#songfic writing challenge 2019

[miraculousfanworks]

Creator Spotlight: Day

The Miraculous Fanworks Discord server’s spotlight highlights content creators in the community! Each month, one artist and one writer will have their accounts promoted on our social media accounts.

This month’s spotlight highlights a creator who is both a writer and an artist: @day-writingdaydreams!

Day is both a talented writer and artist, coming up with inventive scenarios for all aspects of creating.

We’ve interviewed her, asking her questions about her fanworks and advice for other creators.

1. How long have you been writing in general?

I was a late bloomer to the writing scene, as I was primarily a reader. I finally started to write in 2019, after I had gotten very angry about a crucial detail in a fanfic that I had read in another fandom. I was 36 years old at the time, and I finally had the urge to write. My first piece wound up being a songfic that I had written for a Big Bang in another fandom, but I had started writing sporadically ever since. 

2. How long have you been drawing in general?

I’ve been drawing ever since I could remember, and art class was one of my favorite subjects. I started creating art under the name PenPaperInk&Paint during the 2020 pandemic, as I had started a YouTube channel for it at the time, mostly dealing in time-lapsed traditional art with mixed media. My YouTube channel is currently undergoing a rebranding, but most of my art can be found on Instagram under @pen.ink.artworks.

3. How long have you been creating for the fandom, and what’s your favorite part of the process? 

I had started creating for Miraculous in late 2020, starting with a one-shot based off of the song “Loyal, Brave, & True”. Something about these two precious, innocent dorks grabbed my attention and refused to let go. I started creating artwork for the fandom a few months later, learning digital art while creating some small graphics to be published in the Miraculous Fanworks Discord Server Newsletter. My favorite part of both processes is getting lost in a scene, usually while writing or reading, and then wanting to draw those scenes.

4. Has there been anything in particular that influences your style?

For writing, I’m usually inspired by music, as nearly all of my stories are songfics of some kind. Before the server had announced the “Spin The Record” challenge, I was already drawing up plans for writing “You Will Be Found”, which was my very first foray into writing a multi-chapter story. Other times, the story ideas that pop into my head are based on conversations held in the MF discord server, like my one-shot called “The Spice of Life”.

For drawing… I hate doing lineart. I will do everything in my power to not do lineart. If this means that I spend hours in shading hell to make a piece look good, then so be it. It’s infinitely better than the frustration that I get when doing lineart.

5. Do you have any advice you’d like to give to other creators?

Create what you can, wherever and whenever you can. As a full-time working mom, I try to sneak in some form of creating fanwork in-between working with customers, during lunch breaks, when the Kid is doing his homework, or I voice record story ideas as I drive home from work. Sometimes my husband will find me awake at 2 am trying to finish a story idea or a drawing (he works nights, so this does happen). Try not to ruin your sleep schedule, though, advises the insomniac. 

6. How do you think the identity reveal is going to go? Feel free to write/draw something quick if you want to!

“Ladybug,” Su-Han intoned gravely. “You’ve made a mistake. You know what the consequence is.”

Pure panic overcame her face before Chat turned towards the monk. “I promised her that I would help retrieve the Miraculous. That offer does not extend to you.”

“Kitty…”

“You do not have a choice, Chat Noir,” Su-Han declared. “You are a Miraculous holder, and according to the rules, you will help the Guardians retrieve them.”

“The only Guardian I acknowledge is her,” Chat growled. “I don’t know who you are. Ladybug is the only Guardian whom I have my faith and trust in. I will only be loyal to her.”

His words took the monk by surprise, even knowing that the holder of destruction was steadfast in his loyalty to Ladybug. 

He had not counted on this, though he should have known to expect the unexpected from these two. 

“Then I have no other choice,” Su-Han muttered just loud enough for the two teenagers to hear. “If this is how you choose to face this challenge, and to keep Ladybug’s memories intact, then you must do so without any secrets between yourselves.”

“Do you mean…?”

“Yes,” the monk replied. “You must reveal your identities to each other.”

You can find Day on Tumblr @day-writingdaydreams​, on Instagram as pen.ink.artworks, and on Archive of Our Own as WritingDaydreams. Some of her works include “As You Wish”, a Princess Bride AU; “You Will Be Found”, a work inspired by the musical Dear Evan Hansen; “The Spice of Life”, inspired by a conversation that took place on Miraculous Fanworks; a drawing inspired by Mikauzoran’s “Serendipity”; a drawing inspired by MiaBrown’s “pipe is what dreams are made of”; and a traditional piece depicting a Marichat version of the Adrinette dance.

Interested in being featured? Come join the server!

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[ms-maj]

it’s so nice (to be stoned)

all the credit to @bettycooper​ for her amazing beta skills and this beautiful header <3

Now listen to me brother and I'll tell you true

Marijuana is good for you

Breathe deeply

It's so nice to be stoned

It’s So Nice To Be Stoned- White Witch

Betty feels warm inside, like melted peanut butter, sticky and gooey from her brain to her toes, and she really, really likes it. She leans back farther into the decaying log, until she’s draped over it. Sweetwater River roars in the distance, the rapids sounding more like a freight train than a gentle lull of current. Of course, Spring tends to have that effect on the river with the melting snow and incessant rain. 

But it’s not raining today. 

Jughead’s sprawled on an old duvet they brought while trying to find a song that he calls “mood.” The joint went out, but it’s still stuck between his lips. She watches transfixed as it moves when he speaks, but the reality is, she often finds herself staring at him. He’s pretty, and she can’t help that she likes pretty things. 

(check out the rest below or here)

With an extraordinary amount of grace for someone as high as she is, Betty pushes herself from the log and lands on the blanket below her. Even through the duvet, she can feel how cold and damp the ground is as the twigs jab at her palms and knees. Jughead continues scrolling through his phone even after claiming that nothing will be more appropriate than the classic stylings of seventies rock. She crawls her way beside her boyfriend’s supine form and reaches toward his face to retrieve the half-smoked joint. 

“What the—” The action of pulling said joint from boyfriend’s unsuspecting lips may not have been the smartest move in hindsight, but as the phone falls from his surprised hands and lands right between his eyes, Betty cannot help but laugh.

And laugh she does. 

Rolling onto her back, Betty cackles as her boyfriend looks on unamused. 

“It was not that funny,” he tries to deflect as he sits up and rubs what looks to be a slight lump on his forehead. 

She clutches the joint in her right hand, the left swipes across her chest as her breathing starts to even out. “Oh, but it was, Jug.” With one last deep exhale, she sits up and sits cross-legged at her annoyed boyfriend’s face. 

Betty leans forward, her free hand tracing the long, lean line of Jughead’s leg until it slides from his body completely and dips to the blanket. A pout appears on his face as she pulls herself back but disappears just as quickly when the lighter she’s retrieved relights the joint now set between her lips. 

“It was not,” he mumbles through the cloud of smoke and puts the proffered joint to his own lips. He hits it lazily as the red spot on his forehead grows more pronounced against his smooth olive skin. She watches as the smoke pools around his mouth and spills from his lips before he sucks it all in. Her tongue darts out and wets her lips as he goes to pass it back to her—not noticing the arms slipping around her waist, squealing as Jughead hoists her into his lap.

Here, in the quiet sanctuary of the woods, away from the ever-glowing neon of Pop’s and mounting demands from impending adulthood, they can just be the kids they once dreamed of being. She never had anything against pot; she just never thought it would be her scene. Too many episodes where she wasn’t in control have pretty much obliterated her ability to let loose and have fun. Before, drinking always seemed like a preferable option to her, but now, alcohol and her meds do not mesh well. (Not to mention that hangovers are rarely ever worth it.) The occasional toke, on the other hand, actually does wonders for Betty’s tortured psyche. In these moments—when it’s just the two of them—Betty can freely be. There are no limitations or stipulations on how or what she feels. She’s able to verbalize and explore so many facets of her own mind when she’s high.

And when she’s with the man she loves.

She’s gotten high with their friends before, but she still feels like she’s walled up behind some kind of impenetrable barricade. With Jughead, he’s his weird, calming self just amplified, and she’s so comfortable in his presence her defenses never have a chance to form. High Jughead makes the mundane fascinating. He’s as dry and cynical as sober Jughead, but there’s a levity to his acerbic wit that shines so magnificently when he’s just slightly inebriated. Earlier, his observations on the migratory patterns of Canada gooses left her equal parts hysterical and intrigued. Three years later and she still can’t believe how lucky she is to get to see these parts of him.

Betty pushes a displaced curl from his brow and lays a featherlight kiss on the blemish that mars the skin there. The smoke softly curls around his head as she blows against the flesh. His head tilts up, lips pressing against her neck causing her to shiver.

“Cold, baby?” he whispers into her skin before pulling back and wrapping his lips around the joint between her fingers. 

“N-no,” she breathes out. Before she can react any further, his hand finds its way behind her head and pulls her face to his. The smoke from his lungs tastes sweeter on her tongue as he delves deeper into her mouth. 

It’s easy to get lost in this haze of lusty pheromones and killer kush—she’s found she likes it quite a bit actually—but here is not an ideal place to give in to such wanton desires. Not when the muddy spots soak through the blanket, and the wind starts to whip up the still lingering bits of dead forest floor into their peaceful bubble. 

As if sensing her wandering thoughts, Jughead breaks their kiss, takes what’s now officially a roach from Betty’s hands, and puts it back in the mint tin. “We do have the station wagon, Betts,” he waggles his brows, and with an excited yelp, Betty attempts to extricate herself from his strong embrace. 

It’s all giggles and flailing limbs as they race to the car, unable to keep their hands to themselves and too high on each other to care. It really is so nice to be stoned.

