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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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iconic-ponytail · 4 years ago

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there's always money in the banana stand

riverdale promptathon week 3: yellow + business

Even as the sun sets, even as the breeze blows, the hell furnace of July in Riverdale burns on. It’s triply as sweltering inside the tiny booth running three freezers, offloading heat to sustain the frozen merchandise inside. “How can it be so hot in there when we are supposed to be selling frozen bananas?” JB complains, at least twice a week.

She’s twelve. Complaint is her new first language. She complains about being left in Riverdale while Gladys went back to Toledo. She complains about living in a trailer park that usually does not have warm water. She complains about their father being imprisoned for covering up a gruesome murder. But most of all, she complains about working in the banana stand.

Child labor laws aside, Jughead can’t blame her for that one. He hates the damn banana stand, but it’s their best shot.

Gladys’ monthly check covers rent and utilities for the trailer. Everything else is on him, now. The idiot eighteen year old who decided to petition the court to be his sister’s legal guardian. Well, and his idiot mom who signed off on it. So he needs money, and the Jones family has never been particularly flush with cash, just trampled over by FP’s failed “business opportunities.”

Enter: the banana stand.

It’s not the fastest revenue stream, Jughead finds. But it’s got potential.

Initially, Dilton doesn’t let him sell during the Twilight Drive-In’s concession stand hours. Before or after the movie, sure, but no overlap. “I’m not worried about competition, Jones. It’s just too humiliating for me to watch you sweat through that horrible yellow polo you call ‘branding.’”

But when customers asked him more than twice a night when the banana stand would be open, Dilton caved.

It’s not like being open during the screening hours is a whole lot more preferable. He only just transferred from Southside to Riverdale High last spring; now he’s the rising senior who hands out phallic symbols from inside a giant phallic symbol. Not exactly a boon to his popularity.

Still, recently the money is enough to pay the internet bill and keep JB fed for dinner when she can’t go to the summer breakfast and lunch program at the local park district. It’s still not enough for him to eat particularly well, and the smell of hot dogs and slurp of his classmates’ slushies makes the heat feel like a minor inconvenience.

He eyes the tip jar, willing himself to wait on rampaging the concession stand until the beginning of the film roar dies down. It’s a double feature tonight, which means maybe he can score enough cash to cover those damn college application fees his counselor will start hounding him about week one of school.

Then he sees her—Betty Cooper. She’s laughing, watching Archie Andrews try to catch popcorn in his mouth, tossed by his paramour, Veronica Lodge. She pauses to sip from her slushie straw, her lips—which he’s watched argue against homophobic and racist comments in their advanced lit class, or pressed to the cheek of her other best friend, Kevin Keller. Which he’s imagined, doing slightly less savory things, though the mere thought of said imagining has his heart pounding wildly.

(Jughead’s been eating way too many fucking bananas. Someone needs to check his potassium levels.)

His absolutely pathetic gaze, once available three times a day in their shared classes where Jughead has still not managed to exert any confidence whatsoever regarding speech, eye contact, or general acknowledgement of Betty Cooper’s existence other than whatever drooling may or may not be happening, all of which he finds he has no control over… is all interrupted by the absolute polar opposite of Betty Cooper. Hiram Lodge zooms up to the banana stand on his segway, angling to a stop just before taking out the stand’s foundation.

“Still getting a hang of that, Mayor Lodge?”

Hiram grimaces. “Just checking that you’ve renewed your business permit, Jones.”

They do this once a week. It’s still the same permit.

“You know,” Hiram starts as Jughead rustles for the paperwork to make him go the fuck away, “I could find you an arrangement with a better banana supplier. For a discount. If you’re interested.”

Jughead rolls his eyes. “I’m not interested in your GMO, black market bananas, Hiram.”

Hiram gives him a pointed look. Jughead rolls his eyes even harder. “Mayor Lodge.” He proffers the papers, Hiram waves them away. “I’ll take one chocolate peanut butter dip. With peanuts.”

Jughead kisses his teeth. “That will be $3.50.”

Hiram’s whole face goes serpentine. “Not between business partners, Jones. Put it on my tab.”

Jughead grits his teeth, handing the finished banana so aggressively he hopes that the chocolate splatters and stains Hiram’s $500 tie. It is only slightly worth it to watch Hiram struggle with navigating the segway one-handed, frozen banana in the other.

He muffles a chuckle before realizing he’s used the dead end of the chopped peanut topping, and exits the stand to update the order board hanging on the outside. It’s mostly an excuse to feel a ten degree drop in temperature, a sweet relief he might be able to extend by grabbing a hot dog before the intermission rush.

He’s crossing off peanuts from the topping list and spinning around when he hears a shriek and a sudden, cold slosh across his chest. The yellow polo drips with artificial blue slushie, but Jughead swallows his fucking hell when he sees that the shriek, gaping stare of horror, and stumble in question all belong to his very own blonde kryptonite.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD, jesus, shit, I’m so sorry!”

Jughead is frozen while Betty grabs about half his napkin dispenser and starts pawing at his shirt in a vain attempt to right the giant sticky blue mess all over his chest.

Finally, Jughead swallows the golf ball in his throat and chokes out. “Honestly, it’s fine. That stand is a sauna. I needed that.”

Betty stops, both her blotting and her stream of apologizing (which includes a fair bit of cursing, and he is a little revolted with himself by how much this turns him on).

“It’s going to get very sticky, soon. Maybe I should buy a bottle of cold water?”

Jughead can’t help himself. “Oh, impromptu yellow t-shirt contest?”

Betty grins.

I did that.

“Do you have any employees who could bring you another shirt?”

Jughead shakes his head. “Just my sister. She’s playing video games at home. There’s no earthly way she’ll bring me a spare.”

Betty cocks her head. “I had a feeling you were more than the silent back row kind of guy.”

The fact that Betty Cooper has, at any point, considered what kind of guy he is triggers full-on nervous blathering. “I’m usually very tired at school. I have this little sister—but I’m kind of um, her guardian. So I’m doing this stupid banana stand thing because it’s like one of the three assets to our entire family name I guess? Anyway, it’s hard to engage with Haggly’s basic discussion questions at eight in the morning when you spent the whole night dreaming about wholesale banana margins.”

He’s essentially vomiting words, but Betty is still smiling.

“Anyway, I should crawl back into my fruit-shaped purgatory and let you go back to your friends.”

She’s biting her lip, hedging. “Honestly, they’re probably using the alone time to make out in the car, and I’d rather let them get all their sexual tension out so that I don’t have to feel it radiating off of them for the whole second half of the double feature.”

Jughead laughs and tamps down the impulse to offer her a frozen banana, because he cannot possibly say something like that without making it sound sexual.

“What are frozen banana profit margins like, anyway?” Betty asks, either genuinely interested or legitimately flirting with him. Jughead finds both potentials baffling.

Jughead hesitates, then ducks inside the stand, pulling out his spiral bound notebook. “I’m still kind of figuring it out. All my records are in here.”

Betty sidles up to the stand, taking up the whole window. They’re both leaning over the scribbled line items on college ruled paper; he can smell her shampoo. She takes the notebook, scanning thoroughly.

“Do you have a pencil?”

He hands her one and observes her going to work, writing out some algebraic formula and calculating quickly in her head. There is a calculator within his reach, but he thinks handing it to her might come off as an insult. (Jughead wouldn’t know; he assumes Betty is in an advanced math class. Jughead is not.)

After a few minutes of watching her devoted focus, thinking about her hands touching his pencil, thinking about her hands wrapped around his hand, or his—

“I don’t know how to tell this to you, Jug.”

The shortening of his name stops his heart for a jolt, and his response is embarrassingly delayed. “What is it?”

Betty winces but smiles through it, a combination she’s surely learned to use when delivering bad news. It’s well earned, it really does soften the blow.

“There’s no money in the banana stand. At least, not with these margins.”

Jughead finds himself less than devastated by this news, mostly because it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The messenger doesn’t hurt, either.

“But,” she interrupts. “I don’t know if you’ve nailed down your course load for senior year. But I’m taking AP Econ? This could be, um, a good project. Like, if you want to take the class. Or even if you don’t. Not that you’re like a project or… whatever. I’m just saying we could figure it out. Make lemonade out of… bananas.”

Betty Cooper is extremely cute when she stammers.

Jughead doesn’t know what to do, so he gives her an easy out. “I can’t like, hire you, if that wasn’t obvious by the whole… deficit spending or whatever the whole negative circled number at the bottom of the page really means.”

She flushes. “No, that would be highway robbery. I just thought there might be an… opportunity. For um, us. I mean, for you and I. I mean—” she clears her throat, as if it’s closing up. “An academic opportunity. Or, in your case, professional. Well, a betterment of your livelihood. Okay, um, shit, just… I should go!”

She turns away, her face the deepest scarlet he’s ever seen.

“Betty, wait.”

She pivots back, eyes down at the ground.

“How about I buy you a new slushie and you come back into the booth. Tell me everything I’m doing wrong for the rest of the night.”

Betty looks up, biting the corner of her smile. “Sounds like a deal.”

They shake on it.

#this is unhinged but i had to ok #I HAD TO #riverdalepromptathon #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction #riverdalepromptathonweek3

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alexzalben · 4 years ago

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What do you think of all the backlash the last Riverdale episode received? I’ve never seen the writers speak out like this before on all the hate.

This is a pretty complicated topic that I probably can’t do justice with one Tumblr ask, but I’ll try to address some of the broad strokes ideas here. And hang tight, because this is gonna go long.

First of all, a caveat: I have by no means read through every comment the writers were responding to, nor do I know what they discussed or how they’re feeling about things, nor do I speak for them in any way.

However, I do think one of the joys and downfalls of making TV in the social media era is the accessibility of the creative team to fans. Joys because it opens up new ways of understanding how a show is made, demystifying the process, which is always a good thing. Downfalls because to some fans - not all fans, by any means - it makes them feel like they have a say in what happens in the show.

On the latter, it’s not to say that the writers aren’t listening, on many series they’re well aware of what fans think about their show, the plots, the ships, etc. Sometimes they’ll even shift where they’re going based on fan feedback. Nikki and Paolo on Lost are the example I always go to, where they were introduced to show the outside perspective of what other survivors were doing while Jack and his gang were going on adventures... And everybody HATED THEM. So much so that plans changed and they were literally buried alive on the show by the end of the season, in a very unsubtle metaphor.

That said, there’s a difference between what I perceive to be the tone around Nikki and Paolo, which mind you was pre-Twitter days, and what some shows have to deal with now: one is constructive criticism presented as “hey we don’t like this”; the latter sometimes veers into “you suck and you should kill yourself.”

I want to emphasize again: this is not everyone. Usually there is a small section of any group of people that delves into hyper-negativity, and they always get an outsized focus to the number of people who actually do that. Again, example here, but for a while I was part of a pretty popular online sketch comedy group. We got tons of views, tons of comments, I’d estimate 95-99% of those comments were great. Did I internalize those? Of course not. I internalized the one comment out of 100 that told me what a shitty writer I was. That’s the one that rolled around in my head all night, because it seeped into the fear that most writers have that they do suck and will never be successful, at any level. It’s Imposter Syndrome, plain and simple, and it affects everyone no matter how famous (or not) they are.

Reason I mention that is it’s entirely possible that 99% of the comments to the writers of Riverdale this episode were mostly fine, but if 1% of them were of the “fucking kill yourself” variety, that hurts, a lot. It’s not on everyone, by any means, but that pulls the focus, and it’s horrifying every time no matter how often it happens (and believe me, it happens far too often).

