“Can you tell me which one is the Little Dipper again?” Twelve year old Betty Cooper glanced over at her best friend as they laid on the grass. Jughead knew all the stars and constellations. He had gotten a book about them when he was five from his grandmother for his birthday.
“Well,” Jughead raised his arm to point to the sky. “The Little Dipper is upside down. So, you see the Big Dipper?” Betty nodded, looking from Jughead to the sky. “It’s a little to the right.”
Jughead reached over and took Betty’s hand, using her finger to point out each dots so she could get a clear view. “The two brightest stairs are will help.”
“Wow.” Betty grinned.
He smiled, too, looking over at Betty. He knew that she knew where it was but she always seemed to ask, and Jughead didn’t mind. Betty was beyond exceptional for a twelve year old, the smartest in their class.
“Juggie?”
“Yeah, Betty?”
Betty turned her head and looked at him., the moon casting a shadow on her face. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”
I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox.
all in english.
most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr.
non completed fics will have *.
smut
you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -
Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up.
goldilocks by lusterrdust -
Her hair just does something to him.
touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -
Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room.
resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.
three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.
stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.
in distance by lusterrdust -
It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home.
camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -
Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping.
close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did.
up close and personal (part 1, part 2) by wordsonpages1
fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are.
hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues.
the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety.
beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -
“You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other?
drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.
i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones.
space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper.
living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?
red sunrise by lusterrdust -
Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.
fluff
once upon a coffee shop by javajunkie * -
Betty works at a coffee shop where Jughead is a regular customer.
your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other.
foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -
Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry.
skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin.
drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.
do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy.
dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it.
lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.
red lipstick by lusterrdust -
She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.
to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog.
first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment
series
break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad.
bizarre love triangle by ficmuse * - When Jughead stumbles upon the yearbook from the Class of 1991, secrets are revealed that will forever alter how the teens of Riverdale view their parents.
"Person A is walking down the hallway at school/work and Person B walks up behind them and pulls on their bag to get their attention. Person A flips out into self defense mode and this is really awkward because I’ve pinned you against the wall with my elbow in your throat and our faces are inches from each others and we are ~just friends~ but holy fuck do you look hot when you’re mad and you just pinned me against a wall and there is a lot of possible sexual tension here lord help."
It was Monday morning and Betty Cooper was running late. Her
converse squeaked slightly as she rushed down the hallway, her hands hastily
pinning a stray hair back into place as the curls of her pony tail bounced with
the hurried movements.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she mumbled as she noted the lack of
students in the halls, checking her watch and letting out a groan with the
realisation that homeroom had already begun.
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails grazing the skin of
her palms she willed the pressure in her chest to dissipate. Her breathing was
shallow and her stomach was in knots as her anxiety spiked.
Locker first. No home
room first. But you’re already late. Wait which is closer.
Her eyes darted around the hallway, when suddenly they
landed on a dark figure turning the corner up ahead. She strained her gaze
before her green orbs widened with realisation. She knew that dark figure. It
was the beanie that gave him away, the same grey knitted cap he had worn ever
since they met as children.
Suddenly the anxiety left her body, the impending panic
attack halting as shock took its place. Her feet fused to the ground as her
limbs seized with surprise.
Here’s some bughead fanfiction that nobody asked me to do but I got bored and horny so…Also don’t read this if you don’t like smut or if you know me irl. I will die of embarrassment. This for all my fellow bughead sinners, so here goes my first fic.
Words: 1648
Warnings: Don’t read this if you don’t like Bughead smut, hoe don’t do it *does it*
Betty had just finished up her
biology homework in the library when her phone started ring. The ring tone
Candy Girl by the pussycats started blasting from her phone and before she knew
it the librarian was giving her the stink eye. Great. As if she didn’t hate me more.
“Shush!” The librarian hissed as she fumbled for her phone’s
silent switch.
“Uh-uh I’m sorry! I’ll just turn my phone off.”
She quickly silenced the phone
before she could see the raven-haired boy’s smirk pop up on her phone. Jughead
was calling her. Looking at his quite
pleased with himself expression in the picture on her phone made her feel
guilty for not being able to answer it. She knew she still had to finish AP
English and Algebra homework before she could even indulge in seeing that boy.
Having that boy even within walking distance was not going to help with her
focus. Resist Betty, resist she
thought to herself when imagining him strolling through the library in his
leather jacket and oh…
If you guys don’t already know I’ve started up a fic and I’m going to make it multi chapter. I have no clue how long it’s going to be but I have plans for it to be pretty long. Hopefully you all enjoy. Explicit as hell and I am not ashamed. Right now it’s just called Friends with Benefits but if anyone has name ideas I’m open to anything!
huge thanks to @finnsxprincess for reading this over for me <33 xoxo
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“You are my dearest friend,
my deepest love, you are
the best of me.”
—Nicholas Sparks
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It’s somehow always been Archie.
