#bughead prompt

thought i knew what love was (what did i know?) 

Here you go, anon prompter! Hope it lives up to your expectations! 

(prompt: after Betty and Jughead’s argument in 4x11, Betty gets into a bad accident and is in a coma. Jughead feels guilty and anything after that is up to you.)

“This is all your fault,” Veronica hisses, pushing Jughead’s shoulder so hard he hits the wall behind him. 

“I know,” he whispers, sliding down to the floor with his head in his hands. “I know, okay?” 

“What’s wrong with—” 

“Ronnie,” Archie interjects, pulling Veronica back, “leave him alone.” 

She spins on her heels, pushing a finger into Archie’s chest. “How can you defend him? He’s the reason she’s unconscious in a hospital bed!” 

Archie wilts. “Do you think he wanted this to happen?” 

“I think,” Veronica hisses, “that this wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t go behind her back!” 

I don’t even know if they are tropes but here we go:

- Juggie: the discovery of the nickname, the nickname during sex, the effects of the nickname on Jughead

- Rommates to friends to lovers (in any order really... I just love that one)

-Secret Relationship and then a casual discovery of it. I-I just it’s too enticing

- Hard fast casual sex. Dunno why

- the shared love for literature

+when they make Jughead a closeted film nerd. I myself am a (not very closeted) film nerd so I just really enjoy the references

I wasn’t ignoring this, I just had a lot of shifts this weekend! I wanted angst but it’s not completely let’s call it soft angst and make a deal!

79. “I Don’t Care What Anybody Else Thinks”

           Jughead Jones never really cared what others thought of him; he had to have that thick skinned attitude with his upbringing. He was the son of an alcoholic ganger leader and his mother was what some could refer to as a grifter, the two didn’t have two dimes to rub together between them and being poor on the Northside often made him the butt of ridicule. But he didn’t care.

          He didn’t care that in fifth grade when all the kids got the hottest shoes, the kind that lit up he got a pair of bobos from the bargain bin at the five and dime; they fit and didn’t crush his toes like they had in previous years. He didn’t care when the kids mocked him for the haircut that his mother had given him over the kitchen sink, his mother took a cosmetology class at the tech school, granted she dropped out, but it was even and not a bowl cut which was more than could be said for Kevin Keller. That opinions of others never really affected him, as much as they irritated him; that is until he started dating  Betty Cooper.

           Before all the negative commentary that seemed to come his way just rolled off his back, now everything would affect Betty. He noticed the looks they received the day after their first kiss. Both sat in the student lounge, as Betty regaled Archie and Veronica of the night’s previous events; her sister’s pregnancy, her escape from the Sister’s, the blood stained window frame. Jughead frowned as her voice wavered, he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders, she returned the gesture with the gentle massage of her fingers, sending a spark of electricity through them, but when he noticed the astonished looks their friends gave them he quickly recoiled.

           That was just how their relationship worked; behind closed doors they were hot and heavy, they could spend hours exploring one another and they did. Jughead could tell you the map of her skin; the spot on her neck that made her shiver, the place on her thigh that when kissed would make his name echo against the walls of her pretty pink bedroom, that would shock the outside world for their public relationship was very, very different.

           At school Betty would try to hold his hand, while he enjoyed the action he would find an excuse to pull away, he hoped she wouldn’t catch on, but he knew she wasn’t that dumb; she was the smartest person he knew. Just like he could read the language that is Betty Cooper she was very fluent in Jughead Jones.

           One day in the hall Betty went to hold his hand, he pulled his hand away to shield a sudden coughing fit that didn’t actually occur. Betty frowned and crossed her arms self-consciously against herself. “What’s going on, did I do something wrong?” she sighed and tensed her fingers. “Are you embarrassed to let people know we are together or something?”

           Jughead’s head shot towards her, his eyes widened; practically to the point you thought they might roll out of his head. “What?” he gasped. “No, no, why would you ask that?”

           “Because…” Betty trailed off. “Every time I’ve tried to touch you in public you find a reason to pull away, yesterday I tried to kiss you before class and you made an excuse that you had too much onion in your omelet at breakfast and we had breakfast together, you had pancakes.” She reminded him. “You never want to hold my hand in public, but had no trouble asking me to sit on your face the other night.”

           Jughead’s cheeks flushed pink, memories of their moonlight rendezvous threatened to make his jeans pop a button. “It’s not you, trust me, it’s me, I don’t want you to get bullied for being with me.” He explained, quietly.

128: ‘You really have to stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.’

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What seems so wrong is just so right

“This is wrong,” she breathed.

“Oh, is it?” His eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Yes. Very. This isn’t right.”

He inched his lips closer to her’s, but still not touching, “Why’s that?”

