#MJJ3WritingContest

[jugheadslut-blog]

the slut and the falcon(s) - Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews

little disclaimer:

this is for @mrsjugheadjonesthethird ’s writing contest! i really like their work and stuff and i also kind of really wanna get noticed with my own work, and what better way than to do this? even if i probably will not win, it’s worth a shot

prompt: ‘fuckin’ veronica, man, always listening in on archie and jug’s conversations.’

word count: 3,152

another little disclaimer: jughead still goes to Riverdale, and he’s in the Southside Serpents

warnings: swearing, A LOT OF SIN, like dominant ass fucking archie and jughead, some drug use (just weed), a threesome with archie and jughead, spoilers! etc. (and some vague jealous jughead)

and, god.. this has.. daddykink.. i’m such a slut..

AND LOWKEY, ARCHIE IS A VOYEUR

I HATE MYSELF

-

It’s quite early to be having full fledged conversations, especially at Riverdale High. It’s supposed to be all zen and whatever, and yet, it is seemingly the complete opposite of zen. Especially when you grab your notebook and your folder and close your locker, only to be faced by nobody other than Veronica Lodge, her face glowing with excitement, and you think, how can someone possibly be this jovial at seven in the morning? “Yes?” You greet her anyway, yawning.

“Alright. So I’m walking down the West wing, right? And of course, I see this bitch Cheryl, and she’s talking to me about the dumb River Vixens and I’m like half paying attention. It’s right near her locker and Archie and Jughead are standing there talking about something but I can’t tell what, right? So I switch spots with Cheryl and she keeps babbling on about something irrelevant, and then I hear Archie talking about how they both think you’re hot and I’m like ‘woah’, and Jughead is like talking to him about all of the shit he would do to you if you were together. It honestly was hot as fuck. So Jughead’s going on about how he wants to fuck you -”

You stopped her right there.

The Jughead Jones wanted to do that with you? You, the co-captain of the River Vixens? Southside Serpents Jughead Jones? The once passive aggressive but is now a complete bad boy Jughead Jones? That one? Fuck Archie, man, that was all Betty’s. But Jug? It couldn’t be. “I feel as if this story is fake..” You chuckle and cock a brow at her. “But it was a good laugh. You got me.”

“Then tell me, (Y/N), if I was joking, why would Jughead be eyeing the fuck out of your ass in that skirt right now?”

You widened your eyes and whipped your head around, and sure enough, Jughead is slumped up against the lockers with a cigarette inbetween his white teeth, smoke flowing out through his puffy, perfect lips. Immediately, you turn red, your heart literally dropping into your stomach. He notices you staring at him and he quickly takes another drag of his ‘cancer stick’, before walking off, completely unashamed.

You had always been a good girl. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect record, perfect life, in a nutshell. You had known Jughead, since, what, last year, maybe? The beginning of this year? Point is, mama always told you not to be with his type. But ever since you’d met this particular boy, you could not stop thinking about him. He was so intriguing and your heart throbbed whenever you saw him.

And sure, you had hung out, but it was mostly at Pop’s, which isn’t even a one on one thing. It involves you, him, Veronica, Betty, Archie, and maybe Kevin. Every sincle time you would be around him things would seem different.

Jughead was another story. He was sent to juvie at the mere age of ten for trying to burn his elementary school down, which was, in fact, false. He was bullied severely by assholes like Jason Blossom, and basically, the entire football team, the only exception being Archie. He’s never had a birthday party because he claims his family makes it this arbitrary day and they pretend to act like everything’s okay, when really, they are not. It made him lonely. His mother moved away with his sister, Jellybean, and he was sent to a foster family on the Southside, - his father, FP Jones, is in jail for covering up the murder of Jason Blossom - and god knows why he still makes the effort to come to Riverdale everyday. All in all, he’s lived a fucked up life. Inside, you knew there was a huge teddy bear that honestly needed a hug, but on the outside, all that really called to you was his image. He was so hot and you hated yourself for thinking so.

“Hey - (Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N)!” Veronica was snapping in your face, and it took moments for you to realize what was going on, and that the bell had just rung. Jughead had dissapeared, and you were left with confusion, and slightly damp panties, but it was alright. Shit happens.

You shook your head and nodded quickly, looking over at her. “Sorry! I’ve got to go to class, Vee. I’ll catch you later?” Before she could reply you rushed off to your first period class, which was Social Studies - you had it with Jughead, that you knew.

