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daphnefangirling · 2 years ago

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Bughead Appreciation Week - Day 1 Bughead Fandom Love Day

First of all: thank you @bugheadcentral for putting this together! I think we all need this.

I won’t even attempt to name all the people in this fandom I’m thankful for because I will inevitably forget someone and feel terrible about it!

I have been in this fandom since Jan. 2017 and so many people have entered (and some since exited but I still remember them fondly) my life because of this crazy show. There’s too many to name in just one post (and I have mommy brain and would forget some of you)!

If we’ve ever interacted, I hope I made you feel like you mattered and like you brought something into my life. You all have. So here are a few blanket statements:

1. I’m so very thankful for all our Bughead fic writers who keep finding new ways of writing our ship falling in love over and over again in thousands of different manners. They have been especially important since canon has been failing us.

2. Thank you to all the wonderful gif makers. I stopped watching at 4.16 and you guys allow me to see only the good Bughead stuff that’s happened since then and remind me of all the wonderful moments we got before things got so completely messed up.

3. Thank you to the ones I call the 'Bughead commentators' because even though I stopped watching, through following your blogs, I can keep up with what’s happening in the land of Bughead on Riverdale.

4. To every single one of you who has encouraged my writing in any way, liked, shared, commented on my stuff: thank you! You enrich my online life and bring me joy. I’m grateful for you.

5. And finally, thank you to all the artists who’ve drawn Bughead. I hope it’s no secret how much I adore each of you, just look at my art collection and you’ll see that.

So if you fall into any of these categories: I appreciate you and your contributions not only to the fandom, but to my life and I’m grateful for you. Thank you for being here.

And now a few ‘special thank yous'

To my dear friend @cheryllclayton I’m so glad we met through this fandom (thank you Dollihaze for that!) and that you came to visit me which cemented our friendship for life. You’re my ride or die and I love you.

To my gal @alpacalypseartb I adore you, I feel so lucky to have you as a friend. You are wonderful and so ridiculously talented, it’s almost unfair! I think you are wise beyond your years and one of the kindest souls I know.

My kindred spirit @jughead-art: becoming your friend is one of the loveliest things to have happened to me. We share a passion for Bughead art and I’m forever in awe of your collection! Thank you for always enabling me or talk me down from a bout of crazy in the best way always!

And last but definitely not least: @bughead-in-the-comics how I love thee, let me count the ways! You are simply amazing in all things comics!Bughead related and my fandom experience is enriched by your presence. Thank you for being such a dedicated fan and for consistently putting a smile on my face with your Bughead posts and our chats in DMs.

I’m so, so sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone and made you feel like you weren’t important to me. If you follow me and you’re reading this, you are important and appreciated and you should know that. ❤️

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sherlollyandspoilers · 2 years ago

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A taste of home

So, I missed Bughead Appreciation week ( @bugheadcentral ) but here is the start to my first ever Bughead fic - its a coffee shop au. Hope you enjoy!

Betty Cooper has always loved the idea of having a coffee shop, so instead of heading off to college like all of her classmates, she used her tuition money to open a café. With summer just around the corner, all of her college workers are headed home and she is in desperate need of a new employee. Jughead Jones has left home for the first time and is struggling to finish his book. On his own, he is in need of an easy job to help him stay on his feet while he sorts out the mess that is his manuscript.

Betty can't help but get wrapped up in the enigma of who Jughead is, all the while dealing with her own darkness that she thought she had dealt with years ago.

Chapter One

“Wait, what?” Betty snapped her attention to the conversation happening in front of her. “You’re not going to be here this summer?”

“I know I said that I would help out at the shop, but it’s the summer before my senior year and I want to have some fun!” Polly bounced as she talked.

“You’re acting like this is your senior year of high school all over again…you’re going to be graduating with your bachelors soon, getting a real job…you can’t just go gallivanting off acting like a teenager!” Betty threw her hands out in frustration.

“I would say you sound like mom right now, but she seems happy for me.” Polly gestured across the table.

“I am happy for you.” Alice smiled. “Betty, your sister is intitled to a little fun after all of the hard work she has put in.”

Betty huffed and crossed her arms. What was she going to do now? All of her regular help was heading home for the summer and Polly had been her only backup.

“Betty, be happy for me – I found someone who really cares for me.” Polly leaned across the table, placing her hand on Betty’s arm.

“I am happy for you,” she sighed in resignation and grabbed Polly’s hand, squeezing it. “I can tell Jason really makes you happy.”

“He does!” She smiled brightly. Betty tried to smile back at her, but her concern took over and she knew it came off as more of a grimace. “What?”