“Well, you’re…you. And I’m me. And you’re not…” Her lips remained parted.

“Archie?”

“Right. Exactly.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” He smirked.

“No. It’s definitely not.”

“If it’s so wrong, what are you still doing here?”

Her eyes darted up from his mouth to meet his eyes, realisation spreading over her face.

She took a step back, only pushing herself up against the wall even more so.

“You’re still here, because you want to be. You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

She shook her head a second too quick, as if she had been trained to react like that.

“You do, don’t you?” He moved closer, his left arm still pressing the wall, to the side of her head. His leather-covered back covering her’s from the empty parking lot.

She felt his warm breath on her ear as he breathed heavily, “Don’t you?”

She closed her eyes tightly shut, “N-n-no. No. Nope. No. Not this again.”

He brushed his lip against her cheek, lingering there, “Okay, say the words and I’m gone. Poof. Just like that. I’ll go.”

She looked into his dark, blue eyes, curious as to whether he was being serious.

“Say it,” he urged. “Come on, Betts, you know that it’s different. It’s different with someone who actually loves you.”

She spoke in the faintest whisper as if her words were so fragile they would shatter everything around her instantly. “What?”

He looked down at his feet, suddenly shy. How he could go from confident and sexy to vulnerable in seconds, she had no idea. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t adorable.

“You said you love me.” She said a little louder.

“Oh my God. You love me.” She was grinning ear to ear now.

“It slipped. I didn’t mean-“

“Nope, you can’t take it back now,” she pulled him towards her, as he looked like he was backing off.

With her arms around his neck, he started to get lost in her huge, green eyes again.

“Say it,” she urged. “Three words. 8 letters.”

He swallowed.

“Say it and I’m yours.”

“I love you,” he said almost too quickly.

She crashed her lips to his, as his arms came around her, pulling her impossibly closer to him. His heart to her’s. Their lips moved in sync, like old friends reacquainting.

And then there it was.

The spark.

The spark that couldn’t be replicated. That only these two souls on the whole planet shared.

When they parted for air, she breathed, “You really have to stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

He kissed her cheeks, before pulling back and admiring her beautiful face, “First of all, you told me to. And second of all…”

Her eyes squinted with inquisitiveness, awaiting his response.

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, xx

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

18. “I don’t think it’s healthy to love someone as much as I love you.”

24. “Nobody compares to you.”

31. “I fell in love with you, not them.”

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What had started as a way to piss off Alice Cooper turned into a real romance.

Veronica had told her best friend to knock on her mother worst nightmare’s door and bring him to the Cooper’s 4th of July celebration. The look on Alice’s face when she saw the gang logo on the back to Jughead Jones’s jacket told Betty she hit the right spot. She tried to hide her discontent but everyone could see the grimace every time her eyes landed on him.

They spent the whole summer shoving their love in Alice’s face and at some point they developed real feelings and that’s when problems started to arrive.

Being the leader of the Southside Serpents was a full time job and Jughead had to give up his personal life in order to fulfil his duty and honor his late father as Serpent King. That meant no dating. For years, this rule hadn’t caused any problems. No one had caught Jughead’s eye - beside for flings - and his days were too busy to have a significant other in his life.

Until Betty Cooper walked into his bar and demanded to talk to him.

That’s when things changed. If it were anyone else, Jughead wouldn’t have accepted the offer. While two hundred bucks to piss off a controlling conservative mother sounded interesting, it wasn’t the kind of jobs he did. But, that blonde girl in a paster tank top was hot and he liked to piss off people by being himself.

So he accepted her offer.

Weeks passed and soon, Jughead started bringing Betty to the Wyrm more and more which pissed off some Serpent’s. A Northsider in their Serpent bar? Hell fucking no.

“I don’t think your friends are a fan of me,” Betty said as they left the Wyrm on Saturday night. All night, Serpents have been narrowing their eyes at her and showing disapproval. Even a blind person would’ve gotten their message. “Correction, the hates me.” Jughead opened his mouth to say something but Betty beat him. “And, don’t say they’re protective of their bar and will warm up to me because we both know they won’t.”

Jughead shrugged. “So what, Betty? You can’t appreciate everyone and not everyone will appreciate you. It’s life.”

He had a point.

“I don’t want to strain the relationship between you and the Serpents.”

“They can think whatever they want, it’s my bar. I bring whoever I want. If they’re not happy with it, they can get the fuck out.” Betty narrowed her eyes at him. “I never let anyone dictate how I should live my life, I’m not gonna start letting the Serpents pick who I should be dating. My love life is none of their fucking business.”

“But they’re your family-”

“So what? You are too!”

Betty stiffened, a bit startled by Jughead’s loud voice.

Jughead closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t meant to yell at her.