-

Social Studies is an actual nightmare.

It starts off with Jughead sitting right next to you this time. Your teacher is neglectful enough to not care, and while teaching, Jughead keeps biting his lip and eyeing your thighs, which are not covered by anything but the cloth of your cheer uniform’s skirt. You’re trying hard to pay attention, taking notes and tapping your foot on the ground.

The thing about these desks that you’re in right now is that they are close, and all the way in the back of the room. So, inevitably, Jughead’s gonna do what he wants to you, as long as you’re okay with it. About halfway through the class, there’s a note passed to you, and you open it.

'archie told me to do this to you. -j’

You’re even more confused, but before you can speak, Jughead’s hand is on your thigh.

Your fucking thigh.

You tense up immediately and widen your eyes, covering your mouth in order to contain a gasp. Oh my god, this is really happening. It’s really fucking happening, in the middle of Social Studies, at exactly 7:34 in the morning. Jughead’s hand is squeezing, rubbing, massaging at your skin. His hand grazes your panties and you look down, grabbing his wrist in a quick but gentle motion.

'not here. are you insane?’ Says the note that you pass back to him.

Jughead just smirks and pulls his hand away after reading it, clearing his throat.

-

At Lunch, it’s you, Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. You’ve made the stupid mistake to sit next to him, and Veronica is smirking at you from across the table. It’s all so tense.

You continue to think about what happened in Social Studies and get quite squirmish in your seat, Veronica glaring at you with a knowing look on her face. “Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?” She asks, raising her brows at Jughead, who was locked into his laptop, fingers typing away, completely ignoring the discarded lunch beside him.

“Huh?” You snap out of your Jughead filled trance, and boy, was it a good trance. “Oh.. no! No, nothing’s wrong. Just thinking about that big Social Studies test coming up.”

“Is that the only thing coming in Social Studies?” Veronica purrs, causing Jughead to look up at her, his face turning pink, completely throwing his bad boy aura off.

“Veronica!” You gasp, your eyes widening with surprise. “Wh - How do you even know about that?” You break into a whisper, leaning over the table to talk to her better without anyone hearing.

“Jug told me, he figured out that I listened in on he and Archie’s convo, and he practically spilled out every naughty, sinful thing he’s ever wanted to do to you. It was quite hot, actually. You’re lucky.” She gushed, flashing a smile to Archie, who was invested in Betty at the moment, apologizing to her for some unknown reason.

You shook your head and sat back, continuing lunch in a calm silence, your thoughts filled with images of Jughead.

-

After school lets out, you and the rest of your group head out to Pop’s, an annual tradition for the five of you. You’re sitting next to Jughead, across from Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

Betty has her head turned with annoyance, and Archie has yet to redeem himself for whatever he’s done. Veronica is sipping lightly at a double chocolate milkshake, and Jughead is still stuck in his god damn laptop.

It’s really not fair, the way he can look so gorgeous while being nonchalant. It makes you tingle, and you still can’t believe that he wants you.

There are a couple of jocks at the table next to yours, and they’re whistling at you, calling your name and shit like that, and Jughead notices this. He grunts and immediately sets his hand on your thigh, which is visible to everyone. You squeak and smile at them, turning to Jughead. “Right now?” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything and watches the boys leave, scowling at him and rolling their eyes. You shrug, laying back and closing your eyes.

After a few minutes of calming down, you feel a hand back on your thigh, which surprises you, causing you to open your eyes.

You soon realize that it’s Jug again, your breath hitching. Betty asks you what’s wrong, and you just shake your head, knowing about her tragic, inevitable crush on Jughead, closing your eyes once more.

Jughead chuckles quietly and lets his hand travel up into your skirt, squeezing at your skin gently. His fingers trace shapes into your hipbone and you try your hardest not to make any noise. He’s not making anything noticeable, just typing more paragraphs into whatever he was writing with one hand.

You tried so fucking hard not to do anything. And this is just the beginning. Jughead’s hand is in your panties now and beginning to explore what’s underneath, his fingers moving in a way that has you feeling like you want to melt.

Betty and Veronica don’t notice, but Archie does.

His facial expression turns from regretful to interested in a minute, and you see this, because you’ve opened your eyes yet again, laying your head on Jughead’s shoulder and nuzzling it, thighs clenching around his hand.