Specifically with Riverdale, there are another few factors that are exacerbating this. One is, and I don’t want to diminish this: the pandemic. We’re a year in and people are crumbling mentally. Nothing has been “normal” for a year, that impacts every single aspect of your life, and some things are easier to lash out at than others, like a TV show. If a deadly virus is causing inconsistency? Not much you can do about that. If your fave TV show is shaking up the broadcast schedule and changing your favorite couples? Complain to the writers, the directors, the actors, etc.

The other is the arc of this season so far, which I do think is driving people fucking nuts. This again gets back to the pandemic, but ending with episode 19, waiting months, and then coming back for a premiere that is actually the third to the last episode of the season? That’s unsettling. It throws you off kilter, because it’s not the right rhythm. I know this sounds a little silly, but it’s actually very important: stories have a rhythm to them, and a lot of TV shows in particular have had that rhythm broken. Riverdale had three episodes that were all essentially climax, then upended the show with a time jump, and has continued to mix things around almost every episode. And then it’ll be going into another three month break.

This is definitely the point where someone says “mix things around? they’re doing the same couples they always did.” Sure, theoretical person. But having sifted through fan comments and tweets over the past couple of weeks, every single week one section of the fanbase has been 100% sure it is their ship’s time to shine, and the next they’re being told it’s done forever, and then the next they’re back on, then the next they’re done... It’s an emotional rollercoaster ride, and that’s how the writers designed it, and it’s frankly not over yet. But add in that pandemic uncertainty above, and you have a recipe for people panicking.

Also, and again, this is a small section of any fanbase, but it’s very clear that because of this hyped up panic, some people are being absolutely terrible assholes to other fans. I know I don’t usually curse this much, but the amount of gloating I’ve seen from people on all sides, back and forth, is super gross. Personally, if someone is sobbing for whatever reason, my reaction has never been to quote tweet them with “you lost, get over it” and a peace sign emoji. It sucks when people are sad, and we have a moral obligation to make sure other people feel okay. Don’t know if you’ve ever heard this one, but “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Sort of an important life rule.

Overall, I think a fanbase is stronger is they support each other rather than engaging in ship wars, and I do think there’s a lot of people who do do that. Or just express their displeasure, without attacking people. But there are some people who do, and that’s overall making the whole tone of the discussion that much worse.

So what’s the solution here? I always emphasize to my writers that it’s okay to have a negative take as long as you provide something constructive about a way out of the situation, and I’ll apply that both to the Riverdale fanbase, as well as this extremely long Tumblr ask.

There are three things I’d suggest, and both of them are on you. By “you” I mean the general you, and the reason I suggest them, versus what the writers and creators of Riverdale can do is that “you” are the thing you can control and change.

The first is changing the tone of the discussion. Realize that there are people deeply, emotionally impacted in different ways by this TV show. Allow that they may be having different emotional reactions than you, and give them the space and the support to work through it. If you’re a Varchie fan, it actually makes you a better fan to check on a Barchie fan and see if they’re okay. If you’re a Barchie fan, it’s okay to be happy for a Varchie fan and sad at the same time. Mainly because none of you had anything to do with it. This isn’t even a case where you wore your lucky socks and your fave team won the game. The writers are writing what they wrote, and you are a passive observer, not involved other than the involvement you bring to it. So if everyone supports each other regardless of the circumstances, that will improve things overall.

The second? Disengage. Take a break. Stop watching the show. You have no obligation to tweet, or go on any other social media outlet for this series, nor do you have to keep watching the show if it hurts you. In fact, taking a show break if you feel too involved is a very good thing. Check out, clear your head and come back much later and look at it with fresh eyes.

Third? Think before you comment. It took me a long time to get here with this one, and I’m still working on it, but before you comment: pause, read it over again, and think “is this something I really want to send?” You do get that rush of taking whatever anger you’re feeling and getting it out of your body and mind, but ultimately it’s usually more damaging than either waiting, posting something a little more thoughtful, or not posting at all. It’s really thinking about what you’re adding to the conversation, and what you’re hoping to get back.

So there you go. Lots of thoughts there, and I’m sure there’s lots more to say. This is only my outside perspective on this, and I hope it’s helpful at least in some small way. And if not, that is cool, too!

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roseinthenight · 4 years ago

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Back to town [Jughead x OC] - Chapter 2

[Summary] | [Ch1]

2| Old best friends

Later that day, around 6 pm, Archie knocked on the door of his sister’s room. April opened it rather quickly and looked up at the ginger boy.

”I was wondering if maybe you’d want to meet up with Betty, Jughead and Veronica at Pop’s?” Archie asked right away.

At the mention of Jughead April’s heart instantly started beating faster. She tried not to show too much interest, but honestly, she failed miserably.

”Yeah, sure,I’d love to! Buut... who’s Veronica exactly?” April tilted her head to the side as the question left her mouth.

”She’s new to the town, came from New York. I met her on the last day of the summer vacation.”

”I see. Well, why the hell not?” the girl shrugged. ”Just a sec,” she held up her index finger, singalling Archie to wait.

April looked at herself in the front camera of her phone. She wanted to look her best if she’s going to meet Jughead -and of course the others. After a few seconds, she put it in her back pocket, ran her fingers through her hair and turned back to her brother.

”Alright, I’m ready to go.”

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The red neon lights shined brightly in the warm August evening, bringing every bypasser’s attention to the diner coated in blue wooden panels. April could already see the familiar blonde ponytail and grey beanie from the window. She felt her palms beginning to sweat as she and Archie got closer and closer to the entrance. She fiddled with the hem of her flannel shirt nervously, not knowing at all what to expect from he best friends.

Finally, the bells above the door chimed, indicating that someone had entered. When the siblings turned towards their friends’ booth, Jughead was already on his feet, pacing towards them with disbelief in his eyes as he stared at April.

He didn’t change that much since April saw him the last time. He was wearing black boots, a gray pair of jeans, a darker grey T-shirt with an ’S’ on it and a thin black denim jacket. He also had a flannel shirt tied around his waist, and of course his signature beanie. Locks of his raven hair have lightly moved as he walked towards April.

She couldn’t help but let a huge grin appear on her face. She was so, so relieved to finally see her best friend (and crush, but that’s not really important, right?) again. Even Jughead seemed surprised at his own actions when he reached the girl; everyone knew that Jughead Jones was not a fan of PDA. Yet, he hugged the girl so tight and close to himself that you couldn’t even fit a piece of paper between them. April, of course, had nothing against this. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let her head rest on his chest. Jughead put his chin on the top of her head and just enjoyed the closeness of the smaller girl with closed eyes and not a word spoken between them.

They stood there, in the middle of the diner for what seemed like hours. The two girls who were still at the booth looked at them just as shocked as everyone else. The first to break the awkward silence, which seemed to have slipped the pair’s noce, was none other than Veronica Lodge.

”Excuse me for disturbing your cuddling,” she started with an edge in her tone, ”but you have your girlfriend right over here, Jughead.”

The mentioned boy lifted his head up from its previous position, but before he could even turn around and say something much likely rude as a response, Betty has already stood up for him.

”It’s okay, V,” she placed a hand on the black haired girl’s shoulder, a calming smile on her face showing that she really meant it.

”What? Are- are you fine with Jughead hugging another girl like his life depended on it?” Veronica asked with furrowed brows, not understanding the situation one bit.

”She isn’t just some girl, Veronica,” Jughead spat, every single word of his dripping with venom.

The raven boy looked at her like she had committed some kind of felony. He has now let go of April, but still stood close to her, their arms touching. His piercing eyes burned a hole on Veronica’s face. He unconsciously clenched his fists, which were slightly trembling with anger.

”Juggie, calm down,” April gently squeezed the boy’s shoulder. ”She doesn’t know me, remember?”

Jughead looked down at the girl, took a deep breath and slowly calmed down with April’s hand still on his shoulder. When it felt safe to leave his side, the brunette stepped in front of Veronica.

”Hi! I’m April Andrews, Archie’s sister. Jughead and I have been best friends literally since we can remember, so hugs like this aren’t really extraordinary. Plus, we haven’t seen each other for 2 years!”

While explaining the situation to the girl, April could feel Jughead stepping close behind her. She felt the warmth radiating off his body, his protective aura practically surrounding her. Even though she didn’t need any protection from a girl like Veronica, she wasn’t about to complain; she loved it.

”And I’ve already told you V, I’m okay with it,” Betty stood up from her spot and came over to April. ”Hi! I’m so glad you’re here again!” she smiled at the girl.

”It’s been so long, Betty,” April grinned and hugged the blonde, who returned the gesture.

When they let go, everyone sat in the booth, Jughead, Betty and April on one side and Veronica and Archie on the other. April saw that the ”new girl” still wasn’t really okay with her, but she did apologize and introduced herself as Veronica Lodge.

Pop Tate came over to their table to take their order.

”Well, well, what a surprise, little Andrews is back to town!” the man chuckled as he took his notepad in his hand.

”Hello!” she greeted him joyfully. ”Umm, I’ll have a strawberry milkshake please.”

The others also gave their order.

”So, April,” started Jughead when Pop Tate went away. ”What about your new style? I mean, you look cool, I’m just a little surprised.”

”Yeah, same here,” chimed in Betty.

”What could I say? Pinterest does wonders, especially when you have lots of freetime on your hands,” she replied with a soft giggle.

That was when the door opened again. April turned her head towards it, and saw the well-known faces of Riverdale High; the Bulldogs with Reggie in the middle. She wondered though, where could Jason be?

As Reggie scanned the place for an untaken booth, he noticed April and smirked at her, immediately starting her way.

”Wow, April Andrews,” he clicked his tongue. ”How come you’re back?”

”You know Reggie, there’s this thing called moving. Maybe you should try it,” April said. The distaste she felt for the boy was evident in her cold eyes and sarcastic tone, but her sickly sweet fake smile said otherwise.

The other people who sat at the table laughed quietly.

”Still the old brat, I see,” he laughed. ”If you change your mind, I could always take you on a ride,” he winked at the girl.

”Hey, watch it! You’re talking to my sister, for god’s sake!” Archie yelled protectively.

”Calm down, Andrews. I’m just sayin’,” with that he left and sat in a booth far away from April and her friends.

April shook her head while chuckling and didn’t notice that Pop brought them their drinks and food.

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It was about an hour later when April needed an escape from Betty and Jughead, so she excused herself and almost run to the bathroom. Until then, she could keep herself from feeling miserable and heartbroken, but it was just getting too much. They were stealing each other’s food, stealing kisses from one other and so on. It shattered April’s heart into pieces. She always thought she didn’t have a chance with Jughead, but there was at least a little bit of hope; now it only became clearer that she was never going to end up with her secret crush and she just needed to get over it. He was with Betty and April would never want to break them apart. They were so perfect together, she couldn’t even imagine how she could compete with someone like Betty. She was not an excellent student, she could never be as strong and pretty as Betty. April could go on and on about why she would never be enough for someone like Jughead, but she figured that she’ll have time for that when she gets home.

These thoughts didn’t help her hold back her tears, but at least she could keep down her sobs. After minutes of trying to dry her tears, she finally succeeded. After getting herself together, she left the restroom and went back to their table like nothing had happened.

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At 10:23 pm, April was laying in her bed, staring at the white ceiling and thinking about today’s events. Suddenly, a loud thud shook her up from daydreaming. She looked over to her window and cautiously walked over, to be greeted with Jughead’s face and a ladder leading up to her window. She stumbled back a bit, before sighing in relief and opening her window.

”You scared me, shithead,” April looked at him angrily, crossing her arms.

”Sorry,” he smirked, not at all looking apologetic. After climbing in, he casually walked over to her bed and sat down on it, April following him.

”Soo, what you doin’ here?” April asked him.

”I just happened to be walking around this part of the town, you know, like in the old times.”

”Mm-hmm,” she hummed, putting her head on his shoulder. ”Well, I’m sleepy, Jug.”

