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 *.
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.
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.
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
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.
so i recently hit 1k followers which is insane! i’ve had this blog for 7 months and in that time everyone has been so incredibly welcoming and i have made some wonderful friends so i’d like to give a little shout out to those amazing blogs i follow that constantly make my experience in this fandom a great one!
before i get into the main follow forever i’d just like to give some love to 3 incredible people who i love with my whole heart. prepare for the goddamn cheesiest shit you’ve ever heard.
@softshumjr marta words can’t describe how much i love you you’re incredible i’m honestly so blessed to call you my friend. you make me laugh every day talking to you makes me so so happy and receiving snaps from you makes my day. your creations are always amazing bless you for giving everyone the harry content we all need. you’re so talented and i love your writing so much seriously wow. you’re also incredibly beautiful (shush okay yes you are fight me) i love you so so much i can’t wait to build our blanket fort <33
@catharinaloss joanna maria my other half you are amazing and i adore you you’re actually the cutest person alive. i love it when you come screaming in my inbox its like my favourite thing. honestly talking to you has always been so easy we just understand eachother and i know i can talk to you about anything. your creations are all stunning also and those moodboards have shown just how talented you are i love them so much. i’m so happy i have you as a friend i don’t know what i’d do without you i love you so much <33
@alexanderglghtwood eli listen up you nerd i love you okay i’m so so incredibly happy we started talking cause i can’t imagine not talking to you i mean we’re on a 113 day snapstreak dude that’s crazy. you make me so freaking happy every damn day i wanna give you the biggest hug ever. you’ve always been so easy to talk to i don’t know how you put up with me sometimes you’re so wonderful and lovely. also really talented like?? you always kill me with your writing and i am loving your edits so much they’re so great. you just make me the most happy and i love you so much <33
now onto the follow forever mutuals are boldedfaves are in italics (under a read more as this got long lmao)
This is my first real animation, and I’m so happy that I finally get to share it here!! Its thb + Angus in the style of the steven universe opening theme. It’s all hand drawn, frame by frame, and I put a LOT of work and a lot of time into it!! I hope everyone likes it!!
“They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?” “Meat. They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?”
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.” “That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?” “They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.” “So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.” “They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.” “That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.” “Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.” “Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?” “Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.” “Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.” “No brain?” “Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “So … what does the thinking?” “You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.” “Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!” “Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?” “Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.” “Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.” “Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?” “First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.” “We’re supposed to talk to meat?.” “That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.’ That sort of thing.” “They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?” “Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.” “I thought you just told me they used radio.” “They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.” “Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?” “Officially or unofficially?” “Both.” “Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.” “I was hoping you would say that.” “It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?” “I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?” “Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.” “So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.” “That’s it.” “Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?” “They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.” “A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.” “And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.” “Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?” “Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”
“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …”
A/N: I managed to work it into my fic for Mimi’s Rom Com Fluff challenge. I picked the line “You’ve learned my weakness, but I have yet to learn yours.” It is in italics and bold in the fic. Hope you enjoy this quick little nothing, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ! I ust needed this. Thought I’d get something down in hopes that it will help me. I haven’t really written in a week, and I can feel the pain of that loss. So, here, please enjoy this.
I blinked my eyes open slowly as I laid there watching her sleep. Her eye lashes fluttered lightly over her cheeks as her dreams took her to a world I knew nothing about. I licked my lip and pulled it between my teeth and contemplated what she could possibly be dreaming about. I wondered if she dreamed about me like I did her.
She consumed every thought that I had. Since the moment she stepped into my life, she’d been fresh air to my lungs. Water for my soul. A heart that I can call mine. I do not deserve her.
She was an answer to a prayer I didn’t know I prayed. She was a light in the dark when I had no idea night had fallen. She was the laughter in the air when my laughter faded. She gave me back my life when I never realized I had lost it.
As Y/N laid beside me, I thought of all the ways I could show her what she meant to me. Show her how important she was to me. Without her, there was no Dean Winchester. That was a simple yet powerful fact.
And then it hit me.
I was in love with Y/N Y/L/N.
My heart raced at the thought. I’d never really felt this before, even though a time or two I was certain I had. My heart beat so rapidly in my ears, it drowned out all other noise. All I could hear was the rushing of blood pumping furiously through my veins.
She had to know. I had to tell her.
“’Mornin’ handsome,” she yawned, stretching out next to me and placing a hand over my heart, her lips lazily finding mine. Even after a nights sleep, she was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
“Hey beautiful,” I mumbled against her lips when she pulled away. She smiled sleepily, the smile reaching her eyes and causing the corners to crinkle slightly. That’s when I knew she was truly happy.
It was now or never.
“I love you,” I said, my eyes not leaving hers.
Her eyes widened, the shock on her face evident. She swallowed thickly, tears pooling in her eyes.
“Am I dreaming? Is this some cruel dream?” she croaked, squeezing her eyes shut like that would make her wake up.
I pressed my lips against hers, slow and calculated, my tongue begging entrance against her bottom lip, eager to explore and explain. She clung to me then, as if her brain hadn’t allowed her to process my words, but it fully understood and accepted the kiss. She melted against me, pressing her body flush against mine.
After moments or hours, I’m not sure which, we were both breathless and heaving against each other.
“You love me,” she stated, her forehead pressed against mine while her nose gently brushed mine, her eyes still squeezed shut willing the moment, the morning, to be real.
“I do,” I confirmed with a quick kiss.
She smiled again, even wider than before.
“About time you caught up,” she laughed, tears rolling down her pink cheeks as she opened her eyes slowly.
“Caught up?” I asked, confused, my brow furrowing slightly as I searched her eyes.
“Dean Winchester, I’ve loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you. I’ve known since we were little you were supposed to be mine. I’d do anything for you, Dean. Anything. I love you with everything I am. Everything,” she confessed, a heavy sigh leaving her like a burden had been lifted from her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me again, squeezing her tight.
“You’ve found my weakness,” she mumbled against my chest. “It’s you, Dean Winchester.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she continued. “But I have yet to learn yours.”
I pulled away from her then, my eyes locking with hers.
“It’s only ever been you, sweetheart. Every monster knows it. Every demon. Everyone. You’ll always be my weakness. The one thing I don’t deserve. I will never understand how I got you. You, Y/N Y/L/N are my ultimate weakness.” I kissed her slowly then, putting everything I could into the kiss.
She sighed against me, accepting my confession.
I loved her, and now that she knew, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop telling her.
A/N: This is set in the episode Faith from season 1. I just recently watched it again and felt the need to write this. I’m always wanting to comfort Dean when he feels like he isn’t worth a damn I want him to know he is. So I wrote this. I also worked it in for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5k writing challange. You will find the line “Why don’t you come over here and make me,” in the fic. Hope you like it girl. And congrats on your milestone. :D The gif was submitted by the lovely @winchester-writes. She knows how to send the ones that will eventually inspire a story. :)
Nitya here! I’ve had this blog for 900 years and some of you guys have seen me through one direction, years of regret superwholock, marvel and dc, the 100, sense8, star trek, star wars, and my final form: kpop. the best part of this has been seeing all my old favs also turn into kpop trash blogs how we’ve stayed together for so long through all this. anyway here’s me being gross and loving my mutuals (long post ahead)
It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks
“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and
“Oh god, it is.”
You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”
Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were
still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed
the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed
giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and
felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of