#jughead jones the third

[diltonsstrangescience]

Sharing my favorite underrated detail, Archie is holding Jug back, because he knows he would fight god to get him his food back.

I’ve always thought this detail was really funny. Archie’s obviously holding Jug back because he’s afraid that if Jug annoys Moose, Moose will attack him. Sort of a “don’t poke the bear” thing. But look at Moose. Does this look like a guy that would fight Jug over a misunderstanding? (I mean technically he does fight Jug later, but that’s Stanger’s fault.)

As I see it, Arch’s thought process is: “Watch out Jug! He’s the strongest kid in school, and has a nasty temper, and will beat you up if you accuse him of something!”

And then every time Moose appears for issue after issue, he looks super cheerful and pleasant and says “Hi :) ”to everybody, and you wonder what Arch was so worried about.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in, and I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That's weird.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 77/100: Jughead Jones

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From The Third Man, Archie’s Pal Jughead #71 (1961).

[darwinquark]

Okay the Halloween chapter had me foaming at the mouth. Another masterpiece. You never miss! I love when third parties like Anne get introduced in the mix just to create tension between J and V. Like girl was flirting so bad but all Jughead seemed to notice or care about was Veronica eek I love it. Please gimme more party scenes I beg. I actually live for Veronica quite literally bringing him to his knees like atta girl you go ahead and get what you want 😭

Also what jeronica/colemila fics from @thefudge do you recommend?? I'm invested now

ah, so glad you liked it! the party atmosphere was def a departure so v happy it worked for you. and yeah lol Jughead's two main modes are being a little bitch or being Veronica's bitch and that's just where we've landed these days.

as for jeronica/colemila fics by @thefudge, WHERE TO BEGIN!

first of all, I am utterly obsessed with her cursed colemila series in all of its unflinching oozy toxic glory. Cole is human sleaze in this and Cami makes horrible decisions and the two of them just keep metastasizing in each other and it's honestly romantic in how unromantic it is

kiss and (don't) tell - the classic, the OG, the primordial fix-it/what if fic when Betty and Archie kissed and everyone was obsessed with the idea of Jughead and Veronica leveling the playing field with a kiss of their own (and then...)

bakunin and broccoli - the fact of the matter is I would die for Seymour Lodge-Jones and he'd definitely let me. this my actual canon of them as elitist parents who are sickeningly in love and dote on their sociopath son when they're not too busy annoying him with how horny they are

teen idle - a darker take on high school writer Jughead with big stalker vibes but I live for the tension of him swearing he studies her because he hates her but also obsessing over her in this very carnal way

barrels - another post-Barchie fix-it/what if fic where Jughead and Veronica go on an impulsive road trip after the cheating reveal and it's really sweet and poignant and more than the writers would ever give them in canon

honestly, I could keep going and end up recommending all of them because flo is genuinely such an inventive, fearless, and exquisite writer and I feel like I learn something about writing every time I read anything of hers, but I'll lock those down as my faves. she's prolific beyond belief though and has so many other fics, so if what you're after is her more cursed stuff, I'd say look beyond the riverdale scope to her more recent works (in particular her Paul/Irulan fic which deservedly blew up the Dune fandom and her most recent Taylor Swift RPF which made me go 'jesus CHRIST' out loud at least five times. she's also got Amelia/Andrew RPF which I've yet to read but is on my list because I'm sure it's wretched and spits in the face of all that calculated chemistry).

[aerishey]

In an interview RAS said that the characters still have an emotional memory, and looking back, the 50's Jeronica had the same vibe as the original one, like:

The introduction, like why is this guy tells me to follow him, and what kinda name Jughead Jones the Third is??

Veronica's slight surprise and confusion when Jughead says some weird stuff?

The weird tension when they realize it's just the two of them left?

And it turns out all they had to do in the original timeline to talk about movies and books to immediately like each other?

[godheadjones]

jughead being aroace, a compilation I should have made an original post but oh well. it’s aroace jughead

idk. canon aro jughead brainrot

[soupfic]

And in darkness please tread lightly (see what you discover)

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandoms: Archie Comics & Related Fandoms, Archie Comics, Riverdale (TV 2017)

Relationship: Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge

Characters: Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Past Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Past Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, First Kiss, Vaginal Fingering, Dildos, Pegging, Vaginal Sex, College, Future Fic, 1950s, Alternate Universe - 1950s

Summary: They emerged from the neighborhood and back onto campus. The Chi Omega sorority house was not much farther away then. Veronica looked both ways and began to cross the road when it was clear. It was nearly 11:30pm. “Girls sneak their boyfriends in all the time,” Veronica said, waving it away with her right hand. “Everyone just politely ignores any panting or moaning late at night.” Why did Betty’s stomach roll at that? “Okay.” Her voice was so small, it barely floated on the wind to Veronica’s back.

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Betty’s eyes were starting to blur over the textbook she was reading in the library. The air conditioning was blasting cold, and the only sounds in the whole hall were the occasional rustling of paper and pencils scribbling notes. She tried shaking her head to wake herself up, but it just wasn’t working.

Time to call it a night , she thought, abruptly shutting the book and shoving it into her bag.

Before she took off, she paused a moment to smooth out her blue cardigan and tweed skirt. Now that she was standing up, her stomach rumbled, and she figured she could stop by the dining hall; tipping her watch carefully in the lowlight of the library, she noted that she had 23 minutes until it closed if she hurried.

Her brogues made soft sounds on the pavement as she half walked half skipped toward the dining hall closest to her dormitory.  The food options were slim pickings at this time of night, most dishes already cleared away and the staff trying to sweep up the hall. She felt bad about showing up so close to closing, but she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch at noon and now it was nearly 10 pm.

Quickly, she grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich, paid, and scampered to her dorm.

The RA working the front desk stopped her.

“Betty!” The brunette girl said brightly, looking up from the book she was reading.

Betty was a little out of breath from her heavy bag and how much of a rush she was in to get home. Her face was ruddy and blonde flyaways were sticking to her cheeks.

“Hey, Rachel,” Betty smiled the smile living in Smalltown America had taught her to.

“Ronnie called and left a message for you.”

Betty nodded and sauntered over to the reception desk to retrieve the message.

“What’s it say?” Betty asked, holding a hand out for the scrap of paper Rachel was holding out for her.

“She wants you to meet her at the fountain, whatever that means, at 10.”

Obviously, there were many fountains around campus. But there was one fountain that was their fountain.

Betty glanced at her watch. It was ten til. She muttered a curse under her breath before thanking Rachel and sprinting up the linoleum front steps two at a time to get to her third floor room. The light was off inside so her roommate must have been asleep. She slowly turned her key in the lock to make the smallest amount of noise she possibly could so as not to wake Nicole.

Her roommate shifted and sighed as the door clicked softly behind her. All she really needed to do was drop her heavy school bag before turning right back around to meet Veronica. Well , she thought, I can afford to ditch my stockings for now .

After cautiously setting her bag down by the end of her bed, she took one last glance at her roommate to make sure the girl was asleep before turning her back to the other girl’s bed and peeling herself out of the stockings, ones she’d worn to church many times. She deposited the damp nylons on the ground next to her bed for later, and then spun around the room slowly to see if there was anything she was forgetting before meeting Ronnie. They’d known each other forever, but she still didn’t want to be late—she hated disappointing her.

Standing barefoot in the dark, her mind was blank, so she decided to just grab a coat so she could slip her room key inside while she was out, and put on more comfortable moccasins instead of the stiff brogues.

It didn’t matter how fast Betty ran; she was going to be a bit late. She imagined Veronica leaving after a few minutes of Betty running late and some unnamed feeling clawed at her gut.

The fountain was one of the centerpieces of campus—it had lights inside that were on constantly, making it visible at any hour of day, and there was a tradition of students making their friends jump in the fountain on their 21st birthday. It was mid-September so the semester had just started, but the chill was already starting to set in. While there were some students traveling to and fro’, no one was drunkenly bathing in the fountain that night.

Veronica, blessedly, still sat on the concrete ledge, haloed in the blue light from the water, and cloaked in a smart black peacoat. She looks beautiful, Betty thought involuntarily when she caught sight of the dark haired girl.

At the sight of Betty, Veronica perked up and waved.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Veronica admitted.

“I lost track of time studying in the library and didn’t get back to the dorm until ten til,” Betty said by way of explanation. “I rushed over as fast as I could.”

Betty saw Veronica’s eyes take in Betty’s visage, her sweat-sticky face and loose blonde hair, her cream colored overcoat. It was a tad too heavy for the weather, but there were occasional cold breezes that cut through the night and made Betty glad she was wearing it.

Veronica pouted just a little, but didn’t say anything to indicate displeasure. “I’m just glad you made it.” She held her arms out for a hug.

Betty gladly leaned down into her friend's arms, the scent of Veronica’s lingeringly sweet perfume when her face nestled into the crook of the other girl’s neck. She didn’t know what the scent was called, but it was Veronica’s go-to so Betty’s stomach started to curl every time she smelled it on her now.

The hug lingered, perhaps just a few beats too long. Betty pulled away, hoping the dark of the night around them would obscure her pink cheeks.

They’d been doing this song and dance for a few weeks now, since the semester started. They couldn’t see each other every day because Ronnie was trying to pledge a sorority and their classes didn’t line up. Betty felt her best friend’s absence keenly, like a missing limb. She missed her other friends, sure, but there was something so tantalizing about being in the same city, on the same campus, just a few blocks away and being barred from each other’s presence through sheer circumstance. And the more nights she lay awake in her dorm room with her roommates soft snores filtering through the air and Archie Andrews not in the house directly across from her, it started to occur to her that some of those friendships might have had more to do with proximity than genuine affection.