Since they were kids, him watching Betty give her extra
stick of gum to his red-headed best friend, to the doting gaze she started to
develop well into their middle school and then high school years, Jughead had
seen the movies, heard the stories and yet, here he was, witnessing the sad and
pathetic view of unrequited love.
Betty loves Archie, Archie loves Veronica, and Veronica
loves anything with shine or sparkle. And Jughead? He loves food.
Food is simple. Uncomplicated.
You eat it, you feel good. Simple.
What’s not simple? The feeling arising in his stomach
after witnessing a teary-eyed Betty Cooper hiding behind the duper at Pop’s
one breezy evening in July.
She’s wearing a white summer dress and her lips look
darker today, like the cherries he loves to pluck off his milkshakes. But it’s
her eyes that make him pause; they’re vibrant blue, like the crashing waves he
feels rumbling around in his stomach right now.
Okay, sure. He likes Betty Cooper as well. But he knows
the chances of her returning his feelings are leveled with that of him becoming
a vegan. Slim to none.
I will set the scene with my words. Betty is sleeping and she gets awoken suddenly by a certain pupper licking her face and there is a gift attached to his collar that she doesn't see immediately and behind the dog is jughead and child presenting her with breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. If this is too specific ignore me
While I love the finale, and Serpent!Juggie and Dark!Betty, and Bughead smut, I think I needed to take the time to just write something a little shorter and fluffier - hope you enjoy! (I couldn’t resist the tiniest bit of angst so there’s a very brief mention of pre-natal depression, just as a warning.)
Betty’s mind clung to the quiet depths of peaceful slumber. Sleep was a luxury these days, and while the wakeful hours brought her nothing but joy she was definitely grateful for the moments her head finally hit the soft feather pillows of her bed. She welcomed the snug cocoon her duvet provided her, wriggling further into its embrace and pushing her cheek into the pillow in an attempt to stay asleep just that little bit longer.
The rough, sandpaper tongue moving incessantly against her cheek had other ideas, though. She sighed through parted lips as she let her eyelids begin to flutter, knowing this was the beginning of the end for her Sunday lie-in. Why does he never lick Jughead’s face first? Betty thought with drowsy affection, picturing the shaggy fur of their beloved sheepdog awaiting her. She lifted the arm that was hanging off the side of the mattress, her hand feeling like a slight dead weight from where it had lost circulation in the night, to pat his soft head.
“Morning, Hot Dog,” she rasped, throat thick with sleep as she scratched behind his ears, the sound of his rhythmic panting finally making its way through her sleep-addled brain.
“Morning, Mommy,” a voice replied. Betty jumped in surprise, rolling onto her back and lifting her eyes to glance down to the foot of the bed. The sight that greeted her filled her chest with warmth, all traces of sleepiness vanishing in an instant. A bright grin spread across her face as she stretched, one fist coming down to rub at her eyes.
“Hi, baby,” she cooed at the little girl who was bouncing in Jughead’s sturdy hands. Juliet let out a happy gurgle at the sight of her mom, reaching out to Betty with chubby fists. Betty scooped her up, pulling her close to nuzzle her nose into the soft fuzz of her hair. There was nothing quite like the scent of babies, it was genetically intoxicating.
Both parents laughed as Juliet began to blow bubbles from between her rose petal lips, her spit joining Hot Dog’s on Betty’s cheek. Betty couldn’t help but melt as her daughter flashed a toothless smile, her attempts at giggles filling the room. Jughead stared at them fondly, still unable to believe his luck.
Betty looked up at him, beautiful even with a million fly-aways from her bun surrounding her bare face. She was radiant all on her own, no matter how she looked, no matter the time of day. Her every flaw made her perfect.
“Good morning,” she murmured bashfully, still unable not to blush under his gaze, even after all these years - he wouldn’t trade that for the world. It gave him a certain pride to know that he could invoke such reactions without even a touch of his fingers, his lips, to her skin. Jughead crawled up the bed, bouncing next to his wife on the mattress in a mess of long, graceless limbs. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing a delicate kiss to her temple as she leant into his side.
“Happy First Mother’s Day,” he said into her hair, unquenchable smile on his lips. Betty stilled in his arms for a moment before letting the tension leave her frame. She turned to look at him with wide, unassuming eyes.
“My first one,” she whispered, awe colouring her voice. Jughead tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, fingers trailing down to trace the marks left by the pillow on her reddened cheek.
“The first of many,” he confirmed with a gentle smile. Betty turned from him to look again at Juliet - she’d already learnt to sit on her own and was grasping at the sheets with curious hands.
Jughead slipped one of his fingers between all of hers, shaking it playfully when she clasped on. Betty bit her lip as she watched the scene before her, unable to believe some days that they’d made it to this place. It was an uncertain road, from that day she invited him to write for the Blue and Gold to them sitting here on their bed. It had been unimaginably hard at times - Betty would never forget the almost crushing weight she’d felt throughout her pregnancy, the doctor’s assuring her that pre-natal depression was a common occurrence. But Betty knew that after all the loss that she’d already faced in her life that it was more than that. It was on her, it was all on her, to make sure this baby made it safely into the world. After such uncertainty plaguing their lives Betty wasn’t sure she could do it.