”Yeah, I can see that much,” he chuckled as he looked at her face, noticing how she could barely keep her eyes open. ”It must have been tiring, travelling for so long.”

April nodded, then put her head back to its original place. Neither of them talked for a while, just enjoying the calm quietness. In the end, Jughead broke the silence.

”I missed you, you know?”

”I missed you too, Juggie. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t think about you.”

”I can say the same. I also thought a lot about the old times. When we were still kids, with no real problems.”

”Yeah, those were nice times,” April agreed. ”Oh, by the way. What happened to Jason? I didn’t see him with the Bulldogs at Pop’s.”

”Uh... he- he was murdered. His body was found a few days ago,” Jughead thought it would be better to say it simply.

”O-Oh, I’m...” April couldn’t find the right words. She wasn’t really close to the Blossom boy, in fact, she never even talked to him, but it still scared her a little bit. But mostly, she felt sorry for Cheryl, she knew how close the twins were.

”I’m writing a novel about it,” Jughead stated casually.

”Oh, so you’re still into writing? I’d love to read it someday.”

”I guess I can show you,” Jughead grinned. ”But right now you should sleep. I’ll go, okay?”

April definitely did not want Jughead to leave, but she was just so tired and it wouldn’t be nice if her father or Archie met with Jughead in the morning in her room.

”Okay, but be careful. A murderer’s on the loose.”

”Sure thing,” he stood up and walked to the window. ”It’s good to have you back, princess,” he smiled genuinely at the blushing girl. April didn’t expect him to call her by her old nickname. Only Jughead had called him this.

”You too, Juggie,” she whispered, his words still repeating in her head.

It filled her with joy, knowing that Jughead remembered and still used it. She got this nickname when she was about 5 and Jughead was 6.

Archie, Jughead, April and some other kids were playing hide and seek and the girl hid in a small, unfamiliar wooden cabin. When she entered, she didn’t notice that the lock has slammed down. Soon, she could hear that they were about to start another round, loudly arguing about who the seeker should be. She panicked and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She shouted for Archie and Jughead, tears running down her red face.

Jughead rushed to the door first, but when he didn’t succeed in opening it, he went over to the side and broke in the window with a branch from the ground. He helped April climb out, then hugged the sobbing girl.

”It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he whispered.

After long moments of calming the girl down, he let go of her.

”You were like a princess from a tale,” Jughead laughed softly. ”And I saved you.”

That night, April fell asleep with Jughead’s words on repeat in her head.

”It’s good to have you back, princess.”

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imagine-riverdale · 5 years ago

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Ordinary- Sweet Pea Imagine

Part Two

Part Three

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a teenage pregnancy at Southside High, it was however out of the ordinary for said teenager to keep the baby, almost all of them gave the child up for adoption. There were a few cases where the child was kept, like in Athena Bell’s case. Athena hadn’t been dating anyone when she fell pregnant, but she was only sleeping with one person at the time, so she immediately knew who the father was. Having to hide her pregnancy faired to be a problem seeing as her friend group frequented the bar in which the gang, they were in worked out of. Athena was the best friend of Toni Topaz, Fangs Fogarty, and Sweet Pea, Sweet Pea being the father of Athena’s baby.

The group found out early on in Athena’s pregnancy, she wasn’t even three months in when they found out, after she had refused to drink with them one night. Now four months in, she was showing and everyone at Southside High knew, and they all knew not to mess with her, or they’d have to deal with Sweet Pea. But that was before they had to transfer to Riverdale High. Athena and Sweet Pea’s relationship changed after finding out she was pregnant, the two weren’t together, but they weren’t not together.

When Athena fell pregnant her parents kicked her out, not wanting to raise another child so she moved into Sweet Pea’s trailer. The two now did everything together, thus cementing their relationship of not being together but being together. When the time came to go to Riverdale High, Athena was nervous.

“It’s not like Southside, Sweets.” Athena complained as the two headed out of the trailer their first day at Riverdale.

“It’s better Athena.” Sweet Pea stated. “It’s a better opportunity.”

“Yeah, but think about how they’re going to treat me? A pregnant teenage girl. Southside is used to that kind of thing, the perfect Northside? Isn’t.” She said as Sweet Pea held open the door of his truck waiting for Athena to climb in.

“Thena.” He said softly. “I promise you this, if anything, and I mean anything, happens to you, I’ll personally kick everyone’s ass.” He told her as Athena sighed. “Get in the truck so we can go.” Athena glared at Sweet Pea. “If you get in the truck, I’ll get you a strawberry milkshake from Pop’s tonight.” Athena groaned before climbing into the truck.

“And fries.” She mumbled as Sweet Pea shut the truck door. The two drove to Riverdale High where they met up with the rest of the Serpents.

“There’s our favorite parents to be.” Toni teased as the two climbed out of the truck.

“I’d like to point out that I am here under protest and the promise of fries and a strawberry shake.” Athena stated as Sweet Pea grabbed her bag from her.

“Pea had to bribe you?” Fangs laughed as they joined the rest of the Serpents by the front of the school.

“Fangs, look around, how many pregnant girls do you see?”

“Uh, none?” He said as Athena nodded.

“Exactly. Southside, there were so many, here, there’s one, me.” She stated as Sweet Pea rested an arm around her shoulder.

“Come on, we talked about this.” He stated as Athena rolled her eyes.

“No, I talked, you bribed me Sweets.” She stated as the group of Serpents headed into the school, looking around the group stepped towards the table where Veronica Lodge was waiting for them. Leaning into Sweet Pea, Athena zoned out until she noticed Sweet Pea pulling away from her.

“Happy to finish what we started!” Sweet Pea moved towards Reggie Mantle whilst Fangs tried pushing Toni and Athena behind them.

“Sweets.” Athena said softly pushing Fangs out of her way and grabbing onto Sweet Pea’s arm. “Don’t, we don’t need any fighting.” She stated as Sweet Pea backed off.

“Oh look, he’s got a pregnant bitch.” Reggie Mantle stated, Sweet Pea looked back at Athena and gave her a face that read ‘I’m sorry’ before turning and punching Reggie in the face.

“Sweet Pea!” Jughead yelled then looked to Athena as Sweet Pea went to hit Reggie again. “Help would be nice!”

“Sweet Pea, enough.” Athena moved passed Jughead and stood in front of Sweet Pea. “Look at me, Sweets.” She said softly, Sweet Pea continued moving towards Reggie. “Baby, come on, look at me. Sweets.” She said softly, touching his face, Sweet Pea finally backed off before Athena turned to where Reggie Mantle stood smirking. “Let us get one thing straight.” Athena stated moving closer to the football player, Sweet Pea grabbing Athena’s arm. “First off, I’m no one’s bitch, second, say one more thing about me, and I’ll personally kick your ass, pregnant or not.” Athena stated letting Sweet Pea pull her back towards him. The group disbanded and the Serpents all headed off together, Sweet Pea’s arm not leaving Athena. “Dick.” She mumbled as Sweet Pea smirked. The group all stopped around where their lockers were located. “You good?” She asked turning and facing him.

“Yeah.” He nodded smiling at her. “You?”

“Perfect.” She touched the small bump she had. “We should get to class.” The two headed off to class with a group of their friends.

“Hey, we’ve been looking for you guys.” Toni stated as she and Fangs walked into Pop’s.

“You really bribed her?” Fangs laughed sitting across from the two and stealing a fry from Athena’s plate.

“You really wanna try your luck at stealing a pregnant girl’s food?” Athena teased causing Fangs to hold his hands up.

“Sorry.”

“And yes, I bribed her, how else was I going to get her to show up at school?” Sweet Pea asked as Athena passed her fries towards Sweet Pea.

“What so you’ll share food with Sweets but not me?”

“Have I slept with you? Have you gotten me pregnant?” Athena asked as Fangs groaned. “No, I thought not.”

“That means I get fries.” Toni joked causing both Fangs and Sweet Pea to look at her then Athena. “Kidding, jeeze.” Laughing Athena shook her head as she leaned against Sweet Pea. “So, when are you two going to actually make it official?”

“Make what official?” Sweet Pea asked taking another fry from the basket.

“That you’re dating.” Fangs stated as Athena and Sweet Pea shared a look and shrugged.

“When that becomes a thing, I guess?” Athena stated. “We’re not dating, we’re having a child together,”

“And we sleep together,”

“And live together. Not dating.” Athena stated taking the fry out of Sweet Pea’s hand and eating it.

“Are either of you seeing anyone else?” Toni asked which caused the two teenagers across from her to shake their head. “You’re dating. Hell, you’re having a baby together.”

“Toni, we aren’t dating. I’m pretty sure if we were dating, we’d,”

“Watch movies on the couch cuddling? Share intimate secrets that no one else knows? Tell each other you love the other? Or what about the fact that no one else can tell Pea no, but Athena can get him to stop dead at just the word no.” Fangs stated as Sweet Pea and Athena looked at each other.

“Fuck.”

“We’re dating.” Athena stated as the two stared at each other before turning back to their fries.

“That’s it?” Toni asked. “That’s all you both have to say once you realize you’re dating?”

“What else do you want us to say Toni? Nothing has changed obviously.” Sweet Pea stated pulling the strawberry milkshake over to him.

“Nothing has changed, we’re still Athena and Sweet Pea.” She shrugged opening the history book that was sitting in front of her as Toni groaned.

“You two are impossible.” The four hung around awhile longer before eventually leaving.

“I never knew you two led such domestic lives.” Jughead stated as he, Toni, and Fangs entered the trailer where Athena was sat folding laundry at the couch whilst Sweet Pea was doing dishes.

“Well if we don’t clean, who’s going to?” Athena asked glancing back at them. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Fangs put the beer back, if I can’t drink neither can you.” Athena didn’t have to look towards the kitchen to know what Fangs was doing. “You need to clean the bathroom.” She mentioned glancing towards where Fangs was. “You threw up in there last night and I refuse to clean it.”

“But Pea bet me,”

“I don’t care what Sweet Pea bet you to do Fangs, you stay here half the time meaning you need to pull your wait too Fogarty, I’m already gonna be a mother, I don’t need to take care of you and Pea.” She stated as Toni started helping her fold clothes and Jughead fell onto the couch next to her.

“So, this is where you guys commonly hangout?” Jughead asked looking around.

“Yeah.” Athena nodded. “Fangs’ parents aren’t the greatest, so he’s commonly here hiding from them. My parents kicked me out the day they found out I was pregnant and Pea’s parents, haven’t been around in years. Toni’s the only one who has a good group of family, grandpa is great.” Athena grinned at Toni as Sweet Pea entered the living room and handed Athena a cup of tea. “Thank you.” She glanced up as Sweet Pea leaned down and kissed her.

“No problem.” He headed back to the kitchen as they heard Fangs complaining from the bathroom.

“Very domestic.” Toni stated with a grin. “You should see them on movie nights.” She glanced to where Sweet Pea was in the kitchen. “Both are in sweat pants, it’s insane.” Toni laughed as Athena folded the last towel.

“Oh hush.” She stated standing and moving down the hall to put the clothes away.

“They like to pretend they’re big and bad Serpents, but really they’re just big softies with each other.”

“Key word, each other.” Jughead laughed as Athena came back into the living room.

“Why are you three so interested in our lives?” Athena laughed grabbing her cup of tea and taking a drink of it. “We live boring lives, besides the idiot in there being in a gang.”

“Heard that!” Sweet Pea called causing the group to laugh.

“You were supposed to!” Athena grinned at the two sitting in her living room as Fangs came out mumbling. “When we’re not at the Wyrm, or school, or out on a job, we’re here, being boring teenagers.” She shrugged falling onto the couch next to Toni just as Sweet Pea came into the living room.

“Plus, they have the best TV.” Fangs said before heading back to the bathroom.