“Shall we go for a walk, then?” Veronica said, her bright red lips smacking together.

Betty nodded and Veronica stood from the fountain, looping an arm through Betty’s and tugging her in the direction of her dorm. Betty’s stomach clenched.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere interesting I found the other day,” Veronica said with an appealingly mischievous quirk to her mouth. “It should be a short walk.”

Betty was grateful she’d taken off her nylons and picked different shoes. A chill wind picked up as they descended the steep hill. She shivered and huddled in closer to Veronica, expecting the other girl to take a right onto sorority row, but instead she made a left, head swiveling in both directions, dark hair hitting her face, before crossing the street without the walk signal. Betty scurried after her, making sure to check both ways too.

They quickly descended into the neighboring residential area with great, towering homes with pointy roofs and too many windows scattered across the front in even rows. Their facades were all whites and yellows with horizontal wood slats and brick with tight rectangular chimneys. She was put in the mind of the Nathaniel Hawthorne novel she had to read in high school and the cursed Pyncheon family shut up inside. Any one of these dark houses could contain their own family curse. She thought of Hepzibah and superimposed her mother’s face on the character. Shaking her head to drop the thought, she nearly lost Veronica when the other girl darted in between two houses.

“Veronica!” Betty called lowly, conscious of the families likely sleeping in the houses around them.

In the half dark, she saw Veronica ahead of her.

“Are we in someone’s yard?”

“No!” Veronica called back before stopping.

When Betty caught up, she saw a small clearing with bright white stones sticking up like jagged teeth from the dark earth below.

“Cemetery?” Betty questioned.

“A colonial cemetery. There’s a sign by the street. I saw it when I was out here walking after dinner a few evenings ago while you were in class.”

“That’s so cool,” Betty marveled, moving deeper among the stones.

There was enough ambient light from the nearby street lamps that she could make out some names and symbols. Most of the names seemed to be from the same family.

“I did some research.”

“You did?”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, Cooper!”

Betty chuckled sheepishly.

“Anyway, turns out New England is littered with these small, colonial family plots. I love the little symbols on the stones. Like this one,” she gestured to one of the nearby markers.

There was a skull with wings on either side carved into the top of the stone above the name, Elizabeth Marsh who died in 1802 at age 31. So young , Betty thought with a melancholy gripping her heart.

She bent down next to another stone with a lamb carved into it, angling so the streetlight would catch it enough to read the name on it, Charlotte Marsh, age 3 hours. The picture painted was clear.

As she went to stand up, she felt something against her back. She spun and jumped away, putting as much distance as possible between her and the ghost besieging her.

Veronica started laughing at how much she had scared Betty. Betty’s hand came up to her chest, feeling her heart fluttering beneath her rib cage.

“Ronnie!”

“I’m sorry!” Veronica snickered, a hand coming up to sheepishly hide her mouth. “I was just trying to be funny.”

“I guess the graveyard spooked me a little,” Betty admitted.

“Clearly.” Veronica’s laughter finally died down. “You want to head back toward campus?”

“Yes, please.”

Veronica looped her arm through Betty’s again, pulling them toward the street.

After a few minutes of silence, Veronica spoke, her voice soft and tender.

“Will you skip class tomorrow?”

Betty’s stomach clenched. “All day?”

“It’s just a couple classes, Bett. I just really want to spend some time with you.”

Their first semester of college had just started—and Betty never even considered skipping a class. In high school, she had near-perfect attendance, only missing a few days the one time she had mono.

“But my journalism class…” Betty started to protest, but she trailed off when Veronica stopped them in the middle of the sidewalk.

The other girl’s face took on a wounded, little lamb quality. Were those tears brimming in her eyes?

“Okay! Fine, fine,” Betty conceded, laughing.

“Yay!” Veronica started them walking again. “Well, then you don’t need to go to bed early. Come to the house?”

Betty hadn’t been inside the sorority house yet.

“Am I allowed?”

“Not technically, but I don’t think anyone will say anything even if they see you.”

“Are you sure?”

They emerged from the neighborhood and back onto campus. The Chi Omega sorority house was not much farther away then. Veronica looked both ways and began to cross the road when it was clear. It was nearly 11:30pm.

“Girls sneak their boyfriends in all the time,” Veronica said, waving it away with her right hand. “Everyone just politely ignores any panting or moaning late at night.”

Why did Betty’s stomach roll at that? “Okay.” Her voice was so small, it barely floated on the wind to Veronica’s back.

“Let’s go around back,” Veronica said when they approached the front of the house. 

The yellow street light illuminated the painted sigil of their group on the sidewalk in front; there was distinctly a skull and owl at the top. How odd , Betty thought. The back was not well lit and Betty huddled in closer to Veronica in the chill night.

“My room’s just upstairs.”

“What about your roommate?”

Before swinging the door open, Veronica turned with a smirk. “I pulled some strings. I’m rooming alone. And I’m pretty much guaranteed a spot.”

Betty didn’t have to be told that money talks. She nodded and followed Veronica into the dark, warmth of the house. It was silent inside. The girls had mostly gone to bed, it seemed. Veronica held up her index finger to her red lips in a shushing motion and moved up the back wooden stairs. They creaked lowly under their feet, but it wasn’t loud enough to rouse suspicion.

Upon entering Veronica’s room, she flicked on a bedside lamp that bathed the furniture in a warm, orange glow. There was a table and chair by the window, which Betty started moving toward.

“Don’t even think about it,” Veronica said, stripping off her coat and dumping it on the floor next to the bed. “Come lay down next to me.”

Betty stood there, frozen, watching in abject delight and horror as Veronica unselfconsciously began to unbuckle the belt around her waist and unbutton the buttons on the front of her blue gingham dress.

“I’m going to slip into my nightgown. You can take off whatever you want and come lay down.”

Betty couldn’t move, her body feeling hot and itchy all over. She wanted to take off her coat, her slightly scratchy skirt, her skin.

Veronica was in a yellow silk nightgown before Betty even realized.

“What are you doing, silly? Come on .”

What is happening here? Betty thought, finally, stiffly moving to take her coat off and drop it on the chair.

Veronica flopped unceremoniously onto her plush duvet and stretched out, her body contorted suggestively, one leg over the other. The word “whore” started to blare in Betty’s mind like an air raid siren before she could shut down the religious shame. She shook the thought away as her best friend’s eyes traveled over her.

“Get over here!” Veronica called. She hadn’t taken her makeup off or her hair down.

“Your lipstick…” Betty trailed off, her voice barely audible.

“Oh! I completely forgot! I’ll be right back.” Veronica hopped up from the bed. “You better be getting comfy by the time I get back.” And then she disappeared out the door, her bare feet making no sound in the hall.

In the comfort of the empty room, Betty felt bold enough to shimmy out of her skirt, leaving her knickers in place, but unclasping her brassiere underneath her blouse and sliding it off. Quickly, she moved to get under the duvet, hiding her body from view, and laying on her back. She was put to mind of the scenarios she used to run in her head of going steady with Archie and her first time…shyly disrobing in front of him, joining him in the bed under the covers, soft and warm skin touching soft and warm skin.

But this was Veronica, not Archie, not a boy. It wasn’t like that. It couldn’t be. Regardless, Betty knew there was something like a small lick of flame, vulnerable at her center at the mere thought of Veronica. She could choose to feed it and nurture it, or smother it in its infancy before it could take root. Veronica couldn’t accept it, of course, and that’s why Betty had to quash that tiny fire burning at her core.

When Veronica returned, she didn’t say anything, just slipped under the covers next to Betty, snuggling in close but staying on her back too. The smooth skin of her arm was warm against Betty’s arm, and Betty started to sweat beneath the heavy duvet, but she didn’t dare complain or move away for fear of shattering the delicate crystal of the moment. Veronica’s hand was against hers, and she could feel the other girl’s pulse with their proximity—it felt like it was jumping. No, that’s not right . Veronica’s breath wasn’t heavy, was it? No, no .

“Betty,” Veronica whispered, syrup in Betty’s ears. “Elizabeth.”

At the use of her full name and not her usual nickname, Betty’s head snapped over to look at Veronica, who’s dark eyes were hooded and searching in the low light. Betty didn’t dare utter a sound; her stomach was rolling and she was sweating, her face was dewy red even in the dark.

“Betty, I have something I want to tell you.”

“Okay,” Betty croaked out, mortified by her own breaking voice.

There was a weighty pause and Veronica rolled over onto her side, facing Betty directly, and placed her hot hand directly over Betty’s lower belly. Betty couldn’t meet her eyes anymore when her muscles jumped at the delicious contact. Veronica didn’t remove her hand.

“Betty Cooper, I think I’m in love with you.”

Breathe , Betty had to tell herself. Say something, idiot!

“It’s…it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” Veronica began to pull her hand away, disappointment shuttering her face.

Before Betty could think, she snatched Veronica’s hand at the wrist, preventing her from moving. The shock was evident by the delicate o-shape of her mouth.

“Ronnie,” Betty said, voice hitching, “I…can’t stop thinking about you. You live inside my chest.”

Veronica let out the smallest laugh at that. “Does that mean…?”

“It means I think I love you, too.” Betty rolled over so they were face to face, their breaths mingling in the small cavern between their bodies, Veronica’s hand on her hip bone now.

“What about Archie?” Veronica asked, face scrunched in concern.

“It’s complicated,” Betty admitted, “but I think, more than anything, it had to do with proximity…”

“Didn’t help that he’s pretty,” Veronica trailed off wistfully, as the only one of the two of them who had actually dated him for any period of time.

“That did help,” Betty admitted.