“Its just…” her eyebrows pinched in concern, “Poll, are you sure you want to go back to Riverdale?”

“I’ll be fine, Betty.” Polly rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her mom, making plans for the trip.

Betty ignored them both and started working around in her head how she was going to run a coffee shop with only two employees, one of which was only available part time.

That night at dinner with Archie and Veronica, she shared her frustrations and concerns. The café had been open for less than two years; she knew they were still making their impression on the city and was worried how something like this was going to affect that.

“Don’t worry Betty! I know the perfect person to help you out!” Archie beamed at her.

Betty stood behind the counter and clicked her tongue as she looked at the man who was sitting in a booth, waiting to be interviewed. He had a flannel tied around his waist and wore a leather jacket, with his hair messily tucked into a beanie.

She raised an eyebrow after staring at him a moment longer and turned to Archie. “Why would someone like him want to work at a coffee shop?”

Archie smirked and shook his head. “Listen, I’ve known Jughead – ”

“Jughead?” she asked skeptically.

“I’ve known him for a long time…he’s just looking for something to help him get by for a few months. He’s a good guy and the hard biker exterior is not an honest reflection.” He picked up his mostly cold coffee and threw back the rest. “I’ve got to get going.” He stood up and slid his jacket on. “Just, give him a chance, will you?”

Betty sighed and looked at him, slightly exasperated, before finally nodding. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Thanks!” Archie grinned as he picked up his guitar case and walked over to the man. “Jug – dinner?”

“Yeah, seven o’clock, right?” Jug reached out his hand and Archie slapped.

Archie nodded, “See ya then!” And then he was out the door and the man, Jughead, was looking at her.

She sighed and straightened her apron before walking around the counter.

“Betty Cooper, I presume,” he said, giving her a very self-assured smile.

“Jughead?” she asked, sitting down in the booth across from him.

“Last name’s Jones.” He held his hand out to her.

She looked at his hand and slowly reached up to shake it. “Jughead your legal first name?”

“I never reveal my secret identity on a first date.” He winked.

Betty scoffed, “This is far from a date.”

“You never know.” His smile turned into a very self-satisfied grin.

She shook her head, smiling, and relaxed back into the booth. “So, any experience working in a café?”

“Does spending a lot of time in coffee shops drinking a ton of caffeine count?” he asked with sarcastic wondering.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling again, annoyed that his sarcastic charm was working on her so quickly.

“Sorry,” he chuckled quietly before sighing. “Uhh, no. I’ve never worked at a café before, but I am a quick study and a hard worker.”

She nodded. “Are you currently working?”

“Not at the moment.” He shifted in his seat.

“Where did you work last?”

“I’ve done some odd jobs here or there…” He shifted in his seat again, this time seeming uncomfortable. “Uhh, Archie didn’t tell you much about me, did he?”

She squinted at him. “What do you mean?”

Jughead shook his head. “Nothing…listen, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t sound great on paper, but I promise that in real life, I’m worth the chance.”

Betty leaned forward and crossed her arms on the table. “Alright, Jones,” she said after a moment as she stood up, “show me what you got.”

Betty was pleasantly surprised to see just how quickly Jughead caught on. Sure, he needed to be shown the basics, such as where the coffee grounds were and which blender you had to hold the lid down on if you didn’t want the drink to go everywhere, but after watching her make a drink once he was able to reproduce it quickly. He was also ridiculously good with the customers.

“Have a good day.” He waved to a smiling older couple as they left.

Betty leaned on the counter next to him, “I have never seen either of them smile before.”

“Some people just have the magic touch.” He smirked at her and started cleaning the counter.

Smiling to herself she straightened up and watched him clean a moment longer. “Well,” she said as she put her hands on her hips, “I guess if I want you to keep showing up to work, I should probably make sure you get paid.” Jug looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “The jobs yours if you want it.” She held out her hand.

“Sold!” He grinned and shook her hand tightly.

She giggled quietly and shook her head. “Katy will help you get all the paperwork filled out.”

The first week of the university’s summer break was slow. There were no classes for students to rush to, no exams to stay up late studying for, and no term papers that required hours of work. When this happened the year before, Betty had been nervous. They opened just as classes were starting and business came steadily but as soon as summer break was upon them, the customers dropped off. But by the next week, the locals seemed to have emerged from their hiding places during the semester and they were back up and running as usual.

This year she took the time to do inventory, make minor repairs that had only been slightly inconvenient (but left for much longer could have been disastrous), and get to know Jughead Jones. She realized Archie had been right when he said that the biker cliché was not a reflection of who Jug really was. He always seemed to be filling the quiet space that had developed at the lack of college students and she quickly realized that he was funny, sarcastic, and kind.