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #songfic writing challenge 2019 #yes yes i know #*2020 #i'll finish it someday

[aam-loves]

It’s heeeeerrrreeee! I made it🙈 it took me ages.

Day 15: a song that's a cover of another artist

Song: Daft Punk - Get lucky

This my first experience writing light smut and I’m anxious about posting it😳

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“Jug, man, you have to come out of your cave and get some already!” Archie whined.

Jughead looked around his penthouse theatrically “Don’t see anything wrong with my cave”

“Are you kidding me? It’s Friday evening!” Archie rounded his eyes.

“Yeah, and I’m perfectly fine with spending it with books, pizza and video games, it could be even better if you joined me and I’d beat you ass”

“Come oooon, Jug, you are spending way too much time working already, you need to go out, see people, get laid!”

“I don’t need to get laid” Jughead muttered.

“When even was last time you were with woman?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because!” Archie threw his hands in the air “Look, Jug, just go out with me, we’ll have a couple of drinks and maybe get lucky with a nice girl. Just do it and I’ll be off your back for some time”

Jughead squeezed his eyes and surrendered “Fine”

***

Jughead Jones stood in his bathroom getting ready for the evening. He looked at himself in the mirror. It’s still him, the same stormy blue eyes, unruly black hair and lean toned body even at almost 30. But something was different, he didn’t feel himself. He lacked inspiration. His book series made him wealthy, but he was stuck now. He wanted to start writing something new, but there was not a single word in his head that he wanted to print. It was like he burnt himself out. He didn’t want this life. No, having money was good, especially after being poor for the most of his life, but he got tired of everything this money could offer him. He missed the feeling of overwhelming inspiration, the words pouring out of him on pages, drinking coffee not out of habit, but to keep energy up so he could write more.

He didn’t know what he had to do to return this feeling, but at least he could make his best friend happy and go out with him tonight. Maybe he could get lucky with some girl, that was really too long since he was with a woman.

***

After 3 hours in a bar Jughead abandons all hope for a hookup. He had to reject 3 rather beautiful ladies. They just didn’t do it for him. It seems he reached the state where he can’t be sexually attracted to a woman if everything she can talk about is celebrity gossip, Instagram or how many calories are in this drink.

He sees Archie approaching their table, leading an attractive Latina girl with his hand on her back and some blonde girl behind them.

“Here we are” he hears Archie saying to the girl coming up to their table. “Jug! Look who decided to join us, this is Veronica” he points to the Latina girl and she primly shakes his hand.

As Veronica slides to take a seat on the opposite side of the booth Archie introduces the second girl “and this is Betty”, he quips and sits next to Veronica.

Betty shakes Jughead’s hand and stands awkwardly by the table. She is pretty, blonde wavy hair, big doe eyes and bubblegum pink lipstick that matches her dress. His checking her out is interrupted by Archie clearing his throat. Jughead’s eyes shoot to his and Archie lifts his brows tilting his head in Betty’s direction. Jughead is confused for a second, then he realizes that he has to scoot for Betty to sit down next to him. As soon as he does so, Archie turns to Veronica and they properly forget about their friends. Jughead almost groans and prepares himself to listen about the amount of calories in martini.

“So... Archie told us you are a writer” he hears her soft voice.

“Uh... yeah”

“What do you write?”

“It’s crime fiction, I don’t know if you’ve heard about “Blood in the river” book series... um, I wrote them”

“Oh my god! I have all of them! They are so good, I get captured in the book so much I forget to eat sometimes. Did you really write them?” her big green eyes are sparkling in the lights of the club.

Jughead is surprised and amused, usually girls in clubs don’t really know what crime fiction is, lest read his books.

“Yeah.... yeah, I did. And what is that you do?”

“Um... I’m getting my PhD in Industrial Engineering and Operations Research, last year now. And I work in the library part time.”

At that he is stunned. Like who is this this girl? She doesn’t look like a gear head at all. And she likes reading crime fiction. He sits there just looking at her when he registers she is speaking again.

“... I like to restore vintage cars when I have time, mom hates it, but that’s my and dad’s bonding time” she chuckles.

Ok, she is pretty, no, beautiful, actually, now that he’s had a chance to look at her properly he can see she’s really beautiful. And she is obviously smart.

He gulps down his dry throat “you are an enigma, Betty”.

A beautiful smile appears on her face and she looks at her lap blushing.

She is so adorable and alluring at the same time. He wants to take her home, spend a night with her, date her, marry her, have children with her.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, he really can’t imagine her in this world. Loud clubs full of drunk rotten people.

“Sometimes all of it becomes too much and V drags me to some club or bar for good fun”

“Well, I think I just got really lucky this night, it would be really upsetting not to get to meet you”

***

He lifts her and places on the kitchen isle without interrupting the kiss, that becomes more and more heated by every second.

They spent all night talking, at some point their bodies drifted closer on the bench seat, his hand found its place on her thigh and she bit her lip while her eyes darkened. Veronica and Archie were making out opposite them and when they decided to go to Veronica’s place, Jughead offered Betty to continue at his place, to have some vine and... talk.

At some point her subtle glances and constant biting of her lip became unbearable. He cupped her face and connected their lips. She eagerly responded and even deepened the kiss. He backed her to the isle and here are they now.

He moves to kiss her neck and slips a strap of her dress lowering his mouth to her shoulder and collar bone. Her hands are in his hair, holding his head to her and he is gripping her hips with such force, he thinks there will be bruises in the morning.

She crosses her ankles behind his back and pulls him closer, so that his crotch collides with her heat where her dress has lifted up her hips.

She starts grinding into him and unbuttoning his shirt. He groans feeling himself getting harder and returns to her lips.

“Jug....” she pants against his lips

“What do you want, baby?”

Betty moves her hands to pull his shirt off him and whispers “I want you to touch me”.

He surges forward to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, tips of his fingers teasing the skin on her inner thighs, thumbs rubbing the crease near her core, feeling the edge of her lace panties.

She nearly whimpers from frustration and overwhelming need and tugs his hair.

Jughead slips his finger into her panties and tugs her dress and bra lower to reveal her breast at the same time. A low moan escapes Betty’s mouth when his lips capture one of her nipples and his nimble fingers slide through her soaked folds. She is so wet, it was never like this before.

When his fingers find her bundle of nerves pulsing with need she looses all coherent thoughts, but moves her hands to his belt buckle anyways.

He moves to her other breast slipping one finger inside her, she arches her back, pressing her chest into his face and her head falls back with a loud moan.

The sounds she makes and the way she responds to him make him dizzy with want. He finally leaves her full breasts, nipples wet and puckered, as she slips her hand under his boxers and wraps him with her delicate fingers. Her hand so soft, but her grip firm and oh so good, he groans burying his face in her neck and tugs her underwear down her long legs while she pumps him slowly.

“I can’t wait anymore, I need to be inside you” he whines, hips bucking into her hand.

“Take me” she whispers and it’s all he needs.

He manages to fish a foil packet out of the back pocket of his jeans just before the slip down his legs.

He slips into her slowly and it’s the best feeling ever. He fucks her hard right there on the kitchen isle and then once more slowly but passionately in bed.

It’s almost sunrise when they lay in his bed, properly sated and he wants to keep her here, beside him, look at her in the morning, bring her coffee to bed and then maybe take a walk in the park and talk some more. He wants to tell her all of this, but he is so deliciously exhausted that his eyes close themselves and he falls asleep with a smile on his lips.

***

She can’t fall asleep, she feels his breath even and steady where her head lies on his chest. She carefully detangles herself and slips from bed. She turns to look at him, sleeping peacefully. He came to the club for a hookup and she shouldn’t delude herself into a fantasy, no matter how good they seemed to each other. She sighs, picks her clothes walking through his apartments and leaves.

***

Jughead wakes up with a smile, anticipating a sweet morning with a blonde goddess, but this smile quickly leaves his face when he realizes he is in bed alone. After inspecting the apartment he understands she left while he was sleeping and she didn’t bother to leave a phone number. He is frustrated and angry for a moment, he feels used. But he refuses to take it. It felt too good to just let it go. And he doesn’t mean just sex, she is incredible and anyone would be a fool to skip his chance with her.

It takes him about 20 phone calls to wake up Archie and he exhales relieved when he finds out that Betty’s friend is still with him. Then it takes him about 30 minutes of explaining and begging Veronica to organize him a meeting with Betty, as she refuses to give her phone number.

Now he has to wait until the agreed time. Meanwhile he finds himself reaching for his laptop and words pouring out of him. She pushed something in his head, he feels inspired just after talking to her.

When the time comes he goes to a little Italian restaurant Veronica set the meeting in. He is nervous as if he is a teenager again.

Betty is already sitting at the table, her eyes on the menu. He quietly walks to the table and slips into the sit opposite to her.

“Finally, V, I swear your cryptic messages...” she lifts her head and trails off, eyes rounding.

“Hi, Betts”

“Jug... what are you... why?”

“I was really upset when I found out you left this morning without me saying you just how amazing you are and that there are at least several dozens of books we need to discuss, a handful of conspiracy theories I need to share with you and some surfaces we have to defile”

When she doesn’t say anything back and just sits there stunned and gapes at him, he becomes nervous.

“That is unless you don’t want to, than I’ll just leave you to have a nice Italian dinner and go drown myself in self pity”

At that she seems to return to herself.

“Oh my god, Jug. Of course, of course I want to”

“Well, than, I guess yesterday I got really lucky” he smirks and she blushes prettily.

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #songfic #bughead #betty cooper #riverdale #jughead jones #betty x jughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper and jughead jones #fanfiction #bughead fic

[purple-spring]

songfic day 21: check yes juliet

Betty’s window: a history.

(Inspired by “Check Yes Juliet” by We The Kings.)

...

They’re ten.