“Stole it from my parents.” Athena shrugged moving so Sweet Pea could sit next her.

“When I first found out you were pregnant, I felt bad for you.” Jughead stated. “That you’d have to raise a baby on your own. But seeing you with Sweet Pea, and seeing the bond you have with the Serpents, I’ve realized you have a family, just not a traditional one.”

“The Serpents were there when we had no one.” Athena said softly. “Sweet Pea was there when I had no one.” She glanced at the guy she was slowly realizing she was in love with. “Family isn’t just blood, family is the people who care about you, family is the Serpents no matter what.” She said softly. “Family, is Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, and even you Jughead.” Athena looked at her group of friends and smiled. “And even this little baby boy I’m carrying.” Athena grinned looking at her group of friends. “Oh did I mention we’re having a boy?”

As always thank you for reading my loves! I have a couple more things that I’m worry on before my finals week. Hopefully they’ll be out in time! Thanks again!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL RIVERDALE CHARACTER

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livepoultryfreshkilled · 6 years ago

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too much candy gonna rot your soul

read it on ao3!

Summary:

It was a summer day perfectly straddling the line between hot and warm. At Veronica’s surprisingly un-Veronica-like suggestion, the gang had elected to test their ability to not vomit at Twizzlin’ Twisters, the new amusement park on the East side of Riverdale. Reggie was unable to come due to a previous engagement involving mandatory community service and illegal fireworks, so Jughead was enlisted (with the promise of greasy amusement-park food) to accompany Betty, Veronica, and Archie.

Betty was delighted to have Archie by her side, offering to win her prizes at the corny five-cent booths—even though she had to battle Veronica, who had recently gotten a distractingly stylish new short haircut, for his attention. It was weird, though. Veronica seemed to be trying to distract her more than Archie, flaunting her wealth and goading Betty to get on rides, scooching close and even reaching for her hand during especially terrifying loop-de-loops. Not that she didn’t have any competition for Archie’s attention. Jughead’s “woman-hater” kick has seemed to have gotten a second wind: he was pulling Archie away every change he got. As exhausting as the competition was, Betty was just glad to be around her pals on a day as nice as this. And, hey, who didn’t like a little extra attention, especially from your best friend?

Around noon, as they were riding high on chemically enhanced sugar and adrenaline from the TurboTwirler of Terror, the gang came across the Tunnel of Love, a mechanical two-seater boat going slowly through a dark tunnel, illuminated only by soft red and pink lights encouraging the riders to “make the most” of their trip.

“Betty, look, isn’t it marvy? How romantic!”

Betty blushed, as a nice and modest townie girl like Betty should. She had barely gotten any alone time with Archie, and this would be the perfect (two-seated!) setting to do so. She felt a little tingle as she imagined what he might do under the mask of darkness, what romantic action could occur. If, of course, she was the one sitting next to Archie. Betty paused; she took track and field; she knew she could win in a race, especially one involving her steady boy. Ronnie knew this, Betty thought, so why was she so excited? What tricks did she have up her sleeve?

Betty frowned. “I don’t know, Ronnie. Who will Juggie have to sit with?” She turned to him. “I don’t want to be unfair to you, Jug,” she offered sympathetically.

Jughead uncharacteristically brushed it off. “Whoever I gotta sit with, I’ll sit with. It’s not like we’ll have to kiss.”

Archie sidled up to Betty and put his freckled arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, Bets, it’ll be fun. Jughead isn’t complaining for once, let’s take advantage.” He lowered his voice. “I’d really like to be alone with you,” he whispered into her ear, making her shudder. Betty blushed harder, and looked to Veronica, who was giving a disarming smirk. I’m getting a kiss on that ride, she thought, Ronnie be damned. She conceded.

Even before the ride started, the tunnel was very dimly lit. She heard the rustle of her’s and Ronnie’s poodle skirts brushing against each other in a quick struggle for the first boat. She clambered in, and groped in the dark to see who her partner was. She felt a slim, sturdy bicep and smiled, assured that she’d found who she wanted. Just to make sure, she reached up and, sure enough, she felt Archie’s neatly cut hair as opposed to Jughead’s trademark hat. She sighed contentedly, and the ride started.

Archie hadn’t been lying about his eagerness: the second after the initial jolt that signified the boat was moving, he leaned over and kissed her square on the lips. Betty hummed happily and smiled, threading her fingers deeper through his hair. Archie’s lips were sticky and sweet, she assumed because of a sno-cone, but any speculation on that exited her mind when he started kissing and biting down her jaw and neck. He went up to kiss her mouth again, licking and nipping her bottom lip and into her mouth, making her moan softly. She’d kissed him before, of course but never like this. She felt electric.

He caressed her chest, gently but firmly cupping her breast. “Archie…” She knew she wasn’t supposed to move this fast, and she had restrained herself before, but something about this felt so addictive and powerful that she couldn’t help herself. She tugged on his hair, making small gasps as he sucked on a sensitive spot behind her ear. He bit her, and she opened her eyes in time to see a neon sign reading “Here’s where you come up for air… make it good!” Oh, she thought, I will. Betty untangled herself just enough to wrap her arms around Archie’s neck and pull in for a long, deep kiss. This time, she took the lead, biting his lips and sucking on his tongue in a way that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt. She heard a soft groan and felt light at the back of her eyelids and broke the kiss, keeping her eyes closed as to preserve the moment forever in her memory.

Eventually, panting, she cracked her eyes open, facing towards the dock. “Oh, Archie, that was just so-” she turned around, then made a noise that sounding a bit like a cat drowning.

“Wow, Betty, you sure know how to kiss,” Veronica marveled breathlessly. Her legs were spread in a debauched manner, her skirt was crumpled, and her hair was all kinds of disheveled. Betty felt her face reach higher and higher temperatures, unable to form coherent words, just approximations of “I”, “you”, “Veronica”, “Archie”, and “second base”. She felt faint.

Veronica attempted to fix her extremely smudged lipstick. “I just didn’t think it was fair, is all, only one of us getting time with Archie,” she said with a faux-innocent smile. “I probably should have clued you in,” Veronica locked eyes with Betty, “but then we wouldn’t have had as much fun, huh?”

Betty let out something that sounded like “gleep” and stood up abruptly. Her face was burning, and she could still feel the ghost of Archie’s—Ronnie’s?—lips on her neck. Turning stiffly, she scrambled off the boat, smoothing down her skirt and trying to rub the lipstick marks off her neck so viciously it stung. She very pointedly did not think about Ron’s hands on her breasts (or anywhere else) as she waited, excruciatingly, for Archie’s boat come out of the tunnel. Thoughts were running through her head at 100 miles an hour, blasting like the radio, thoughts she never even thought about thinking, and she just couldn’t handle them. This isn’t what happens to nice girls. She wrung her hands, twisting Archie’s class ring on and off.

After an impossibly long minute, Archie’s boat came to the dock. He looked as flustered and uncomfortable as she felt, but she couldn’t imagine why. Jughead looked significantly more unkempt than usual, which was a feat. His hat was even askew. He was wearing a devilish grin Betty would associate more with Reggie or Veronica... Veronica. Veronica’s hands, Veronica’s mouth, Veronica’s teeth-

“Hey, Betty, I’m not really digging this place anymore. Can we cut out?” Archie was standing stiffly and looking around nervously, tapping his foot in a very un-Archie-like manner. She didn’t think about it, she didn’t care, she wanted to get home and shower until her skin fell off.

“Yes. Yes, drive me home, please.” She glanced at Veronica, then looked away. “Now.”

Jughead cut in, straightening his hat. “Don’t be such a wet blanket, cats, the park doesn’t close for another hour, and I’m really digging this place. Really groovy,” he threw his arm over Archie’s shoulder, talking more to him than he was to anyone else.

Archie quickly pushed his arm off. “No, Jug, I’m not feeling too swell, so Betty and I are gonna cut out. You can catch a ride with Ron or something, but I really feel like I’m gonna hurl, and…” Betty didn’t hear the rest of his sentence because she was already walking as quickly as she could to Archie’s jalopy. A nice ride alone with a boy, with her boy, that’s what she wanted, and then she would go home and not think about how it felt to be touched like that. She thought it was Archie, anyway. It’s the thought that counts.

On the ride home, she tried to empty her mind. She saw through his pants that Archie was hard and moving around in the driver’s seat uncomfortably. She tried to empty her mind harder.

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 6 years ago

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Forget About It ~ S.P. (part 5)

A/n: I didnt go to sleep after all... So yeah um here's the next part OOPS. Also I didn't realize I already have a part five so I wrote this whole thing and then found the part five aId already written except I liked this a LOT more so, here's part five rewritten! Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: Bullying is the biggest one tbh. Isolation.

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

You know there are some days when I really feel like this could work. Like you and I are finally gonna get it right... Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out!

My first day back to Riverdale High was rough. The paperwork hadn’t taken long, but I had gotten used to South Side High, where expectations were low and no one gave the teachers the time of day. Where drugs roamed wild and everyone had the insignia of some gang or another.

Which means I’d made the mistake of wearing my Serpent’s jacket, to begin with.

Everyone was glaring at me. Every single pair of eyes of every single person I cane across threw daggers at me mercilessly. It was only a matter of time before Cheryl Blossom got her claws around me.

“If it isn’t Judas herself!” The red headed cheerleader greeted far too brightly. “Et tu, Brute?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want somethjng Cheryl, or are you here simply to get your kicks in because you need a distraction from the lack of your own pathetic, sad existence?”

Perhaps I’d been too harsh. Cheryl wasn’t like anyone in the Serpents. They all hesitated to strike back. They saw when they’d been defeated and were smarter about the approach, even if said approach was waiting until you were alone to strike. Because, unlike in the North Side, if you attacked someone in the South Side there would always be someone who stood up for that person. You mess with someone, you mess with their freuds or family. Or worse, the gang they’re in- which is the same thing, except a gang will rip you apart.

On the North Side, everyone was fighting for themself. Even if I hadn’t been an outsider here, no one would have stepped in. But, since I was a ‘Judas’ as Cheryl had so eloquently put, not only was no one stepping in, but they were thriving off of it. When I insulted her, they all turned on me with equally nasty looks and it made me feel small and in very much danger. Cheryl thrived off of it.

“Keep your head down, Serpent.” Her mockingly sweet tone had dropped to a hateful, dangerous curl. “You’re in bulldog territory now, and we’ll eat you alive.” She walked away and I was reminded of the day Sweetpea Gad come to my house to face down Archie and Reggie had told him the same thing.

I looked around and saw everyone mirroring that same look in Cheryl’s eyes. I tried not to look too terrified as I kept walking.

The day continued with everyone giving off an attitude like that. People made large circles around me in hallways and classrooms alike, squishing together so they could be as far away from me as possible. Two kids tripped me, and a third tried and failed. Shoulders slammed into me in the lunchline and eyes followed me everywhere. The traiter North Sider turned Serpent had returned, and no one was happy about it. They had made it as clear as I had.

Finally, I got some relief from school when Jughead called me. After talking for a little while though, I nearly lost my crap on him. "FP got out and you're only telling me this NOW?" I demanded.

I could FEEL Jughead wince. "He needed some time to get readjusted and have some space... Plus, you do too. How are you holding up on the North Side?"

A sigh escaped me as I tried not to reveal how anxious that question made me. It had been going... not well, to say the least. "Don't change the subject, Jones. You could have told me at least! I need to know what's going on in the South Side, you guys are my family. I'm going to lose my MIND if I find out something major happened and I missed it because no one's talking to me."

"No one's talking to you?"

My mouth audibly snapped shut. "I...” I worked my jaw in an attempt to loosen it. “No, they're not. Not returning my calls or calling me- I'm in the dark here..." I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair.