“You know, Jug,” Archie begins to say, “I don’t think (Y/N) is feeling too good. Should we take her home, or?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jughead replies quickly, his hand immediately slipping out of your underwear, causing you to sigh with frustration. “Betty, Veronica, you wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

“Well, yes -” Betty starts.

“No! Not at all!” Veronica then quickly interrupts her, nudging her side and letting the three of you escape the tiny booth. “Have fun. Feel better, (Y/N). Text me later.”

Betty growls with discontent and rolls her eyes, sitting back with her arms crossed, and you can practically feel how angry she is.

You fake a cough and let the boys take you by each arm, their grips firm and wanting.

You shiver.

Fuck.

-

(okay i cannot wait for the sin anymore, we’re getting right to it. listen to Believer by Imagine Dragons if you really wanna get the vibe)

It starts off with them taking you home, slamming the door and escorting you to your room, to where Archie locked the door, and Jughead picked you up, pinning you to the wall.

You cried out when Archie began sliding your skirt down, getting to his knees and kissing at your thighs, while Jughead was working on giving you hickeys on your neck and collarbone, his thumb rubbing your chin. Your toes curled and you whimpered, gasping occasionally.

“Oh, fuck, I - I -”

“You what?” Jughead huffed, flipping your shirt off. “Get on the bed. Go.”

Strangely, the urge to obey him overcame you. Archie finished taking the rest of your clothes off, not bothering to tease you. You jumped onto the bed and layed down, Archie removing his shirt.

Jughead licked his lips and grabbed your hips, dragging you over to him. “Arch, do whatever you want.”

Archie did just that, leaning down and licking a stripe up your aching cunt, releasing a much needed moan from you. He smirked at the reaction, beginning to eat you out, while Jughead kissed at your chest, taking one of your rosy buds into his mouth and sucking.

“Ngh -”

And something in you just snapped, your submissive side coming into play so quick into the moment.

“Daddy, Daddy -” You whimper, squirming underneath the both of them.

They both stopped, Jughead’s eyebrows raising as he pulled away from you, his hand roughly grabbing your chin, thumb slowly grazing over your lower lip. “What was that, slut?”

“Daddy,” You gasp out. “Please, I need more.”

“Oh, this is fucking precious. Captain of the River Vixens, innocent, Miss Perfect, has a daddy kink? Who would’ve fuckin’ thought?” He replies, feeling himself harden even more.

Archie chuckled and went back to what he was doing, smacking your thigh and sliding two fingers into you.

“God, I bet you love to get fucked. Hm?” Jughead continued, curling his hand around your throat lightly. “Tell me. Tell me you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked,” You sob out, your hole clenching around Archie’s fingers, which spread out so he could add his tongue into the mix. “I l - love to get fucked, Daddy, please..”

This is the most fun Jughead has had in a while. He’s grinning, fucking enjoying how submissive you are in this moment. It’s amazing and he knows that you’re all his, partially Archie’s. This is a great opportunity to do everything he’s ever wanted to you. “Yeah?” He leaves his thoughts. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes!” You felt your eyes start to well up with tears, legs spread for whatever would come your way. “Please!”

Jughead unbuckled his belt and set it down on the bed, slowly taking his jeans off, revealing his very satisfying bulge in his boxers, his shirt coming off as well. You noticed that his body had many bruises and scars but didn’t ask, because aside from that, he was fit, and not ugly at all.

Archie whispered something to him and they switched places, Jughead grabbing his jeans for a moment and pulling a condom out - he had come prepared. He lined himself up after sliding it on, teasing himself at your entrance.

You whimpered and felt Archie bite at your collarbones, which made you melt in all the right ways, completely vulnerable in his touch. Jughead began to slowly push in, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. “Oh - Daddy!”

“Good girl..” He purred quietly, spiraling his hips again, getting himself prepared before all but slamming into you, not waiting to go slow.

You felt literal tears rolling down your cheeks because of how good it felt, your hand curling in Archie’s hair, the other wrapping it’s fingers around his length, stroking furiously.

Archie moaned gently into your ear, moving his hand down to rub at your clit while Jughead mercilessly fucked you, biting his lip.

You spread your legs out more and bucked up, watching Archie move and place his cock on your mouth. “Suck,” He ordered, and you complied, opening your mouth and feeling him move in, completely humiliated at how much you were enjoying this. “Good girl..” He muttered, “Come on.”

