#bughead halloween

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From World of Archie Double Digest #43 (2014).

[gogenevieveart]

Another in our series of Bughead pinups: Dressed as salt and pepper shakers for Halloween 🎃 (it’s Christmas now, so that’s how late this commission was completed hahaha) I’ve also included the other pinups in this series 🌞 Patreon commission for @daphnesvieira

[celandineitsaflowerdickward]

"The call is coming from inside the house...”

By @celandineitsaflowerdickward

“Hello?, who’s this?” 

"The call is coming from inside the house...” Came the deep, husky voice from the phone.

It sent a shiver down her body, yet not chilling, instead ending in a pool of heat in her abdomen. 

Her breathed hitched and the voice coming from the phone broke the silence once again.

 “Well,.. technically right outside, come open the door for me, will you baby?” 

She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face, as a knock on the door came immediately after. Hanging up the phone without another word, she opened the door to the masked man outside. As he pulled the mask of he sighed longingly and said 

“Trick or treat, Betts?”

“Hmm... I should trick you for being late Jug, but I’m in need of a treat” she said as she pulled the collar of his shirt and kissed him deeply.

[shymeg]

The Dare’s on All Hallows eve

23 and 58 please :) @dreamer757

23. “The house is not haunted.”

58. “Making out in a graveyard?”

                                      The Dares on All Hallow EVE

Betty and Jughead's locker were nearby each other. Every year a dare was delivered to certain peoples lockers all 4 years it seemed that Jug and Betty got one. This year was no different.

Jughead's Dare was Go to the Old blossom Estate.

Betty's Dare, Go to Riverdale Cemetery and have a make-out session until Midnight, you must be there at eleven. 

Betty didn't want to do her Dare. She felt it was disrespectful to the dead. Betty also felt saddened, knowing that she almost had to bury Jughead in one after his stupid savior moment. That her dad was in one. So was Fred Andrews. She and Jug missed Fred. He was indeed a father to both of them. Especially when everything was spiraling out of control. She had to put Archie in a coffin. So, she felt this was some cruel joke. To test her. Yet, she wasn't going to lose. It said, Make-out, and the best Make-out partner had to do his own Dare. Maybe, if she did it with him, he'd be more willing to go into the Cemetery. She figured he may have his demons when it came to her Dare. Yet, he'd never disappoint her.

"Jug," her voice was soft, almost so soft you almost couldn't hear it. He turned around to face her, scratching his head at what his Dare had said, "What's up, Betts?" She loved it when he called her Betts. Her eyes gleamed. "Do you want to do our Dare's together? The rules don't state we can't?"

He smiled the biggest grin, "sure, yours or mine first?"

She knew they'd have to do his since they were Halloween dares, so she said, "What is your's Juggie?"

she saw a tint of red, and his eyes got more prominent at the name, "Go to the old Blossom Estate."

oh great, that place was a burden to both her and Jug whoever gave out the Halloween Dares were genuinely trying to torment them.

"Alright, well, let's do yours first. I mean, we all know that isn't haunted."

Jug smiled and said, "Alright, well, let's get some flashlights, a backpack for food, and well warmer clothes."

Betty nodded and smiled as they went to their houses to get supplies. They agreed to meet at Pops at 6. She was secretly thrilled. She loved her boyfriend, and she knew he loved her. Yet, it was something so thrilling about these Dares. Why the Blossom Estate? Why the Graveyard? She knew it had nothing to do with Cheryl because Cheryl was two years older and had gone to college. The Estate was abandoned because Cheryl wanted nothing to do with her family name. Her Nana was living in Thistle house a little bit away from the Estate. Thistle house was like a manor, whereas the Blossom Estate was a Mansion. Cheryl's mother had died in the horrid fire, but yet the mansion still sits. The flames may have set ablaze, but the house never went under.

She smiled to herself, thinking maybe this is just another one to investigate for the Junior detective agency. Betty often wondered who chose the Dare's and why certain people got them and how come others didn't? Betty wondered how they would know if they even did the Dare? Were they lurking? Did people set it up like a spook house? In all her 4 years she never figured that out. This year she was almost tempted too. Yet, if she did that, would it ruin the fun and the thrill of doing the Dares?

She heard the bell ding, and she saw a slender figure with a beanie. Dressed in all black but luckily he was wearing his dad's winter jacket. The weather was always odd, especially at night. He got a burger and fries to go typical Jughead.