He paused. "I called to tell you they're throwing a party for my dad. I wanted you to come." His voice sounded tight.

"What's wrong Jug?"

There was a quiet that stretched long enough to make me anxious. "Penny's still on my case."

"What?" I snapped, tensing.

He rushed to explain, maybe to soothe me, but he just couldn't do both. The explanation would only make me more upset. "She targeted Betty. She has a video. It's- a mess. I don't know what's going on with everybody else but I just need you at this party okay? I know I've been distracted and told you last minute but you're still one of my closest friends, Y/n." There was a pause and his tone lightened. "My dad complains that he didn't get to enjoy your cooking." I smiled. "I didn't realize how much you... helped things, around here. I miss you."

My voice was soft when I responded. "I'll be right over Jug. Maybe yell at Fangs to get off his ass and come pick me up." My smile fell. "Or I can... I'll figure it out."

Another pause. There was so much tension and awkwardness. I absolutely hated it. "I'm sorry."

My eyes closed. "I know." Forcing my tone light and trying to ignore the false note in the words, I chirped, "See you soon! Can't wait to see that karaoke machine- maybe I'll get someone to go up there with me." We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up. I moved from the pillows and blankets on the floor of my room to the door. The room otherwise remained completely untouched, just as it had been when I very first left it. I still couldn't find it in myself to touch anything. Especially now if anything, with everything going on at school. Even aside from that, it still felt invasive, but now it also felt dangerous too. This was a life I could so easily fall into. Fade away into. With my friends ignoring me for some reason and Archie and my dad only too eager to bring me fully back to the North Side, I made my statement clear. I was a guest in this house, not apart of even this room. I could see the hurt in my dad's face but I couldn't bring myself to mend the situation. There was no going back. This wasn’t my home anymore and it never would again.

After grabbing my Serpent jacket, I headed toward my door. I was going to North again and between that and this house, the tension never left my body. It was starting to become infused into the make of my very muscles. This jacket was the only comfort I had. It caused problems, but so far there wasn't much chaos about it since I didn't speak out about the bullying and no one else made as much of a scene as Cheryl had. I'd gotten through lucky so far.

On my way out of the house, I heard Archie and my dad talking. Despite myself, the tone of their voices worried me and I paused, listening. They were still my blood after all...

"So I take it things didn't go so well with the four-letter-word, huh?" My dad. My eyebrows came together. Wait, what?

"When I'm with Veronica, as dark as things get - and they've been getting pretty dark - she makes me feel like... everything is gonna be fine. She makes things fun. I don't wanna lose that."

My heart seized. He had said he loved Veronica? Was he really so lost to them? "You won't," my dad assured. "You just have to give her some time. And space. You're a great kid Arch. Really, get out there, have a good time." He began moving but I was frozen in place. "Take the pressure off."

Our eyes locked as he entered the hallway. Why was he encouraging it? Didn't he know how dangerous the Lodges were? Was it being around the Serpents that had made me so painfully aware of the twisted North Sider who was rich and so in power as I sat alone at night thinking how about all the danger and drama we'd had in Riverdale? How much Veronica hated her father? How much she had changed and given into him since he'd been back?

My father came to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what I was thinking exactly but he must have got the gist because his words hit home. "We all take our own path, Y/n. If Archie can find some stability and happiness with people his age, who am I to stop him? Really." He paused as I mulled over that. "He could use his sister right now." My lips pressed together. He sighed. "I know everything that's happened, but... he's been so lost since you've been gone. You gave him a purpose and he gave you security. And now..." He shrugged, his hand falling away. "Maybe just ask him for a ride? Where are you going by the way?"

I flinched. "Sorry, I was going to ask on my way out. Um, Jughead's having a party for his dad-"

My dad nodded. "I've heard. Be safe, okay?" I nodded. He left with just that and I stood alone, on the stairs, thinking.

When I looked up again, Archie stood there. "I'm going too. You... want a ride?"

There was only a second before I mumbled, "Sure."

The car ride was absolutely silent. No nervous tapping, no conversation- not even any music. It was like we were both terrified to more more than necessary, even to breathe. When we got there and he parked, he sighed. "Y/n-" I wanted to bolt and he seemed ready for me to do so and for his words to be lost to me. But my dad's words came back to me and I forced myself to stay. I was... curious. I wondered where this boy who used to be my whole world stood as I lost my footing in the world I thought I knew. It seemed every time I was sure of myself the rug was pulled from under me. Why not go for another fall? He looked at me, unsure if he should continue or not.

A breath escaped through my nose. "Truce?" I asked, holding out my hand. He looked at it, smiled at the childishness, and then took my hand. There was a little release in the cement wall between us. It became a little thinner. The distance shortened, just slightly. We both smiled and then I slipped out of the car, returning to one of the places that felt like a real home. My smile grew to a grin.

Finally.

I didn't find Sweet Pea before I found my brother on stage with his girlfriend, both singing and the tension between them tangible.

So the problem hadn't been solved yet.

"Mad World"? Really? I stood in my place, my heart filling with sadness. They ran off the stage and I almost followed them.

But then Betty got on stage.

I froze, eyes wide and lips parted. A second later my attention snapped to the people around me. My eyes landed on Sweet Pea, who chuckled. My heart exploded in my chest. Why was I suddenly sick to my stomach? My eyes landed on Jughead next. He wasn't looking at me but before I moved to his side I heard Alice Cooper whimper, "Oh my god." When I reached Jughead, my hand touched his arm. He looked away, his jaw working. And then to top it all off, FP Jones announced very dramatically that he wasn't retiring after all.

There was suddenly so much heaviness in my chest and I turned and left, moving outside.

Archie and Veronica.

Archie in GENERAL.

Betty and her- her Serpent dance.

FP was coming back to the Serpents after all.

The way Sweet Pea has looked at Betty Copper.

My friends all going dark on me, cutting me out of their life suddenly because I wasn't around to remind them I existed anymore.

Jughead was upset, shutting me out, and I could do nothing to even slow his steady fall into whatever darkness he felt consuming him.

The whole world was falling apart and I had been desperately trying to hold on... but my fingers had slipped and I was lost again.

I didn't wait for Archie. Like I had done so many times before, just as recklessly, I stormed out into the night in a known dangerous part of town, by myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I turned around, startled, to see Sweet Pea.

His smile faded as he took in my expression. I pulled away from him. "Y/n?" He didn't move, unsure what to do about me turning my back as I faced away.

"You know, this sucks." I took a sharp breath in, closing my eyes. "My father's heart is breaking because I'm turning into everything he fears. My brother lost another person as we both make reckless, desperate decisions to find stability and security. My best friend is being slammed in the face as his mistakes bite him in the ass. And my boyfriend-" I spun around to face him. "Has been ignoring me." Sweet Pea frowned. "My entire school is turning on me because I'm proud of the family I'm apart of. The family that is suddenly shunning me? GOD, what is this?"

He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Hey, hey, slow down. What do you mean I'm ignoring you?"

"You haven't answered any of my calls," I gasped, trying to hold back tears. "I've been really alone and it's only been a little while but I'm so scared over there. I needed to hear your voice..."

His arms tightened around me. "I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and the Serpents are having a hard time with Jughead and Penny and with FP getting out of prison. My brain has just been super preoccupied. And I've been missing you too. I'm used to having you in person. We didn't ever text or call before- I just have to get used to it. I'm sorry, Y/n."

A sigh came from me. "Everyone around me is hurting and I can't do anything to stop it. To even begin to help. I'm worried, Sweets. I'm so worried..."

"I know," he soothed. There was a pause. "What did you say about school?"

Instantly my heart fell into my toes. I tried to play it off. Making a problem out of a bunch of idiots wasn’t going to do anything but make everyone feel worse. "Nothing. They're just being self righteous, dumb North Siders as usual." I pulled him close. "I miss you. I miss the South Side. The Serpents."

I pushed out all the stupid things I knew I didn't have to worry about. Archie wasn't my concern anymore. If our relationship was mended then fine, but for now I was still done with him. Sweet Pea's look at Betty, as well, was more of amusement than interest. I knew that, looking back, with my emotions a little clearer and with his reassuring hold to calm me. The Serpents weren't ignoring me. It was about perspective again. What I saw in the moment, with my silly emotions and jumping to conclusions. There was a real problem that I needed to focus on. Jughead. FP. Penny.

He rubbed my back. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I need to focus. I'm letting too much get to me." I shook my head. "One thing at a time. How have you been?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Of course that's your focus." I smiled too but at his next words it grew weaker. "I've been miserable. It's so cold and uncomfortable, sleeping without you. And we've been dying without your cooking. Your smile and your voice and your laugh and your hand in mine. You make the South Side so much better and I just- really miss you."

My hands tightened around his shirt, fingers pressing between my chest and his. "Sweets?" He hummed the question without saying the words. I bit my lip. I wanted to say it. Thinking about Archie and Veronica only made me want to say it more. But Archie and Veronica also made me more scared to say it. The three words. Those three damn words. "You're amazing. I'm glad we're together."

He paused. A long time. A VERY long time. "Y/n, I..." My eyes widened. The tone of his voice- was he going to say it? "I think I'm in love with you."

Oh. OH. That was so much deeper than 'I love you'. Even with the hint of question it still resounded into my bones, shaking through my body until it tingled in my toes. I was suddenly filled with light that buzzed in my system, waking me up and super charging me. I looked up at him. "I love you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm in love with you." Our eyes locked and it felt so insanely right that our bodies both locked up right there. "I'm in love with you," I whispered again.

The words broke the spell and he broke into the brightest, most contagious grin. His lips found mine and everything was wiped away. Just like in those moments before, it didn't matter. Penny. FP. Jughead. Archie. Betty. The Black Hood. It could all wait for later because in this moment, nothing dark could exist in such pure happiness. The darkness of night seemed to morph around us, the stars and moon and artificial street lights and the lights from the Wyrm all becoming brighter, softer, warmer. Maybe we were young and this wouldn't last but who cared?

I was in love with a boy who was in love with me and despite the raging dangers of Riverdale, that's all that mattered for now.

We slowly parted, our foreheads pressing together. Archie spoke and I slowly looked over, still dazed. He spoke quietly, his eyes not meeting mine. "I'm sorry... but it's time to go home." He looked so defeated that my little glowing paradise was dulled, just a little. But I didn't frown, just nodded.

Turning back to Sweet Pea, I pecked him softly. "Call me when you get there okay? So I know you made it safe."

Ah, there was that glow again, at full power. I nodded. "Of course."

I might as well have been floating as I made my way to Archie's truck. I got in the passenger seat, the air inside it stifling. Archie was dark, oozing despare and agony and struggle. I was light, radiating joy and excitement and fulfillment and ease. My bright mood fought with his heavy one but I didn't notice it. I was stuck on cloud nine, Sweet Pea's kiss and words echoing in my mind to make everything so wonderful. The light and dark fought for dominance until we reached our house and Archie parked. There he finally gave in, letting my light infect him. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

I turned to him. "Sweet Pea told me he loved me." I didn't think about the words. They just came out of me. I was beaming and floating and brilliant and somewhere in my brain I worried that my success where he had failed would be like a slap in the face. I worried that he'd lash out at me and it would be ruined. "He said it and then I said it back and it felt so RIGHT." My hand went through my hair again and I sighed, melting into my chair.

Despite my distant concerns, Archie smiled. "That's amazing, Y/n." He paused. "You seem so happy there."

"Of course, it's my home. My family."

That did hurt Archie. I think both my success and my rejection were too much for him and his face crumpled. My happiness fell and I began to reach out a hand to him, lips parting. But that felt so wrong and it dropped before it even really begun reaching. Just a twitch.

