oh my god, i actually drabbled, would you look at that? and also, here’s to you @lovedinapastlife for making me feel things about baby bughead and the treehouse, you crafty wench
It starts when they’re five.
Archie Andrews invites Jughead Jones to play in his treehouse one day after school and when Mary Andrews offers to drive Jughead home after dinner and a tired FP agrees, the first bond of friendship is formed.
When he meets a pretty little girl with blonde curls and green eyes, he sets his own fate in motion.
He can’t stop looking at her. Her pink ruffles, the lace on her socks, the ribbon in her hair. Her sweet smile and how she’s so clean. There’s dirt smudged on his nose and his hand, his hat sits crooked and his shoelaces keep coming untied so he stuffs them into the sides of his shoes until Betty sings him a song and teaches him how her big sister, Polly, taught her.
When he’s sixteen he’ll think of her every morning when he ties up his boots.
Betty Cooper is her name and she offers him the best seat in the treehouse, saying guests should always be the most comfortable. When he asks if she’s a guest, she shrugs and tells him Archie almost didn’t even let her in the treehouse because she’s a girl and he tells Archie that Betty should always be allowed in the treehouse.
Archie shrugs, a passive agreement that makes Betty smile widely and scoot a little closer to Jughead on the blanket that Mary had put in there for them to sit on.
Pulling a bag out of a pocket in her dress he didn’t even realize she had, she hands him a cookie, a quiet thank you falling from her lips as she looks down, breaking the only other cookie in half, giving Archie half of what should probably be completely hers.
Trying to hand her the cookie back, she shakes her head, telling him to eat it, she wants him to have it.
When he’s seventeen, she’ll bring him cookies when he’s studying for the SATs and he’ll remember a little girl with a big smile thanking him for making sure she always had Archie’s treehouse to escape to. Something he learns she did often over the years.
When he’s eighteen he finds her up there after a fight they’d had, a big one. After he realizes what it means to be broken up with Betty Cooper he chases her, looking at Pop’s first, then the Andrews garage and finally, the treehouse.
Hugging her knees, her sobs are loud in the little space. Echoing off the old wooden walls as she gasps for air, not even realizing he’s there until he’s wrapping his arms around her, whispering that he’s sorry and he didn’t mean it, he loves her and he’ll never do it again.
That he just had the worst forty-five minutes of his life and he never wants to feel that way again. Laughing through her tears she calls him dramatic, wiping the wetness off his cheeks as he thumbs away the mascara streaks from under her eyes. She wants to know why he’s determined to push her away, why won’t he believe that no matter what he thinks, their love is the sort of love that buries itself deep in your bones. There’s no escape, she insists, laying her head on his shoulder.
Telling her that sounds morbid gets him a shrug, like she doesn’t care that their love is the sort of love that kills you both before it lets you go.
He knew that.
He’s always known that.
He just thought it would kill him alone.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pulls her in tighter, kissing the top of her head, apologizing again for being so stupid and promising to stop assuming to know what she wants if she promises to never kill him in his sleep after he annoys her.
That’s not a promise she can keep, she says to him with mischief in her eyes as she looks up at him.
At fourteen they almost play spin the bottle in the Andrews garage, just the three of them. Fred comes home before they get very far, stopped in the middle of the argument that Archie doesn’t want to have to kiss Jughead, that that would be terrible practice for when he kisses Midge on their date that weekend.
Jughead rolls his eyes, informing him that Midge is only trying to make Moose jealous and there’s no way she’s going to let him kiss her, nudging Betty with his arm, the sad look on her face being replaced with a small smile.
They end up in the treehouse, away from Fred and Mary’s observant eyes, idly spinning a bottle around in a circle as Archie says he should practice kissing as Jughead suggests he should use his hand, Betty laughing at the double entendre while Archie scowls at him, telling him it’s gonna be his fault when Midge lets the whole school know that he’s a bad kisser.
