New Bughead Fic (One of Those 5+1 Ones)

I've always wanted to write a 5+1 fic, so...I did.

5 Times Jughead Proposes to Betty (and 1 Time He Doesn't)

Jughead is so delightfully extra in this one.

Tell me what you think if you like. I always squeal a little at every comment.

This is dedicated to @earthlaughsinflowers2, who is endlessly thoughtful and supportive. (Also, just awesome in general.)

New Fic—Based on a Prompt

Thanks @bugheadcentral for this year's Bughead Appreciation Week!

Years ago (okay, three), @daphnesvieira sent me a fic prompt. I started writing it that day, and chapter 1 is finally ready. With the rest soon to follow.

Can't say I'm not persistent, yeah?

It's time for Veronica's annual Secret Santa party, and she's got very detailed plans for our Riverdale favorites. Jughead should probably pay a bit of attention, but be doesn't. He'll have to make up for his mistake somehow.

Check out Better Than Pizza and let me know what you think!

Bughead Appreciation Week—The Parking Space Fic

Bughead Appreciation Week seemed like the perfect time to debut this little bit of fluff.

Betty moves into Jughead's building and immediately gets on his cranky side by taking over his parking space.

Is he predictably dramatic and ridiculous about it? Yes. Does poor Archie have to listen to him bang on about it? You know he does. Will Jughead get the fuck over his fixation and focus on the gorgeous blonde two doors down? Gee, I wonder.

Check out The Ridiculous Crusade of Jughead Jones and let me know what you think!

WIP Wednesday

I'm writing this fic. Jughead ends up running an inn. A sort of Hallmark movie homage. Here's part of it.

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Until his dad summoned him and his sister to the outskirts of Riverdale, dotted with stone cottages and clusters of bowing trees, Forsythe “Jughead” Jones had believed his great-grandfather (creatively named Forsythe Jones I) had owned three things.

A double-wide trailer that reeked of Nicotine and dried sweat,

A Glock semi-automatic pistol that he wore in its holster when he was sober, and in the back pocket of his jeans when he wasn’t;

And a cracking leather jacket adorned with an acid green snake and the name of the motorcycle gang he loved more than his family.

Oh, and a liver to about a fourth its normal size, shriveled and yellowed.

So, four things.

Of course, Jughead could be forgiven for not knowing much about his long-deceased grandfather. He’d met the man exactly twice: when Forsythe had shown up uninvited at the door of his childhood trailer, telling Jughead’s father he needed him in a firefight; and when FP had finally given into his father’s complaining and taken his kids to visit Forsythe. The arrival of the motorcycle gang he shared with his father, a rather ferocious gang of men who needed help with a drug deal gone wrong.

[some stuff, skipping it so this won't be too long]

That’s why it was a shock—a jaw-dropping, eye-widening shock—when FP gathered his adult children in the living room of his trailer and told them that his father had left him something in his will.

Jughead and Jellybean had no idea their grandfather had died.

Jughead spoke first because Jellybean seemed unable to form words. “Did you say he left you an inn?”

a shot in the dark, chapter 7

“Betty,” he repeats, like he’s trying out how ridiculous it sounds as he stalks closer. Willing Jughead to stay frozen in place, she juts her chin out and squares her shoulders, allowing her anger to burn through any fear. Closer up, she can smell the alcohol from his breath, that sweat and sex stench of the Wyrm on his skin.

He studies her, but when he speaks, it’s directed back to Jughead. “Never thought I’d see the fuckin day, son. But I ‘spose I can’t blame you.” FP circles her, and Betty wills herself to stand firm, but not frozen. It’s a naked sensation after all these weeks not to have a gun in her hand. Jug’s knife is still in her boot—she takes a deeper breath at the thought. 

“But I’m still gonna need more details on how this came to be. I can tell she ain’t a whore, and she been well fucking kept for most of her life. Hunger looks new on you, Miss—well, I suppose I should say, Mrs. motherfuckin’ Jones. Pardon my French.”

Her eyes narrow. “I speak French,” she tosses back. “And Betty’s just fine.”

read chapter 7

read from the beginning if ur like um it's been like 18 months wtf happened

7x20 fixit update

Thanks as always for your support of my 7x20 fixit, Though Lovers Be Lost, Love Shall Not.

I am almost done with it, and we're close to intersecting with the last chapter, Betty and Jughead's last day together.

Today we move on to the 90s: Little Souls Find Their Way to You (the Carla Chapter). Betty and Jughead deal with memories, concerns, and their daughter's first heartbreak. Fifty-something Jughead is as extra and dramatic as always.

If you want to let me know what you think, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Bughead Halloween Fic 🎃

I've written a little Bughead Halloween fic.

It's cute (I hope), it's sweet (I think), and it's fluffy (I'm sure).

It's not at all scary or gory or bloody.

Something (Not So) Wicked This Way Comes 👻

I'd love to hear what you think!

Happy Halloween to all of you ♥ This is a Halloween themed Bughead fanart commissioned from @theheavycrown and @bettycreeper their idea is JUST AMAZING. I had so much fun drawing this! Thank you for choosing me ♥

New Fic—Memory Loss AU

I've been promising to publish this memory loss fic for awhile now, and here it is.

After a simple fall and a mild concussion, Betty thinks she's back in high school, with no memories of her adolescence and early adulthood. No memories of her love and life with Jughead.

Here are the first six chapters. I promise this isn't all angst, and it has a happy ending.

I appreciate all kudos and reblogs. And I am always thrilled to hear what you think.

Love is the Only Memory One Never Loses