I had been so ready to give him up... how did one begin to close a gap that was so incredibly wide? How do you compromise with the perfect North Sider I used to be and the South Side Serpent I now was? The... North Side Serpent? Was that who I was now?

We didn't talk for a long time. "I'm sorry, about that night. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn’t have been out there at all." He couldn't look at me. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm genuinely glad what happened the way it did actually." He looked at me in surprise. "Look Archie I know that you're carrying the weight of our family falling apart on your shoulders, but you know what? Don't. I was weak before. Easily broken and walked all over. Now I'm strong. I have a family that doesn't just overprotect me but also lets me protect myself. They make me stronger instead of just... letting me be weak. I have a boyfriend who I LOVE who loves me and a home I feel safe and comfortable. I know our family isn’t as strong but this was the best thing that could happen to me. The Serpents are... fun." I cringed at the word. "Not always, but when they are- I don't know. It's like how you are with Veronica. What you said to Dad earlier. They make everything else disappear. They make it feel OKAY. And I know that I'm losing you, but it's not because I'm choosing the Serpents." A realization hit me and my eyes went wide. "I'm not a South Sider." The words were soft, remembering that night with Sweet Pea where he begged me to understand. Now I finally did and it was amazing. "I'm a NORTH Side Serpent." My back straightened. "You want to worry about something? You don't want to lose me? Stop regretting my time with the Serpents. Stop treating me like I sinned just because I'm not depending on you to function anymore. Appreciate that I've grown and that I'm strong now and love me for who I am, as I am. Not who I was. Not how strong I made you feel with my weaknesses. Accept me as I am, and maybe we won't just become strangers under the same roof." With that I left the truck, slipping inside the house.

I found my dad first. When he saw me, his face light up. I knew he saw it in my eyes. In my posture. In my hands and my smile and in the air around me. "How was-?" He cut off as I slammed into him, clinging to him. He gasped in surprise and then wrapped his arms around me as well, rubbing my back. "You okay?"

"I'm amazing," I whispered softly. "Everything is coming together, and... dad, I'm SO sorry. I'm sorry I shut you out and tried to be a Serpent and not include you in my life just because you're a North Sider. You're the best person in my life and I'm SO lucky to have you. I love you."

My father's chest shuddered and his hold on my solidified. "I love you too, Y/n. I'm proud to be your dad. I just want you safe. Okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

"Do you promise me?" He asked desperately, pushing me back to hold me at arm's length.

I hesitated, meeting his eyes. "I can’r promise to be safe, dad. Even ont he North Side, things are dangerous and twisted. But-” I quickly added as he seemed to defalte in resignation. “I'll be careful. That I can promise." My smile faltered. "Duty will call, whether it be Serpents- or maybe even Betty or... Archie" he frowned at my hesitation and the odd look on my face at my brother’s name, but seemed to also acknowledged that I had included him at all. "But I will be careful."

He sighed. "I can... agree with that."

We hugged again and then I was off to my room. I texted Sweetpea to let him know I was back safe as I took off my shoes and jacket. When I finished, I jumped into bed and wrapped myself up in my blankets for the first time. The bed was actually comfortable and much nicer than the floor, but I was painfully aware of the absence of Sweet Pea where he should be - had been before I'd left - next to me. This had been the first I’d slept in a bed since I’d come back to the North Side. It felt weird not to have him there too. I pushed it away and pulled a pillow to my chest.

So it wasn't perfect. But it was quite nice all the same. I fell asleep better that night than I had since I'd been back.

Unfortunately, the next day, it was back to Hell. And the kids didn't give me a break.

Cheryl Blossom wasn't even the worst antagonizer. Tripping me, calling me names, insulting me, saying "it" instead of "she" as they talked crap about me loud enough for me to hear it, slamming doors in my face, pulling my hair, throwing harmless things at me in class, laughing ridiculously loud at me if I did ANYTHING even a little wrong... it was endless. They became more and more creative each day. Tripping in the hallway on purpose and slamming into me. Objectifying me loudly to anyone nearby. Banging on the bathroom stall I was in. Someone left a note in my locker telling me to go back "where I came from" as if I wasn't born and raised on the North Side.

The staff didn't help. Literally. I finally told them what was going on, showed them the note, asked for something - anything - but they pointed out that they couldn't punish the whole school or gave them excuses or straight up called me a liar.

I was getting bullied. Brutally.

It was only getting worse too. Halfway into the week, someone slammed their shoulder into mine and I dropped the three books I was carrying. I paused, honing my self control as kids tittered their laughter around me, before bending down. Someone whistled and I swallowed, the back of my eyes burning with tears as I picked up one book, two. As I reached for the third, someone kicked it out of my reach. I slumped in defeat when, suddenly, a hand reached down. My eyes widened as someone picked up my book. No! I looked up to see the commotion around me frozen as Archie moved to me through the students. When he looked at me, his expression was dark and angry. We hadn't talked since the conversation after the Not-Retiring-After-All party for FP and I wondered if he was mad enough to lash out at me for it. Everyone seemed ready for the Andrews sibling show down. If Archie treated me like shit I would never get another break. They’d have all their reasoning and I’d truly be hopeless. If my own brother did it...

He offered me his hand and it took me a second to realize it was to help me stand. I took it, speechless. My book still in his hand he looked at the students around him. "You think this is funny?" His voice carried and I froze, in awe. "You think this is OKAY? Because she's small? Because she's a girl? Because she's not lashing out? Because she's taking this? Because she's a Serpent?" He glared at the people around us in general. "Touch my sister again and watch what happens." He turned to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding me to a more private place. I stared at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, finally offering the book. His face was gentle and his voice was soft. He was only concerned.

My eyes watered. "I..." My voice cut off. His expression twisted with pain.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't know it was like this until I saw it just now. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell the staff?"

"They won't do anything about it. Because I'm a Serpent."

Archie's pain mixed with anger and frustration and heartache. He saw the tears in my eyes and relaxed, settling in worry. He opened his arms and I slammed into his chest. He held me, soothing me with soft shushing and rubbing my back. "I'm here now, okay? No more North Side attacks. I'm here too." There was a pause and then he whispered, "You were right. I won't fight your battles for you, Y/n. But I will be here to have your back. Okay?"

I nodded, relaxing against him. "It's so good to have you back, Arch."

His hold on me tightened. "It's so good to be back." We hugged for a little bit longer before leaning away. Class would start soon. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

My smile warmed. "I'd love that."

He grinned. "Perfect. Come on, I'll walk you to class." He let me wipe my face clean and we waited a second for the both of us to calm down before heading to class. We chatted, casual and pleasant. With him by my side, no one bothered us. In class no one talked to me still - no one even sat next to me, a circle of empty chairs separating me from the rest of the students. The teacher ignored my raised hand and snapped at me for interrupting if I just said it out loud. But, also left me be. And it was all because of Archie.

That lifted my heart a lot. Gave me some hope. Maybe my brother wasn't as far out of my reach as I thought.

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serpentqueenz · 6 years ago

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Just Wanna Be Yours | Ch. 5

Jughead Jones x Veronica Lodge

Summary: After Veronica meets an editor for a magazine at work, can she convince Jughead to take up the offer to meet him? Or will Jug dig in the heels of his Docs and let his fear of change, force him to miss out on a great chance at an even better future for the pair.

Warnings: Lots of angst (come on ppl, this is us+jeronica, it’s inevitable), and smut. Cover your eyes kiddos.

Author Notes: Thanks for being patient fam! We know chapters are getting farther apart, but our love for Jeronica is still happening. Love in the form of reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated ❤

A snap of the camera’s light is so bright in Veronica’s eyes that she almost drops Jughead’s coffee. “Jug!” she complains, “Stop!”

Jughead instead smiles as he takes the coffee from her. “I love it here,” he tells her. “Classier than working at Pop’s isn’t it… but the shakes aren’t as good.”

Veronica fakes annoyance, but her smile tells him otherwise. “I’ve been here fourteen months, Jug and you still say the same thing.”

“Because it’s the truth!” he says, putting down the coffee and grabbing his camera. Veronica slides into the booth of the Coffee Club whose chairs aren’t as comfortable as Pop’s either and smiles for Jughead’s camera. “You’re the most beautiful woman on this earth, have I ever told you that?”

Veronica blushes. “You tell me everyday.”

“Let me take one more of you,” he says, snapping her again. He turns to his laptop and shuts the screen.

Veronica eyes his laptop, “Are you writing something for the magazine?” she asks.

“You know me, Princess, that indie paper ain’t gonna write itself…”

“You put so many hours into it, Jug,” she says quietly. “Maybe you shouldn’t work at the bar, between the magazine and -”

“It’s only the magazine and the bar that I’ve got, baby…”

“Well, what about your photography?”

Jughead falls silent and takes a sip of his coffee, drawing it out. “I’m not any good at it anyways,” he laughs nervously, “Toni didn’t really teach me the tricks of the trade.”

Veronica shakes her head, he’s always so unsure of himself, she thinks. “I’ve been talking to someone anyways,” she tries to say nonchalantly but the look on his face was exactly as she had imagined.

“I imagine you talk to a lot of people during the day.”

“Classic Jones reply.”

“Who is it then?” he says, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Well,” Veronica starts, “You don’t just meet anyone over on the Upper East Side,” she says with a shrug. Nick Haramis from Interview magazine comes here every day and he let it drop that they need someone for their magazine not only to write, but for photography as well….”

Veronica reads Jughead’s face well before he even chooses an expression to wear. She expected the very reaction. He laughs, “As if I could ever write for him, V,” he says, rolling his eyes. “There’s no way I would ever be good enough.”

Veronica groans out loud and slams her palm on the table. “He’s actually amazing, Jughead, and I think that at the very least, you could meet him.”

“No one wants to meet some kid from the Southside of Riverdale, V, trust me.”

“Why don’t you trust me instead?”

Jughead slinks further down his chair. “I trust you more than anyone else in the world.”

“Well, you’re not giving me a chance, are you?”

“Don’t say that…”

Veronica shakes her head again, frustration growing. “Listen to me. He’s a great guy and I truly believe, deep down, that you’d love him.”

Jughead closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “We barely make ends meet as it is, baby,” he adds quietly. “I don’t want to take a risk…”

“We barely make ends meet,” Veronica agrees. “But we do, isn’t that the main thing?”

“Veronica…” he moans.

“Jughead…” she moans back in the exact same tone. “Why won’t you do this one thing for me?”

Jughead stays quiet, keeping his eyes closed and moving further down the booth. “You know I’d do anything for you, but let me just think on this one.”

Veronica claps her hands together and stands up, leaning over the table to kiss him. “I know you can’t say no to me.”

XXXXXX

Three in the morning is noisier for Veronica than most people, she knows that.

Like clockwork, she hears Jughead’s keys hit the table. Two Docs hit the ground one after the other and the sound of his Zippo light his cigarette is almost a comfort for her. Home, she thinks, home, home, home.

She moves over on the lopsided bed, the one they have only just moved into the bedroom after close to a year of sleeping on the floor in the living room of their apartment. Finally, her shoulders ease and her heart slows, just enough for things to feel right again.

Jughead’s night job takes it out of him. His day job makes him happier than she’s ever seen him. She begs that he gives up the night job but it’s a fight not worth having when he’s humming kisses on her cheek. The thought he was supposed to have on the offer from Nick at Interview magazine dragged on for weeks and he never did share with her what he wanted to do, even with all her nagging.

Their bedroom door shuts behind him as he walks in, she can make out the patterns of his menthol cigarette through the stream of light coming in through the curtains that don’t quite meet. “Jug,” she says in a tired haze.

Jughead throws his beanie on the bedside table next to Veronica, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. “Princess,” he whispers against her hair. “I missed you.”

“How much?” she replies; clockwork.

Clockwork starts again. “So much, I couldn’t breathe.”