He still rides his bike through the dark streets of Riverdale every Saturday, when his father’s had too much to drink, and his mother’s too preoccupied with Jellybean to look after him properly. Some nights, he knocks on the door of the Andrews home, where Fred and Mary have already stockpiled his favourite snacks, and Archie is bouncing up and down in excitement because having Jughead over means he could stay up late playing video games.

Other nights, he grabs the ladder that he knows the Coopers always leave out, props it up against the wall below Betty’s window, and climbs up, where she is waiting with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk, and a pile of Goosebumps books that they stay up reading while sitting back to back.

“You know you can always just talk to my mom, right?” she says. “You don’t have to climb in through the window all the time.”

“Are you kidding?” he replies, his mouth full of cookies. “No way. Your mom’s, like, the scariest person in Riverdale.

They giggle because it’s true, and she passes him another cookie.

Jughead doesn’t add that he happens to like it this way: that he and Betty can share something apart from their friendship with Archie, something secret, and that – as far as he knows – although Archie is certainly welcome through the front door, he’s the only one who gets in through the window.

…

They’re thirteen.

His father’s having a really bad night, and although Archie has the new Tekken game, something in him wants cookies and quiet company over button mashing and yelling at the TV. So he makes his way over to Betty’s window.

But something’s not right. Betty’s pink curtains are half-closed, and Alice Cooper is peeking out from the side, glaring out into the dark.

She knows.

His stomach sinks. He hides himself in the bushes and crawls back over to the Andrews home.

They never recover those quiet hours reading together in her room. But every Monday morning for the rest of that year, she passes him a small parcel of cookies.

Just in case.

…

They’re sixteen.

It wasn’t something he’d planned. How does one even plan falling, forward movement, unstoppable motion? He’s a goner the moment she slides open her window, so much so that he calls her Juliet, and it’s a corny joke, but she smiles anyway, and lets him in.

He doesn’t know that he means to kiss her until the last possible moment, when he feels himself hurtling towards her lips and is startled by their shape beneath his own – how well they fit together, how strange and wonderful she tastes on his tongue.

They stop, but only when they get to a break in the case. She says, to be continued, and although he should be thinking about finding that damned car, he is fixated on that kiss, and how he is to get the next one.

...

They’re seventeen.

He lives here now, with his family. And so it is she who does the climbing this time – up the ladder, into the room.

And on top of him.

He takes to sleeping naked because there is no preamble, no pretense needed in these midnights when she craves his body, just as he craves hers. He throws off the sheets the minute he hears the window opening, and though he has no words for the shape of her body crawling towards him in the moonlight, he memorises it. He could probably sketch it, if he had to.

She knows every creak in the room, and so when she beckons him into the bathroom, he knows they’ll be loud. She turns the water on, full steam, as he fucks her against the shower door, watching her flesh writhe and press against the glass, sticking a finger into her mouth for her to suck on and stifle her moans.

It is these nights that he lives for - when they are wet and spent on the bed, when she is too tired to climb back out.

That way, he gets to hold her until dawn.

…

They’re twenty-one.

The house is being sold. He’d never really changed anything before leaving for college, so she’s packing up her stuff to move back to their apartment in New York.

There is a box full of her mementoes that he had entrusted to Jellybean; he tells Betty that it’s on the top shelf of the closet. She’s sentimental, so he knows that she’s about to go through it item by item: old pictures, report cards, notes he’d written to her in class.

That’s exactly why he left it all the way at the bottom: the small, black velvet box he bought more than a year ago and left with his sister for safekeeping. Was there anywhere better than here to ask the question? Where it all began, and where another chapter will begin again?

When she gets to it, she gasps, and turns. He’s already on one knee.

“Say yes, Juliet.”

#paperlesscrown writes #songfic writing challenge 2019 #a song you like with a name in the title #bughead #bughead fanfiction #fluff with a side of smut!

[screamingintosilence]

Any Way for Your Birthday

Songfic writing challenge Day 7

Any Way You Want It - Journey

Very much NSFW

Also now on AO3! xx

“Yes, Juggie! Yes! Don't stop, baby,” her fingers tangled in his dark locks, pulling roughly as she held his face to her chest, her head falling back in ecstasy.

The slight pain just caused more pleasure to streak down his spine, knowing that it was him that was causing her to lose control. He growled against her collarbone before resuming his biting and sucking, leaving a necklace of hickies in his wake.

He pulled his head back enough to take in the image of her in his lap, her lids closed and golden curls falling to her waist where he was gripping her. His hips kept thrusting in time with hers as his free hand reached between them to stroke over her bundle of nerves just the way she liked.

She had looked like this just hours ago when he found her at the club Veronica and Josie had dragged her to. Going to a club definitely wasn't his first choice of ways he wanted to spend his Saturday night, but Archie and Sweet Pea had dragged him out with promises of seeing the blonde from across the hall that he had been crushing on for months now.

The three guys had quite quickly become close knit with the three girls across the hall not long after the girls had moved in, Betty having made a pie to introduce themselves (which Jughead refused to share).

“And how, exactly, do you know that all three of them are going to a club? I know for a fact Betty prefers watching Netflix on Saturdays.”

“And how do you know that, Jones? Stalker much?” Sweet Pea ribbed.

“Because she always comes over to watch something with me when you four are out doing exactly this, Pea Brain. Clubbing.” He waved at the club clothes that his best friends were wearing with mild distaste.

“Ronnie said Betty's birthday starts at midnight and they always take her out for it, no exceptions, even if she protests,” Archie chimed in helpfully, trying to keep the peace like always.

“Ok, but why do I have to go?” Jughead emphasized.

“Well two little chickadees mentioned how a mini Coop has been having a rather hard time lately, and could really use a hand - or more - from her Juggie.” Sweet Pea was grinning like he was the cat that ate the fucking canary.

“Fuck you, you're lying,” Jug sneered out, willing the images of Betty - in bed, naked, and moaning his name as she touched herself - to get out of his head before he had a very obvious problem.

“He's actually not, for once,” Archie choked though his laugh and fierce blushing. “Ronnie was complaining about how often they'd come home to buzzing and very loud calls for ‘Juggie’ and ‘don't stop’. But since she is the only one of them not getting dicked, they can't really tell her to just, not.”

“Fuck,” Jughead ran his hand over his mouth in disbelief. His dream girl was imaging him while getting off. “Fuck… Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah, you can be doing that later, Romeo. But you need to go get the girl first,” Sweet Pea flicked his forehead, trying to snap his friend out of it.

“Fuck. Ok. Fuck.” He stumbled over his own feet in a hasty retreat to his bedroom to throw on something that would be deemed ‘good enough’ for a club.

30 minutes later found them being led into Veronica Lodge's favorite night club, a sensual and exclusive affair that oozed money and heavy bass beats, after the young Latina assured the bouncer “They are with me.”

He could already make out Betty on the dance floor, getting lost in the music, his eyes seemingly always able to pick her out in a crowd.

“You’ll do,” Veronica said from somewhere on his right before he felt her drag him onto the dance floor to join Josie and Betty as Sweet Pea and Archie followed closely behind.

Betty was facing away from him as they approached, Veronica unsubtly shoving him the direction of the sexy blonde, making waving motions with her hands as if to say ‘get to it.’

Keeping in mind what Archie and Sweets had told him earlier, he felt a confidence he had never really felt before surge through him. She wanted him. She dreamed of him. She touched herself to him. Images of her once again flooded his brain as the rest of his blood flooded farther south.

He reached out his arm to wrap around her taught waist, pulling her ass flush with his erection. He felt her squirm, knowing she probably thought he was another handsy asshole groping her.

Thinking fast he squeezed her waist a little tighter and lowered his head to her ear so she'd hear him over the music. “Hey there, Juliet. Heard you were waiting on your Romeo.” His voice came out slightly hoarse from having her lithe body in his arms.

Tilting her chin up and back so she could finally see that it was him, green eyes locked on blue and he felt her relax into his embrace.

“Juggie,” she breathed out, her hand reaching back to thread her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Her hips ground back into his, confirming what they all had told him already. She wanted this.

“You came.”

“Anything for you, Betty Cooper.” If his voice could possibly get any huskier, he's sure it would. Her eyelids feel shut as she pulled his face to hers, their lips just brushing in a tease of what they both really wanted.

She pulled back with a small smile. “Just a little longer,” her smokey eyes pleaded with his. “It's my birthday after all.”

“Well, what the birthday girl wants, she shall get.” She shivered in his arms and grinded further into him.

They danced for another hour, practically dry humping on the dance floor. His face was buried in her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin, her small moans working them both up even more.

For once he didn't care what he looked like, he finally had his ultimate dream girl in his arms, rocking her body with his, wanting him as much as he wanted her. They complimented each other and balanced each other out perfectly.

“Let me take you home, baby. Let me treat you the way you need, the way you deserve,” he growled as he gripped her hips in an almost bruising manner and her head fell back against his shoulder, nodding in assent.

It took them a lot longer to make it to the apartment building, situated a few blocks from the club, due to the constant breaks they took for Jughead to press her against the closets building to devour her mouth and neck, hands wandering in places that was far from appropriate in public spaces.

Their clothes didn't last long once they crossed the threshold of the boys’ apartment. Betty's little black dress was all but torn in half in Jughead’s haste to have her free of it. The same could not be said for his own shirt as a few buttons flew free in Betty's hurry to rid him of the offending article.

“I'll fix it later,” she said between kisses.

“I really don't fucking care, Betts,” he gripped her behind her thighs, hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around him, the black lace of her bra, garter belt, thigh highs, and underwear teasing him in the best way.

“God, you're so fucking gorgeous. Did my good girl wear this just for me?” He saw her preen at this praise. Interesting.