You gave him what he wanted, immediately bobbing your head the best you could with the position you were in, your entire body on fire in this moment. Your tongue grazed the vein on the underside of Archie’s member, and he grunted, gripping your hair.

It’s been about fifteen minutes, and Jughead was pounding into you so hard that you were sure you were going to feel it the next day. He was moaning loudly at this point, his breathing uneven and harsh. “I’m so close,” He panted. “Holy fuck, Archie, she’s so good..”

Archie pulled you off of his cock and stroked himself, nodding. “She really is, Jug. Oh, my god, I’m gonna cum. You’re such a good girl, (Y/N), aren’t you? Look at me. Stick your tongue out.”

You obeyed him and clenched around Jughead, whining out in desperation. “Daddy - fuck, Daddy, I’m so close, yeah..”

Archie was very vocal when he came, hot spurts of him streaking out onto your cheek and your tongue, and you got as much of it into your mouth as you could, gasping. “Mm!”

Jughead, who’s noises should have been fucking illegal because they were so hot, came at the exact same time, his whine broken and amazing as he threw his head back and spilled into the condom, his hips jerking even closer into you. “Fuck - (Y/N)..”

And finally, you came, which was very rare because guys were never good enough. Your legs wrapped around Jughead’s lower body as you arched your back, taking in a deep breath, “Daddy -! Fuuuck..”

The three of you layed there for god knows how long, just breathing heavily and calming down. It was all so intense.

“(Y/N)..” Jughead murmurs, pulling out and cleaning himself up, tossing the condom into a nearby wastebin in your room. “Do you smoke?”

“I have before, why?” You reply.

“Can we do that? Right now? It would be such a good way to end the night, babe.” Jughead asks, going through your drawers, grabbing a small gram of what seemed to be marijuana, which was conveniently set next to a unopened pack of the paper for blunts.

You nod, smiling and quickly rolling three joints up, grabbing a lighter from your night stand.

And then, you smoked, it took a while to finish completely, but after you did, you were high, and cuddling Jughead, in the best fucking mood ever. Archie was snoring on the other side of the bed, and honestly, you wouldn’t have this day any other way.

Jughead slipped his serpent jacket on and blew some smoke into your face, giggling and wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. “You were really good.” He told you, licking his lips. “Like, really good. And I rarely ever tell anyone that.”

“Thank you..” You cooed, kissing at his jaw. “I’m gonna give you a bunch of hickeys for everyone to see tomorrow.”

And that you did.

-

The next day at school, Archie and Jughead are clinging to you. They sit next to you in class, in the courtyard, at your locker, and at lunch. Jughead is littered in hickeys and you kind of love it.

Every girl is jealous of you in this moment, especially when they see you get fucking escorted to class by both of them, and you realize just how lucky you are.

��Okay - we’ll see you at Pop’s?” Archie asks at the end of the day, running a hand through his soft hair.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, good. Jughead, are you gonna go with her?”

Jughead nods and grabs your hand, pecking it. The gesture is sweet and you feel your heart start to warm up, a blush coming up to greet your cheeks. You giggle uncontrollably, and look over at him. Jughead says his goodbyes to Archie, and then squeezes your hand. “You ready, doll?”

“Yes,” You laugh. “Daddy.”

-

god this took me like a WEEK AND A HALF to finish oh my fucking god hey hi i’m sorry i am LATE but i really put a lot of effort into making this good! i love u all and honestly i’m not even gonna try with a/n’s anymore

but if u enjoyed this like repost comment follow u know the drill

I LOVE U

until then,

tchao~

[thekillingquill]

The Most Important Label

Pairing: Veronica x Reader Word Count: 2,224 Warnings: The reader struggles with their sexual identity. I swear. Summary: Veronica Lodge is an out and proud bisexual and Reader hasn’t figured it out. All she knows is that she wants to keep kissing Veronica Lodge. A/N: Dedicating this to anyone out there who is confused about their sexual identity. I am An Old. I still don’t have it figured out and that’s okay. You’re okay if you don’t know. All in our own time, right? Also I didn’t proofread and it’s 3:00 am here.

Kevin Keller coming out was the first time you realized that not all relationships involve a man and a woman. You asked him a lot of questions: How did you know? When did you know? Do your parents know? How did they react? What kind of guy are you attracted to? Can you tell if another person is gay? How did you know what to call yourself? What will you do about kids? Was it hard for you? Are you okay?