“What about Jughead? I know you two broke up, but…”

“It was over for good. And there really are no hard feelings. Jughead said he loved me…but not like that? And he wasn’t sure he could love anyone like that.”

“You two never…?” The implication was clear— had sex .

“Never,” Betty shook her head vigorously, “Jug never wanted to. I don’t think he wants to at all, ever, with anyone.”

“Oh.” Veronica seemed shocked. “Jughead’s a teenage boy and he doesn’t want to have sex at all?”

Betty felt a distinct embarrassment from the word being said so cavalierly. She tried her best to shrug it off. “I don’t know.”

“Did you want to?”

“Kind of. I think I wanted to because I knew I was supposed to want to?”

“I understand that.”

“Did you and Archie?” Betty asked, incredulous that the words have been allowed to escape past her lips.

Is it something she’d thought about before? Absolutely. Did it burn her up inside at night when she thought about it with too much clarity? She would never admit it.

“Do you want an honest answer to that?” Veronica’s confidence was coming out as she earnestly searched Betty’s face.

Betty nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Yes, we did.”

Betty couldn’t help it—she imagined the red headed boy’s strong arms holding himself up over Veronica’s body, Veronica’s breasts exposed to the air with her nipples stiff in the coolness and bouncing softly as Archie thrust down into her, Archie’s glutes straining with the effort, Veronica’s mouth open and head thrown back in flushed pleasure. There was a wet heat growing between her legs as she thought about it.

“Where did you just go?” Veronica asked, bringing her face close to Betty’s now.

“I, um,” Betty stammered, squirming under the scrutiny.

“Oh, you sick puppy! You were thinking about it, weren’t you? Your little active writer’s imagination.”

Betty flopped over onto her back, arm coming up to cover her face in utter mortification.

“It’s okay, Betts. I’ve thought about you, too.”

“You have?” Betty threw her arm away from her face sharply to peek over at the other girl who had propped her head up on one bent arm.

“Definitely,” she nodded with the slyest little grin on her face. “And do you want to know something else?”

Betty swallowed but nodded.

“I touched myself while doing it, too.”

Betty’s eyes widened. “You did?”

Veronica nodded and bit her lip, her face rouging in the dim light of the bedroom. “Yeah.” Her voice was thick. With desire? Embarrassment? Want?

“Do you…want to, now?” What is she saying? Betty couldn’t believe her audacity. It was easier when she was staring up at the spackled white ceiling above the plush bed instead of at Veronica’s face.

“I very much want to.” Veronica admitted. “Is that okay?”

Betty’s throat felt taut as she swallowed thickly, voicebox sliding under her skin. “I want you to, too.”

“Can we start with a kiss?” Veronica asked, leaning down into Betty’s space.

Betty nodded, unable to speak now.

Veronica closed the space between them, leaning down and gently placing her lips to Betty’s. It was so tentative, Betty was sure that Veronica was giving her time to back out. But she wasn’t going to. She was getting the thing she’d been thinking about for so long, she wasn’t about to back out. And just to prove it to herself, she leaned her head up just a little to press her mouth just a little bit harder into Veronica’s.

This broke the floodgates. Veronica rolled her body all the way on top of Betty’s, their breasts pressed together and mouths hungry. Veronica was the one who started to open her mouth against Betty’s, introducing her tongue into Betty’s. Betty knew about French kissing, but she’d never actually done it—it had sounded a little gross to her, but when it was Veronica’s tongue down her throat it all made sense. She wanted to share spit with this girl, to merge their bodies, to fuse their souls.

The kissing riled Betty up so much she found herself subconsciously grinding herself against Veronica’s leg that had wormed between hers.

“Ronnie,” she gasped out.

“Desperate for it?” Veronica asked, pulling back with her lips puffy and slick with spit, a self-satisfied smile stretching them across her face.

“Yes,” Betty gasped out, feeling like a feral animal, bucking her hips up desperately.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” she panted, “please, please .”

Veronica moved away from the position she was in on top of Betty, lowering herself in the covers and hovering on her knees over Betty’s midsection. The other girl didn’t bother to shimmy off Betty’s panties, just moved them over to the side enough to grant access to the downy, strawberry hair between Betty’s legs.

“Pretty,” Veronica said, hunger in her eyes.

Betty would be embarrassed if she wasn’t so achingly desperate at that exact moment. “Please,” was all she could manage.

Veronica was a merciful god. She crouched down and placed her first two fingers of her right hand directly on the pleasure spot, temporarily blinding Betty with desire.

“Oh my god!” Betty shouted.

Veronica slapped a hand over Betty’s mouth, looking smug, and getting to a vigorous pace, rubbing at that spot. Betty had never really allowed herself to explore this part of herself and hadn’t known how good it could actually feel.

“You’ll have to keep it down, my dear. If I have to do it for you, then feel free to keep making noises.”

Betty whimpered, the pressure building in her lower belly in a way she had never experienced before. Is this why people like sex so much? Is this what it can feel like? No wonder people do stupid things to achieve it.

Just as Betty felt like she was about to reach some kind of fever pitch, Veronica pulled her hands away. Betty’s body suddenly deflated, squishing down into the mattress. She hadn’t realized how much tension she was carrying in all her muscles now that she was relaxed, sweat pooling under her knees and her clavicle. 

“Why?” Betty’s voice croaked.

“I…have something I want to try, if that’s okay with you.”

“If it feels as good as that, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?” Veronica confirmed, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, just…don’t stop, please.”

“As you command, your highness.”

She threw off the duvet from both of them, exposing Betty’s damp skin to the cool air around them. Her nipples instantly went achingly stiff as she watched Veronica’s back muscles contract prettily while she rummaged through one of the drawers in her armoir. When she finally turned back toward the bed, she was holding a very complicated pile of beautiful, dark leather straps and a…well, a phallus.

“Wh-what is that?” Betty felt a bit alarmed.

Veronica blushed as she perched herself on the edge of the bed. “It’s what’s called a dildo. I just attach it to these straps and I can use it on you…”

“Like a man?”

Veronica nodded, swallowing.

“Where did you even get that thing?” Betty couldn’t even believe it existed.

Veronica fixed her with a look that clearly meant “You know I have my methods.”

Betty nodded in understanding. “Right.”

“Would that be okay?”

Betty thought about it for a minute. “Is it going to hurt? I’ve never…”

Veronica bit her lip, looking thoughtful. She shook her head. “I’ve tried it on myself. It doesn’t hurt. It’s not too big.”

The mere thought of Veronica with that thing hanging heavily between her legs, the smooth leather straps digging into the soft skin of her thighs and belly, was setting Betty on fire.

“I want it,” Betty admitted.

Veronica nodded and made quick work of placing the dildo into the harness. Betty watched, rapt, as Veronica’s deft hands removed her silk nightgown, revealing her soft breasts and panties, and pulled the straps up onto her body.

The sight was better than anything she could have imagined, like in the dreams she had about Archie and his erect cock before her. Veronica’s body was as elegant as Betty thought it would be—soft in all the right places and firm in others—based on the places she’d casually touched the other girl.

“Veronica, you’re perfect,” Betty breathed out, the ache between her legs reaching to a fever pitch. “I need you.”

And just like that, Veronica’s body was pressing hers back into the mattress, sliding down her to pull her panties off, and line the rubber phallus up with Betty’s center.

“Just relax, pet,” Veronica murmured into her ear, sending a shiver down her body and pooling down in her stomach. “I promise I will be gentle with you.”

“I trust you,” Betty confirmed, spreading her legs even wider.

Veronica’s control was commendable, pushing into Betty’s body ever-so slowly. Every few seconds, she stopped to check if Betty was okay. Betty was so wet that it slipped in easily, easier than she would have expected. It was an odd sensation, feeling something in a space that had never been filled before, but it felt right, like the dildo that Veronica had acquired was made to be the perfect fit for her.

“Ronnie,” she whined, “it’s too slow. I need you all the way in.”

Veronica didn’t need to be told twice. She slammed her hips down into Betty’s, and Betty saw stars.

Betty didn’t usually swear, but she couldn’t help the cry of “fuck!” that came out of her mouth involuntarily.

“We’ve got to be quiet,” Veronica was so smug as she slapped a hand over Betty’s mouth and kept pumping her hips.

Betty felt her eyes roll back into her head, the dildo continuously grinding at some perfect spot deep inside her that was overwhelming all of her senses. She shifted her hips to meet Veronica’s strokes at just the right angle so that they hit every time, building up this bubble in her hips that felt like it was fit to burst. It was even better than Veronica’s earlier ministrations against her.

The bubble burst and Betty was left a thrumming, shaking, blissful, sweaty mess. She watched as Veronica reached a carefully manicured hand down into her panties, behind the leather straps, and vigorously start to rub circles, her mouth open in a silent ‘o’ that was so pretty Betty wanted to kiss it, but she couldn’t move. There was a strange energy buzzing through her but her limbs were too heavy and her muscles were spasming.

Veronica’s bubble must have burst too, because she removed her hand and collapsed down onto the soft bed next to Betty in a sweaty heap. The rubber phallus was still standing upright, covered in a shiny, milky slickness that Betty didn’t recognize but distantly knew was from her. It corresponded with the extra wetness pooling in between her legs.

“Did you orgasm?” Betty asked Veronica through pants.

Veronica, who’s dark eyes were closed as her chest heaved, just nodded.

“So did I.”

Veronica snickered. “I know, darling.”

Betty’s stomach clenched at the pet name.

“What time is it?” Betty asked, glancing around the room for any visible clock, finding none.

Veronica rolled over to pull a dainty faced silver watch from the bedside table drawer, tipping it to see the hands in the low light. “Just after 1:30 am.”