Ritual, she thinks as Jughead pulls off his shirt that smells too much like split vodka - cosmos. Ritual continues when he unbuckles his belt, slides off denim from his legs and sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re tired,” she reminds him. She always has to.

Jughead laughs but there’s a level of malice that rings through it. “Nothing a coffee and a cigarette can’t fix.”

Veronica sighs to herself and rubs her eyes. “You don’t have to work the bar at night, Jughead,” she forces. Ritual. “The magazine is enough in the day, you don’t need to work another job. And if you don’t want to meet with Nick, then we’ll figure something out.”

A clockwork exhale escapes his lips as he throws himself down on the pillow a little harder than usual. Veronica counts down minutes of sleep. If he falls asleep in the next thirty minutes, he’ll get three hours sleep…. “Money,” he says with as little poison as he can manage, Veronica knows this.

Veronica’s frustration grows and she feels it in the stinging of her jaw, in the back of her head, rising through her finger tips. Money, she repeats, I don’t fucking care about it. “Have you ever stopped to think about what means more to me, money? Or you?”

She knows that Jughead knows he’s stepped too far into it. He grabs at her hand that she pulls out of his and he searches for kisses on her jaw that turns away. “I just want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he begs.

Veronica’s temples feel like they’re on the brink of bursting light brown bourbon stuck on his skin and she knows just how much Jughead hates brown spirits - an ugly childhood reminder. “When have I ever told you that what I wanted was money, Jughead?”

“Jughead,” he ghosts, obviously feeling the weight of his name in her mouth. “I know, princess I just -”

Veronica cuts him off with her hand on his mouth, “Don’t fucking talk.”

“I’ve made you angry…”

“You’ve made me wild,” she corrects.

They sit in silence. Ritual.

Beats pass. Jughead doesn’t rest, but neither do I, she reminds herself. Jughead’s obsession with providing was eating her alive because when will he see that all she ever wanted was him? New York called to them both because freedom was something that Riverdale wasn’t going to give them easily. Fourteen months shackled them to the same conversation that they constantly have as part of their ritual.

“I just wanted you to do one thing for me that would be the best thing you’ve ever done. Imagine working one job that you really could put all of your talents into… that’s what you could have, you’re wasting your time doing the bar…”

“I’m not good enough -”

“You are good enough!”

“I just want to give you everything you deserve, Veronica,” he says quietly, her name ringing in Veronica’s ears. “I promised you everything, you deserve everything. Sometimes I wonder if things would be easier for you if you weren’t with someone like me….”

Someone like me, she repeats in her mind. What if you deserve someone who’s not me? She wonders. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Someone not from the Southside. Someone who could give you more.”

“Don’t be stupid,” she hisses, “We didn’t go through four years of fighting for you to say that to me.” Veronica zones out, not wanting to hear it. Fuck the ritual, she thinks. “I just want you to be happy, Jughead. I want you to do something you love instead of staying out all night where you’re not happy.”

“Veronica…” he hums.

“Please, Jug,” she begs. “Just stop.”

“I love you.”

She wonders if maybe she’s just too much. Then, she wonders nothing at all.

“I love you too.” XXXXX

Jughead is in the kitchen when she gets home from her shift at the Coffee Club. Even the smug smile he gives her seems to irritate her because it was so Jughead to just ignore everything.

She drops her handbag on the floor next to the counter when she’s met with a; “How was your day, baby?”

She greets him back with a; “Fine.”

Jughead sniggers to himself as he stirs his coffee. “So, we’re not talking, huh?”

Veronica feels like rolling her eyes but she doesn’t, instead she snatches the instant out of Jughead’s hands that was quite clearly made for him. Straight black. She sips it loudly and he knows she hates it but he shrugs his shoulders instead. If he wants to play, she muses, I’ll play too.

Veronica sips on bitter coffee as she thinks about the scene unfolding in front of her. She remembers that it’s been four years of constant ignoration. Why tackle things right in front of you when you can live in ignorant bliss? It’s always like this, she thinks, ignore our feelings, ignore the pain, ignore the struggle. Run away. Usually, it’s easily remedied. Veronica can ignore Jughead’s reasons behind working constantly by settling. But the same conversation, words only varied slightly, become draining.

“I don’t like not talking to you, Veronica,” Jughead says sternly.

“Well,” she says, sighing loudly. “I don’t like it when you don’t listen to me.”

“I always listen to you,” he replies bluntly.

She rolls her eyes. “Not when it matters.”

Jughead’s entitled scoff makes Veronica stand straighter and taller. “Really?”

“Really!” she snaps, “Your fear of putting yourself out there is draining me! Your photography is fucking amazing, your writing? More so and still, you won’t listen to me!”

“You don’t give up, do you?” he says gently but Veronica is already shaking.

“If I gave up, do you think we would be together?”

The silence rings louder than it ever had before. Jughead’s bones click when he presses his fist against his palm and his eyebrows rise. “You’re unbearable sometimes, do you know that?”

“Yes!” Veronica replies, standing her ground. “Sometimes I have to be!”

Jughead groans and rubs his face, taking a steadying breath. “You’re the only one with the problem, Veronica.”

“I have a problem with your reasons behind not putting yourself out there, aren’t you always hounding me to be brave? To take a chance? To live the life I want to?” she groans. “Yet, you love writing and you love photography and you won’t even for a moment allow yourself to be happy!”

“I’m happy when you’re happy -”

“And you shouldn’t place all your happiness in me, Jughead!” she says, wishing tears away. “Because I love you enough to know that things may be tough but as long as you’re doing something you love, we’ll be okay!”

“Veron -” Jughead is cut off when Veronica shoves the coffee to the side, kissing him hard. Unsure of whether she wants to shut him up or just be closer to him.

Jughead groans, moving his hands slowly to her hips and digging his fingers into the band of her skirt. He pushes her against the counter-top, switching positions and digging his hips into her. Her speed being matched by his. Their kiss only stops when he inhales for air, both of their chests rising and falling while they stared at each other. Veronica’s face blushes up red hot, pushing aside her love for Jughead and noticing the sheer frustration she has in him. Her mind is at war with herself as she remembers their fight but Jughead leans in again, teeth dragging along her lips. “You have to be the most annoying person around sometimes…” he laughs against her jaw, leaving his tongue on her skin. Veronica sniggers, her eyes roll back as Jughead bites down on her sensitive skin, feeling the edges of his nails snag on the lace bra she’s wearing when he creeps up her plain black shirt. She slides his belt out of the loops and says; “And sometimes you’re just an asshole who needs to listen.”

“So you keep telling me,” he breathes on her collarbone.

Jughead throws his belt on the ground when she hands it to him and instantly he goes back to her skirt, shoving it down her legs and holds her hand as she steps out of it. Veronica’s head rolls back as Jughead slips his fingers into her lace, long fingers find their spot almost instantly, as they always do. Veronica’s thighs tense around his hand and his cocky smile almost annoys Veronica when she begs him for more. The vibe they’re riding shifts slightly, anger dispersing with every thrust of his fingers and tight grip from Veronica in Jughead’s hair. “Fuck, Jug…”

“Tell me you love me,” he says with his lip between his teeth, fingers deep in her and palm slapping against her skin.

Veronica holds on to the truth that she loves him so much, she doesn’t know what to do. But as soon as her jaw drops from the feeling of his fingers inside her, he takes them out. A whimper escapes her but she takes to Jughead’s denim with quick hands, shoving them down. Before he gets up, Veronica is down by him, kissing at his jaw. She gets to his neck and bites down hard.

Jughead jerks back from the pain and Veronica smiles to herself, leaning against the counter with Jughead’s glare on her body. Quickly, he spins her around by the hips, slamming her hands in his against the counter and then coming back to slap her on the ass, leaving his hand there. He doesn’t even take her panties off before shoving them to the side, using his foot to tap against her feet to spread wide. He uses one hand to keep her panties to the side, he uses his other hand to guide himself into her. Veronica pushes her ass back, letting him completely inside her. Her thighs feel weak as he’s slow at first. She pushes back harder, faster. Closing her eyes just to feel him all in her. Veronica knows that tenderness isn’t their game and the harder he slaps against her, the louder their skin hits, over and over, stronger and stronger, the more she clings on. His hips slam into her ass and she smiles to the kitchen counter when her the nails of her right back reach behind her to grasp onto Jughead’s thigh. “Fuck me,” she orders.

Jughead grunts and steadies himself with one hand next to her, she grinds into him, taking control. Jughead leans over, pulling Veronica in and kisses her, pulling at her lip as she smiles against him. He pulls out only for a moment that Veronica frowns at but he meets her with soft kisses, a smirk on his lips as they meet her over and over again. He turns her around, placing her against the counter-top to face him. Veronica laughs before Jughead slides himself back into her, making her lose her breath.

Veronica’s hands smooth over Jughead’s skin, shoulder blades that tense with every movement, his stomach that sucks in and around to his back, digging her nails deeper into him. A groan comes from within him when she tugs at his hair as he fucks her. She taunts him, begging for him to go harder. “More,” she cries. “Harder, Jug.”

The anger still hangs in the air around them. The atmosphere breathes as it pulses the anger and it’s felt with every scratch on Jughead’s skin. She loves it like this. Veronica clings on to the control that she carries, pulling him closer, making him weak. Pulling at his hair and she watches his head move back and forth with her hand. She feels full when he fills her with everything that he has, kissing her on her neck in a way that makes the tight knot slowly release in her. He’s part of everything that she is when he’s so close, she doesn’t ever want to be apart. Veronica watches Jughead’s jaw tighten as soft moans leave her mouth. She begs without words, she grits her teeth at the same time Jughead does when he looks her in the eye. “Tell me you love me, baby,” he demands, eyes darkening.

Veronica pulls herself up, burying her face in Jughead’s chest before leaving her tongue back on her skin, losing a loosening scream on his chest. She loses all control when the steady part of her mind blanks and he thrusts harder, deeper, stronger into her when she lets go around him. “I love you, baby,” she gasps. At that point, he lets go inside of her, gasping for air as he comes.

He keeps them both up as he slams his hand onto the counter-top, body convulsing on top of Veronica and her thighs lose strength, letting her hold him. He kisses on her neck and Veronica runs kind hands up and down his shoulders, moving Jughead away to kiss him, twenty dotted kisses on his skin.

Jughead slips out carefully and Veronica places her feet back on the ground. She reaches up to cup his cheek and kisses him softly again on the lips. Whatever had happened before slowly washes away and Veronica feels a slight ease in her heart, but her mind still runs wild. As usual, she doesn’t want to take back anything she’s said, or forget anything she’s asking. But for now, she’s pressing pause.

She doesn’t protest when Jughead starts talk of his day at the indie paper and how fulfilling the day was. They make their way to their bedroom where they talk about the regular customers at her coffee shop.

She was calm, but not sated. The bed is warm when Jughead isn’t working nights. “Princess,” he says almost in sleep. “I made a promise to you.”

“You always do.”

“And I never break them, you know that.”

Veronica rolls on her side, reaching out to stroke Jughead’s face, lingering on his jaw line. “I know.”

“I told you I’d think about talking to Nick over at Interview and I have.”

“And?” she asks, heart racing.

“I’ll talk to him.”

Veronica smiles to herself, an entitled rush pushes through her. “I knew you would.”

Jughead chuckles in her arms. “I mean, this is forever kinda shit, isn’t it?” he asks. “We can’t keep doing this forever and I guess I have to think about the future.”

“What do you see in our future to make you change your mind?”

He shrugs next to her. “You and I, definitely. Fuck Riverdale, we can’t go back.”

“Agreed.”

“Me writing for a magazine that’s bigger than my dreams. More than our beat up apartment. Kids and shit. Coffee in the middle of the night with you. Your laugh is so loud…”

Veronica starts drifting. “Don’t knock our apartment, I could stay here forever.”