Suffice it to say, Kevin isn’t your biggest fan. But the idea that he knew he liked men was baffling to you. His answers didn’t help clear anything up for you: I just do. I’ve always known. Yes, they do. It wasn’t easy for them to hear. The good looking ones. You don’t get a Gaydar app on your phone when you become gay. What do you mean how did I know what to call myself? My name’s been Kevin my whole life. I’m not concerned about kids right now. Is being gay hard? Being a person is hard. Of course I’m okay, are you okay? Jesus.

After that, you learned more about the different orientations: homosexual, bisexual, asexual, demisexual, aromantic… so many that you started to get overwhelmed. You cleared your browser history and forced yourself to stop thinking about it. The dictionary, as your English teacher liked to say, wasn’t written in a day.

Then Veronica Lodge blew into town and it was like everything went from technicolor to rainbow-vision. You couldn’t take your eyes away from her: the red of her lips, the blue sheen of her hair that turned purple under the lights at Pop’s, and her Mona Lisa smile.

It was jarring when she announced her sexuality to the group at Pop’s. Jughead was indifferent, Betty and Archie politely intrigued and Kevin, well, he was ecstatic.

“Bisexual? Really? We all know what kind of guy you go for,” here, Kevin gave Archie a pointed look, “but what kind of girl does Veronica Lodge find attractive?”

You hoped that your face didn’t betray just how interested you were in her answer. She spoke with the confidence of a New Yorker, sending a smirk and a wink your way as she began to paint a picture of the kind of women she found attractive. As she spoke, you couldn’t help but notice (and maybe hope) that what she was describing sounded a lot like you. The wink she sent your way all but confirmed it, and caused you to become so flustered that you knocked over Jughead’s empty glass.

Veronica Lodge was a flirt and she liked to flirt with you most of all, partly because of how you reacted. You were the kind of person who always took a moment to collect yourself before speaking. Around Veronica, you became a stammering mess.

You admired her for her kindness, her determination to try to do the right thing even when it’s difficult, her wit, and her confidence. Veronica Lodge knew who and what she was, and she didn’t apologize to anyone for it. As hard as you tried not to, you started to inhale deeply when she was nearby so that you could get the full impact of her scent. You waited eagerly for her to put her hand into the crook of her arm as you walked down the halls. You began to memorize the texture of her palms whenever they came into contact with your bare skin.

The party at Thornhill changed things. Despite a bad experience with Archie and Betty at the last event held at the estate, Veronica was determined to make an appearance at the soiree and convinced Kevin and yourself to tag along. Reggie was her date for the evening, but it was your arm she held on to. Whether by fate or the vindictiveness of Cheryl Blossom, who had always had a sly remark about your love life, you ended up in the closet with Veronica for seven minutes.

“So what do you want to talk about?” She asked before you kissed her. You whimpered against her mouth with relief. You would no longer deny to yourself that you had fantasized about the taste of her lips. With her warm mouth moving against yours, you admitted to yourself that you wanted her to paint your lips with her preferred shade of red. She could stain your neck in the hue of desire, leave you bruised and broken and confused, and you wouldn't be mad at her for it.

The terrifying truth of it was that you would love her for every second of it. Veronica touched you with a tenderness that you had never experienced before: a gentle guiding hand on the curve of your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You tried to memorize how it felt to have your fingers in her hair.

The kiss ended too soon and your last few moments in the closet together were spent with Veronica helping you clean her lipstick from your face and neck. But nothing could be done for the love bite she bestowed upon your shoulder. You never spoke about the party, but often found your fingers pressing down on the bruise whenever she was near. A reminder that it happened, even if you both pretended that it didn’t.

It was difficult for you to meet her eyes after that night as you wrestled with your emotions. You felt ashamed for both your actions that night and the fact that you wanted to do it again and again and again. Veronica seemed to understand more about that night than you did. She never outright spoke about it, but she looked at you differently, and her words had a measured gentleness to them when directed at you. It was subtle enough that no one else picked up on it.

Veronica started putting in more effort to spend time together outside of school. She invited you and Betty to her home for a sleepover. And while Betty changed in the bathroom, you and Veronica got changed in her bedroom. You stared determinedly at your feet as your heart beat wildly in your chest. While you wouldn’t let yourself look at her, you hoped that she was looking at you and that she liked what she saw.