“It’s so late!” Betty started to panic and get out of the bed.

Veronica laughed again, grabbing Betty’s arm.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not going to class tomorrow.” She pulled Betty onto her chest. “Let’s get some rest and we’ll go get some breakfast in the morning.”

[rythmicjea]

This is it... The third to last story of this series. Also... It's the night. There's some unexpected guests, some high school drama, and a very very secluded train car...

It was originally called "Put Your Head on my Shoulder" after the Paul Anka remix. But, Stand By Me was the song I listened to on repeat while writing this sooo... lol. Also, HUGE shout out to @bossbex for beta-ing it. It was her first time being one and she was GREAT!

“Jughead, you can’t keep feeding me all of this. I won’t fit into my dresses!” She sat agape at the spread he had made that evening. It was practically a Sunday Roast for a family of eight for only the two of them. “I don’t have your metabolism.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, were you under the impression some of this was for you?” He teased her as he plated up their dinner.

Veronica snaked her arms around his waist. “Jughead Jones… Do you like voluptuous women?”

He looked like a lightbulb went off over his head. “Why yes! Yes, I do.” He thought that was pretty obvious. He remembered telling her that his first celebrity crush was Elvira. When she asked him why, his only answer was ‘you know why’. “But, you know I think you’re the closest to ‘perfect’ when you are yourself and not trying to be who everyone thinks you are.”

[sweetreveriee]

why I love jughead jones:

he reads

he writes

hes smart

fluffy hair

looks great in a leather jacket

and in a white tank top

RIDES A MOTORCYCLE

cuddlessss

hes js hot

funny

lil weirdo

I could top him

he'd worship his partner

he's the best most understanding boyfriend ever

his smileeeeee :D

his real name is Forsyth the third and thats lowk sexy

oversized t-shirts from him I can steal

HIS LIL BEANIE RADFGSA imagine wearing it while he fucks you

dimplesss

hes jughead jones <3

[alaffy]

Riverdale, Ep. 7x05 - Tales in a Jugular Vain (spoilers)

Like last week, I had to take a break before I wrote this. Unlike last week, it's for a good reason. I'm going to be honest, the first fifteen minutes of this episode...I thought I was going to hate it. But this might be the best episode of Riverdale in a long time. And I think it should be mentioned, this episode literally ends with a to be continued; so the ending of the episode isn't the ending at all. Far from it.

So, I'm going to do this a little bit differently. I'm not really going to go into the four stories Jughead wrote (rather I'm not going to spend time writing about what they were about). They're clearly going for a Tales From the Crypt Vibe (although John Water's seems to get mixed in by story three). I didn't like the first two stories. I thought the third was pretty good. And I loved the fourth one.

Riverdale finally did the classic Archie story. Betty and Veronica fight over Archie as he strings them along. Then, they see him with another woman. But do they let him sting them along like in the comics? Fuck no. They dug his coffee and cut him in two (and it is the best scene ever. Betty and Veronica are just so happy). And, yes, there is some misogynistic tones in this story (ok a lot and in three of the stories). This is something I will get to in a minute. Just...I've always hated the love triangle and, to me, this was the best way it could end. So, just let me have my happy moment.

So there are two things going on in this episode which, and I cannot express this enough, ends with a cliffhanger. The first is the very real history of comics in the 1950s; how they we're seen a threat to the "very decency" of the American way. That their stories are corrupting the youth; even though, as Jughead says, many of them were morality tales. But, even if they weren't, it's the age old story of blaming something for the issues in society instead of dealing with the issues of society (Or in this case, the psychologist says that comics are to blame for the death of Ethel's parents and they should be focusing on punishing the writers instead of, you know, actually finding the killer). And so, the psychologist is going to go on a crusade against the writers. And who's name is about to pop up on a list...well, one Mr. Jughead Jones. I wondered if he would end up in the Sister's and I have a feeling that may be the case. So, let's be clear, this episode touched on the whole Comics Code and the complicated history...but the point wasn't to deal with it in this episode; it's to set up for whatever happens to Jughead next. And, as strange as it is to write, I actually do have a feeling this might be the one topic Roberto may actually have a bit of knowledge on.

What the episode mostly focuses on, or the parts between the stories, is Jughead and Veronica. Veronica comes over and is hoping for a date with Jughead. However, she finds out he has a deadline to write four short stories. But, she's very supportive and asks him to tell her the stories. As he goes on, and as it becomes clear that he has used the people he knows in these stories, Veronica finds herself less enamored with him. She even points out that, the way he writes his female characters, is...gross. It is misogynistic. And so she leaves and that's the end of Jeronica. And, at first, it seems like we have another moment were we have the writers using the characters to call out the things that the fans have been complaining that the writers do (kind of like the Pussycat episode in season 5). Here's the thing...that's not completely inaccurate; but it's not what's completely happening here. When Jughead is confronted by Veronica about the way he has portrayed the people he knows as these...well, they're very unflattering views; Jughead gets defensive. He says their just stories. Later, Jughead tells his publisher that Veronica just didn't get his vision. And the thing is...this isn't new (well, the misogyny is new, but not the complaints). We have seen this since season 2. Jughead decides to use Toni's grandfather's story without his permission. He uses Betty's trauma as a way to keep a book contract. Apparently he really mischaracterizes the Serpents in his book (although we don't know exactly how). Hell, it can't be denied that Jessica might actually have stolen his story because she's afraid of what he's written (he does have a history). That fact is that Jughead Jones has never learned two things about writing. While it is true writers write what they know; good writers know not to mischaracterize their friends and, most importantly, good writers know that just because they are a part of a story, that doesn't automatically mean that it's their fucking story to tell. The writers have touched on this for years and never really dealt with it.

It seems like that writers are setting up for a really interesting juxtaposition here (if they can pull it off. Big if). On the one hand, we are dealing with this fascist belief that anything outside of what people considered the norm must be condemned and punished. On the other hand, we have a writer (Jughead) that doesn't understand that, while everyone should have the freedom to write without punishment, that doesn't mean that...how to put this, people have a right to be upset. Not everybody's going to like you write. And people have the right to be upset when you use them in an unfairly flattering light or use their story without their permission (or go off on tangents that make no fucking sense. Oh, and straight up lie). Now, whatever is about to happen to Jughead will far exceed what Jughead deserves (again, he doesn't deserve punishment; just needs someone to hit him with the brick of truth and tell him exactly how his writing has been hurting others). IF this is where there going (and IF they can pull this off...I really don't know if they can); this is an interesting debate. How do we make a society where writers are not punished for holding beliefs or writing things that others may considered outside the "norm," but still holding writers accountable for when their writings do harm others? And to what degree? (Because there's different levels of harm. There's what Jughead has done in the past and then there's JK Rowling). Look, the rest of the 1950s plots can jump off a cliff. But if the writers actually are dealing with censorship and Jughead's lack of self-censorship; I may not end up hating this season after all.

[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S7 E6 Peep Show.

The episode opens with Jughead in bed reading comic books with the editorial condemning  those same comic books.  This is the second or third time they’ve shown Jughead Jones in his tight-fitting long johns in bed, reading.  Is this- is this supposed to be fanservice for the Jughead girlies? (Of which I admit I am one).  But I mean, Is it?  The only other character I can recall who was regularly shown in this sort of underwear is Goofy from Disney.  This is an odd choice, because so much of this episode revolves around showing bodies and how best to showcase them in underwear.  

Anyway, as Jughead reads a Pep Comic issue which seems to be titled “Things [of?] Darkness,” he is suddenly reminded of something written by his “favorite pulp writer of all time, Brad Rayberry.” He picks up a volume of November County and Other stories by the same author, looking very concerned.

Immediately, he runs over to the publishing house to yell at his publisher about being a plagiarist.   Jughead always does this in every universe - oh I’m suddenly sad I won’t be able to say this anymore after this season! Sob! - when he has a suspicion:   He goes straight to the suspected perpetrator of whatever the crime or misdeed is and confronts then forthwith, but without any sort of plan as to what he’ll do if they deny it, which they invariably do, or how he will cope with the consequences of launching such a frontal attack.  Betty and Archie are physically reckless, but Jughead is existentially reckless.

His publisher says that plagiarism is a word they don’t use at the publishing house (which is such a great side step. Did Mr. Publisher have a former career as a lawyer?) Then he makes up a story about how he tried to reach out to the proper author but then conveniently presumed said author was dead based on the lack of response.  Which doesn’t justify plagiarism but he seems to think it does.

We are with Archie as he, along with me, tries to endure the unwelcome imposition that Uncle Frank is in his house.  I’ve always despised Uncle Frank, and honestly, them showing me that he would have been even worse in the 1950s does not make me hate any iteration of him less by one iota. Archie is trying to fix his car, but Frank says he is “concerned.”  He lays out all of Archie’s flaws, which are that he is a middling student, lying, not pulling his weight around the house, and the “business with the Blossom girl.”

Sir? Sir!  I object.  The lying & business with the Blossom girl was the exact opposite of a concerning lie, is it not?  It turns out both are still technically virgins, which is what you all probably care most about, and he did it to save her and he went along with you all trying to force him to get married at 17!  Anyway, Frank is a right piece of shit, because he pokes at Archie’s grief with “How do you think your dad would feel?”

Well sir, Archie may not know this but since I watched all previous seasons of Riverdale with close attention several times over, I know exactly how Fred would feel, and he indeed would feel proud of Archie. That was kind of Fred’s problem - even when he was annoyed at Archie, he was never less than proud.  

Apparently, Frank was present when Fred took his leave of Archie to go “off to war” because he knows what the instructions were - “Take care of Mom and be the man of the house.” 

