one but hugged her curves just right and was bound to call attention to herself. She glanced at the entrance door of the bar, taking herself in before entering.

The White Wyrm, she would come here often after visiting one night after work and found something or rather someone quite intriguing. Making her want to come back. To live within that world where she would use a name that made her feel confident and powerful, if only just for that night. It was silly, she can admit that but it was like putting on a mask and visiting a world that you’re not apart of, a fantasy. Things seemed busy inside but she was lucky enough to spot an empty seat at the bar, her usual spot. Far enough to keep her space but close enough to the action and easy hold on drinks. Seeing that most of the people weren't exactly her type or even near her age she knows she made the right seating choice, typical for a gang bar but she didn't mind, all she needed was to find one person.

Betty made herself comfortable and was quickly noticed by the bartender. “What can I get you?”

She was pretty, beautiful even, Betty could tell she didn't take any BS, especially working here she must know how to handle herself, must be the other girl that works the bar too.

“Gin and tonic, please”

“You got it.” She quickly grabbed a glass and started making a drink. It always amazed Betty to see the girl multi-tasking. Making her drink while taking orders from the other side of the bar and then pouring shots in between. Not to mention keeping track of who pays.

“Are you working alone tonight...umm?” She asked, with a tone that was a bit louder than usual but necessary to be heard over all the noise. And she couldn't finish asking because she was dumb enough not to ask for a name.

She walked over, placing Bettys drink on a napkin. “It’s Toni, no my boss should be here soon and everyone is a regular, practically family so nobody would pull anything funny” She gave Betty a wink quick smile before taking the cash that Betty had placed down. “Liz” She might as well know her name too, well almost her name.

“Let me know how it is, Liz.” Glancing at Bettys drink while placing the bottles back.

Betty took a sip and was instantly glad she choose the drink. The perfect taste of lime and not too bittersweet at the end. She met Toni's eyes as she raised her glass and nodded with a satisfied smile.

Toni smiled at herself, seeing as though she accomplished making a good cocktail. It was a nice change of having to serve beer and pour countless shots.

She felt a presence, taking another sip she smiled to herself, knowing exactly who it was.

He was close to her ear now, close enough that she could smell his cologne, making her legs tighten and throat dry up.

“How am I suppose to work when you’re dressed like that and all I want to do now is fuck you on top of this bar” His voice dark and low.

She closed her eyes briefly, taking his words and the image he just described. Steadying her breath, she turned over her shoulder to meet his eyes, there faces close enough that one more inch and the surely would react to the scene they were thinking of. She took her hand and ran it over his face, down his neck, biting her lip as she trailed her fingers over his stomach and ran them back up, meeting his eyes and then his lips. Before he registers the moment she dropped her hand, smiled, turned back, and took another drink.

“Maybe later.”

He stood up, laughing at her response. Walking behind the bar, he placed both hands on the bar and leaned towards her. His eyes grew dark. “We can either wait till later when the bar closes or you can meet me in the back office?”

She considered waiting. But seeing him dress with a black tank that showed up his muscular body, it was tempting.

“What’s it gonna be Betty?”

So maybe not everything had to be left behind for this fantasy. Her love life made her feel everything she’d been searching for. The first night she visited this bar, she met him. Nothing has been the same since.

She pulled back enough to step off the stool but before she fully turned he got her attention.

Reaching behind Toni, he grabbed a napkin, dipped it in water.

“C’ mere”

She stepped closer and he gently took a hold of her chin, pressing her lips with his index finger. Wiping off what was left of the red.

Giving her a quick kiss before dropping his hands. “There you are.” He smiled at her.

She winked at him before turning and heading in the direction of his office. But not before hearing him.

“I’m taking my break, Toni.”

“You got it, boss. And tell Betty I said Liz doesn't suit her.”

He laughed at the name that she choose for tonight. It was one of many he’s heard. She’s been Lizzy, Lili, Ellie, Beth, and Betty. The first night she was Betty and that was the best one. She would tell him it was silly but he didn't mind. It was nice to once and a while pretend to meet for the first time. And to be honest the outfits made it easier to play along. She wasn’t aware of just how erotic she looked, all the time, even with her normal everyday clothes and he was going to make her she knew what effect she had on him.

She was every fantasy that he could've wanted. His favorite fantasy would be in a world where he could call her his girlfriend.

He was going to make sure that fantasy happened.

Tonight.

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bugheadoneshots · 5 years

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20 please!!

Thanks for requesting :)

20. It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

“Come on, Cheryl. It’s just rain. You aren’t going to melt!” Betty pleaded.