He sat on his bike and pulled Betty between his legs, hands on her waist. “I’ve never introduced a girl to my father. Ever. I’m not saying he never caught one in my bed…” he trailed, remembering the embarrassing moments. “I’ve never been attracted enough to someone to bring them home and call them my girlfriend in front of my father. He must’ve been thinking I was an idiot for never calling those hot girls back.”  

Betty looked down, getting uncomfortable.

“See, you could have anyone yet, you chose the a girl all of your fellow gang members despise.”

Jughead grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I don’t care how many girls has been in my bed, Betty; nobody compares to you. I don’t care about Katrina or Claudia or Jess. They mean nothing to me. I’m in love with you, not them.”

The Northsider judged him. Should she give him the benefice of the doubt? It’s not like Jughead had the habit to lie to her.

“All this to say that out of all of these girls, you’re the first and only I would’ve chosen to introduce to my father. You see, Betty, my father despised the Northside. He wanted all of its citizens to fucking die during the riots four years ago. He backed Fangs and Sweet Pea when they had the ‘brilliant’ idea to blow up a building with a pipe bomb.”

“He would’ve forbidden you from seeing me,” Betty assumed.

Jughead shook his head. “He wouldn’t have. I know my father, Betty. He would’ve loved you regardless where you came from because you make me so fucking happy and you make me a better person, Betty Cooper. You bring out the best in me and makes me want to be a better person for myself, for you, for the Serpents. Being the leader of the Serpents doesn’t mean I have to make shitty decision all the time.”

Betty’s heart swelled. She didn’t know he had such a big impact on her boyfriend’s life. “Juggie-”

sunbathing and comfort food!

~

Jughead isn’t sure what to think when he looks at Betty.

They’re at Sweetwater River, sunbathing – but he’s already turning just a bit pink at the shoulders even though he’s wearing SPF 40. So more like sunburning, in his case.

But Betty looks serene in her yellow polka dot bikini, big sunglasses over her eyes. He can’t really tell if she’s noticed his lingering gaze, but she hasn’t said anything. So he takes one more look at the way her ankles cross over one another and at the sand speckled across her legs like thousands of tiny freckles. Jughead wants to brush it away and feel her skin beneath his fingers.

She keeps a steady watch on Juniper and Dagwood, a little ways away, making sandcastles in the wet soupy sand of the river’s bank.

The water is shallow enough that they aren’t so worried about the toddlers getting to far before they would be able to snatch them up. Plus, they’re wearing those inflatable rings around their arms that are obnoxious and stole all his breath earlier.

His stomach grumbles and he falls back into the soft towel he’s laying on, throwing an arm over his face to block the sun. “Betts, I need comfort food. The sun is killing me. I’m dying.”

Her scoff of annoyance tinkles in his ear, and he peeks an eye open at her.

“Every food is a comfort to you, Juggie.” She’s smiling at him, one foot pointed at him where she nudges the soft side of his belly with her toe.

Jughead captures her foot with his hand, fingers cupping around the arch. He tugs at her leg, startling her into looking up from the pages of her magazine.

“You know what I’d really like to eat?” He trails off as his eyes dip from the curve of her neck, down the line of her front. They settle at the small bottoms she’s wearing that tie on the sides. It would be so easy to just pluck one end up and tug…

Betty kicks at his chest and he groans, releasing her foot.

She gestures to their wards with her eyes, though her foot then slides down his chest to plant at his hip. Her toes wiggle suggestively down his thigh and she grins, fleetingly, before tucking her leg back to herself. The page of her magazine flips, with one lick to her thumb to separate the pages.

She hums, “Later, after we drop the kids off to Polly, we’ll grab some Pop’s.”

His head falls back to the towel and his eyes close. Jughead can practically taste the double order of fries he’s going to get and almost settles until he hears her voice, quieter this time.

“Then there’s always dessert. I wouldn’t leave you hanging would I, Juggie?”

He thinks he better get some kind of reward for being a tree to climb on all day, his sister-in-law’s kids treat him like a trampoline afterall.

this was fun!! Thanks, nonnie 💞

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Betty is only, slightly drunk when she barells through Veronica’s bedroom door. There are splotches of red and vibrant pinks grazing her face, all topped off with tears large enough to rival those from an animated feature. She’s obviously been crying and Veronica frowns at the sight.

Not only has she been roused from her sleep, but her best friend and roommate scared her awake. The sleep is evident in her face, but Veronica manages to push up on tired arms to switch on her lamp and pull open the silky lavender sheets, patting the opened space for the Betty. The blonde sniffles loudly before stomping over to Veronica Lodge.

