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lovedinapastlife · 10 months
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Fic: Any world with you will do
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Any world with you will do by SunlitGarden for dsvridiculousfangirl
Time-traveling contemporary Jughead tries to convince 50's Betty to help him save the world by showing her how intimately he knows her in other timelines. ~~~~ Jughead cannot stand being in this decade–hell, this universe–for one more minute. He stalks into the Blue and Gold, his heart skipping at the sight of a beautiful, swing-skirt-wearing blonde rearranging the photo layout. “Help me Betty Cooper, you’re my only hope,” he says. She quirks an eyebrow. “What?” He tugs his cap. “Ah, sorry, that movie hasn’t come out yet.” “What are you talking about, Jughead?” She giggles, her voice airy and light in a way that makes his stomach tighten with need. Her smile transcends timelines. He loves her in tight sweaters and nylons, but he misses her bandanas and overalls too. He’s not sure he can miss and adore someone when she’s standing right in front of him. Sort of. But he had that problem in other universes too.
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the-feelings-mutual · 5 months
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the “best pillow talk ever” scene was supposed to have two kisses AND an “i love you”?????
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jancysmixtape · 1 year
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Bughead as the 5 love languages:
Words of affirmation:
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Quality time:
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Gift giving:
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bluevelvetvideo · 1 year
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Bughead Appreciation Week: Day Two - Soulmates
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You Can't Blame Gravity (for Falling in Love) & Testify
Crowned Snakes & Triple Cherry Milkshakes series (more codas to come).
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“So, Betty. I didn’t know you were a Serpent. I definitely would remember seeing you around.”
“Oh, I’m not. What would make you say that I am?”
“With that giant snake on your thigh, I just figured that must be the case," Joaquin said, taking a bite of his pizza.
“Oh. Right. Nope. Not a Serpent. I woke up on my eighteenth birthday with this giant green monstrosity and I’ve been trying to figure it out ever since.”
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Jughead Jones has been staring at his soulmark for twelve years, trying to figure out what it meant and who it belonged to.
Betty Cooper knew what her soulmark meant, but it didn't make any sense to her.
a professor/student fic with a soulmate twist.
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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years
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17 Crimes - Chapter 1
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Chapter 1 - About A Girl
Jesus... Cheryl might actually be The Red Queen... he thought to himself as he wandered among the hedges, his fingers tracing the petals of a blood-red rose. Well, no wet paint. Guess Alice got to keep her head... for now... 
Suddenly, Jughead froze as the sounds of someone softly crying floated through the night air. 
It was faint - as if the person was trying to keep anyone from hearing them - but he knew that whoever they were had to be close by. Typically, Jughead would have walked away, not one to get into drama or other people’s business, but his curiosity got the better of him. 
Plus, if someone was actually hurt, he would feel like an epic asshole if he just left them out there all alone in a creepy Kubrick-style hedge maze. (It wasn’t snowing, but knowing Thornhill and all its gothic horror aesthetic, there might actually be some crazy guy with an ax somewhere nearby.)
He followed the soft sobs to the center of the maze and found a blonde sitting alone on a stone bench, her back to him as she curled in on herself and cried. Even with her hair down and shrouding her face, Jughead would know this weeping angel anywhere. 
Betty Cooper.
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heytherejulietx · 2 years
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tipping point - bughead
↳ requested by @crazymisscarly for my writing for riverdale again prompts. i don’t know how this got so sad i’m so sorry lmfao i got carried away i hope you enjoy it all the same!
↳ a / n - sooo this is my first time writing for riverdale again since like october? i honestly thought i was done writing for this fandom, but the earlier seasons still have a chokehold on me lol. i had so much fun writing for bughead again so please feel free to send in more prompts!! i hope i’ve still got the hang of the ship :)
↳ content warnings - brief mention of s/h, violence mention, implied anxiety
↳ 1.2k word count
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The car was silent. It had been for the past twenty minutes, and Betty was under the assumption that it would stay like that until they got back to town.