And then there was Jughead. Oh, how much she needed Jughead. The intensity of her feelings for the boy who climbed through her window to slay all of her demons alongside her still took her breath away. They were so in tune; he always knew when to stay away, when to drift closer. He’d coaxed her out of the darkest times during those nine months, drawing her into the light in the way he always told her she had done for him in their youth.
The light had never shone brighter than when she was born - Juliet. Betty’s fondness for the name had made him laugh, his heart fluttering in his chest at the memories it held for both of them.
“We made her, Jug. We made her together,” Betty kept repeating incredulously as they stared down at the bundle in her arms. Jughead had placed a kiss against her still damp forehead, tears beginning their trail down his cheeks.
“Always together.”
Betty was brought out of her reverie by the squeals filling the air, Jughead having lunged forward to blow raspberries against Juliet’s little, round belly. Betty let out a joyous laugh, shaking her head at the childlike quality she hoped her husband would never grow out of. Jughead glanced over his shoulder at her, features slightly obstructed by the dark curl falling into his eyes.
“Hot Dog was supposed to bring you your gift,” he began, sitting up to come closer to her ear as he dropped his voice. “But I guess you just taste too good,” he murmured, delighting in Betty’s involuntary shiver. She swatted his shoulder playfully as he smirked.
“A gift?” she asked cheekily, not-so-subtly bringing the conversation back to the topic of her present. Jughead rolled his eyes affectionately, lifting Juliet into his lap.
“Check his collar.” Betty’s brows furrowed as she leant over to where Hot Dog was standing with two paws on the mattress, watching his family interact with glistening eyes. Betty peered around his head, fingers reaching to unclip the box she hadn’t noticed from the leather strap.
Upon opening it she gasped, hand coming to her chest.
“Look inside,” Jughead encouraged, pleased with her reaction. Betty’s fingers trembled as she lifted the delicate silver pendant out of its velvet bed, twisting it back and forth so the early morning light could illuminate the intricate engravings on the metal. She fiddled with the clasp, popping it open to see what Jughead had filled it with.
There were two pictures. The first was of Betty and Jughead, curled around each other as teenagers in a booth at Pop’s - their safe place. Betty could still feel the vinyl beneath her fingertips if she focused hard enough, the smell of fries and the taste of whipped cream clouding her senses. On the other side was a picture of Jughead, handsomely dishevelling in his first few days as a father, gazing down at a soft pink bundle in his arms.
“Now, no matter what happens, you’ll always have us with you,” Jughead told her, smiling hopefully. Tears brimmed along Betty’s waterline, threatening to fall as she held the jewellery close to her heart. She brushed her lips tenderly against Jughead’s, closing her eyes tightly against the overwhelming sweetness. When she pulled back she ran a soothing hand over Juliet’s head, taking in her family before her.
“Always together,” she repeated their phrase. As if it was written in the very foundations of Riverdale, they would always be together.
A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath!
“Okay, I should go”
“Do you have to?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Betty sighed and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Jughead’s nose before pushing herself up to a seated position and placing her feet on the floor, “I’ve got to go back to my place before work starts. I left my computer there.”
Jughead groaned, grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her back into bed, “Just five more minutes.” he mumbled.
Betty laughed and rolled her eyes, “Juggie, you said that five minutes ago. And again five minutes before that. If I don’t leave now I’ll be late.”
Betty sat up once more, and this time Jughead rose with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Betty leaned into the comfort, releasing a small moan.
“Move in with me.”
“What?” Betty laughed, turning to face him. Her smile faded to shock as she registered the look of seriousness on his face. “Are you - are you serious?”
“Why not?” Jughead grinned, “You practically live here anyway! And you know how much I hate it when you leave. Besides… isn’t this what people do when, you know, they’re in our position?”
“In our position?” Betty smiled at his fumbling, eyebrows raised in jest.
“I just meant… I love you. And I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you every morning. I want you to move into my apartment. I want it to be our apartment.”
Betty looked at his wide, puppy-dog smile in disbelief, “Okay. Okay let’s do this.”
“Yeah?” Jughead asked, eyes brimming with hope.
“Yeah,” Betty smiled and leaned in, cupping his face in her hands and excitedly placing a kiss on his lips, “Yeah! Let’s move in together!”
Jughead grinned and tackled her back onto the bed, pinning her down and peppering her with kisses. “I love you so much right now it’s insane.”
Betty giggled, “I love you too. So, so much.” She practically squealed in excitement before kissing him once more. Suddenly aware of the time, Betty let out a laugh. “Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”
I hope this new year keeps us close as the family that we are. You guys are all wonderful people. I love you all so much! I know I only speak with a few of you but know I’m here for all of you. If you ever need someone to talk to about anything, I’m here. I hope this year brings a whole lot more of Bughead (happy Bughead because we know that they deserve a break) and also SH of course. Here are some of the people that I love so much and I’m a fan of:
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