“Yes,” she purred while rocking herself against him, making him almost drop her. “Bed. Take me to bed. I need you.” He could feel her wetness on his stomach where her core rested against him.

He couldn't move fast enough to his room, tossing her on the bed and enjoying the view of her breasts bouncing with the motion, Betty looking only slightly stunned at the unexpected action.

Her eyes blinked slowly as she rested back on her elbows, one knee bent and showing her body off in the most tantalizing fashion.

“God, baby girl. You look so fucking pretty.”

She let a noise as her hips rocked to and fro, trying to find a little bit of release to his words.

“Does my girl like it when I tell her how good she is?”

She let out a nod before her head dropped back and her hand reached to play with her nipple.

He climbed over her quickly, taking both of her hands in his and pushed them over her head into the mattress.

“You're the birthday girl, baby. Let me worship you.” He nipped her bottom lip to free it from where she was biting down on it. She whimpered in the most delicious manner.

“How?”

“Any way you want it, baby. This is all about you.” She whined and arched her body into his.

“I want to be on top. I want to ride your face,” she admitted.

“Fuck. Yes, baby. Fuck, let me taste you.” Making sure he had a secure grip on her, he flipped them so they were chest to chest with her slight weight on top.

He tapped her bottom, signaling her to crawl up so her core was at his face. He ran his fingers lightly over where her panties sat on her hips, looking up at the vision above him.

“This is what you want? You want me?” He needed the verbal confirmation, the assurance that she had given physically throughout the night needed to be said vocally so he knew for sure.

She sat back on his chest, cognizant to not rest her weight on him. Her fingers stroked through his hair in a loving caress as she bit her bottom lip, looking down at him in complete admiration.

“From the moment I met you, Jug, I knew it'd be you. For months, Juggie, you're all I could think about. And I think…” she paused, unsure.

He brushed his thumb over her hip bone in reassurance, his hand bringing one of her palms to his mouth, kissing over the scars he knew where there from when she had let him in on a part of her past a month ago.

“What, baby? Tell me. I'm right here with you.”

“I think…” she took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. Her fingers laced with his to ground herself. “I think I'm falling in love with you.”

She felt him let out a huge breath, wiggling under her to try and sit up. She scooted down his body so he would have enough room, and once he sat up, he gripped the side of her neck, making sure her eyes stayed locked with his.

“You,” he pulled her in for a kiss, “are everything. I'm right there with you.” Another kiss, his tongue probing into her mouth, the velvet taste of her intoxicating. “And God, I'm falling in love with you too.”

Her smile was blinding and she threw her arms him, lips finding his in blissful passion.

“Happy birthday to me,” he laughed at how cute she was being.

“It might be your birthday, baby girl, but I want to finish my dessert,” he laid back down and tugged at her hips so she'd crawl back to where she had been, situating her pussy over his mouth.

He could smell the heady aroma of her and nuzzled his nose into her lips, relishing in her scent. His tongue swiped one long lick up her slit over the fabric of her panties.

“As delicious and sexy as these are, I want them off,” he growled and reached over to his bedside table for his pocket knife that he kept them.

Her eyes grew wide at the glint of metal, but not in fear. If anything, Jughead saw her pupils grow impossibly larger, nearly blacking out all the green.

“Yes,” dropped from her lips and it was all the consent he needed to cut each side of the barrier between him and his prize flinging both the knife and the scrap of fabric off into the abyss of his room.

His hands gripped her hips, hauling her so her dripping core was flush to his mouth.

The first real taste of her had him groaning and his eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy, the feeling of his tongue on her making her jerk and thread her fingers once more into his hair.

And then began their dance of him trying to hold her steady and she'd buck over him, losing all sense of self in the erotic feeling of his tongue licking, circling, and sucking her clit while the fingers of a free hand insterted one, then two, the three fingers where she needed them most.

He tortured her the smallest bit, bringing her to the brink to back off, letting her come down a little even though she whined and protested. He repeatedly this three more times before giving into her pleas, sucking her juices down as she came all over his face, screaming his name in pure euphoria.

She fell slightly limp above him, supporting herself on her elbows so as to not completely smother him.

“I think you ruined all foods for me, Betts. Even burgers.”

She let out a breathy laugh before pushing herself up enough to wiggle herself down his body until her mouth could meet his.

Tasting herself on him was causing her to get turned on again, recovering far quicker than normal in anticipation of finally getting to experience what it was like to have him inside her.

“I want to ride you. I need you inside me.” His hips bucked at her admission, his tip brushing against her folds making them both moan at the sensation.

“Yes. Ride me, Betty. Whatever you want, I'm here for you. Ride me like the good girl I know you are.”

Her core pulsed at his words. “Yes.”

He pushed them both into a sitting position, a move that caused him to almost slip into her.

“Wait, I need -” he reached out to the side table to grab a condom.

“No,” she put her hand on his arm to stop him. “I'm on birth control. I just want you, all of you, tonight.”

He breathed deeply, his eyes on hers, seeing that she was being sincere. He pulled her in for a kiss.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” His hand reached around to unhook her bra, finally freeing her boobs of their confines. He leaned down to quickly suck a nipple between his lips.

She arched against him, lifting onto her knees so he could reach between them and help line himself up with her. She lowered herself onto him, her liquid heat taking him whole, their breaths leaving them as he bottomed out inside of her.

Which is where they were at now.

“Don't stop,” she repeated as her nails raked down his back, his hips thrusting and fingers circling her clit.

“I'm so close, Juggie. I'm so close,” she whimpered.

“Let go, baby.” He resumed sucking one of her nipples, the sensation just what she needed to send her spiraling over the edge, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

Her pussy was squeezing his cock and he had never felt anything else so mind blowing, he own release quickly following hers as he continued to pump into her until they both were boneless and he pulled her down on top of him as he laid back.

She kept letting out little noises as her body continued to twitch, slowly coming down from the high she'd had been riding.

“You were amazing. God, you felt so amazing, Betts. You've completely ruined me, so just know you'll have to stick with me forever.”

She hummed in contentment.

“That doesn't sound too bad,” she smiled into his chest. “This was officially the best birthday.”

His fingers played along her spine.

“Give me ten minutes and some water, and I'll make it even better,” he dropped kiss into her hair as she giggled.

“Ok,” she snuggled deeper into him, letting her eyes slip closed for a quick power nap before resuming her birthday activities.

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #Riverdaleevents #riverdale kink week #a song to drive to #bughead #write your own smutventure #smut to the nth degree #it's so steamy in here i can't see the door #any way you want it #journey #riverdale #smut #they got very naughty and wanted more than a drabble #my writing #day 7 #paperlesscrown inspires #paperlesscrown

[mieteve-minijoma]

Songfic Day 13: Wonderful Tonight

Day 13: A song you like from the 70’s: Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton

Jughead Jones just had his very first book release party and spent the night celebrating with his beautiful wife Betty. 

As he watches her removing her jewelry, he can’t help but stare at her and appreciate the fact that he is so lucky to be the one who gets to love her. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he knows he is never letting it go.

*****

Jughead Jones can vividly remember the first time he’d laid eyes on his wife, Betty. 

He was a scared little boy from the rough side of town that no one wanted and she was pure sunbeams with pigtails that everyone loved. 

They were actually in the same kindergarten class at Riverdale Elementary School along with Archie Andrews, who he knew because their Dad's were best friends.

That first day at recess, Jughead sat alone under the shade of a tree when he heard the voice of an angel.

"Can I sit with you?" He looked up to see Betty, clutching a book to her chest and twisting the toe of her patent leather shoes in the dirt.

He agreed and smiled when she shared her snack with him. From that day on, they were the best of friends.

***

He could remember the day he realized he had a crush on Betty. 

He was 12 years old the day that Gladys Jones packed up her bags, along with his 7 year old sister, and took off to Toledo while Jughead was at school. He didn't even find out until later that night after coming home from Pop's.

She left him a note saying she loved him but that he was too much of a reminder of FP. The way he looked, his sarcastic attitude, even his temper. They were all traits from his father. 

Secretly Jughead believed that it had more to do with the fact that she blames him for being trapped with FP for so long. Had he never been born, her life would be different.

He ran to the only person who he knew he could trust. Betty. He ran as fast as he could, sneaking quietly up the trellis beside her window, peaking in before he knocked.

Betty turned, grinning until she saw the tears in Jughead's eyes. She threw her window open, dragging him inside and checking him over to see if he was hurt.

"Juggie? What's wrong? Are you hurt? You're scaring me," she whispered, cupping his cheeks as she wiped his tears.

"She left me behind, Betts. She took Jelly but she left me behind," he sniffled, handing her the letter. He watched tears spring to her eyes as she read the words, his heart breaking even more.

"Oh, Juggie," she choked.

"Why wasn't I enough, Betts?" Jughead sobbed as he crumbled into Betty's arms. 

"Shhh, it's ok Jug, you're enough. This is not on you, this is on her, she's wrong Juggie," Betty lifted his head from her chest, wiping away his tears.

"To me, you will always be enough," she whispered, kissing him on his forehead before clinging to him again.

***

He remembers the day he first realized he was in love with Betty Cooper. 

He had been dragged into the sheriff's station for questioning on Jason Blossom's murder and he was terrified.

His Dad had shown up late and drunk, causing a scene in front of Betty and the two Andrews men, but finally relenting and telling Jug he would be better off with Fred for awhile.

That night he snuck over to see Betty. When he climbed up the ladder he found her sitting on her bed in tiny shorts and a t-shirt. She smiled when she saw him and waved him inside.

"Are you sure your parents won't catch us?" Jughead asked worriedly.

"Dad is at a conference in Greendale and Mom is on an all night stake out at Pop's, hoping to catch more illegal dealings," Betty smiled, kissing him softly. "It's just us tonight."