The gentle drag of Jughead’s fingers against her thigh was pretty much the only thing that was keeping her grounded at that point in time, from letting her mind wander too far into the dark like it did sometimes. Her hands were curled into fists at her waist where her arms had wrapped around herself, making her smaller against the seat. Her fingernails dug into the soft cotton of her jumper instead of her palm. The half-moon scars hadn’t been reopened in months, and she wanted to keep it that way. Even if it was hard in times like that.
If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough, the sound of the shattering glass at Veronica’s cabin could be heard again. Or the many voices that were shouting in the living room, demanding the four friends to kneel. An involuntary shudder ran through the blonde at the memory; the way the wooden flooring pressed against her knees uncomfortably as she knelt down, her hand holding such a tight grip on Jughead’s that it trembled.
Maybe it wasn’t the threats that had scared her so much. Looking at those faces, covered by black hockey masks to obscure most of their features, it just reminded Betty of the Black Hood, the serial killer who had called and traumatised her for weeks on end. And even though the sociopath was dead, it still scared her. If her phone rang unexpectedly sometimes it made her flinch, and her heart beat against her chest painfully as she answered, even though she knew it couldn’t possibly be the Black Hood. She had to change her ringtone after a week when she kept getting scared by the ironically cheery tune. Or if it wasn’t that scaring her, then the thought of what those men could have done to them brought her mind back to the night that she’d helped her mother dispose of the body in her house, the night that still left her feeling nauseous when she thought about it.
The car hit a pothole in the road, and the sudden jolt that roughly brought Betty out of her thoughts caused her to flinch, her hand gripping Jughead’s wrist with immediate fear. Her eyes had blurred over with unshed tears so she couldn’t see as her boyfriend moved beside her, but she felt the hand as it left her leg, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders instead.
“Betty,” His voice was low against her temple, as he probably didn’t want to disturb Veronica and Archie with the hushed conversation. “Take a deep breath.”
It was only then that she realised how much she had been trembling, and her lips parted to suck in a deep breath as her hand gripped onto his jumper, making a fist in that material instead. Her seatbelt was making it harder to completely tuck herself into him, so she pulled the top of it to slacken the belt which allowed her to shuffle closer to him as the tears finally started falling.
“We’ll be back soon,” He was whispering into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, and his free hand moved to replace the other on her thigh, gently dragging his fingers against the skin once more. “We can go and stay at mine or at yours, wherever you want. I won’t leave you alone.”
The thought of staying under the same roof as Chic after that night made her stomach lurch, so she had started shaking her head as soon as he mentioned her house. “I can’t go back to mine.” She whispered tearfully, and she felt him nod against her head.
“You don’t have to, you can stay at mine.” Jughead held her a little tighter, and Betty sniffled as she pushed herself closer into his embrace.
She didn’t say anything else for a while. His fingers continued to gently trace along her thigh, and she allowed herself to focus on that touch again, the warmth of his hand against her trembling leg. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on his touch, so that she didn’t think about the cabin, or the Black Hood, or the body. The sound of the Black Hood’s voice in her ear over the phone. The blood that stained her hands and clothes as she knelt on her kitchen floor. The smell of the bleach as she scrubbed the-
“Hey guys,” It was Veronica’s voice that broke her train of thought, and Betty blinked through her tears to look up at her equally tired best friend. “We’re here.”
Betty had to force her fingers to unwrap from around Jughead’s jumper so they could get out of the car. His hand remained a gentle touch against her arm as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, and once he had followed her outside his palm moved to her lower back to keep her steady. She was still trembling somewhat, and when she took a glance over towards Veronica and Archie they were stood just about the same way on the other side of the car to them.