Betty and Jughead are both avoiding going home long after Archie leaves, sitting side by side on the floor of the treehouse when Jughead asks if she’s ever wanted to practice kissing. Shrugging, Betty plays with the end of her ponytail saying that she thinks kissing should mean something. He agrees with her, relaxing against the wall, talking about a movie they should watch that weekend.
At fifteen, he’ll think of that conversation as he climbs the ladder to Betty’s room, knowing that if he can do what he plans to do, it’s going to mean something.
There isn’t a man on the planet who isn’t completely aware of the exact dimensions of his erect cock, and Jughead’s no exception. He knows he has nothing to be embarrassed about, but he also doesn’t know what Betty has to compare him to.
do u know when you’ll post your new bughead fic? i’m soooo excites
Hello gorgeous!
It is, actually, done as of right now.
I am currently whining my head off to Maria because I have somehow lost all ability to make any sort of graphic for it but as soon as I figure that out, I’ll put it up on ao3. Besos!
There’s no doubt Betty and Jughead are at their best when they’re together. But there’s something extra special about these two investigating that made us all fall in love with them. Here’s a few of my favorite fics that feature a sleuthing Bughead for the final day of fandom appreciation week 🕵🏼♀️🕵️♂️
(it’s like something’s always) missing - @bugggghead
Alice Cooper has been missing for 2 months. Her car was found wrecked in Sweetwater River, halfway between Greendale and Riverdale. No other traces of her have been uncovered in the extensive search. The leads have run stale and the Greendale Police are no closer to an answer than they were the day she went missing.
Betty Cooper is tired of the big empty house filled with unanswered questions. After stumbling upon her mother’s hidden USB drive on the Jingle Jangle case, Betty has been digging through her mom’s research, looking for a lead. The last notes saved referenced Riverdale’s Southside Serpents. Betty decides to go looking for her own answers.
(This fic is the perfect mix of everything. Action, snooping, sexy times. A must read.)
born losers - @sylwrites
For years, Jughead's life has been about Jellybean. Now that she's off to college, he can start picking up where he'd left off.
Two things might complicate this a bit: being named best man in his childhood friend's wedding, and the bride's maid of honour.
(Betty and Jughead get off to a rough start but I love how they find a common ground and grow close in this one. A classic.)
Snakes and Crowns - @cooperandjonesinc
Betty Cooper just can't seem to fit in at Southside High. It's run down, everyone seems to hate her just on principle, and the people who are running the Red and Black don't want her help at all. To make matters worse her recently divorced mother is trying to find her 'soulmate' by going to conventions and touching as many hands as possible.
Betty doesn't even believe in soulmates anyway. Just because some people's nervous systems happen to sync up when they touch for the first time doesn't mean they're soulmates destined to fall in love. Right?
(I am soulmate trash and the ANSS connection in this is my freaking favorite thing ever. Another one of my overall favorite fics.)
Death of the Author - @happilyshanghaied
Somebody is trying to murder best-selling crime author Jughead Jones. Between those in the underworld his father once crossed, Jug's childhood history with the Serpents and the people whose lives and reputations were ruined by his book, the list of suspects who would like to see him dead is as long as it is strange. Now in protective custody, the one person standing between Jughead and his would-be assassin is Special Agent Betty Cooper, a woman he shares a complicated past with.
(I’m a sucker for flashbacks and I love the way Pamela uses them in this fic. Betty’s such a BAMF and the sexy times are 👌🏼)
Unusual Wantings - @cooperandjonesinc
As Betty and Jughead fend off the darkness hand in hand they get thrown into more mysteries needing to be unraveled. Can they keep Riverdale and themselves in tact?
(The warning that this is a whole lotta smut drew me in but the mystery was really gripping. My favorite part is Bughead’s worldless exchange about their kink. Best.)
I’m sure there are so many more though so hit me up with your favorites because I love this trope 💜