When Betty and Jughead went outside.  She noticed that Jug's motorcycle was nowhere to be found.  He must have walked here under the assumption that they would take Betty's car and probably not hit up Pop's after the last Dare. Jughead was correct, of course. Yet, he could have told her, and she would have picked him up.  Yet, Jug might have thought that if she did that, he wouldn't get his food.   Betty realized she had forgotten to tell Jughead what the last Dare was.   She'd tell him later.  

So, first up, Blossom Estate. Betty's car crawled up the drive. She gave Jughead one last look. He seems okay, but she knew his life was threatened by Clifford Blossom. His dad almost put away for a murder he honestly didn't do, yet covered up because of blackmail. She also knew that Jug and his father were having problems at the time, yet he loved Jug, and Jug loved him. The Blossoms and the Police tried to pin the murder on Jug first. Merely because he was being bullied by Jason and his cohorts was also hard for her to stomach. Yet, Fred came to Jughead's aide. The father figure that he was, and he knew Jug and knew that his second son would never commit murder and then try to figure out who did it.

She looked at Jug and said, "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'll be Betts." He gave her a wink. The last time they were in this house was for Jason's funeral, where they found out that Jason was going to marry Polly. They were supposed to have run away together.

Betty realized when she and Jug were investigating in Jason's old room. That she kind of might be liking Jug and seeing him in a different light. That he wasn't Archie's Shadow. That he was more sincere and always supported Betty and her endeavors. Yet, he was a scared- y cat because he hid behind her when Nana Rose entered the scene. She laughed. His blue eyes twinkled, he smirked and said, "What are you laughing at Cooper?"

"The last time we were here, how you got so scared of Nana Rose that you hid behind me!" he smiled, "I'd knew you'd protect me you always have."

They slowly went up the front steps. Jughead had his hand on the door. He opened it, and the door creaked. He stated, "Anybody home," no answer "Yeah I didn't think so" He took out the flashlight from his backpack and turned it on. Betty followed shortly after. The Estate looked like a tomb. A lot of it was burned, but most of it held up like a tomb. Furniture under clothes or sheet protectors, spider webs on the wall, dust everywhere, nothing was moved. Cheryl took nothing. Nana Rose already lived in Thistle house so, most of her more critical things weren't in this house anyway.

Jug decided to go into the kitchen. Betty laughed, thinking, of course, he would. Jughead just smirked at her, already knowing what she must be assuming. He opened it, and to his sorrow, there was no food in it, and the fridge was unplugged. Yet there was some wine. It sat out and had a ton of dust on it. He had to use his hands just to figure out what it was. He went to the closet, and all the food was gone, so Jughead chuckled, "Well, at least we knew Cheryl took the food out." Betty snorted because of Jug and his love for food. They went the back way upstairs. They heard a low creak. Neither one of them knew where it came from. both looked at each other Jug said, "Must just be the house settling." Yeah, that was it. The mansion was settling Betty, and Jughead heard a loud bang. They opened up the room nearest to them. Hoping something fell off the shelves. Jughead might have been slightly hoping for a random book to be in the house, and he could just borrow it and put it back at a later date. Yet, they could find nothing to explain the loud bang. So two Junior Detectives kept going. They heard footsteps this time. It seemed closer and another bang. Jughead looked at Betty, "I thought this house wasn't haunted?" Betty snickers, "That doesn't mean they didn't rig it to not scare us, Jug!" She laughed Jughead kissed her," Well, ghosts, you can have me, but you can't have my girl!"

Leave it to Jughead to say that. Betty thought. Her smile grew on her face, and she was afraid that one day, his little compliments like that wouldn't bring the same joy. Betty hoped that would never happen. She loved him, and she knew he loved her with all of his heart. He was the first one to say, I love you. Betty knew how hard it was for Jughead to say that. His dad was away, he had abandonment issues, he'd be going to  South Side high for school and was he open, so open, more open then she'd ever seen him at that moment. Betty was shocked because she felt she'd be the first one and be lucky if she'd ever heard those words from Jughead. So at this moment here and now she said, "I love you Jug those ghosts can't have you either."

They decided to go look for the tape recorder or whatever they rigged it with.  Yet, all Betty and Jughead found was mice poop, and Betty screamed when she saw a real mouse. She jumped into Jughead's arm, and he held her. Like he never wanted to let go. They searched that house for probably two hours. The Dare just said to go. No further instructions. Where her's was a little bit more specific.

Betty drove back to Pops, and they sat down to eat a Burger and had a few cups of coffee to warm up and grab a few to go for the graveyard. She forgot she was supposed to tell him her Dare once they left the Blossom Estate. Yet Jughead never asked. Jughead probably didn't ask her because Betty asked him if they could do it together. Meaning she felt safe with him. So now she blushed at the mere thought of him being scared of Nana Rose.