“If you think I’m willing to ruin these Jimmy Choo heels just to drive you home, you’re crazier than I give you credit for.” Her sparkly heels clicked against the floor, echoing in the halls as she walked away.

Betty slumped against the wall, utterly regretting getting a ride to school from Cheryl. She should’ve known better.

She peered out the front door, solemnly making the decision to walk home alone without an umbrella to protect her from the torrential downpour. Her hand reached forward, ready to leave, when a voice stopped her.

“Hey, uh, Betty, right?” A boy with jet black hair and an odd crown-like hat asked her. Betty nodded. “I overheard your conversation with the ‘princess.’ You need a ride?”

Betty hesitated. He wasn’t the kind of guy she’d typically be seen around. He always wore a Serpent jacket, proudly claiming his affiliation to the gang. Betty’s mom had always made her stay away from the Southside. But Jughead Jones seemed different. She felt an undeniable pull toward him.

“Thanks.”

He seemed a little surprised that she agreed but then gave her a slow smile. “Alright.” He started taking off his jacket. “You’re going to want this. Unfortunately, my ride isn’t exactly rainproof. But it’ll get you there faster than walking. I’ll pull up to the curb.”

Underneath the jacket, Jughead had only been wearing a simple white t-shirt. Betty tried not to stare as he walked out the door. She slipped on his jacket, welcoming the warmth.

He pulled up to the curb, and she walked down the steps toward him.

“You know, if you ever need a ride, I’m here,” he mumbled nervously.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to suppress a smile. This is definitely something she could get used to.

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bugheadoneshots · 5 years

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7❤️

I’m like 5 million years late replying to this. Sorry! Thank you so much for the request.

7. You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

Ever since moving to New York City, Betty had felt like she was living in a fairytale. With Jughead by her side in their tiny one bedroom apartment, she couldn’t imagine life getting any better than this.

And yet, something was… unsettling. There was a thorn in her side that simply wouldn’t come out. Finally, she knew what she had to do.

“Hey, Jug?” She called toward the bathroom.

“Yeah?” His voice was at an odd pitch as though something was going on, but Betty’s nerves caused her to push that thought aside.

“I think we need to go back. Today.”

The bathroom door swung open immediately. “But… We can’t. Any other day. Just… Not today.”

“If we don’t go today, we’ll keep putting it off and never end up going. I just need some peace. After being away for three years, I think it’s important for Riverdale to just be a random dot on a map, rather than a hellhole that still haunts me.” Betty saw he still wasn’t on board. She walked toward him and placed her hands on either side of his face. “Please, Jug. I don’t want to do this alone.”

He couldn’t say no to those light blue-green eyes peering up at him.

“Fine… I just have to run to the bathroom first.”

…

In a booth at Pop’s, Betty let out a sigh of relief. They were still alive. Chaos had not ensued. Yet.

Jughead plopped down on the other side of the booth, but the moment he was in his seat, his phone started to buzz. “I… Have to go to the bathroom.” He was about to stand, but Betty laid her hand on his.

“You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today. What’s going on?”

He sighed, then mumbled something inaudibly.

“What?” Betty leaned in closer.

“I hired a quartet and then told them not to come since we wouldn’t be home. But now they keep calling and I’ve been trying to hide it.”

She smiled and let a small laugh escape her lips. “Did you hire them for any particular reason or just a spur of the moment kind of thing?” When he didn’t respond, she took in a sharp breath. “Oh. Oh my God.”

Jughead knelt before her as the waiter placed down their milkshakes and awkwardly walked away, trying not to ruin the moment.

“Betty Cooper. I wanted to do something special. Something extravagant because you deserve the best. And now I do realize my original plan just wasn’t us. This is us. Going on adventures together. Drinking milkshakes at diners. Always supporting one another. So I hope you’ll go on this next journey with me. Will you make me the happiest weirdo alive, and marry me?”

Tears collected in her eyes and she nodded her head, unable to speak. She pressed her lips to his. Her hands tangled into his hair as she pulled him closer to her. “So glad you’re my weirdo,” she whispered against his lips.

Maybe Riverdale didn’t need to be a small, meaningless dot on a map. Because even though there were tragedies in her life when she lived here, it wasn’t all bad. She met her best friends here. She fell in love. And now she had just got engaged to her soulmate. Riverdale will always be the place of happiness and heartache. And Betty was finally perfectly okay with that.

