loveleee’s cozy winter bughead fics
all of the lights
The flush on Betty’s cheeks tells him she’s a little bit drunk – which only partially explains why she’s lying on her back underneath Archie’s Christmas tree in the middle of a party. (rated g)
breaking the ice
The first thing Betty thinks, when she sees him hovering by the hostess stand with his yellow umbrella in hand, is that she can’t believe he actually came all the way down here. The second is that he’s even cuter in person than he was in the photo on Archie’s phone. (rated t)
give a little, get a little
“You’re like a furnace,” she says, and without really thinking about it, curls up against Jughead’s side. (rated m)
handle with care
They’re both here now, and that’s what matters; not the fact that he’d just wanted to see her one more time before they close down the office for the holidays. (rated m)
i just got the taste for it
Jughead’s entire body freezes. It’s his face staring back at him in millions of pixels – his face stretched at least thirty feet high across the scoreboard – his face framed beside Betty’s inside of an enormous pink heart. (rated g)
kaleidoscopes
Jughead wakes on New Year’s Day with a beam of sunshine in his eyes, light streaming through the Andrews’ living room windows. (rated g)
Love, Betty…and Jughead
“Christmas cards.” Betty slips one into a green envelope, and her tongue darts out to lick the adhesive edge. Jughead feels his pulse speed up, and takes it as his cue to move past her into the kitchen. (rated g)
ours are the moments i play in the dark
Her fingers had curled around the little box as a heavy knot formed in the pit of her stomach. And then she’d just…left. And ended up here. On her ex-boyfriend’s couch. On Christmas morning. (rated m)
Paraphrasing
“Oh, shit. Look.” Jughead points to the windows behind the checkout desk, which offer a much clearer view of the outside – or would, anyway, if said view wasn’t obstructed by the heaviest snowfall Betty’s ever seen in her life. (rated t)