She did feel safe with him. He was her rock, her anchor. So, when she pulled into Riverdale Cemetery and saw his eyes flash for a second. She knew she should have prepared him. Yet, he simply said, "What are we doing here, Betty?" She looked down she couldn't face him, "My Dare Jug, is to make out in this Cemetery for an hour until Midnight. The only Make-out partner I want is you. I'm not going to let who is picking these dares ruin my Halloween, and you know me, Jug, I never back down from a challenge."

Jug just nodded, "Well let's go" He opened his car door slowly looking at the gate. He didn't like it here. Yet, he wouldn't have Betty making out with ghosts or to lose a dare because he refused to help the love of his life. So, he started it.

He kissed her slow at first right in front of the gate. She kissed gently back. His hand reached out to her chin. He kissed her harder, and she bit his lip. He wanted to say ow because it hurt a little. Yet, he liked this side of Betty and didn't want her to stop. He slowly moved his hand to brush her hair away, and he stopped kissing her mouth to simply blow in her ear and slowly nibble it. She made out this low mew, and he loved it. He moved down her neck kissing and licking, and when she tried to push away, he'd go back to her ear and nip at it. He knew she wanted her mouth on his mouth when she grabbed his hair. She pushed her mouth to his, and he felt a power surge, and his mouth opened to hers as their tongues began to fight. He could taste that caramel latte she chose to have instead of her typical hot chocolate. He wanted more, but unfortunately for him, he had to breathe. She pushed him down and straddled him. He was not used to this, Betty. Maybe a ghost had possessed her when her hands started lifting his shirt. She started playing with his nipples and licking them. They never tried this. He just really wanted to satisfy Betty, and if she was pleased, so was he this was different. It made him squirm.

Betty enjoyed Jughead squirming under her. She loved how her hands made his chest warm. That this boy had muscle that nobody could see but her. She wanted to make him happy too. Betty bit his neck and drew blood.  Betty was becoming some sort of animal; her animal instincts were taking over. Betty didn't care. She kissed him, and she bit his lip until it bled. She apologized when she saw him wince.

She bowed down and let him kiss her with such passion, but when he tried to roll them over, she said, "No, Jug, this is my Dare."

She saw his eyes flicker at the moment. He relaxed and just let her take it. Yet she heard his plea, "I want to kiss you, Betty." She snickered, "I Know Jug, and when this Dare is over, I'll let you kiss me there, I promise. Until then, you only get my mouth and my neck, but I get all of you."

She liked this Betty.  Betty even thinks Jughead likes it. Maybe not where she made him bleed per se but the other stuff.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "We have 30 minutes Mr. Jones, and for those 30 minutes, you are all mine." She rolled her hips into him slowly, so he grunted because he wasn't getting the friction he needed. She was-being evil. She knew this, but she'd make it up to him. She just couldn't do that deed here. So all they were going to do was Make-out, so she gave him something to be mad about so when they got back to her place. Her mom always being gone. That he'd pound into her with no mercy. He'd make her scream and shout and beg for more. Until then, he'd live with the slow torture of not being able to get off either. While making his half-hour a slow fate.

She kissed him passionately, she played with him, Betty held Jug's hair as tightly as possible when he tried to get more than she was willing to give. She loved him, and she knew this was torture, but he complained very little. He respected the dead. So, he huffed a few times. He cried out, Betty. Even Please. She loved it when he said that. For that, he got kissed hard, and she twisted his nipples, and she blew on them a little harder.

She loved the taste of his mouth, sweet and oh so tangy. She could devour him like he does those cheeseburgers. The last kiss was gentle and slow, letting him know the torture of the make-out session was almost over.

So when the real one happened, it would probably last more than an hour switching different positions, and god how she wanted him. How she knew he wanted her. She apologized for the lack of the more risque make out session. Yet, she knew he'd understood.

She helped him up, she looked at him and kissed him slow, "Ready to go to my house, Jug?"

"Yes, I am," he smiled.

He looked at her and said, "Let the bewitching hour began. Happy Saints day Betty."

The onlookers figured maybe Betty had figured them out, and that's why nothing truly risque happened in the Cemetery. No real exposure. They couldn't get anything. She was to smart for them or just too respectful. Either way, this was their last year, and Jughead and Betty had both survived unscathed by the Dare police.

[hellkaisersangel]

I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

(Halloween fic inspired by True Blood)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper

Warnings: Harassment, Swearing, Teasing

A/N: This is a little drabble I was working on, nothing special but I hope you guys enjoy it! Please forgive any errors, I only get to write at night when my kids go to bed so I'm exhausted by then.