I would have been much happier if Frank had died in the Korean War, and I’m sure Archie agrees.  I’m also pretty sure that Fred DID NOT MEAN to burden his actual child with this sort of thing. He was trying to give his child something else to focus on rather than worry daily about his father 8,000 miles away.  Frank as far as I can tell has no family of his own, so again, this business of childless men lecturing about or at other people’s children?  Bah humbug, honestly. Maybe this is my being raised intensely Catholic while female, but honestly, this type of man should simply never ever say anything at all about children, child bearing, reproduction and so on. 

So Archie, looking like he has a gun pointed to the back of his head (which is Frank staring into it like a psycho) apologizes to his mother about not being a ‘better son.’ I’m also back to very much disliking Mary Andrews. She is a bad mom. Why would you farm out actually raising your kid to FRANK of all people?  Ugh.   WHAT KIND OF MOTHER HAVE YOU BEEN MARY ANDREWS?  Have you thought about that?? She’s been weak as shit against people like the Blossoms, arbitrary & unpredictable in her rule enforcement and generally a shitty parent. 

Next door, Betty is sadly getting ready for school.  I want to look inside Betty’s closet this season. She alway has a perfectly color coordinated belt or scarf (sometimes the same color, sometimes a wonderful contrast color) to go with her outfit.  She looks across the way and is completely verklempt at the view of Archie’s moist abs, fresh from the shower.  The music can’t possibly be 1950s- there’s synths and stuff.  The song says “I feel so…. GOOOD.’  I can’t relate, but her vision is so good that she is capable of focusing on his happy trail from a whole house away.   If only we all looked as pretty as she does (I LOVE the Grace kelly type hairdo she has happening) while agog with lust. 

At school, in the locker room, the girls are putting on their gym outfits.  What sort of sports can you play  in outfits like these, by the way?  Stiff yellow button down shirts with puffy sleeves tucked into high waisted bermuda shorts that barely cover your butt cheeks?  These shorts are even belted tight at the waist.  

In the sweetest, most kittenish way possible, Betty asks Veronica, “What’s sex like?”

…. I mean. OK. Lemme breathe. Because that was so like, the perfect delivery for a very by-the-books porno, no?  Gorgeous blonde horny girl goes “What’s sex like?” while leaning forward, blinking winsomely with huge eyes.  And she’s not even aware of the effect she has.  What is GOING ON.

So Veronica is understandably shocked (hc: turned on and not out to herself) (Why is TONI not picking up on these vibes to invite Veronica for a cuppa at the Dark Room already?  Is this because they are both tops??)  but only gently says that it’s a bit early in the morning for this sort of talk (“I’ve barely just had my morning java!”).  What happens next is a huge part of why I adore Veronica Lodge above all girls but especially Betty (who, even if not this season, is for plot reasons not all that big on truth telling):  She meets truth and candor with truth and candor.  When Betty says she doesn’t know what sex is like and would like to hear, which is a pretty brave thing to ask someone, Veronica responds with the same attitude to confess that she herself is still a virgin.   Betty has the absolute perfect come-back:  I just assumed because you’re just so sexy!   Betty really knows how to talk to a girl!  

I suppose the idea is that the 1950s were a super repressed time in America (which I don’t think it actually was in actuality but OK) such that even the sensual Veronica Lodge is - gasp! - still a virgin  but actually since this is reflective of my own high school experience I found it very comforting to have it represented on the screen.   “You don’t have to have sex to be sexy,” is what Veronica says. 

Betty would like advice on how to carry herself more like Veronica.   Veronica suggests perfume and heels, then brings out the idea of sexy lingerie.  “Soft fabric against my skin” is what she says as some horny trumpeteer goes “Wah wah Waaaaah” in the background.  OK so I guess I’ve tried out the wrong kinds of lingerie because that shit was itchy as fuck.   Veronica walks her fingers flirtatiously up Betty’s arm as she says, “Say, why don’t you give lingerie a twirl?”  Betty looks very turned on, first just by the purring way Veronica is talking about being sexy, second about the idea of Veronica in lingerie that makes her already perfect body “look fantastic” and about doing something sexual with Veronica. I mean possibly also I guess she is excited about having a guide to learn about lingerie but that’s like below tertiary.   Betty is going to go over to Veronica’s later to try on her used underwear (which I find a strange idea but ok).

At the student lounge, Cheryl approaches Toni to give her the lesbian pulp novel back. Cheryl insists on calling her “Antoinette.”   I am insane for all these fabulous belts these girls are all wearing this season.  I love the gloss on the red patent leather one that Cheryl is sporting.   When asked what she thinks about the lesbian pulp classic (the real world version of which was one of the rare ones where neither woman died for being gay at the end), she responds to the cover art using very distant artsy language as in, Cheryl finds “two voluptuous, feminine forms in close proximity to each other” quite pleasant.   Toni pulls out her go-to pick up line for Riverdale girls:  She asks the girl to go to the Dark Room for a coffee.   See, I knew Toni was trying to put the moves on Betty when she was consoling her after the dumping of Kevin!  

Cheryl refuses - “Oh I couldn’t *possibly!” - and that’s because she’s too busy “relaunching the Vixens.”  She needles Toni about finding cheerleading “far too square,” essentially daring her to try out for the squad.

The hostage situation with Archie and Uncle Fucking Frank continues, this time at the Principal’s office.  Uncle Fucking Frank is still standing executioner distance behind Archie.  Archie  is trying to do everything with his face to signal that he is not ok, please help, while saying what his abductor wants him to say: “I wanna be at least a B student.”  His principal is too dim to catch these hints, and anyway he’s probably turned on by the weird dominance thing that he’s witnessing right this minute.  It turns out Uncle Fucking Frank is in cahoots with this asshole, the principal, enough to have private conversations with him!

At the tryouts for the cheerleading squad, Cheryl is holding court.  Evelyn Evernever is there! She’s already a cheerleader.  Welcome back Evelyn! I hope you’re unhinged and evil in this world too!

Toni bursts in like Aragorn, pushing the double doors wide open.  The song playing in the soundtrack (probably in Cheryl’s head) states: It’s Too Darn Hot as Toni smugly makes her slo-mo entrance looking, actually, Too Darn Hot.   Cheryl is so happy to see Toni, and is extra happy because she put on her blazing red lipstick just in case Toni showed up (she had more of a nude lip earlier in the day for their initial encounter).  She’s also forbidden Evenlyn from wearing her reddish hair down, lol.  Evelyn condescendingly tells Toni that she’s not “on the list” so she can’t try out, but Cheryl overrules her (because it’s never a cheerocracy!).   

The two lesbians smile adoring at each other.  Something about just breathing the air with Toni on her home ground (as a cheerleader) makes Cheryl glow like a Renaissance angel.  Toni actually has a routine prepared, and we go to it.   Cheryl watches all of Toni’s tryout routine in a totally horny haze, slowing it down in her mind as she almost drools.  The song is also egging her on - something something “Refill the cup with my baby tonight” and “I’d like to sup with my baby tonight” etc  which are all statements about cunnilingus.  The room gets all dark for her.   She doesn’t have the orgasm (of the mind) that she did the first time she watched Toni do a dance routine, but it’s close.  Cheryl says this whole performance “razzed her berries.”  This means looking at Toni made her nips tingle.   Then she adds that “I haven’t seen pompom technique like that in years” which means she can tell Toni is (like all dykes) great with her hands. 

Evelyn is making a very sour face behind her. Somehow Cheryl knows this, so she says since she “alone” speaks for the Vixens, she immediately offers Toni a spot on the team.  Evelyn tries to make a case for procedural fairness only to get screamed at.  The other girls all welcome Toni to the team.

At the dinner table, Uncle Fucking Frank makes a terrible announcement.  “It looks like I’m going to be sticking around for a while.”  Oh no. OH NO.  Why?  Because Principal Featherhead asked him “to be the basketball team’s head coach.”  I’m horrified.  Also Frank is short and stocky.  I know zip about sports but isn’t basketball for tall lean people? 

So Uncle Fucking Frank has no family - not even a lady - and no kids and he just moved into his brother’s widow’s house to bully his nephew, and because all this is not enough, he begged his way into getting a job at this nephew’s school.  “Asked me” my ass  What the fuck is his fixation on Archie?  

Archie understandably says he doesn’t want to play basketball while Frank is gonna be coach.  Not playing is not a way out  of the Uncle Fucking Frank close contact - if Archie won’t play, then he can be waterboy.  What is happening? I hate Mary so much.  See, I knew, I KNEW that my being OK with Mary Andrews was not going to last.  Why the fuck did she even have this child? Ugh. 

At Veronica’s, Betty is feeling shy about showing how she looks in Veronica’s underwear, though she wasn’t shy about wearing Veronica’s underwear to begin with.  Did they go shopping? Is this NEW underwear?  Be that as it may, Veronica looks very eager on the bed, quaffing mimosas, and eating chocolates.  When Betty finally emerges, Veronica’s eyes light up.  “I knew it would look perfect on you!”   The problem is, Betty feels embarrassed, which Veronica doesn’t understand.  Looking like Bettie Page exactly, Veronica says, “Bettie Page herself would go ape for you.” Bettie Page’s personal orientation was not, uh, lesbian so that is a weird thing to say, Veronica.  Just say you want to fuck Betty.    Even though Betty looks close to tears, Veronica wants to keep looking at her, so makes her come in front of the mirror so she can keep looking at her under the guise of giving her some sort of sexual koan:  “I am a gorgeous, powerful, sexy siren, at the height of my womanly powers.”  I mean, this is very sweet, but I did have a flashback to Hannah Gadsby going - *I* am in my prime!! *I* am in my prime!! - meaning her 40-something self. The koan does work on Betty though, who is actually persuaded by the end.