They spend the evening talking, cuddling, and making out pretty hot and heavy. When Betty hesitating caught his attention, he pulled back to see something brewing in her eyes: lust.

"Juggie, I want more. Maybe not everything, but I want to make you feel good. I want us to go a little further, please," Jughead swallowed, nodding as he watched her crawl down his body and slowly undo his pants.

"Just relax, Jug. I will make you feel so good," she whispered before bringing him to ecstasy several times that night. 

He finally fell asleep spooning the beautiful blonde goddess and he knew he loved her more than anything else.

***

There had been several more days of realization for him: when he knew he wanted her to move in and when he knew he wanted to propose, but today trumped all other days for them.

Jughead had spent the majority of the day in a near panicked state. That night was the release of his first book and he was terrified. He knew that he had the most capable agent in the world, his beautiful wife Betty Jones, but he was still freaked out. 

He'd tried writing, working out, hell even one of those fancy bubble baths that Betty always raved about but nothing seemed to be working. He was super nervous and with Betty running around getting things ready, she wouldn't be home until after.

He really appreciated everything Betty did for him in his everyday life. She kept him sane and completed his heart. He'd felt bad the last few weeks because she'd been working so hard that she was making herself sick and it worried him.

It wasn't until he'd seen her at the party, looking elegant as always while still making the night run smoothly, did he actually start to breathe.

He watched her smile at him, that smile that was just for him, and got to thinking again about how lucky he was to have her. She was the best thing in his life and he wouldn't have made it this far without her.

After the party, as he watched her remove her jewelry, he couldn’t help but stare at her and appreciate the fact that he is so lucky to be the one who gets to love her. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he knows he's never letting it go.

"Dance with me?" He says, locking eyes  with her in the mirror. She spun around, smiling as she started her playlist and swirled around their bedroom together. She stopped after a minute and smiled slyly.

"Wait here, I have something for you," she ran over to her dresser, pulling out a thin square box with a ribbon. The tag read 'To My Favorite Author'.

"What's this?" He smiled.

"Just open it, Juggie," she beamed, biting the side of her lip. He slowly untied the ribbon, lifting the lid off the box and gasping as tears filled his eyes.

"Betts? Is this?" Jughead whispered, tears now cascading down his cheeks and smiling when he sees the same look on Betty's face.

In the box was a framed black and white picture of what looked like a tiny bean with a note attached to it.

'You may be Mommy's favorite author, but to me, you'll always be my favorite everything. Can't wait to meet you, Daddy! Love - Bean'

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #songs from the 70's #bughead fanfiction #bughead #betty cooper #betty x jughead #betty and jughead #bettyxjughead #betty #riverdale jughead #jughead jones #jughead #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #drabbles #drabble

[jjonesin4]

Songfic Writing Challenge

Day 26: A song that makes you want to fall in love

I Could Fall in Love, Selena

Jughead is sitting at his desk staring at a blank screen. His fingers are on the keyboard, but not a single word is coming to mind. He is about to slam the top of his laptop down in frustration when his roommate bounds into his room with his eyes on his cell phone.

“Dude, what’s your favorite dessert?’ Archie asks in his standard tone that Jughead thinks of as genuine, dude-bro excitement.

“Archie, what kind of question is that? I love all dessert. Why do you ask?” Jughead responds in his standard sardonic, loner- weirdo tone.

“Betty wanted to know. Remember, she’s coming to stay with us for spring break. She should be here sometime tomorrow.”

“As discussed, I don’t mind your childhood best friend staying on our couch for a week, but don’t expect me to interact much. Also, she doesn’t have to bribe me with Oreos to visit.”

“It’s funny that you think she’s referring to store bought cookies,” Archie responds with a chuckle.

“Why is that funny?” Jughead asks prickling in annoyance.

“You’ll understand when you meet Betty,” Archie says with a shrug before he leaves Jughead’s room.

Jughead shakes off the odd exchange and tries to bring his attention back to the blinding white of his laptop screen.

*****************************************

The next day Jughead is climbing up the stairs of his apartment building because the elevator is out again. He is ready to forget his terrible week working at the student writing center. It’s the last day of midterms, so it has been a hellish week of proofreading and editing hopeless papers written by desperate procrastinators.

He reaches the third flight of stairs and his stomach emits a loud grumble. All he had time for today was the stale coffee at the writing center. In his irritated state, Jughead thinks he might pass out on the steps from starvation.

The promise of a large bowl of Fruit Loops motivates him to make it up that last flight of stairs to his apartment. As he walks towards his door the aroma of roasted garlic, savory meat, tomatoes, and fresh herbs overwhelms his senses. His mouth starts to salivate and he seriously considers knocking on every door on the floor to find where this heavenly meal is being prepared and offering his first born for a plate.

Jughead manages to resist this impulse and fumbles his key into the lock of his front door. He’s muttering to himself about the lucky bastard of a neighbor that can’t even appreciate such a lovingly crafted meal when he looks to the right at their tiny kitchen.

His heart stops. There, in his kitchen, is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen layering sheets of pasta, meat sauce, and cheese into what he knows will be the best lasagna he will ever eat.

She has a frilly, pink apron on over her soft looking light blue sweater and jeans. Her blonde ponytail bobs and hips sway to the music playing from her phone. She looks so relaxed and free as she hums and expertly assembles their dinner. Jughead has to remind himself to breathe.

Suddenly, she turns around. Jughead notices a warm smile on her perfect face as she wipes her hands on the dish towel that was slung over her shoulder a moment ago. Her dazzling green eyes meet his and he knows in that instant that he could fall in love with her. Whoever she is.

She thankfully interrupts this train of thought before Jughead can do something stupid like take her in his arms and never let her go.

“Hi, I’m Betty. You must be Jughead,” she says warmly. “I’m so excited to finally meet you! Archie has told me so much about you! He’s at the gym and told me that I could stay behind to get dinner started. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Um, hi...yes...I’m Jughead,” he croaks out. 

Jughead takes a steadying breath, puts his backpack down, and regains some composure. 

“It’s very nice to meet you. I don’t mind you using the kitchen at all. Please make yourself at home.”

“Thank you so much! Archie didn’t know what your favorite dessert was so I made some chocolate chip cookies and put them on the coffee table,” she says as she points to the coffee table in the living room. Jughead’s eyes go round as he sees the heaping pile of cookies on one of their chipped plates.

“I also have a tiramisu in the fridge,” she continues. “Please let me know if you have any special requests for this week. I love to cook and bake in my very limited spare time and it’s so much better when I can make people’s favorites!”

Betty is beaming a megawatt smile at him and Jughead can see how genuinely happy she is to meet him and cook for him. He’s only known this girl for 2 minutes and already she makes him feel important and wanted. If he feels this warm from just her smile, he wonders how touching her would make him feel.

He should turn and walk away. He should keep this attraction to himself and never let her know.

“I made a little antipasto tray. I figured you and Archie might be hungry before dinner is ready,” she says in her angelic voice as she wrangles a tray filled with meats, cheeses, and olives out of the fridge.

Jughead’s stomach loudly rumbles making Betty giggle. She arches an eyebrow and a playful smirk graces her face. She places the tray on the raised island that doubles as their eating space.

“So, you want to keep me company while I cook? Sounds like you could use a snack,” she says.

Jughead knows it’s not right, but he doesn’t care. He pulls out a stool and takes a seat as Betty goes back to layering the lasagna. They enjoy a companionable silence as he savors the delicious combination of Italian meats and cheeses and Betty makes magic happen in their cramped kitchen. He could watch her forever.

If he doesn’t have forever, at least he has a week.

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #archie andrews #day 26 #a song that makes you want to fall in love #Selena #i could fall in love #the way to jughead's heart is through his stomach #and by just being betty cooper

[lanadeljones]

SongFic Day 1: “Red House”

    Jughead sits on the well worn leather seat, the air in the room is stagnant and instantly puts him on edge. Gripping the edge of the seat he contemplates leaving entirely, his fingers playing with the peeling leather while his mind wanders. Suddenly the room goes dark and a red glow washes over everything.

     He straightens his back and follows the design on the curtain fluttering before him, the odd pattern leads his eyes to the glimmering coin slot. Rolling the tokens in his fingers, he wondered what awaited him beyond the partition. An ancient buzzing filled the room as the partition slowly rose up, and with each inch that was shown the wider Jughead’s eyes grew.

     The blonde before him was the girl straight from him dreams, his very own Hitchcock blonde draped in black lace. He watched her green eyes widen when she looked up at him, she tilts her head and smiles coyly at him. With her delicate hands on the belt of her silky robe she starts to sway while her eyes drink him in. Jughead swallows thickly and sits closer to the edge of his seat, trying to get closer to this mesmerizing blonde in front of him.

     She turns away from him and looks over her shoulder, winking at him as she slowly lowers the silk and exposing more and more of her milky skin to him. Running her fingers up her stocking-clad thighs she runs a finger under her garter strap and snaps herself. The resounding snap fills the room, and Jughead sits on the very edge of his seat at the sight of her slightly pink skin.

     Turning back to face him, he thinks he noticed a slight dusting of pink along her cheekbones, he smirks, and to his surprise receives a smile in return. He watches with longing as her fingers trail up her stomach and trace along her breasts, she moves towards the large silk bow that rest between and slowly starts to pull the bow apart.

     He was too enthralled with the way she bit her plump bottom lip to realize the partition was slowly starting to close, jerking up at the loud buzzing he spilled the tokens on the sticky floor. Falling hard on his knees he reaches around in search of the fallen coins, looking up one last time before the blonde was out of sight he was surprised to see that she had crouched down. She gave him one last smirk and waved before the black curtain finally closed.