Betty wiped the hot angry tears from her eyes, pulling her jacket around her tighter when the cool October night wind brushed against the bare skin of her legs. She fought off a shiver and reached up to tug her golden locks free from the tight bun she had wrapped them in in hopes that they would shield her neck from the cold air.

“You cheating asshole!” she had screamed when she had walked into her best friend’s kitchen during his annual Halloween party to see her boyfriend of two years with a strange girl pinned beneath him against the refrigerator. She had thrown her nearly full red plastic cup of punch and had made contact with the back of his head before he was able to turn around, the bright green liquid drenching him and the other girl.

“Betty! Wait!” he had called as she bolted for the front door and nearly collided with a shirtless Reggie Mantle whom she hadn’t seen since high school.

“Yo, Coop, what’s up? What’s the rush? Party’s just getting started!” She had ignored him though, pushing past him and making her way to the front door before Archie had grabbed her wrist to stop her. She glared him down as he begged for forgiveness and a chance to explain but she wouldn’t have it. Instead she jerked her arm free, snarling at him to ‘leave her the fuck (a word she rarely ever used) alone’ and rushed outside into the chilly night air. She had scrambled for his car where she left her fairy wings and exchanged her high heels for her flats, her purse, and her favorite cream colored pea coat.

She stopped on the sidewalk and dug through her purse, pulling out her phone and scowling when she saw she had no service.

“Damn Verizon.” she scoffed and angrily shoved her phone back into her purse. She needed to get a hold of her sister, or even Kevin, to see if she could get a ride home to collect her things. She’d be damned if she stayed another night with him. A low whistle made her blood run cold and she looked up to find herself in the middle of Picken’s Park in the Southside of town. Had she really made the nearly forty-five minute walk from Kevin’s house to the Southside Riverdale?

“Little girl, little girl, what do we have here?” a deep, gravely voice asked and Betty felt her face pale and her heart stop as she looked around for the origin on the voice.

“Who’s there?” she asked as she whirled around at the sound of a twig snapping, “You better come out where I can see you or I’m calling the police right now!”

“Feisty one, isn’t she?” another voice asked and Betty swallowed hard, yanking out her keychain and fumbling for the small canister of mace hanging with her house key. Dark figures started moving out of the bushes and Betty felt as if her heart was going to give out as they began to surround her.

“Who are you?” she asked with a shaky voice as she felt her hands begin to tremble. They drew closer, the moonlight finally hitting their faces. There were five of them, four men and a woman, and they closed their circle around her.

“She looks good enough to eat.” the woman said as she twisted a pink strand of hair around her finger, her other hand propped on her hip as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip slowly.

“Easy, Toni.” tallest one out of the group said as he reached up to scratch his beard, Betty recognizing his voice as the first one she heard, “Sweet Pea, don’t you think she’d make a nice present to take back to the Wyrm?”

“I’m starting to agree with Toni.” the one addressed as Sweet Pea said and ran smiled slowly at her, “Care to come play with us, Blondie? I promise I don’t bite too hard.” Betty wrapped her arms around herself as she moved her eyes from one person to the next. How was she going to get out of this? They had her surrounded and they didn’t look like they were going to let her go anytime soon? Why the hell did she decide to go walking by herself without paying attention to where she was ending up?

“Get away from me.” she tried to warn sternly but her knew her voice was failing her, “Please, just let me go home.”

“Get away from her.” another voice said and she watched as they all turned to look in the same direction, Betty gasping as a young man stepped from the shadows and made his way towards them, “Well well well, what a sight for sore eyes. Betty Cooper, Northside Princess as I live and breathe.”

“Jughead?” She felt her heart slam into her chest as he stepped through the circle and stopped right in front of her. He brought a hand out and tilted her chin up to get a better look at her.

“Go back to the Wyrm. I’ll see you all there soon.” he demanded and without a word from the others they disappeared into the night, Betty’s eyes widening at the disbelief in their speed, “What brings you here, your majesty?” he mocked and she swatted his hand away as she took a step back to put space between them.

“I wound up here by accident. I was just getting ready to head home when your friends surrounded me.”

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you’re going next time, Princess. It’s a little too dangerous here for a girl like you. Run back home to your perfect prince and stay the hell out of the Southside.” Jughead warned as he narrowed his steely blue eyes as her eyebrows raised and she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Excuse me, just who the hell do you think you are? What are you, King of the Southside?” she asked as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms.

“Yes.” he answered simply and she huffed before taking a step towards him. He instinctively took a step back, “Now go back to Archie and live your perfect life. Stay away, I won’t warn you again.” With that he turned to leave and she reached out, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. He whirled around and she gasped as she jerked her hand back.