Jughead has straight up gone to see the author Rayberry.  He introduces himself as a writer at Pep Comics, then bluntly says “they’re ripping you off.”  Rayberry wants to know why Jughead wants him to sue his own employer.  Jughead is full on fangirling - “I think you’re the tops.”  Even though Rayberry just wants to get rid of him, Jughead won’t take no for an answer, and even though the author looks slovenly while he keeps slamming the door in his face, he doesn’t give up. 

Evelyn has given Cheryl a visit, to say that she is “uncomfortable” with Toni being on the squad not because she’s black (sure?) but because she’s “a lezzie.”  I mean, it’s probably a bit of both right?  Cheryl shuts down both objections - Riverdale has been fully integrated, and Toni Topaz is not… that, so Evelyn needs to “put an egg in your shoe and beat it.”  That is the weirdest way to say that I’ve ever heard. I kinda like it.   Cheryl wants to watch her show which is Oh Mija!

At the Dark Room, Toni is taunted for becoming a “paper shaker” by the Lezzie Lizzo, who is sporting a beret with a studded Serpents jacket.   Lizzo mocks her for “still birddogging that redheaded closet case.”   Toni tries to cover it up with some sort of sanctimonious bullshit - she is now the first ever black cheerleader at Riverdale.  I’m with Lizzo - I don’t believe her one bit.  “Oh so it’s *political* for you! [Much scoffing, then completely insincerely]  Yeah  I got it.  That makes sense.”   But Lizzo says she understands Toni Topaz for knuckling under the white patriarchy’s demeaning demands for women in the interests of getting access to Cheryl’s pussy. She says it nicer than me AND she acknowledges that Cheryl is very hot.  “That’s one cherry lollipop I’d happily lick.”

I knew Lizzo was a good egg the first time I saw her. Why o why won’t Toni give her a chance? And what does Lizzo do all day? How old is she?  Is she a high school drop out??  Can I have more Lizzo and much less Evelyn??? 

The next morning, Archie discovers that Uncle Fucking Frank has confiscated his car, to be returned to him when his “grades are where they should be.”   This is because Uncle Fucking Frank is obsessed with Archie, leading to his wanting to spend every possible moment with him, including the ride to school.  

Veronica is super excited to approach Betty the same morning to ask her exactly what kind of underwear she is wearing.  This is extremely heterosexual behavior among women, right?  Oh, and Veronica acknowledges that the ‘lingerie’ type underwear is neither silky nor comfortable (I mean granted, I haven’t ever tried the like, thousand-dollars a pop La Perla stuff so maybe those are??) - “How will ever get used to lace panties if you don’t wear them every day?” she chastises when it turns out Betty hasn’t put them on today for fear of being seen in them and being thought a “nymphomaniac.”

THIS FEAR IS SPECIFICALLY KEVIN FUCKING KELLER’S FAULT. I HATE YOU SO MUCH KEVIN.

Veronica thinks this whole “nympho” talk was invented by misogynist (gay) men to hurt women.  I agree.  She also diagnoses Betty with “needing a man.”  Usually, this sort of comment is not true about the woman about whom it is said, but Betty actually does need a man.  She is SO horny. 

Betty tells Veronica that she has her eye on Archie.   Veronica doesn’t like it, but she prioritizes Betty’s well being over her own, so rushes her to speak to Archie before Betty can “talk yourself out of it” by which Veronica means “myself.”  

Archie is bent over a book in the student lounge.  While Veronica listens from her hidden vantage point (with Betty’s awareness), Betty, her big bambi eyes brimming with adoration, asks Archie out on a movie date.  Archie actually tells her the truth - he’d love to, but he can’t because of Uncle Fucking Frank.  Veronica’s face falls when he says he’d love to, then brightens when he says he can’t.  Betty doesn’t believe Archie though, at all.  She thinks she’s being rejected.  

She cries about it on Veronica’s shoulder, who continues to say the right and decent thing - that what Archie said might be the truth.  Cheerful now that they have both been apparently rejected by Archie, Veronica suggests that they both find some airheads down at Stonewall Prep to play with.  Betty cheerfully agrees to this plan.

At basketball practice, Julian is being a piece of shit to Archie who is trying to appease Uncle Frank because his mother is blind to the abuse he’s being subjected to.   Why would you leave a child in the care of a childless middle aged uncle?    Mary Andrews makes me so mad.

Evelyn Evernever, looking very ginchy in the ginchiest outfit (I love the 50s cheerleader uniform - cream sweater, navy skirt), breaks into Toni’s locker, immediately finding the lesbian book.  She gets caught red-handed, but is brazen enough to try to confront Toni about her lesbianism.  Cheryl denied it, she tells her.  Toni threatens her with violence, then insists that Evelyn tell her exactly what Cheryl said.

At the comic publisher’s,  Jughead is getting to see his name in print.  He is so pleased - “It’s so boss, Boss!” - and being really adorable about it. (By the way, is this a throwback to the comics? Was Jughead in the comics just always off in his own world like this?).  With perfect timing, Rayberry, all dressed up in his confrontation suit, bursts in, demanding to know who Fieldstone is.  He launches into an angry speech about suing Pep Comics for plagiarism.  Jughead jumps in to mediate, and this middle aged man and old man let him do this.  The author and publisher shake hands on compensating Rayberry for the plagiarized stories.  For his troubles, Jughead gets to have a dinner date with his favorite pulp writer at his favorite diner.  Right off the bat, Rayberry even hints that he might ask for Jughead to be the one to adapt his stories going forward for the comics.  Jughead just gushes to the man about how he loves his stories in “all the different pulp magazines” then proceeds to list all of them: Weird Tales, Startling Stories, Fantastic Adventures.  He looks so happy - he can’t stop smiling. It’s so cute. 

Then Rayberry asks whether his father approves of these literary aspirations.  Across all universes, terrible Faifather FP is a fail, because the light immediately dims in Jughead’s face.  Rayberry causally says his own father didn’t approve of his “literary aspirations” but Jughead simply doesn’t know. And in addition to inflicting me with Uncle Fucking Frank again, Riverdale fails me additionally but not killing off FP.  Riverdale, girl, why?  So even in this universe created by his angelic girlfriend, Jughead is abandoned by his father yet again. Rayberry tells him to write about his trauma from paternal abandonment.  When Jughead asks if Rayberry would be willing to read his more literary attempt, Rayberry sighs and says “Oh, and we were having such a swell time.”  Jughead fully looks like he is going to break apart into sad, salty-tear soaked little pieces at this apparent rejection until Rayberry says he was joking, that of course he’d be happy to read Jughead’s efforts, and they laugh about it.  

OK so this is why Jughead is so disinterested in girls and Veronica and so on.  He is in too much pain from his father. He is in desperate need of a father figure, but Fred Andrews who served that function in the other universe is gone (and possibly didn’t even meet Jughead in this world, since he never met Cheryl either), other male authority figures are all non-starters (Dupont hates him, the principal hates him, Sheriff Keller is a moron, Clifford Blossom is evil, Uncle Fucking Frank is himself), and his publisher/editor who served this role for him in the other universe acts just as exploitative towards Jughead as FP does so he’s no appropriate either.  And Riverdale’s main narrative arc - the Jugular Vein, if you will - is that Jughead Jones Cannot Get What He Wants, so we should know by now that this business with Rayberry will never work out.

The song that plays in the transition to the next scene is “Lead Me Father.”  This show and its song choices!  We cut to Archie doing child labor for Uncle Fucking Frank in the gym.  he takes a break to handle a basketball.  I don’t know this song, but it says things like “Pick Me Up When I Stumble, So the World Won’t Know.”  I guess basketball is tied to his father’s death for Archie somehow, which is why he doesn’t want to play it anymore, especially not with Uncle Fucking Frank as the goddamn coach.  Also I don’t know whose daddy is like this but if your daddy is like this, let me just say, Wow you are lucky.  

This is intercut with Jughead trying to write about his father, as the lyrics gravely intone about “Give me the strength for a song.”  He picks up a photo of a man who is not the FP we know, sitting scowling on a bike.  The singer croons that he wants to help some “poor troubled weary worker along.”  Jughead’s face goes through complicated set of emotions - he misses his dad, he’s bitter about his abandonment, and above all, he’s very very sad.  Jughead Jones’s tears of heartbreak are always just under the surface, which is why he keeps not wanting to be here in his reality and (doubling down on my thesis) he resents it when people are emotionally secure enough to try to take a risk to make their lives even better (like, you know, get laid with a sexy person to share a good time).

The next morning, Uncle Fucking Frank unilaterally tells Archie that he now has a job at the Diner, pumping gas.  This seems like a really specifically american thing, to overload one’s kids - Archie, who is not bright and also not that interested in school and not given very good brains by his very stupid mother, is supposed to get his grades up but also perform slave labor for the basketball team and further perform child labor at the gas pump all at the same time.   This is not how that works.  (Listen to your bespectacled East Asian -I know what I”m talking about.)

Meanwhile, Jughead is showing off his Homeroom of Horrors Pep Comics issue, written by JUGHEAD JUGULAR JONES.  His friends want to celebrate with burgers.  Jughead tells them he has a meeting with Rayberry at his house.  He’s so happy.