The bright neon lights from the Pop’s sign blurred her vision even further, and Betty had to blink another few times before she could see clearly. The pink light reflected off of the recently-polished car in front of them, like how the candlelight in the cabin had reflected off of the axe-
Jughead pulled her into her arms, and it was only then that Betty truly realised how much harder it was getting to suck in a breath through her suddenly thick throat. He was mumbling something that she couldn’t quite hear as his hand cupped the back of her head, and she gripped onto the soft material of his jumper again as she forced a breath in. She had been feeling even more anxious recently, with the incident with Archie and the Black Hood, and then the body at her house. Maybe this was finally the long-awaited tipping point that she had been expecting for months, ever since the Black Hood had started calling her.
“Betty?” Veronica’s hand was on her shoulder - it was smaller and more delicate than Jughead’s hands on the back of her head and her waist. “We’re home now, it’s okay.”
She nodded into Jughead’s shoulder, and took in another breath as she gripped onto him tighter. “I know,” The words were a little choked out, but were still honest. “I just… it’s a lot.”
Betty didn’t need to say more because she knew that they’d understand, and she was given evidence of that when Jughead held her more lovingly against himself, his touch less worried than before. Veronica gently rubbed her shoulder before the touch was lifted, and Betty heard her mention that she and Archie would get them a table inside to give them a moment alone. The thought of guilt passed through her thoughts, that they had all been through the same thing so she shouldn’t need special treatment, but in that moment Betty was too tired to need anything other than her boyfriend’s support.
“I’m okay,” Still, she didn’t want him to worry about her on top of everything else, so the words were mumbled into his jumper as she held onto his waist. “Really.”
“Me too.” The words were mumbled against her forehead, before a gentle kiss was left behind afterwards. He wasn’t okay either and she could tell, but there was comfort in the fact that they were home, and it would allow them to get through it together.
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taishaunas · 8 months
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It started innocently enough, with the four of us going on double dates, me and Archie, Jughead and Veronica. And then it kind of naturally evolved from there. Some nights, Archie would sneak into my bedroom and Veronica would go home with Jughead. Other nights, Archie would spend the night at the Pembrooke and I'd go over to Jughead's. And sometimes, more often than you'd imagine, I would find my way to Veronica's.
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1x2 | 7x20
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underthestarlitsky · 8 months
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core four, forever and alvvays | archie, marry me
a final tribute on the dawn of the final day. goodbye riverdale…goodbye forever 💔
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bettycooper · 2 months
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Bughead + one kiss per season
Bughead Appreciation Week (Taylor's Version) | Day Three | Parallels
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lovedinapastlife · 6 months
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bughead fic preview: life's a b*tch, now so am I
anxious writer warning: I wrote this before the girls showcased their fabulous Halloween costumes, so now I'm having second thoughts about posting this fic with bughead in batverse costumes...but I did hint at Dark Betty for Halloween so at least enjoy this preview! ~~~
Lights shimmer off the pool water and Betty’s leather catsuit. Her heels clack across the tiles. Each step brings her closer to the darkness, to the water’s edge.
Jughead slips in after her. He’s such a lean little contradiction. Leather over a hoodie. Combat boots and a beanie. Her brave little sacrifice came with his own knife.
“What are you doing here, Betty?” He’s so damned confident–and she’s barely Betty, in here.
“I needed a bath,” she deadpans, then fake-licks her hand and paws at herself, much like a cat.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this the part I’m supposed to say you’re a dirty girl?”
She shivers with anticipation at the thought of playing with him. He likes to eat. But could that insatiable tongue make her clean?
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jugheadjones · 3 months
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Bughead in Chapter twenty-one: House of the Devil
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bugheadcentral · 3 months
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Well hello there! What better way to start off 2024 than by celebrating the couple who has always always existed and WILL always exist?! Um. There isn't one. I miss them. You miss them. Lbr they miss each other, so let's pay homage to true love in the murder capital of the world round the season of love.
Please tag #bughead appreciation week in your posts so they can be reblogged. (You can also tag #bugheadcentral, but one is fine).