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bugheadoneshots · 6 years

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29? 💕

Thank you so much for the request :) Sorry for the wait. Also, a few others have requested 29 or 8. (Thanks @lizethxrivera, @thatcrazygirlomg, and an anon)

8. The floor is lava

29. You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” Jughead said, half-joking, sweat dripping down his forehead as he observed Betty’s phone across the room. The TV wasn’t on, so he knew she must’ve heard it. “I was working on the roof and the ladder fell.”

As he lifted his foot to take a step forward, Betty screamed, “No!”

Baffled, Jughead carefully placed his foot back where it was previously, and then took note of his surroundings, trying to make sense of it all.

Pillows were strewn across the living room, as were a few books. Hot Dog was curled up comfortably on the pillow closest to the table - and closest to Betty’s phone.

“What-”

“The floor is lava,” Betty explained with a grin. “Sorry I didn’t get to my phone, Jug. As you can see Hot Dog has joined the game too and he takes it very seriously. He won’t give up his spot.” The dog gave a small bark in agreement.

After tossing his shoes to the corner of the room, Jughead hopped on the pillows and books to get to his soulmate.

“Damn it, Cooper. You know I can’t be upset with you for long. You’re too cute.” Taking a step onto the pillow she was standing on, he pressed his lips to her forehead. Her arms wrapped around his stomach, her head pressed to his chest.

She looked up at him, kissed his cheek, then abruptly turned, noticing that Hot Dog had abandoned his beloved pillow. Hopping to the next pillow, she flashed him a smile.

“First one to get to the other side of the room wins!”

Chuckling, he followed suit.

God, he loved this girl.

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bugheadoneshots · 6 years

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can i request “You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” for a prompt ?

Hope you don’t mind the slight change. Thanks so much for the request :)

A clang against Betty’s window at 1 am jolted her out of bed. She was on her feet within seconds. There was another knock, more insistent this time. The cold wind whipped through her hair making her shiver as she opened the window. “Jug?” Betty rubbed her eyes, trying to make sure she was seeing things correctly. The black haired boy was still there, ladder pressed against the window. “What are you doing here?”“I know we’re fighting right now, but I miss you. Everything’s a mess and I can’t fall asleep. Can we just lay together for a while and pretend like everything’s alright?” His voice sounded fragile; his hat was tucked into the pocket of his jeans. It felt like the whole world was against him and this blonde-haloed girl was the only one who truly understood him. He needed her. And even though they weren’t together right now, he knew she needed him too. Because they weren’t just ex-lovers. They were soulmates, best friends. “So you knocked on my window at 1 in the morning… to cuddle?” The gears in her mind turned slowly, tiredly, as she tried to process the scene before her. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I’ll go now.” Looking down at the ground, he felt like an idiot. Of course, she didn’t want to be with him. Of course, she didn’t want to talk to him. Of course-“Stay,” Betty whispered, so softly that Jughead was unsure if he heard her correctly. Her hand grasped for his. “Please. Stay.”Taking the final steps from the ladder into her room, Jughead savored the moment. He was unsure how long it would last, but for now they were together. Pulling back the covers, she guided him to bed, her hand not leaving his for a second. Once in bed, Betty clung to Jughead’s side, her head on his chest. He pretended like he didn’t feel the fresh tear stains on his cheeks, nor the ones soaking into the side of his shirt. Because, just for tonight, they would pretend like the world was not collapsing around them. They would pretend like this small moment was their forever.

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bugheadoneshots · 6 years

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149..💚

Thanks for the request :)

149. We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

“Guess what I got!” Betty’s smile was contagious. Even though Jughead didn’t want to, he found himself smiling in return.

“Why do you keep doing this?” He laughed, looking at the beautiful woman before him who was holding yet another stray animal- this time a calico cat. It purred at she held it for him to see. “We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.”

“Hey, there’s not seven! Only five. And it’s only until we can find a home for them.” She paused, watching as the cat put its paws up on her shoulder. “Except for Cindy. She can stay.” The cat meowed in agreement.

“You named her already?” Amused, Jughead shook his head. “Betts, your kindness never ceases to surprise me.”

Plopping down on the couch, he gestured for Betty to do the same, and then pulled her on top of his lap.

Jughead pressed his lips to her temple. She looked up, and brought her lips to his, gently at first, then more urgent. Her hands made their way into his hair and her lips made a trail down his neck.

A cumbersome bulldog hopped up onto the couch, waddling its way over to the pair and causing them to separate.

“Maybe we can keep him, too?” Jughead raised an eyebrow with a hopeful expression.

Betty’s eyes lit up, and she playfully hit his shoulder. “I knew it! You love them, too, you softy.”

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