     Just as the loud clink of the curtain ricocheted off the walls in the tiny room, Jughead found a few of the fallen tokens. Shuffling towards the coin slot he hurriedly stuffed as many coins as he could and looked hopefully towards the curtain. 

#Songfic Writing Challenge 2019 #seriously such a fun challenge #need some inspiration #bughead fanfiction

[bluevelvetvideo]

songfic 30 day challenge

a vignette-style AU for @paperlesscrown 's songfic challenge.

Each chapter has its own warnings if need be.

Read Now on AO3

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #bugheadfamily #bughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #riverdale fanfiction #paperlesscrown inspires me

[good-night-dodger]

Shout out to all the writers who are doing the songfic writing challenge. It is a great pleasure to read new stories featuring Bughead every single day. With Kink week on top of that, I feel really blessed. Thank you all. 💕

#special mention to: #honestlyhappymoon #paperlesscrown #jjonesin4 #screamingintosilence #and everybody else i forgot #songfic writing challenge 2019

[tikigoddess]

Can someone write a song fic of bughead to these lyrics such a beautiful and sexy song. I included the 10,000 maniacs version but check out. The best 3 versions of this song. Patti Smith, Bruce Springsteen and this version by 10,000 maniacs.

Take me now, baby, here as I am

Pull me close, try and understand

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand

The way I feel when I'm in your hands

Take my hand come undercover

They can't hurt you now

Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when I'm alone

Love is a ring, the telephone

Love is an angel disguised as lust

Here in our bed until the morning comes

Come on now try and understand

The way I feel under your command

Take my hand as the sun descends

They can't touch you now

Can't touch you now, can't touch you now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep

With doubt the vicious circle

Turn and burns

Without you I cannot live

Forgive, the yearning burning

I believe it's time, too real to feel

So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Because tonight there are two lovers

If we believe in the night we trust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

#bughead songfic challenge #bughead #betty x jughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #bugheadfanfiction #riverdale #bugheadfanfic #because the night #songfic writing challenge 2019 #songfic

[bluerosette23]

Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg1

Maribat Masterlist. (Updated: Feb 22, 2019) 

Page1 >     [Daminette December Masterlist]

by @ozmav​ Damian Wayne  ~  AO3  Damian Always Answers The Phone When Marinette Calls Damian Wayne:Most Overprotective Spouse/Father in BatFam HC  Daminette HC Finding Out  ~  AO3 Heroes and Villains  ~  AO3  Jason VS Adrien  ~  AO3  JL Reaction to Daminette  Lucky Bug & The Rogues  ~  AO3 Kagami Meets Damian  ~  AO3 MariDami Pitch  Of Sleepy Bugs & Worried Birds  ~  AO3  Phone Calls  ~  AO3 Puzzles & Luck  ~  AO3 Quality Time/Moments  ~  AO3 Question Of A Lifetime  ~  AO3 Teen Titans HC Wine Aunts AU/HC

by @18-fandoms-unite-08​ I Didn’t Know I Needed You When You Needed Me Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3  Prompts [Masterlist]  Decision ~ The Demonic Duo ~ Myself, I Will Focus On ~ A Sign ~ I’ve Missed You ~ Wounds ~ It’s Not Your Fault ~ Blood ~ Please Tell Me ~ It’s Been A While, Hasn’t It? ~ Friend Zoned, Hard Zoned ~ I’m Not The One To Blame ~ I Don’t Care, Not Anymore 

by @2sunchild2 A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into A Pen Pal’s Advice in Butt Kicking Betrothed AU [Prompt] Bird Watching  Daminette AU:Slow Burn Daminette AU: The Disneyland Tragedy Daminette God AU  Genderbend!Daminette  Facetime Failure Happy Birthday Disaster  Hostage [Prompt] I Can Get You A Date With One of Them [Prompt] Just Watch:Daminette AU Male!MarixDamian [Prompt] Retro was Always in Style  They Just Don’t Know You Songfic Totally A Duo [Jasonette] Treasure When Karma Bites Back  

by @7701deathlyhalfbloodprincess Miracles In Gotham  ~  AO3 Prologue ~ CH1

by @a-la-la-llama​  Daminette Song Fic ~ The One Where Marinette Steals The Batmobile Aged Up Daminette Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3  Blueberry Maribat Pt1 ~ Pt2 

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[ms-maj]

Sadie Hawkins Dance

More songfic y’all! It’s only taken six months to do nine of them so, I’ll maybe finish this challenge before I’m ninety...

Again, ALL the love and thanks to @bettycooper​ for her amaze beta skills and wonderful header. 

The Sadie Hawkins dance

In my khaki pants

There's nothing better

Oh oh oh

The girls ask the guys

It’s always a surprise

There's nothing better baby

Do you like my sweater?

Sadie Hawkins Dance- Relient K

Time: 12:47 p.m.

Location: The hallway outside the cafeteria

Objective: Get Jughead alone for five minutes to ask him to the stupid dance

The Sadie Hawkins Dance. It had been her idea, after all, in some convoluted (not-so-subtle) attempt to get control of the raging crush she’d developed on one of her childhood best friends. The natural course of events should have put her firmly crushing on her all-American neighbor and other childhood best friend, Archie Andrews, and for the briefest of moments, she had... until Jughead walked up to their favorite swimming hole the summer before ninth grade and inadvertently taught her all about what true desire was. To say Betty had been blindsided was an understatement.

Three years later and she’s still staring at him from across the room—though it might as well be the other side of the world for all he seems to notice—as he sits with the friends he made during his brief tenure at Southside High. Even if she made it impossible for him to forget her by calling and texting constantly, Betty hated (and still hates) those three months more than anything. When he walked back into Riverdale High with Toni Topaz—who was ten ways of sexy Betty could never measure up to—her heart broke. 

Despite reassurances from Jughead himself that they were only friends and Toni was far more interested in the fairer sex, Betty couldn’t help but wonder what it would take for him to ever look at her the way she swore he looked at Toni, but wondering was all she did. Despite her initial beliefs, as time went on, she saw only genuine friendship between them, and nothing else.

As relieved as she was, she was more guarded with him than she’d been before. She tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to will her crush away on more than one occasion, but his proximity and renewed involvement in the Blue and Gold made it damn near impossible. 

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When she’d mentioned a Sadie Hawkins Dance a month ago, he scoffed. “Really, Cooper, did we time travel in our sleep? Is it somehow the fifties again?”

As annoyed as she’d been, she hadn’t exactly expected him to be enthusiastic about the concept. Jughead wasn’t particularly fond of any, or all, typical high school activities. Least of all school dances. 

“Would you go?” He looked at her with furrowed brows and an incredulous smirk. “If someone asked you to the dance, would you go?”

She hoped her face didn’t betray just how anxious she was for his answer. “The only reason I ever went was for the food. I don’t know why that would change now.”

Her heart dropped from her throat to her stomach. All the other dances he’d gone to were with her, and apparently it had only been for access to the refreshments table. Choking back tears, she nodded and went back to work on her article. 

That was the last time they’d spoken more than a few words to one another. He’d tried, on several occasions, to initiate conversation between them, but she always found a way out. Between the paper, the dance committee, and cheerleading, Betty always had a viable excuse, but it was getting harder and harder to avoid him. 

Especially since nothing seems to get by their vulture friends. Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and even Reggie know about her crush and despite all their reassurances that Jughead would reciprocate, she simply cannot get their last conversation out of her head. Of course, he’d say yes if she asked him to go to the dance. She was in charge of the food which guaranteed the selection would be everything he wanted. 

(Not that she had suggested his favorites first, or anything. That would just be weird.)

Betty pulls her phone from her back pocket and checks the time just as the bell rings. She knows he has Chemistry after lunch and if she keeps stalling, Ethel Muggs is going to ask him then. As much as she likes Ethel, she won’t let that happen...even if his saying yes only means he’s hungry. 

“Betty!” She swings around, book and binder for her next class held tightly against her chest. 

“Kev, what’s up?” Her tone is short and words clipped as she looks back at the now empty Serpent table. 

“You will not believe who asked Jughead Jones to the Sadie Hawkins!”

Betty’s head snaps back to her brunette friend. “Wh-what?” She manages to stammer as she realizes she’s lost Jughead in the receding crowd. 

“You know the new girl, Sabrina?” Betty nods even though she’s a world away trying to remember if she’d seen the petite blonde at his table. “Well, she just walked right up to him and sat on his lap—”

“Oh crap, sorry, Kev, I’ve got to...I mean I have this...I have to go.” Holding her books even closer to her, Betty makes her way to class trying to will away the bile and tears that keep threatening to spill over.

Of course, she’s glad she didn’t have to actually see it. She spent the majority of her lunch period psyching herself up to ask him, so Kevin’s unwelcome interruption saved her much of the face she’d have lost if she actually had caught up to Jughead. 

There are only two periods left in the day, and one is study hall. She just needs to make it through Trig then she can have a proper breakdown in the Blue and Gold. Betty takes her seat quickly and wills the minutes to pass faster than they ever had in math. 

Eighty-five minutes later she slinks into the Blue and Gold. Closing the door as she enters the room, Betty’s forehead smacks against it as it clicks closed.

“That hardly sounded pleasant, Coop,” the voice behind her causes her eyes to pinch tightly. “Now, you wanna tell me why you feel like you need to slam your head into doors?” 

She takes a deep breath in and turns on the exhale, dewy lashes fluttering open. The smile on her face is forced and fake, and she knows instantly he can see right through it. Still, she steps toward where he’s leaning against the desk. “It’s just been one of those days, Jug. Nothing’s going my way, but, it’s mostly my fa—”

“Don’t you dare,” he punctuates with a sharply pointed finger in her direction. Her eyes roll as it retracts, and his arms cross over his chest. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I highly doubt it was your fault.”

“How would you know, Jughead? Where have you been?”