Your created content can feature other characters, but it needs to be focused on the Blue and Gold's finest Betty x Jughead.
All prompts listed below have been designed for all content creators—artists, edit/gif makers, fic writers, playlist makers & so on.
All content must be original (no re-posting of any kind).
Bughead Appreciation Week will run from Saturday, 10 February - Friday, 16 February.
SCHEDULE
Day 1 (10 Feb) 🔹 Tropes | Emotions
Day 2 (11 Feb) 🔸 Betty Appreciation Post
Day 3 (12 Feb) 🔹 Parallels | Favorite and Underrated Moments
Day 4 (13 Feb) 🔸 Fantasy | LooksTM
Day 5 (14 Feb) 🔹 Jughead Appreciation Post
Day 6 (15 Feb) 🔸 Lyrics/Poems/Quotes
Day 7 (16 Feb) 🔹 Free Choice
Please feel free to interpret the prompts however you see fit! If you don't like these prompts? No problem, feel free to create your own. We're just here to appreciate and celebrate Nancy Drew and True Detective, whatever that looks like for you! And feel free to post as much or little as you'd like!
Looking forward to another week celebrating these two who literally saved multiple universes and seeing what we all create! 💙💛
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bluevelvetvideo · 1 year
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Bughead Appreciation Week: Fandom Love
Okay, friends. I know I have been MIA from this hellscape, but my love for Bughead and our community has not waned.
We've been on an emotional rollercoaster with our Buggie babes, but we've always had our fam to listen to our rants, write what our souls want, and gif our favorite moments.
This fandom is full of so many amazing and talented people. There are a few in particular who have made my fandom (and life) experience a wonderful one.
I want to shout out @bettycooper and @theheavycrown for being the bedrock of this fandom. Cat and Sarah have always been wonderful to me, and I am grateful to have been able to work on past events with them and to be able to call them friends. (Also I miss you both).
Special love and appreciation goes out to @mieteve-minijoma for being an absolute goddess. Bina, my love, you have been a source of happiness to me since the day we started talking. I have gotten to call you my soultwin for the last 5ish years (give or take). You are a beautiful, talented, boss ass bitch and I am forever grateful to have you in my life.
There are more folks in fandom who have touched my life: @srainebuggie @ratherdieasthedevil @sweetpea-cc @cacti-evie my original babes in this fandom. I love you all.
I owe a lot to this fandom. There are too many people to name individually. Just know that if we've interacted, i adore and appreciate you and all of your talents you share with us.
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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years
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17 Crimes - Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: Sunday Morning
Jughead parked the truck in the empty driveway, turning off the ignition before shifting in the bench seat to face Betty. He remained silent, unsure of what she wanted to happen next but not really ready to leave her just yet.
“Um, thanks, Jug. I had a really good time with you today...” Betty admitted, smiling impishly down at her lap, their kiss still fresh in her mind.
“Me too, Princess,” he answered softly, “So, I’ll pick you up at like noon tomorrow?”
“Or...” she mumbled, looking up at him through her lashes.
“Or?”
“You could come in for a nightcap?” she replied, smiling at him with hopeful eyes.
“To tell you the truth, I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Me either but I had something else in mind-- if you’re up for it?”
“Color me intrigued...”  he flirted with a smug look, throwing her words back at her. “Are you planning to have your dirty way with me already, Betts? Cause, I only go to second base on the third date, just so we’re clear.”
“Oh, whatever!” she harrumphed, her ears burning, “Seriously, does your mind ever leave the gutter?”
“‘Fraid not, Princess. It twas born there and it shall die there.”
“Come on, gutter boy. I think you’ll like this,” she huffed, pulling on the sleeve of his coat and dragging him to the front door. “Say, you like video games, right?”
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Or Start At The Beginning
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atrxides · 4 months
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Falice x King Of My Heart Riverdale (2017-2023)
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