#bughead fic

[lurker-no-more]

I am honestly emotional thinking about how many happy endings Bughead has already had, and how many more they will have. 💕🤌

Because we understand the characters they created better than they do, lmao.

[imreallyloveleee]

three conversations about one thing

He’d known there would be consequences when he made this decision. But he hadn’t realized how quickly they might steamroll right over him.

(Jughead & Veronica & Cheryl & Betty & memories of the future. Set post-7x19.)

read it on ao3.

[i-know-you-can]

Play Along - Chapter 1

When Alice announces her sudden visit, Betty only has two options. To tell her mother that her relationship, with a boyfriend that never existed, suddenly ended or to find someone who will pose as the boyfriend for a week. The first one was never really an option and there is only one person who matches the fake boyfriend’s description.

Can anyone believe I’m actually finally posting this? Neither can I. Please let me know this isn’t just a hallucination by reading and leaving your thoughts 😊

Read chapter 1 on Ao3

[theresidentstorian]

[likemereckless]

The fandom has been quiet lately, which I totally get. Things have for sure been different post time jump. Rather than spending season 7 harping on what I wish happened, I’m going to think about all of the wonderful friends, conversations, and creativity that Riverdale and Bughead brought into my life.

So… Here’s the plan! Over the course of Season 7, I will be revisiting an old, or new, Bughead fic each week. I’m asking those of you still enjoying the fandom, or those of you who just want to pop back in for season 7 for some fun, to read along with me!

The catch? You have to comment! It doesn’t need to be paragraphs! It can be as simple as, “I just reread this and I still love it!” So many people have brought us joy and I think this is a nice opportunity, rather than to delve into negativity, to highlight all the wonderful stories our fandom has given to us over the years! Maybe we can even inspire one or two to finish that last, lost chapter!

If there is a particular story you would love to see on my reading list, you can suggest it here! Or, send me a message!

My first read will be posted on Sunday, 2/5, and every Sunday after. I’ll be tagging with #Bughead7Farewell

[daphnefangirling]

I did it!!! I finished the fic I promised to finish before 2023!

You can read the second chapter here. Or from the beginning:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And please enjoy the art that inspired 'Save the Last Dance For Me' of the drawing of the same name by Pictureplayer on Instagram.

[satelliteinasupernova]

A Perpetual Estrangement: Chapter 13

Jughead reached for her hand and Betty held tight as the priest began to speak. Her mind was hardly on the ceremony itself; she repeated her vows, relying on practice and instinct. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Jughead’s hands, of the soothing motion of his thumb across her skin.

When it was time to remove her veil, Jughead reached up, gingerly taking the lace in his hands and lifting it over her head. With the fabric out of her face, the sun shone warmly across her skin. Her eyes instantly sought out Jughead’s as soon as her view was no longer obscured. Reflected in them was every emotion that Betty herself was feeling: tenderness, nervousness, an inexpressible joy.

Read Chapter 13 / or start from the beginning

[iconic-ponytail]

a shot in the dark, chapter 6

Resolute, she sets her jaw. “We can treat the wound and burn out the infection.”

Jughead winces, but exhales when his face curves into her hand. “Raise my fever?”

Betty nods. “Only a little. The fever is your body fighting. We could make it fight just enough for it to win, and thus it may break.”

“Perhaps,” he licks his lips, wishing he had the strength to sit up. “I’m rather partial to the idea of you slowly and tenderly nursing me back to health.” 

Her smile is reluctant, but she can’t hide it all the way. He wishes he could tug it all the way loose. 

“Perhaps you ought to like the idea of living long enough to keep running from the half blind bounty hunter and Texas Marshall looking for us,” she tuts, turning and standing already to make preparations. 

Jughead feels suddenly like a child. That foreign, desperate yearning for affection. No one ever tended to him then, and he wants to be less foolish than that now. Instead, his eyes fall closed and he’s remembering last night. The soft fever of her kiss, the way she begged—everything feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense, but faded and foggy. He’s awoken to Betty on mission, and this mission did not seem to include stripping off his clothing, much to Jughead’s dismay.

“You’re going to sweat quite a bit.”

read chapter 6 / start at the beginning