“I’m sorry, V.” whimpers Betty, crashing down onto the bed and into her friends awaiting arms. The tears proceed as if they’d never stopped, soaking Veronica’s shoulder. The warm whispers and nurturing back rubs seem to calm the sobbing girl after what feels like hours. Betty hiccups, blubbering something along the lines of ‘I c-c-can’t do this any-more!’

Veronica knows what’s wrong and she isn’t sure she can offer any more advice than what she’d been attempting to for six months straight.

Jughead and Betty had broken up in the summer and with the New Year rolling along, Betty finally snapped. The breakup had been a turbulent one, one which clearly shook up the entire core of four best friends. Jughead and Betty weren’t talking and Jughead refused to be anywhere near the blonde. Betty on the other hand, seemed to have banned all talk of the taboo ex. Archie— the common friend— was mad at the pair of exes for making him feel like he had to choose a side. Veronica on the other hand…was still very much neutral. And if anything, she was nearing her own breaking point. Living with Betty is generally great, but the holiday season made the living experience questionable.

“Betty…I told you, talking things out can be perfect for you both.” She murmurs into her friends ear, rubbing her back. “It might be the kind of medication that you both need.” And she does mean it. Every single word is pure with honesty, it has been something she’s been attempting to feed both of her friends for the past half year. Of course, advice only works when one chooses to actually take it, and it’s been frustratingly unsuccessful as of yet. Veronica feels bad though, there’s only so much she can do without crossing the line and being a bitch about a relationship that isn’t about her.

They don’t need more drama added to the mix.

Beneath her, Betty shakes her head, seemingly choking back a cry.

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me!” And as if on cue, Betty’s own words smash right through the last of the facade she’d put up. Jughead Jones was no longer her boyfriend and it hurt like hell. Tears well up once more and quickly past the flood gates and down her cheeks. It had been months since the couple called it quits, but the wound was still raw for Betty.

Veronica sighs, pulling from Betty. She sniffles and continues to cry into her palms. The sight is pitiful, but the raven haired girl can’t take anymore. The angst is too much for even someone as dramatic as herself, besides, drunk Betty isn’t fun when she’s upset. So, in a final act of backwards heroism, Betty finds herself blinking down at a black phone. When the screen lights up as it attempts to make a call, she almost smacks the phone away from her friend.

“Veronica, no! I—“

“Yes, yes you can and you will. I can’t take this anymore Betty. You need to tell him what’s in here.” A scarlet nail pokes at Betty’s chest. “It’s now or never, B.” Veronica’s tone softens.

There’s a pause and the phone continues to ring. Either Jughead is partying up the night or is being a dick about answering the phone. Then again, Veronica rarely calls Jughead. Betty is speechless, her lips quiver and her green eyes are fill with terror but she does eventually take the phone from her friends hands.

It’s now or never.

The holidays have been miserable and lonely. The sight of couples and Betty’s unsuccessful one constantly jab at her heart. No matter how much she tries to move on, she cant move past Jughead Jones. He owns her heart. No amount of dates or flash dating could make her feel any more worse about the fact that she isn’t with her soulmate and the constant reminder kills her.

“Hello?”

Both women blink down at the screen, watching as the seconds tick by on the display. There’s a pause before Jughead’s deep voice filters through again.

“Hello??” He sighs. Betty gulps and Veronica pushes the phone closer to her friend. Jughead’s been woken up and Betty can already tell just from the sleepiness in his voice and the fact that it’s 1:06 in the morning.

“It’s now or never, Betty.” encourages Veronica one last time. Betty nods and sucks in a breath, an all too familiar Cooper determination fills her water green eyes. They shine with emotion and Veronica nods, smiling.

“Jughead” calls out the raven haired woman. “Jughead, don’t you dare hang up the phone or I will have your neck!”

Betty smiles softly, nodding before getting up and placing the phone to her ear and walking out the bedroom door.

Her heart is hammering in her chest and Betty looses her voice when Jughead mutters something under his breath at Veronica’s words. But she has to say something. She has to.

“Juggie?”

As confused as he already sounds over the phone, his voice is anything but shell shock.

“…Betty?”

Hearing her name roll off his lips makes her heart constrict and flutter, slamming painfully into her rib cage.

And just like that, the tears a bubble back up and they burn like hell.

The kiss she’d just shared with her recent date horrified her and Betty was in shock when registering the fact that Jughead wasn’t on the other side of the kiss.

“Jughead, I know you don’t want to speak to me but please…” her voice cracks, tears spilling over reddened cheeks. “I miss you s-so much.” Betty sniffles and cups her eyes, letting a sob out.

“The holidays have been h-horrible. And I can’t keep k-kissing strangers and pretend t-that they’re y-you.”

There’s another pause and only Betty’s tearful confession fills the large hallway of the shared apartment.