You couldn’t sleep that night. Not when Veronica was so near and Betty was in the room. At just after four in the morning, you tiptoed out of the room and settled down on the couch trying to steady your breathing. Veronica followed you out moments later and sat on the coffee table facing you. She gave you your space, but was more than willing when you pulled her on top of you and kissed her, hard and desperate.

Things escalated quickly that night: your shaking hands counting her ribs and her hips pressing down against yours as she pulled your shirt over your head. The kisses slowed as she began to explore the skin of your stomach. Her kisses moved down your neck, across your clavicle and then to the valley of your breasts all while her fingers moved slowly higher, waiting for a sign.

“I like you so much, V,” you whispered into the night.

“I like you, too,” she whispered back. Whatever moment you were having was ruined when you started to cry. Veronica held you on her couch and smoothed your tangled hair down while rocking you back and forth. You would have believed it had been a dream if it weren’t for the hickey she bestowed upon the top of your left breast.

Something between the two of you had changed. Your platonic touches in front of your friends gradually increased and Veronica stopped casually seeing Reggie. Whenever you were alone, you’d steal kisses and collect new bruises. She called you her beautiful girl and you smiled all the time, but your happiness felt shaky.

Kevin and Veronica were so sure of themselves. They knew who they were, what they liked, and they weren’t afraid to use the words gay and bisexual. Within days of meeting all of you Veronica had voluntarily shared her sexual orientation. Your happiness kept being interrupted by your constant need to question yourself: what am I?

When you were younger you had a crush on Jughead. The crush lasted a lot longer than you let on when confronted with this fact. Maybe you were attracted to people with dark hair? Was there a word for that? You were scared to share your concerns with Veronica. The root of this fear being that whatever you two had would disappear.

You don’t know what happened. One minute you’re sitting with your friends at Pop’s, just being carefree teenagers, and the next Kevin Keller is dismantling the very foundation upon which you stand. It was karma kicking your ass and entirely your own fault. Veronica’s hand was on the table and you just reached for it and laced your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world. Except that it wasn’t, which Kevin was quick to point out.

“What is happening here? Are you two, like, together now?” You froze as Veronica shushed Kevin who had attracted attention from some of the other tables. Veronica glanced quickly over at you and saw the terror in your face.

“We’re friends,” she answered quickly. “We’re just friends, okay?”

The table went silent and it kept dragging on. You couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. The shame began to choke you and you slipped your fingers out of Veronica’s grip, though she tried to hang on. You walked mechanically to the bathrooms and made it to the stall before you started to cry. Your stomach was in knots from fear, though you couldn’t put to words what exactly you were afraid of. Everything seemed an accurate response.

Your crying was somewhat under control by the time Veronica came into the bathroom. She locked it behind her and waited for you to come out in your own time. After a few more minutes of trying to calm down, you left the bathroom.

Seeing Veronica looking at you with so much kindness broke your tentative control over your emotions and you began to sob anew.

“I’m so sorry, V. This isn’t fair to you, this isn’t fair to you!” Veronica pulled you into her arms and you sobbed brokenly into her shoulder. “It’s not fair, I’m so sorry.”

“Sh,” she soothed, scratching your scalp lightly. “Deep breaths, sweetheart.”

When you had calmed down enough she asked you to explain what you meant when you said it wasn’t fair to her.

“You shouldn’t have to be with someone who is still figuring it out. It’s not fair. You know who you are and what you want and I don’t have a fucking clue. Am I a lesbian? Am I bisexual? Pansexual? Asexual? Demisexual? There are so many orientations and I don’t know where I fit. I don’t know anything except that I like the way you smell and how your skin feels and that I want to keep kissing you.”

Veronica pulled back from your embrace and cupped your face in her hands. She waited until you looked in her eyes. She spoke gently and with a wisdom that has come from walking this path before.

“It’s okay not to know. You have so much time to figure it out. Everyone’s journey is different. Right now, the only label I want you to worry about is happy.”

“What about designer labels?” You asked with a crack to your voice. Veronica smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Sweetheart, if wearing a garbage bag would make you happy then I’d support you. No matter what label you wear, you’re still going to be my beautiful girl.”

When you returned to the booth at Pop’s you looked Kevin in the eye and laced your fingers with Veronica’s.