As business started to pick back up, Betty also got to see a different side of Jug, the serious, pensive, and sometimes incredibly self-deprecating side that would appear when the café was full, and he thought no one was looking. It made her wonder if the space that he filled when it was quiet was fueled by something deeper than wanting to make her laugh.

He told her about his dad and his drinking problem when Jug was younger but that he had turned his act around and got sober to keep their family together. He had shared with her that despite his dad’s change his mom ended up leaving anyways. He explained that she had tried to take his sister, Jellybean, with her but that his dad took her to court and got full custody of them both, which was for the best as his mom ran off and started running drugs. He told her about the South Side Serpents and how as king, his dad had turned them around, setting them straight and making sure they weren’t dealing in anything “too illegal”.

“Wait a minute!” she interrupted by grabbing his forearm. “South Side Serpents…as in Riverdale’s Serpents?”

“You know of any other Serpents?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a smug look on his face.

She stared at him a moment longer, realization finally dawning on her.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Forsythe!” She tossed her hands up in triumph, wondering why he had always seemed familiar to her.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to put all the pieces together!” he laughed.

“Wait!” She cocked her head and put her hands on her hips, “Did you tell Archie not to say anything?”

“Possibly.” He smirked. “I figured you would eventually get there.”

He told her about his novel that he was working on and that he had spent the time since graduating high school working on it. He had taken a few English and Writing courses over the last two years, but none of them seemed to make much of a difference for him. He explained that he had been working on this book since he was a freshman and had started sending it to publishers at his dad’s urging, but they all told him the same thing: “This is fantastic! But the ending is just missing something…you fix that ending and you’ve got yourself a deal!” But for the last six months, he hadn’t been able to come up with anything new.

“Which is how I ended up here.” He gestured around the coffee shop. “I helped my dad run the serpents when I graduated, and we did a lot of good around Riverdale. He appreciated the help and supported me with my writing the whole time…but after my last rejection letter” he leaned on the counter, looking slightly ashamed, “I uhh, I started sleeping a lot and staying at home all the time. He told me I needed a change of pace, just to see if anything shakes loose.” He threw his voice, imitating his father. “When I told Arch he said I could stay with him over the summer.”

“Can I read it?” she asked hopefully, a strong desire to consume his written words blooming in her chest.

“Uhh, no.” He shook his head and straightened up, grabbing a rag to go wipe down the booths.

“And why not?” She followed him. “A different perspective could help.”

“The only other people to have read my book so far have told me that the ending is trash…I think I will pass on the judgement from my boss, thanks,” he snarked. “Besides, I’ve been pouring my heart out over here, telling you my life story with no reciprocation.”

She looked at him for a moment thinking. Most people who knew the story behind her life usually ended up putting distance between them and her, running away, afraid of what she might do. But then again, Jug had lived in Riverdale, there was no way he didn’t already know her family’s past. So, she told him.

She shared that up till she was 8 years old, she thought her family was perfectly normal. That her parents were perfectly normal, that her sister was perfectly normal, that she was perfectly normal. That was until her mom found her dad with a dead body stuffed in the trunk of their car. Her mom had taken her and Polly to see a movie, but her sister ended up getting sick not even five minutes into the previews and they had to go home. She told him that she remembered the look of pure terror on her father’s face when they pulled into the garage and that he had become furious with them for being home early and ushered them inside quickly.

She recounted her experience of her father’s arrest and how scared she and Polly had been. It wasn’t until the next day that her mother sat them down and explained what he had been doing. Over the next few months as the investigation went on, it was revealed that he had killed four other people as well. Once that news broke, her mother had packed them up quickly and left Riverdale.

“I was at Archie’s house that day, when you guys left.” He looked up at her. “I remember thinking that it wasn’t fair that you guys had to leave just because of what your dad had done.

Betty shrugged. “Moving wasn’t all that bad.” She smiled remembering the years after the move. “The three of us got really close actually…I always wonder how things between us would have changed had dad still been in our lives.”

“I don’t want to think what could have happened to you had he been there.” His voice was low and his eyes dark, sparking something inside of her that she tried to ignore.

“Yea,” she turned away, “maybe you’re right.”

She was surprised to find herself so easily telling him about her father’s death and how it had affected her. She had been 15 when he was stabbed by another inmate, and it had hit her hard…so hard that her mother ended up taking her to therapy after finding scars from her nails on her palms.

“JB and I went to therapy for a short time after my parents split…I liked it.” He gave her an understanding smile and for the first time Betty was actually glad she had shared this with someone.

#bughead #riverdale #coffee shop #this is my first bug head fic #ive already got chapter two writen #I just have to edit it #kate writes

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