Toni confronts Cheryl about telling Evelyn that Toni isn’t gay. She completely glosses over Cheryl saying they have a “big problem”  about MIDGE.  Toni says she’s not ashamed of who she is or who she likes and should not be considered someone to be rescued.  Cheryl backs down immediately, answering in a soft voice that she doesn’t know what Toni wants Cheryl to say.  Cheryl apologizes, so Toni says that she’s had enough of pursuing Cheryl.  And that turns out to be the key thing, because the prospect of losing Toni’s attention altogether is what makes Cheryl gin up the courage to say, out loud, using her voice, to another person that she is attracted to girls.

Atta girl Cheryl!

“And I think maybe I’m attracted to you!” Cheryl says, starting to cry.   Toni is merciless, and wants her to actually confess - that Cheryl KNOWS she is attracted to Toni. 

Jughead is at the Rayberry apartment, which looks really familiar to me.  Is it the Toni/Fangs Throuple Cursed Apartment with Fucking Kevin??   Or is it Jughead and Tabitha’s apartment?? (The windows are too different.)  Rayberry says he’s willing to read Jughead’s writing, then offers him tea, which Jughead accepts.  Jughead is a bad guest because opens a closed box and steals a manuscript with a working title that I don’t catch the reference to because I never do.  Jughead straight up steals the manuscript.   Plagiarism and manuscript theft are apparently big themes for Jughead (sometimes the manuscript is a computer file), but I am not clear on what the theme is supposed to say, yet... this was very ill judged of him.

Meanwhile, Cheryl and Toni are on their first date, kind of, during which Toni takes it upon herself to out both Kevin and Clay, even though she says Cheryl isn’t supposed to talk about it with other people. This does not seem like a very good beginning.  Cheryl in this universe has an aunt Carol, who moved to Greenwich Village to be a lesbian and a writer.  “A sapphic sexual deviant” according to Penelope.  Carol apparently gets to live loving women.  Toni is bisexual in this world too, but it was only a problem when she made  out with girls. Her grandmother is for some reason absolutely accepting of Toni being queer.  Cheryl says that her family will only accept her if she plays her role correctly.   She’s now ready for something else, so Toni holds her hand.  

Archie is working at night, and of course Julian oozes up to get his tank filled.  Inside the Diner, Bee and Vee are on a date with one dark haired and one light haired WASP boy each from the private school.  Betty is bored as fuck by her date.  Pop brings a thermos of coffee to Archie.  Archie says that Fred used to play basketball with him all the time, when Pops says Fred was a legendary basketball player.  Pops says Fred was a true American hero. Archie agrees, looking genuinely happy for the first time

Jughead has stayed up all night reading Rayberry’s “Jupiter Journals” manuscript that he stole when he was personally invited to that man's house AND imposed on him to read his vomit draft.  Jughead! Why are you like this!   For some reason, he is not in his skin tight Goofy long-johns.  Instead he is in the patented slutty Jughead Jones tank top over striped pajamas. Does this mean something?  Or is this the underwear and loungewear that Veronica got for him when she redid his traincar?   Jughead says the book is “like Flash Gordon if Fitzgerald had written it.”  I have no idea what Flash Gordon is.   Jughead in his inappropriate way, because he is so love-starved, immediately decides to confront Rayberry about shoving his light under a bushel or something, not cognizant of the fact that having stolen the manuscript is going to have bad consequences.

At school, Veronica wants to know what happened with the preppy that walked Betty home, which was a big nothing.  There was no spark because Betty wants to sleep with Archie and nobody else.   She says this means she’s doomed since he turned her down flat.  Veronica says Romeo & Juliet had “logistical problems but they figured it out.”

And for the first time in seven years, at the THIRD Romeo & Juliet mention (Jughead calling Betty Juliet, Toni calling Fangs and Midge Romeo & Juliet and now Veronica) someone finally says the correct thing: “Veronica, they both DIED.”

Bless Veronica though because she knows something about Romeo & Juliet, so she retorts: “Not until Act 5 and only after they lost their cherries.”

Is this foreshadowing? Is this how this sojourn to 1955 is going to end??

Veronica has an idea.  She says that Barchie should have long meaningful late night conversations to get close to Archie.

She also uses the word “gatekeeping.”  Earlier on she used the term “gaslighting” about the purpose of the word “nymphomaniac.”  Is the slow breaking down of the world of 1955 as created by Tabitha Tate?  Why is Veronica using 2020s lingo like this in her 50s universe? 

Betty said she’d love to, but she knows Archie doesn’t have a phone in his room.  Veronica is so smart - she immediately gets to the heart of the matter.  “You can look into ARchie’s bedroom window through yours?” she asks.  She wants to know immediately if Betty has seen Archie [dot dot dot] and I’m choosing to understand this as “naked” to which Betty says, sounding very much like she really needs a vibrator, “Yes. Many, MANY times!”  Veronica wants in on the peep show. 

Inside the school, Julian Blossom is really asking for it, calling Archie a grease monkey to complain about the car service, then calls him waterboy and to get him to fetch a soda.  Julian then takes the name of God, I mean Fred, in vain, saying he’s going to obliterate Fred’s record since Archie���s not going to be the one.  Archie pushes him, Julian pushes back, then Archie punches him right in the face. 

What was the casting requirement for Julian Blossom?  Have a punchable face?  Because he’s now been socked in the face by no less than Ethel, then Jughead, and now Archie.

It is Archie’s explosion into violence that makes Mary spring into action. I don’t have kids but this is bad parenting, right?  Like, she’s doing all the things wrong.  Mary only reacts meaningfully when Archie is violent, like today.  She finally womans up enough to tell Uncle Fucking Frank to back off, declares that since she is Archie’s mother, she will take the lead on this issue.

While that’s going on, violence of a different, distinctly more feminine character is happening among the cheerleaders. Cheryl has assigned being the flyer to Toni, which Evelyn very much resents because that was her role.  Cheryl comes very close to saying this is a Cheerocracy but  what she actually says is that if Evelyn doesn’t like it she can quit immediately.  Evelyn looks at the others for support, but none is to be had.  OK so we know from the earlier seasons what Evelyn is like, and she is shown to be openly homophobic here, but also given that Kevin got to do all that HE did and still got called BRAVE by Betty as sweet music played over the horrible scene, I think Evelyn deserved better.   So Evelyn capitulates as Toni smirks at Cheryl approvingly.

Finally, finally, Mary is asking Archie what is going on.  She wants to know if Archie is avoiding basketball because of Frank.  Archie says it’s not because of Frank, it’s because of Fred’s absence. There is an anvil in his heart whenever he plays basketball because he misses his father.  He’s also afraid of not being as good as Fred.  Mary says a truthful thing -that Fred would be proud of Archie.  She’s also going to make Frank ease up on him.  We’ll see about that.

Jughead has gone charging ahead to go to Rayberry, to tell him outright that he stole a manuscript from him and then read it.  Jughead thinks that his telling an already published and well known author that he has “got to get [something] published” is somehow going to get him forgiveness for the breach of trust. When Rayberry tries to get his bearings, Jughead smiles as he says that it was “only for a night.”  Rayberry gets angry, and kicks Jughead out.  Jughead's heart breaks right there, but he did it to himself. He wanted to speed run to intimacy with this potential father figure (who also confessed to having a difficult relationship with his own parent) but made a colossal mistake by being too hungry & desperate. Rayberry also breaks his own coffee cup by throwing it, which makes Jughead go running, which probably means he grew up in a violent home.

In  the girls’ locker room, Choni get their first kiss.  Toni was turned on by Cheryl’s show of dominance, even though Cheryl is apparently sexually a total bottom.

And finally, Veronica and Betty are blatantly peeping at Archie undressing. Veronica starts narrating in the most cheesy way: “Stand back Ringling Brothers because THIS is the greatest show on earth!”

OK so I agree that Archie’s abs are pretty fantastic but why does this keep happening to him? In place of Kevin now here’s Veronica egging Betty on to do this voyeurism.  Veronica even wants binoculars.   Archie sees them though before Veronica can get a gander at his junk. Both girls collapse to the floor.  Veronica finds the whole situation pretty funny, but Betty is so embarrassed, saying the two of them are being Peeping Patties.  Also?  Betty understands a lot of Veronica’s film references, though I suppose Rear Window is very much a mainstream blockbuster.

The next morning, Betty tells Veronica she couldn’t sleep a wink.  Veronica was also embarrassed but like many perpetrators of sexual wrong acts she has come around to thinking that Archie was asking for it with his strutting while having abs.  She also hopes Archie will be too embarrassed to confront them.  

She is utterly wrong about this, because Archie has come directly to them.  He doesn’t seem mad however.  Archie wants to talk to ONLY Betty.  Veronica makes like a MILF, tells Archie to “keep up the good work” before walking away.  Archie says he saw B and V peeping on him.  Betty does here what Betty always does and she lies, until Archie assures her that he isn’t mad, and actually wants to do a mutual peep show.  

This next part is very very cute though.  The lust makes the two of them completely braindead so they assure each other that they will both be in their own bedrooms at midnight (so they can do this mutual peep show).  Archie is so really, truly, very excited, and Betty is BEYOND excited. 

Suddenly, Archie wants to play basketball.  Apparently 50s Jughead is not wrong about this part - Archie is entirely fueled by sex.  Because he has sex related prospects tonight, suddenly he is “here to play.”  He also stands up to Frank, telling him how irrelevant he is -”I’m not doing this for you.”  Frank seems to think that his ‘tough love’ worked.  I wish I could punch him in the nuts.

A teacher has ratted out Jughead’s author status to Werther (Dupont!). Why are these people at work so very, very late??

Betty and Archie are so ready to do their long distance strip tease/ peep show.  Belts, then shirts  (and Betty has on the sexy lingerie underneath!), then come Archie’s abs!   Betty starts to remove her skirt (though with her unbuttoned blouse still on. And now they are down to just their underwear!