“She’s my girlfriend,” you told him with the confidence that comes from dating a New Yorker.

You still weren’t quite ready to be fully public so, for the first eight months of your relationship, only your friends knew that there was more than friendship between the two of you. Every few weeks you’d have a recurring conversation with Veronica, typically on a Sunday morning after having spent the night together.

“I think I know now,” you’d tell her bashfully.

“Oh yeah?” She’d ask with her Mona Lisa smile, eyes glittering happily in the light from the window. She’d listen as you spoke about the newest orientation you’d read up on and how it pertains to how you’ve felt throughout your life.

Then on a Monday, after you’d been together for nine months, you approached Veronica at her locker and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth in full view of anyone in the hall. It was the first time you’d ever left her speechless.

“I think I know now,” you told her slyly.

“O-oh yeah?” She asked with a dazed smile on her face. You pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. This time she was ready and kissed you back with equal enthusiasm. You both giggled as you parted.

“Yeah. I’m in love with you. That’s the only orientation I need right now.”

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[whipashwhipash]

Spray Paint

Fsshhhhhhhhh

Betty took her finger off of the trigger on the spray paint. Her right ring finger was cramping up from the pressure and was turning dark blue because of the toxic paint. She took a step back and gave her work a small smirk and nod in approval.

Jughead had told her that he was living at the drive in for the pass few days, and of course she had instantly invited him to stay at her place. Gratefully, he declined. He couldn’t stand the wrath of Mama Cooper. She was so pissed of that Mayor McCoy was selling the drive in, she decided to make her mark. For Jughead, and for herself. She needed to get rid of the ‘perfect girl next door’ image that she had.

She had spray painted two very large words on the side of the projection booth, and yes, they were along the lines of ‘F U’. But you know, in full words. She had also painted a rather large crown on the side, which was a very famous symbol in dear old Riverdale.

“Hm. Nice.” Betty mumbled, gently lifting her shoulders up and down. She put the nearly empty can of spray paint into her pastel backpack and started re-tying one of the laces on her scuffed up white converse. Until she heard it. Blasting sirens, coming from the parking lot. The newly-painted wall of the projection booth was lighting up with blue and red, and so was her face. “Shit.”

She grabbed her backpack from the dusty ground and completely forgot about the dangling lace off of her shoe. She was sprinting to the forest next to the drive in, hopefully getting rid of her scent. She reached the edge of the tree line and made the mistake of turning around, coming face to face with Sheriff Keller. Well not him exactly, but more like face to face with a bunch of police cars. And she knew Sheriff Keller would be in one of those cars.

5 minutes later she was sitting in the back of an overheated cop car. She was staring out the window, thinking about what her mother will do when she gets to the station. She was snapped out of her gaze when the Sheriff slammed the front door shut. She shifted her position in the back seat so her forehead was no longer leaning against the cold glass of the window.

“So, Ms Cooper. What made you want to spray paint the drive in? I thought you were a fan of it.” Sheriff Keller started, pushing the key into the ignition.

Betty scoffed at his stupidity. “Of course I liked the drive in. My boyfriend worked there. Did you know that?” she asked, crossing her slender arms over her chest. Before the Sheriff could start, Betty cut him off. “And I didn’t do it because I didn’t like the drive in. I did it because the drive in was shutting down, and my boyfriend was living there. He was living there! And nobody gave a damn about it. So thats why I did it. Because this town is so messed up that they get rid of one of the most important pieces of land. And I thought that the town needs to know what I thought about it.” Betty said, face red with anger.

Sheriff Keller acted like her rant didn’t even affect him. “So you also drew a crown. I think we all know what that means. Did Jughead Jones put you up to it? Was he a part of this?”

Betty rolled her eyes and scoffed again. She couldn’t believe that these were the questions she was being asked. They literally found HER with a can of spray paint at the drive in, and the paint wasn’t even dry yet. “No. Jughead was not apart of this. It was all me. Did you not listen to what I just told you?” Betty said, voice raising with annoyance and anger.

“Well were at the station. Get out.” Sheriff Keller said, more tension in his voice then when he found her at the drive in. Betty waited for him to come out and open her door. She placed her dirty white converse on the concrete of the parking lot and got out of the car. She was turned around by the Sheriff and was handcuffed behind her back.