He’s freezing…

“Betty, you’re a smart girl. Get. Out. Now.”

“For your information I dumped Archie’s sorry cheating ass. Two, it’s a free country, Jughead Jones, and I can come and go as I please. You may run a group of bullies, but you don’t run me!”

In a split second Betty found herself flat on her back staring up into Jughead’s eyes as he hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head and his knees on either side of her hips. Her eyes traveled over the pale skin of his face and to his lips that he kept firmly pressed together as he studied her.

“You don’t understand, Betty, I need you to leave. Please. For your own safety GO. HOME.” he pleaded and her eyes met his in confusion.

“Jughead, what’s wrong? Are you in trouble? Are we in trouble?” she asked and he closed his eyes as he hung his head, Betty fighting the urge to run her fingers just once through his thick raven locks.

She remembered Jughead from school. They had almost had all of the same classes since Kindergarten and for years he was Archie’s best friend. That was until he was uprooted from Riverdale High and transferred to Southside High where she heard rumors he had joined the notorious and dangerous motorcycle gang, The Southside Serpents.

“Betty, I’m a dangerous man, you have to keep your distance from me, please understand.” he begged softly as his eyes opened and made contact with hers. She reached up and placed a hand against his face, Jughead stilling but he never broke eye contact with her.

“You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t.” she whispered. The world around them seemed to move in a blur and before she knew it they were back on their feet and he held her wrists in his hands. She blinked and looked around, trying to figure out how she had gotten to her feet so quickly.

“Betty, I’m not the same person I used to be. Go home, stay away from me, okay? All I’ll ever do is hurt you.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. How dangerous could Forsythe Jones the III be?” she whispered and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, Jughead’s eyes narrowing as he took a step towards her. Betty gasped as her back pressed against the hard bark of a tree, Jughead using one of his hands to pin her wrists above her head as he smiled slowly.

“Elizabeth Cooper you are playing a very dangerous game.” he whispered as he leaned in towards her, her breath catching as his lips brushed against hers.

You just broke up with Archie, idiot, calm yourself down.

“You’ve never been an idiot, very far from it in fact.” Jughead quipped and Betty’s eyebrows shot up. Had she said that out loud without realizing it?

“No, you didn’t.” he answered her and her body stilled as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

“How did you...what’s going on?” she whispered as she tried to swallow back the panic that was rising in her chest, Jughead running his tongue along his teeth before his canines slid down into two sharp fangs. She froze, holding her breath as her emerald eyes moved from his mouth up to his dark blues.

“Like I said, I’m a dangerous man.”

“Like I said, you won’t hurt me.” she whispered and tilted her head up to better look at him, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked as he dipped his head down, his hands releasing hers and moving to hold her hips as he pressed his face into her neck, “You heart is racing. It sounds so beautiful.” His lips brushed her tender skin and Betty arched her back and pressed herself against him. She felt the tips of his fangs rest against her skin and she swallowed hard as she placed her hands on his biceps, feeling the hard muscle underneath his thin black button up shirt. He pressed her firmly against the tree and nudged his knee between her two shaking legs.

“What are you?” she whispered as she felt herself tilting her head to give him better access when his fangs moved and cool soft lips were in their place.

“Are you sure you really want to know?” he asked between kisses that he trailed up her neck, flicking his tongue out and running it along the shell of her ear before moving to her jawline, “It might make your blood run cold and it’s much more delicious when it’s warm.” She turned her head to look at him through hooded eyes and he smiled to flash his razor sharp fangs.

“Jughead.” she whispered softly, running her tongue along her bottom lip and he came forward to nip her lip before placing a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

“Go home, Betty. Stay away from me before I get you hurt.” With that he stepped back and Betty didn’t have a chance to protest before he disappeared in a blur. She was startled out of her trance at the sound of her phone ringing, Betty digging through her purse and scowling at Archie’s name. She hit ignore and dialed her sister’s number who picked up after the second ring, promising to come pick her up immediately after Betty told her about Archie. As she moved to sit at a bench she smiled and sat down, opening her web browser and typing in the name she had heard tossed around between the others; ‘Wyrm.’

The search results yielded a bar just five minutes down the road from her and she clicked on the link to read more about it.

Owner: Forsythe Jones III

“I’ll see you again soon, Juggie.” she whispered with a slow smile as she pocketed her phone and waited for her sister.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Archie Double Digest #354 (2024).

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Tricky Treats, World of Betty and Veronica #9 (2021).

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Happy Halloween, Pals 'n' Gals! ♥