OH NO. RECORD SCRATCH.

I am cockblocked by BOTH  Uncle Fucking Frank AND  Hal Cooper! Oh Riverdale, that was really cruel. “What in the hell is going on here??” indeed! You title the episode Peep Show and then do THIS?

[vampirescantgetpregnant64]

JUGHEAD PUT HIS BEANIE IN THE TIMECAPSEL??? WHAT IS HE NOT WEIRD ANYMORE? WHO IS HE? SURELY NOT MY BELOVED JUGHEAD FORSYTHE PENDLETON THE THIRD JONES ANYMORE :,(((

[cipher04]

Seeking Roleplay Partners

Note: Not replacing any current partners, just always seeking to add more partners.

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double as any gender, any pairing, any fandom

Prefers writing male characters in male x female relationships (will do AxA when doubling)

Enjoys romance and action in my stories

Laid-back, communicative. I will not ghost you!

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot and the post, but my typical range is 1-3+ paragraphs

Attempts to reply every 1-2 days, but will let you know about any unintended absences

Prefers third-person

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Prefers long-term stories

Most of all, I enjoy writing and collaborating. I consider myself easy to get along with and being able to bring my writing partner joy with each reply is something that drives my passion for this hobby!

Open to nsfw

Bonus: Not required, but I enjoy sibling dynamics. Keep in mind, I'm talking about platonic sibling interactions. If we're doubling with OC/Canon, it could be particularly interesting for our OCs to be siblings. It increases the depth of our world and increases interaction between characters. Again, not required. 

You can add me on discord at fandomfan#0404 or send a chat or message if interested.

Fandoms:

Seeking partners who are willing to play a canon female character. I have plots, pairings, and ideas for each fandom that I list here.

I am not picky. I will not be upset if you do not portray the character with 100 percent accuracy. Please, do not expect that there will be pressure to be perfect. I enjoy it when my partner adds their own twist, anyway

Willing to double and play as anyone you want in return!

Canon characters that I am seeking a partner to play will be listed under the fandom

Fandoms:

Pairings that I am seeking are listed beside the character, but these are not the only pairings I am willing to do. Again, for your half, I'll do whatever you want.

Here is the link to the entire list of my fandoms: https://cipher04.tumblr.com/post/678212321698611200/muse-post

If you will play someone from my list below, I can play something from any of these fandoms if you so desire! There might be others I know about as well so feel free to suggest other fandoms too

Pirates of the Carribean

Elizabeth Swann (Will Turner or male OC x Elizabeth Swann)

Arrowverse

Supergirl(CW's Arrowverse) (male OC, Barry Allen, Mon-El, or Oliver Queen x Kara Zor-El)

Fear The Walking Dead

Alicia Clark (Male OC, Matt Sale, Jake Otto, or Will x Alicia Clark)

Nancy Drew (CW TV show)

Nancy Drew (male OC, Ace, Ned Nickerson, or Owen Marvin x Nancy Drew)

Riverdale

Betty Cooper (male OC, Jughead Jones, or Archie Andrews x Betty Cooper)

The Lost World (1999 TV series)

Veronica Layton (male OC or Ned Malone x Veronica Layton)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Cassie Lang (2023 film - Kathryn Newton portrayal) (male OC x Cassie Lang)

Outer Banks

Sarah Cameron

If interested, you can react to my post or you can send me a chat. Thanks!

[ao3feed--bughead]

The Bird's Omen

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49662838 by ifalljughead After being asked by the Lodges to house sit while they leave for the week on a vacation, Jughead Jones (in the middle of a manuscript to send off to colleges) is in for a surprise. At every strike of midnight, a resident of Riverdale (the town with pep!) is picked off in the dark of the night. Blind sighted by the tragedy, the heat is focused in on the Southside, blaming them for a situation they claim they had no part in. Feeling at fault but with no knowledge why, Jughead teams up with his closest friends to crack this case. Words: 536, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Polly Cooper, Riverdale Bulldogs, Josie and The Pussycats, FP Jones II, Fred Andrews, Hiram Lodge, Hermione Lodge, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Southside Serpents Gang, Ghoulies Gang (Riverdale), Penny Peabody, Kevin Keller Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones/Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews/Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews/Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews & Betty Cooper & Jughead Jones & Veronica Lodge Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Character Death, Death, Murder, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Asexual Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper Loves Jughead Jones, Writer Jughead Jones, The Blue and Gold School Newpaper (Riverdale), Riverdale High School, Southside High School (Riverdale), Jughead Jones-centric, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Good Parent FP Jones II, FP Jones II in Jail, Diary/Journal, POV Multiple, POV Third Person, POV First Person, Drugs, References to Drugs, Jingle Jangle (Riverdale), Clocks, House Sitting read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49662838

[findroleplay]

Riverdale( Doubles Welcomed and preferred)

I’m 18+ and all participants must be 8+

Heya I’m Kim! I’m 21+ and I rp in third person and I am semi literate. I enjoy ooc and getting to know my partners. I’m so excited for this rp. I do ask you rp in third person and are semi literate and active quite frequently. I understand life gets in the way so just mention it I will gladly do the same

Okay so I was thinking we double. I can play whoever for you if you play FP Jones for me!! I honestly hated Alice and did not think she was good for FP. Hahah. But anyways yes FP Good lord that man is ughhh HHahah and If you can’t do him then Jughead Jones. Anyways I’m not gonna like I’m barely on season one but I can research and do that stuff hahah. But I’m watching the series.

Anyways I was thinking my oc is the older sister of Cheryl and Jason. The sorta black sheep of the family. The half daughter so to speak. What if Penelope or hee husband had a affair and then my oc was created. She of course is with the serpents having catches FP eyes. I know he has a wife but I assumed their separated. Anyways here’s the thing my oc is 23 and she also works at Pop’s. Anyways what if no one except FP, Jug, Archie and Betty know about my Ocs heritage and what if only they know she and FP are dating Anyways I cannot wait for the rp. I do ask you are 18+ because of the scenes that will be in here

So I am very active except Saturday mornings and Monday evenings and unless I have a doctors appointment or stuff. Ahhh I’m so happy and excited!!!

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[serpentblccd]

👑👑.  BEHIND BLUE EYES.

Living behind perfectly painted white picket fences where the grass is greener than green, flowers constantly blooming! Birds singing like they do in those cheesy cartoons you watch while eating a balanced breakfast. Three cars in STYLE parked in the garage or the driveway. A two-story house located in the nicest street in Riverdale. You would honestly think they came from some old classic tv show where everything just seemed SO perfect. Perfect house. Perfect family. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Jughead Jones, captain of the baseball team. Hitting home runs and bringing the Bulldogs to victory! Parents and his little sister cheering at the sidelines in every game. Goes to baseball camp, praised by the coach for doing an excellent job. Gets the whole ‘I wish you were my son’ speech. You would think that being bask in all this glory, and being the GOLDEN BOY would be a dream come true. His life is so perfect and his future is set to brilliance. Though there is more to Jughead Jones than you could ever imagine. Like how he’s not even that fond of baseball and how he’s only doing it for his dad. This isn’t his dream, this isn’t the path he wishes to take. Not saying that he hates baseball. He doesn’t, in fact, he finds it fun. Found it fun until his father kept pushing him and pushing him. Do better. Attend all baseball practices. Baseball this, baseball that. His father is making him chase after HIS dream. His mom told him the story of how his dad got in an accident. Couldn’t attend the games, which means he missed out on getting a scholarship to play for the Yankees. And so now that his father can’t reach for the stars and get what he wants. He’ll have his son do exactly that. Follow his dream. Push his son until he’s more than perfect. It’s a struggle when you don’t even want to live the dream your father wants. Doesn’t want to disappoint him when he tells his father that he wants to be a photographer. Joined the blue and gold just for that. To take pictures and he fell in love with it. The freedom, the beauty you don’t usually see in things or places. He loves it. Found a passion for photography, and wants a future with that? His father is not as understanding as he would like, his mother is too busy and his little sister is in the same position as him. Being pushed to achieve a dream that isn’t in their sights. The lack of freedom, being surrounded by people who don’t understand your dreams. Who won’t! They see life in football or soccer--- baseball! Those are what jocks do. Living the life of a Northsider is supposed to feel amazing. The royal! The riches and yer? It feels like you are in chains! What is freedom? You can’t be what you want because that’s not who you should be. You can’t fuck around because then you are ruining your future. You can’t live life free, because then you forget your goals! The rich life, the glory life isn’t always what you want. You want parents to support you, you want to be able to do as you want. Date who you want and just fuck it!

👑👑.  FAME & GLORY

NAME : Jughead Jones the III FACE CLAIM : Cole Sprouse AGE : 18 + EYE COLOR : Blue HAIR : Black GENDER : Male OCCUPATION : Riverdale’s baseball team NICKNAMES : FP the third. Jughead. Jug. J. DATE OF BIRTH :  October 28th HIGH SCHOOL ATTENDED : Riverdale High ACQUAINTANCES [ RELATIONSHIPS ] : DEPENDS.

👑👑.  FREEDOM CALLING.

NOTE // .

FP is the sheriff here

Jellybean and Gladys do live with them

Gladys and FP fight a lot. but are living the perfect family life as if nothing is wrong.

Jughead wants to do photography.

FP is not part of the Serpents nor has any history with them.

Jughead is a charming character in this. Still has his dark sense of humor.

Isn’t awkward around girls, unless he really likes them. Usually, he’s smooth

Really this is based off realism. What some people go through. Being pushed into certain paths and not being able to live their own dream. Jughead has a perfect life, least that’s what people assume. But it’s a mess at times.