“Is this all necessary? I only spray painted something on a wall thats going to be torn down in like three days.” Betty said, but letting the cold cuffs surround her wrists without a fight.

“You were acting up in the car. Decided it would be best. You never know what could happen.” Keller said, holding the small Cooper girl by her wrists.

Betty scoffed again. Sheriff Keller was making Betty crazy. “And now you’re going to ask me if I'm on my period. For the record, no. I’m not.” Betty said, rolling her eyes.

Sheriff Keller pushed her forward, making her start walking towards the brick building. She reluctantly started walking, shuffling her feet just to annoy the Sheriff. He pushed against her back again and she actually started walking. She knew that if she made the Sheriff more annoyed she would be in even more trouble.

They made it into the station and Betty was instantly thrown into a holding cell. “Do you want a phone call?” Sheriff Keller asked, holding onto one of the bars of the cell.

“It was only spray paint, but yeah sure. Why not.” Betty said, slouching her back onto the white painted brick wall. She stood up and walked towards the corner of the cell. The Sheriff gave her the old phone and she dialled the one phone number she had memorized.

Jughead’s.

“Uh, Hello?” she heard her boyfriends voice croak from the other line.

“Hey Jug.” Betty said, looking at the Sheriff, indicating she wanted to be alone. He gave her a small glare before leaving to go into the main office.

“Betty what’s going on? Why are you calling me from the police station?” Jughead asked, nervousness obvious in his voice.

Betty chuckled into the phone. “Jug don’t worry. It’s no big deal. Just come down to the station, I’m bored and I want someone to talk to.” Betty said, wrapping the cord around her finger.

“You sound super chill for someone who has just been arrested.” Jughead said, and Betty could still her how nervous her boyfriend was through the phone.

“Trust me Jug. I’m fine. Just come down to the station.” Betty said. Before Jughead could argue again Betty cut him off. “Ok, see you soon! Bye!” She said into the phone before hanging up.

She went back and slumped onto the metal bench, leaning her alone mussed up ponytail on the wall. She closed her eyes and felt her body fall into a deep slumber.

For maybe three minutes.

Then she was woken up by an out of breath, beanied boy wearing a denim jacket. His hands were gripping the bars so tightly his knuckles were turning white, chest heaving. Betty guessed that he must of run here once her got her phone call.

Betty got up from her spot in the cell and walked towards her boyfriend. The one that was almost crying because his girlfriend was behind bars. She grabbed his hands and brought him down to the floor so they were both sitting in front of each other, holding hands between the bars.

“So why are you here?” Jughead asked, taking deep breaths and sobs in between his words. Once Betty explained everything that had happened, Jughead’s head was placed in between the bars of her cell, but he wasn’t upset. He was laughing.

“So they put you in a cell because you were being sassy?” Jughead asked, trying to talk in between his laugh-induced hiccups.

Betty chuckled at her boyfriend, hands still holding his. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Jughead lifted his head from between the bars and smiled. “Well, it’s a nice change of scenery.” He said, giggled escaping his lips.

“It’s a prison cell.” Betty said, seriously. She let go of Jugs hands to rub her eyes in defeat.

“I was being sarcastic.” Jughead said, reading through the bars to grab her hands again.

There moment was broken with Sheriff Keller, Veronica and Hermione Lodge entering the room. Betty and Jughead both instantly stood up, wanting to know if she was allowed to go home.

“Your free to go.” the Sheriff said, unlocking the cell door.

Betty rushed out and ran into his boyfriends arms. His arms were wrapped around her shoulder. “When did you guys get here?” Betty asked the Lodge girls.

“Jughead called us. He thought that you might not want to be seen behind bars by your mom.” Veronica said, looking lovingly at the pair.

“You bailed me out?” Betty asked.

“Yep. It wasn't that much though. We really just didn’t want you to face the wrath of Alice Cooper.” Hermione said, wrapping an arm around her daughter.

“Thank you guys. So much.” Betty said, looking from the two long raven haired beauties to her short raven haired beauty. The two girls smiled at her, as Jughead gave her a kiss on the top of her head and mumbled something into her ear.

“No problem Bets. But next time, tell me if your planning on trying to run away from the law.”

Hey Guys! This was for the #MJJ3WritingContest ( @mrsjugheadjonesthethird ) which is a writing contest that she did because she has 5000 followers! congrats again! I hope you all enjoy it! Its written before they found out that FP was arrested