His bag falls to the ground as he stands up, confusion and anger sewn into his brow. “Excuse me? I’m right fucking here, Betts. I haven’t gone anywhere!”

Betty’s own brow raises incredulous. “No? Then where are you on movie night or game night? I know Archie misses kicking your ass as much as I do, but every single time we ask you…” her voice trails off knowing that, while this is all true, it’s nothing to do with the matter at hand. “I miss you, Jug.”

“Okay, so why are you freezing me out? If you miss me then why can’t I spend more than two minutes with you? Every single time I’ve seen you in the last three weeks you’ve literally run away from me.”

Her tongue feels heavy with the words she wishes she was brave enough to say. She wants to scream at him, ask why not her, why never her, what does she have to do to get his attention? 

Instead, she drops her books onto the nearest surface and crosses her arms, staring back at him intently. “Why do you think, Jug?” 

She’s met with a blank stare that hurts as much as if he’d just said ‘no’ to her. Betty tightens her ponytail and drops into the desk she’s set her stuff at. “Just forget it. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“It’s just English. I will not be missed.”

Betty sits up a little straighter, slightly more curious than before. “I thought you had English with Sabrina?”

“I do,” he leans back against the desk directly in front of her. 

“Well, I just thought after lunch you’d want to spend as much time with her as possible.” Somehow, her voice barely breaks as the words leave her mouth.

His head shakes as confusion emerges as the dominant emotion. “Were you even at lunch? I don’t remember seeing you...but no, Betts. After that Debra Morgan confessing love to her step-brother level of awkward, the last thing I want to do is see Sabrina.”

“Oh. I just thought since you were going to the dance together maybe you’d want to see her more, I don’t know. At least you have a real date this time and won’t have to use me for access to the refreshments table.” She tries her hand at levity, and it falls flat between them. She’s not sure she’s ever seen the particular look adorning his face.

“Betty,” he sighs softly as one of his dexterous hands pulls the beanie from his head and the other slides through the dark waves. “That wasn’t, I mean, that’s not what... You can’t actually believe that’s what I meant!”

She finds herself standing despite not wanting to react. “That’s what you said. It’s not like I was trying to decode it the way I do ninety-nine percent of our other interactions. For the first time since you came back to Riverdale High, you actually said what you meant.”

“Decode? What the fuck does that mean?” He pushes off the desk he’s been leaning against and surges onto hers. “I have never been anything but real with you. Only you. Only ever you.” 

“Bullshit.” She leans in, both sets of their hands grip the edge of the desk as the staredown continues. “For the last year, I’ve done everything I can to try to get you to notice.”

Jughead scoffs. “Notice what?”

“Me, Jughead!” She sighs, pushing off the desk and turning away from him. “I wanted you to notice me.”

Betty runs weary hands over her face. She’s so sick of crying, so tired of feeling lonely even though she never seems alone. The tears crest in her eyes but don’t spill down her cheeks until she’s grabbed by the elbow and spun around. 

“Do you really think I didn’t—that I don’t notice you? That I don’t see just how often you tighten your ponytail, or the way your hands ball up at your sides when you’re angry, or the red rings around your eyes—”

“I have allergies!”  

“No, that’s what you tell everyone but I know they’re only bad in the fall. This is something different,” he stops holding onto her elbow but doesn’t stop touching her. In fact, his hand slides up her arm and cups around her shoulder before finally resting at her neck. Long fingers wrap around the base of her neck, he thumbs at the hollow of her throat and the breath stills in her body. “Betty…”

Her eyes flicker to his. They’re dark, tidal pools in a tempest as his body invades her space in the most perfect way. She wraps a hand around the wrist that holds her, his pulse pounding beneath her fingers. Betty doesn’t even notice he’s moved, not until his lips are on hers and she’s carding her free hand through his unruly hair. An undignified moan escapes her, and she stills, only to feel Jughead’s grip on her throat tighten as his other hand slips to her ass and pulls her tight against him. His thumb traces a path up to her chin, guiding her head so he can kiss her more deeply.

She’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing. Frankly, she’s not sure she even cares. If kissing him once feels like this, she can’t wait to do it again. And again. And again. Maybe at the dance…

She pulls away abruptly, Jughead’s eyes slowly blinking open and crossing in confusion. “What? Did I do something wrong?” Betty doesn’t break the contact, just leans back as his hands drop to her waist. 

“No, Jug, that was perfect. This was everything I hoped it could be. My thoughts just got a little ahead of me.”

A frown creases his brow while a hand slides up her back and threads through the flaxen waves of her ponytail. “Then what is it, Betts?”

“Sabrina,” she blurts out. “I know she asked you to the dance, and here I am, practically throwing myself at you. But, to be fair, I had planned on asking you to the dance which is why you didn’t see me at lunch. I was too busy trying not to have a panic attack over it, and then I saw Kevin first, and he told me Sabrina made it very clear she wanted to take you to the dance—”

“Hey, hey, breathe Betty,” smirking, Jughead stops her before she rambles all of her oxygen away. “Did Kevin happen to tell you what else happened at lunch?”

Betty’s eyes drop in embarrassment as her head shakes no. The light tug on her ponytail forces her eyes back to his, which implore her to tell her story. “I kinda, sorta, maybe ran away from him after he said she sat on your lap.” 

“So you missed the part where I said ‘no’ and asked her to remove herself from my space. She did not take too kindly to that, so avoiding English wasn’t unintentional.”

“Why did you say no, Jug? If you were just looking for an excuse, she’s a smart, funny, gorgeous one.”

“Because the only person I wanted to ask me is standing in this room.” Both hands come to frame her face as she holds onto the lapels of his threadbare flannel. “Because a few weeks ago I thought she was going to, and I was only recently made aware of how gloriously I fucked that up,” she laughs, feeling his thumbs sweep up her cheekbones while she drowns in his eyes. “Because I never wanted an excuse to go to the dance. I just wanted to spend time with you, be around you, and how could fourteen-year-old me have ever imagined that the girl of his dreams actually dreamed about him too?”

“Jug,” her voice a whisper swallowed by the silence. She grabs his face between her hands and pulls it toward her.

“Wait,” he breathes against her lips. “I think you have something very important to ask me.” She feels the upturn of his lips on hers, and her bottom lip finds itself between her teeth as she tries to hold her grin at bay.

“Jughead Jones, will you go with me to Sadie Hawkins?” 

“Only for you, Betty Cooper,” he says no more, simply slants his mouth over hers and kisses her like she’s never been kissed before. For the first and only time, she's happy that it's taken this long for anything to happen, because she can't imagine there's a better feeling in the world than this. And she fully intends to test that theory for as long as he'll let her. 

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #songfic writing challenge 2019 #*2020 #cat is a rock star

[aam-loves]

Day 21: A fic based on a song you like with a person's name in the title

Song: Sevdaliza - Marilyn Monroe

Betty stood, looking in the mirror, scrutinizing herself, in a private bathroom at some fancy venue, where she was attending an event with Brett. She didn’t think of herself as beautiful, but she considered herself at least pretty, even Brett said so when they started dating. But she doubted it again, after she had to smile politely while greeting Donna, the girl she knew Brett was fucking behind her back.

Betty tilted her head, looking at herself. Her hair was straightened and slicked back in a tight perfect bun, bearing no resemblance to her natural frizzy curls. She was wearing a powder blue dress, that flared from her waist. Her mother would approve, it hid her stomach, which always seemed too noticeable for Alice.

But Betty couldn’t do anything even with numerous diets and grueling workouts, it just existed with her body. So, she grew to accept this part of herself. She wasn’t tiny, but she wasn’t fat either. She just had curves.

Some people find that attractive. Some people, but not Brett. He started making comments about her body lately and that was the theme of discussion during her last therapy session. Which was also something they didn’t acknowledge existing. Because perfect girlfriend Betty couldn’t be having anxiety or other mental health issues. Brett needed a trophy wife, not a real person.

He said she shouldn’t cause problems when he forbade her going to the job interview in a progressive feminist magazine. So she worked as an editor for some mediocre publishing house ever since. God forbid she exceeded him in anything.

Her green eyes were dull and tired, there were no excited sparkles in them anymore. Betty frowned at her reflection and tried to remember what was she even doing here. At this place, in this situation, in this relationship.

She met Brett at Yale. She was a perfect student and a member of society, trained by Alice Cooper, and Brett was everything her mother wanted, so when he asked her out she agreed. At first Brett was charming and generous, Betty felt like she was worth something and Alice was thoroughly pleased and had something to brag about in Riverdale.

She didn’t become miserable immediately, she considered all things happening pretty normal, because she observed them in her own family. But she couldn’t help but feel suffocated.

By now Alice was planning the wedding, even though Betty hadn’t got a ring yet. And Betty was clinging to the remnants of good things in her life. At least she had friends. Though she could count them by the fingers of one hand, because Brett drove a lot of people away from her. Among those who was left she could confide only in Veronica and her best friend was constantly telling to leave the abusing relationship. Though she hadn’t had bruises, she was almost stripped of her personality to appear like an accessory on the successful man’s hand.

Betty was afraid of change. But at this point, she thought even if she ended in a dingy apartment with a couple of roommates, low paid job and not on speaking terms with her family, it would be worth it. Veronice would help her and she would be free and she would be herself. She just needed to gather courage to finally do it.

She left the bathroom and walked into the hall where the reception was held. She found Brett near the bar, he was talking to a tall dark haired man.

Betty walked to them silently and stood near Brett with a polite smile.

Brett noticed her and proceeded to introduce her to the man.

“Betty, this is Forsythe Jones, we were roommates at Stonewall prep, but I got the spot in Yale and he went to Iowa”, Brett couldn’t not point out his supposed superiority, “Forsythe, this is my girlfriend, Betty Cooper.”

Betty finally looked properly at the man and was met with a pair of stunning blue eyes. He shook her hand and it seemed his fingers lingered for a moment.

Before they could start a conversation Brett excused himself to accept a phone call and Betty was left to stand awkwardly with a stranger. Though a very handsome stranger.

“Iowa has the best writing programm in the country, you must be good.” she decided to start a polite conversation.

“Well, some people would say so,” he smirked, “and please, call me Jughead, only Brett called me by my given name, he is just like that”.

Betty chuckled, yeah, that was typical of Brett.

“What are you doing now?” She asked

“Um... writing mostly. Don’t want to brag, but my first two books were bestsellers, so I think about finishing the series with the third and starting on something new.”

Betty wracked her brain, there were a particular book series that everyone was talking about and the name seemed to fit.

“You are JP Jones? You wrote Blood in the river?”

“Yeah... yes that’s me” he smiled a bit bashfully, though he was bragging a minute ago.

They stroke a conversation and were so immersed in each other that they didn’t notice how much time had flown and that Brett returned to call Betty to greet someone with him.

The whole evening Betty’s thoughts drifted back to Jughead. When they were leaving and she was waiting for Brett to return with their coats, Jughead appeared suddenly beside her.

“Frankly speaking, I cannot imagine what such a beautiful and intelligent woman as yourself is doing with an asshole like Brett.” Jughead said, looking at her with his intense and sincere blue eyes.

He was enchanted by her beauty from the first sight, though it seemed a bit too polished. He was sure she was even more beautiful in her natural appearance. From their conversation he understood that she probably had the most beautiful mind. He didn’t want to stop talking to her. She had such interesting progressive opinions, she gave everything deep thought and analysis, she was funny and witty. And he for the love of god couldn’t manage to understand what she was doing with Brett asshole Wallis. He watched her the whole evening and it seemed like she was suffering from Brett’s mere presence.

Betty gasped in surprise from his words, “I...”

She didn’t know if she should defend their relationship or tell the truth. It didn’t seem like something worthy lying anymore, she was tired, so she decided to be honest at least with herself.

“I don’t know either” she admitted.

Jughead nodded, she didn’t deny that Brett was an asshole. It didn’t mean that she would fall into his arms, but at least he could try.

He fished a card with his phone number from his pocket.

“If you ever decide to ditch him, I’ll be happy to take you out for a coffee and a conversation.”

Betty accepted the card and slipped in quickly into her purse. Jughead smiled and left.

There was one more reason to end it with Brett.

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[purple-spring]

songfic day 5: make love in this club

One week out from the wedding, and Betty and Jughead break a pact. (Side pairing: Varchie)

(Inspired by Usher’s ‘Make Love In This Club’. Obviously NSFW under the cut.

Also enjoy the little Easter egg from 10 Things I Hate About You!)

...

“What are you doing here?!”

Archie whirled around. The thumping music in the background made it hard to hear anything, but a displeased Veronica Lodge always made herself heard. 

“Arch, answer me: why are you here?” she repeated.

“Jughead’s bachelor party, why else?” he countered. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, god.” Veronica looked stricken. “I’m here for Betty’s bachelorette. You picked Club Skunk, too?” 

Archie rolled his eyes. “It’s not like there any other decent clubs within five miles of Riverdale, Ronnie.”

She made a hmph sound, before looking past his shoulder and scanning the crowd. Archie knew her well enough to notice that she was distracted. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“I, um, I can’t find her,” she conceded.

“Who?” 

“Betty.”

Archie stared at her. Veronica narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” she asked impatiently.

 “I’m… looking for Jughead, too.”

They froze. She seized his arm. In comic near-unison, they spoke at the same time.

“The pact!”

...

The mirrors of the bathroom at Club Skunk ran the full length from ceiling to floor. Betty marvelled at the reflection – her mini-skirt pushed up, bare legs wrapped around Jughead’s waist as he fucked her up against the sink. From his back pocket peeked out the lacy edge of her black underwear.

Knowing Jughead, she was never going to get that one back. And she’d have to walk around the club with her thighs, ass, pussy bare and grazed by the air, still slick from their union. 

Which, she thought, is exactly what he wants.

“Who – thought – of – this dumb pact – anyway,” Jughead growled as he pumped into her. She leaned back on the sink. His hands skimmed her neck. Pulled her bra down to bare her breasts to his greedy gaze.

One month of no sex, they’d promised. And they were close, so close – one more week to the wedding, to be exact. 

But he lost it when he saw her at the club. He watched her order a drink, the men around her ogling her long legs. She held out a twenty to the bartender, and he winked and pushed it away, essentially giving it to her for free.

“Leave your drink,” Jughead had whispered in her ear as he came up behind her, pulling her flush against him. “Come with me.”

He’d jammed the bathroom door shut. Betty ripped his shirt open as she pulled him against her body, not caring that he’d have to walk out wearing a torn garment. All that mattered was her need, her hunger.

“Fuck,” she gasped, as he reached down to thumb her clit. “I’m close, Jug.”

“Then wait,” he commanded.

“No,” she countered, and grabbed his hand, taking one long digit into her mouth just the way he liked it, pushing him to the edge. He looked caught between lust and fury. She was gonna pay for that one. God, she hoped so.

A few more thrusts, and she was careening towards the end. Jughead’s eyes glazed over as he mindlessly pounded her hips into hers. With a breathless shudder, he emptied himself into her, and she followed soon after, her cries echoing against the bathroom walls, pleasure suffusing every nerve.

A few moments later, he laughed shakily. “That pact was a stupid idea.”

She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. “Yeah, well. So was this.”

“Speak for yourself,” he said. “Archie wanted me to take tequila shots.”

Betty laughed, shaking her head. Gingerly, he pulled out, and they began cleaning up. “Any chance I can get my underwear back?” she asked. 

“Nope.” Then, a bright idea. “Unless you promise not to have any on at the wedding.”

She had the audacity to look prim. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

Jughead groaned. “You’re my fucking dream girl, Betty Cooper.”

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Strip Clubs and Dollar Bills

Songfic writing challenge Day 8

Pour It Up - Rihanna

Stripper!Betty AU

The club was dark, his pulse pounding in time to the bass beat. They had kept the liquor flowing for their best clientele, which is what he had apparently let himself become now.

How had he reached this point? he wondered. He had managed to do the impossible. He managed to escape Riverdale, the Southside specifically; managed to get a full ride to NYU for writing; left behind gang life and became a New York Times best selling author against all odds. Multiple bestsellers now.

His finger stroked over his bottom lip in contemplation as a new dancer appeared onstage, wrapping herself around the silver pole in a seductive manner. She was beautiful by normal standards: a red head with legs that went on for miles, lips pouted and painted red to match, large boobs that would turn any man's head even if they were covered more than they were now. Yes, she was gorgeous, but she wasn't his cup of tea. He could appreciate her form and dancing for what it was, art, but that was all it was to him.

Unlike the other VIPs that had chosen the front row and were drooling as they were throwing money at the siren as she rolled her body for them, he had chosen to sit in the back of the VIP section. It showed that he was a client with money but that he was interested in something more, something different.

His fingers tapped the side of his whiskey glass in slight impatience. He was waiting, waiting for her. She was the entire reason he kept coming back and she knew it. That's why she liked to take her time, tease him into a frenzy, because she knew the more worked up and frustrated he was from waiting for her, the more loose he was with his money.

The first time he walked into the strip club, into any strip club, was at the behest of his editor Veronica Lodge. She told him that if he was looking to venture into the more erotic for scenes in his newest mystery novel, then he needed to go into the proverbial lions den and experience it for himself.

That wasn't to say that he didn't have any experience sexually, but his experience was limited. He had very particular taste in women, and the ones that came close were very bland experiences. Vanilla he had seen it called in his research into what it was that he did like. He had yet to find a willing participant to explore his different urges.

So when he first came into the club and had seen her prowling for her next victim in the floor, his interest was piqued. Her lithe body, long legs, gorgeous Hitchcock blonde curls, and emerald green eyes had immediately checked several of his boxes. He had stalked up to her, his own dark features catching her eye and peaking her interest. He pulled out the roll of cash he had withdrawn from his account (he was at a strip club after all), with several single dollar bills facing out.

He saw her interest dim a little, she must be after bigger prey he thought, and he quickly pulled out a $100 from the middle of the roll. Her eyes sparked as she took his hand to lead him to the elevator that lead to the private rooms.

She told him her name was Elizabeth, "but my friends call me Betty." Her voice was like honey and she bit her lip in seduction.

"Elizabeth," he repeated, liking the way her name tasted rolling off his tongue. Her eyes fluttered for a second, enjoying the way his husky voice caressed her name. His cock stirred in his pants. "My name is Jughead Jones."

"Mr. Jones," his erection grew as more blood pumped its way South from the way his own name fell off her lips. "There's only one rule here Mr. Jones." She slowly stepped closer until she was toe to toe with him, looking up at him through her long lashes. Her burgundy nails wrapped around his tie, pulling his face down to hers. "Only I can do the touching," she breathed into his ear before pushing him back into the plush leather couch.

She had granted him a lap dance and a strip show down to her g-string that night, and he happily lost $1,000 to her wiles. All it took was an hour of her time and he was hopelessly hooked.

It had been 2 months of coming in every Wednesday and Friday night, waiting for her to take him for a private show, spending $1,000 or more for an hour of her time.

The cufflink of his button down clinked against his glass as he raised his arm to glance at his watch. He had been there for over an hour now, he knew she would be coming out any moment.

Fingers ran down his arm and he left his eyes rake up the most tantalizing body he had ever seen.

“Mr. Jones, I'll be seeing you now,” and he followed in her wake.

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