“Remember when we first fell in love?”

Veronica remembers it clearly. She was so lost. Pop’s was her only salvation. Midnight chocolate shakes over Jughead’s soft murmur at seventeen years old grounded her in a way that she would never forget. “You told me that sometimes it was draining always trying to be good.”

“Yeah, and you understood that,” he says with sleep in his voice. “You told me sometimes you don’t have to be good to be right…” he laughs lightly. “Classic Veronica.”

“I love you, Jughead,” she promises.

I love you so much, she thinks, I can barely breathe.

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lovemesomesurveys · 6 years ago

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1. What do you like to do in your free time? So what do I do everyday? Tumblr, surveys, watch TV, watch YouTube, eat, sleep... sometimes read and color. 2. Are you more of an indoors or outdoors person? I am an indoors person all the way. The only exception is if I’m at the beach. 3. Who is the most fascinating person you’ve met? Hmm. 4. What was the last book you really got into? Burying the Honeysuckle Girls by Emily Carpenter.

5. What are some movies you really enjoyed? There’s several.

6. What amazing adventures have you been on? I haven’t really been on any. 7. What pets have you had? Dogs, fishes, hamsters. 8. What’s your favorite alcoholic and non-alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol anymore, so none, but my favorite non-alcoholic drink is coffee. 9. What are you kind of obsessed with these days? My food obsessions come to mind at the moment. My appetite is all over the place and I’m either an endless pit or hardly eating anything at all. Each week is different in terms of that and what I’m into. This past week it’s been breakfast burritos, deli sandwiches, deli pasta salads, and ramen. I also had a really good pizza last week that I’m craving again. 10. Where have you traveled? To beaches, mountainous areas, Disneyland, Arizona, Idaho, Georgia, Mexico. 11. What’s your favorite international food? Italian. 12. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I’m barely a person. 13. What’s your favorite restaurant? Applebees. 14. How many siblings do you have? 2. 15. What would be your dream job? I don’t have one. :/ 16. What would you do if had enough money to not need a job? Travel. 17. Who is your favorite author? I have a few. 18. What was the last show you binge-watched? Orange is the New Black. 19. What TV series do you keep coming back to and re-watching? I’ve seen The Golden Girls, Roseanne, and I Love Lucy countless times in syndication. 20. What hobbies would you like to get into if you had the time and money? Hm. I don’t know. 21. If there was an Olympics for everyday activities, what activity would you have a good chance at winning a medal in? Taking surveys. 22. What would your perfect vacation look like? Somewhere involving a beach house and private beach area. 23. Among your friends, what are you best known for? I don’t know. 24. What music artist do you never get tired of? There’s a lot. Well, at least their music itself I never tire of. I may not necessarily keep up with the artist. 25. What are some accomplishments that you are really proud of? I honestly don’t feel proud of myself for much of anything in my current state. It used to be getting my BA, but now not even that because I’m doing anything with it and I really don’t have any plans to. I feel like it was a waste and I’m a total failure and disappointment. 26. What are some obscure things that you are or were really into? *shrug* 27. What are some things everyone should try at least once? I don’t knowww. 28. What fad did you never really understand? There’s been many where I was just like, wtf, why??

29. What’s the best thing that has happened to you this month? Going to the beach last week was great and very much needed. 30. What would your perfect morning be like? I’d be in a house with a beautiful ocean view and I’d be out sipping my coffee on the balcony overlooking said view. 31. Is there any art or artist you are really into? No. 32. What are you always game for? Coffee. 33. What do you do to unwind? Listen to ASMR. 34. What’s your favorite app on your phone? I use YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Kindle app the most. 35. Cutest animal? Ugliest animal? Awwww I think majority of animals are cute. 36. Who is the kindest person you know? One of my nurses. 37. What’s your favorite piece of furniture you’ve ever owned? My bed. 38. Who are your kind of people? People with a good sense of humor. 39. Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever been? Uhhh. 40. What’s the silliest fear you have? I have a lot. Like for one, sometimes when I’m in the shower I get this scary thought about the pipes just bursting. That’s just one of many. 41. What would be the best city to live in? I don’t know. 42. What household chore is just the worst? I’m not a fan of any chore. 43. If you could give yourself a nickname, what nickname would you want people to call you? *shrug* Steph is fine. How original, I know. 44. What odd talent do you have? I don’t feel I have any. 45. If you could give everyone just one piece of advice, what would it be? Just try and be kind and understanding. 46. What would you like to know more about, but haven’t had the time to look into it? Hmm. 47. What country do you never want to visit? Any country where it would be dangerous for me to be in? <<< Yeah, I agree. 48. What wrong assumptions do people make about you? People think I’m “strong” and “brave” and give me way more credit than I deserve. I’m none of those things. 49. Do you prefer to work in a team or alone? Alone. 50. What has been the best period of your life so far? Childhood. 51. How have you changed from when you were in high school? That was over 10 years ago and a LOT has changed. Not for the better, either. 52. How techie are you? Uhh techie enough? I don’t know. I mean, I like the latest phones and laptops and stuff like that. 53. Where is the most fun place around where you live? Nowhere in my city, that’s for sure. You gotta travel out of town to do anything fun. 54. Have you ever joined any meetup groups? No. 55. Where would your friends or family be most surprised to find you? They’d be surprised to find me out at all at this point, ha. 56. What’s the most relaxing situation you could imagine? Lying out on the beach. 57. What is the most beautiful view you’ve seen? Ocean and mountainous views. 58. What’s expensive but totally worth it? For me, it’s my MacBook. 59. When do you feel most out of place? I often feel that way. 60. What’s the most recent thing you’ve done for the first time? I can’t think of something at the moment. My days are very routine and I do the same the things. 61. How did you come to love your one of your favorite musicians? Probably first seeing their music videos on MTV back when they actually played music videos. 62. How did you meet your best friend? She gave birth to me. 63. What small seemingly insignificant decision had a massive impact on your life? I don’t know. 64. Where would you move if you could move anywhere in the world and still find a job and maintain a reasonable standard of living? I’m not sure, but somewhere where it doesn’t get unbearably hot and has actual fall and winters. 65. Would you like to be famous? (If yes, what would you want to be famous for? If no, why not?) No. I don’t want that attention and focus on me. I couldn’t handle it. I hole up at home and have avoided people in my personal life, why would I want people all over all up in my business and judging my every move? No thank you. 66. What did you do last summer? Complain about how hot it was and was dying, mostly. What I do every summer. 67. If you lived to 100, would you rather keep the body or the mind of yourself at 30 until you were 100? What. 68. Before you make a call, do you rehearse what you are going to say? Oh god, yes. I HATE having to make calls. 69. What are you most grateful for? My family. 70. What’s the most essential part of a friendship? Being able to trust them and talk to them about things and enjoying common interests. 71. When was the last time you sang to yourself or to someone else? Yesterday. 72. If you knew you were going to die in a year, what would you change about how you live? I don’t like questions like this. 73. When was the last time you walked for more than an hour? Yearssss ago. 74. What did you do for (last holiday)? Or What will you do for (next closest holiday)? We didn’t do anything for Memorial Day. Next holiday is Father’s Day, and we’ll probably go to lunch and/or see a movie. 75. Best and worst flavor ice cream? What would make for an excellent new ice cream flavor? Strawberry or mint chocolate chip. 76. Who’s your favorite actor or actress? Alexander Skarsgard. 77. All modesty aside, what are you better at than 90% of people? It doesn’t have to be useful or serious, it can be something ridiculous. I don’t feel I’m great at anything. 78. What’s the strangest phone conversation you’ve ever had? I don’t know. 79. How much personal space do you need to be comfortable? I don’t want someone all hugged up on me. 80. What’s the most interesting fact you know? I couldn’t choose just one. 81. What fad or trend have you never been able to understand? A lot of them, honestly. 82. Who’s your favorite character from a TV show, movie, or book? I’ll just pick one of the many shows I watch, Riverdale: The main crew, Betty, Veronica, Judghead, and Archie. 83. What TV shows did you watch when you were a kid? Stuff on Nickelodeon, Disney, PBS, and WB Kids. Oh, and the Saturday morning cartoons that came on ABC like Recess and Pepperann. 84. What do you like but are kind of embarrassed to admit? I don’t feel embarrassed about anything I like. 85. What’s your favorite smell? When an attractive guy smells good, oh my. <<< That really is nice. And the ocean/beachy air, rain, patchouli, sandalwood, fruity scents, minty scents, cinnamon, coffee, freshly baked goods and the smells of my favorite foods... 86. What skill or ability have you always wanted to learn? I wish I took piano more seriously back when I used to practice. 87. What’s the best meal you’ve ever had? Recently, it was the pizza I had last week. 88. Where was your favorite place to go when you were a kid? Anywhere with my cousins. 89. What’s the most amount of people you had to present something in front of? Like 30+. Presenting in front of anyone is a nightmare. 90. If you could go back in time as an observer, no one could see you, and you couldn’t interact with anything, when would you want to go back to? Ooh. I’d have to really think about that. 91. What’s something that most people haven’t done, but you have? Hmm. 92. What says the most about a person? How they present themselves. 93. What machine or appliance in your house aggravates you the most? None, really. Unless it’s not working for some reason. 94. What places have you visited that exceeded your expectations? Certain vacation spots and restaurants. 95. If you opened a business, what type of business would you start? I wouldn’t. 96. What’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a really bad movie. 97. What’s the best road trip you’ve been on? Trip to Idaho back in the summer of 2010. A lot of my family on my mom’s side went and it was really fun. We had no idea it would be the last time we’d see my grandpa before he died the end of that year. It happened really fast. He wasn’t even sick like that when we visited him that summer. At least, he didn’t appear to be. That trip ended up being even more special. 98. If you found a briefcase filled with 1 million in 100$ bills in front of your door, what would you do with it? Check for ID or if anyone has reported it missing. Otherwise, I’d keep it. 99. What’s the worst advice someone has given you? I don’t know. 100. Besides your home and your work, where do you spend most of your time? I’m always at home. 101. If you could have the answer to any one question, what question would you want the answer to? Hmm. 102. What are your top 3 favorite things to talk about? Common interests, celebrity/entertainment gossip, some current event type stuff. 103. What do you care least about? It would seem like myself. 104. Where would you like to retire? I’m not even thinking about that right now. I’m not even working. :X 105. Who is the most bizarre person you’ve met? Uhh. 106. What are people often surprised to learn about you? What happened to me that made me a paraplegic. 107. Would you rather live full time in an RV or full time on a sailboat? RV. 108. What would you do with the extra time if you never had to sleep? I really wouldn’t want that. I want my sleep. I need that escape. 109. When you were a kid, what seemed like the best thing about being a grown up? You think you can do whatever you want. 110. What’s the strangest way you’ve become friends with someone? I can’t think of any strange ways. 111. What’s your go-to series or movie when you want to watch something but can’t find anything to watch? If I can’t find something to watch on TV then I tend to just put it on the ID channel. 112. What were some of the turning points in your life? My accident, surgeries, graduating, health related things. 113. What companies made you so mad that you would rather suffer bodily harm than give them any more of your money? I’ve never been that upset with a company. 114. What small things brighten up your day when they happen? When what happens? 115. What sports would be funniest if the athletes had to be drunk while playing? I still wouldn’t care to watch sports. 116. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve done because you were bored? Just sleep. 117. If you could send one letter to yourself in the past without the goal of making yourself rich (no lotto numbers, stock picks, etc.), what age would you choose and what would the letter say? I’d go back to like...high school days and warn myself of some things and tell myself to take better care of myself. 118. How many other countries have you visited? Just one. 119. What’s your favorite band NAME (not necessarily your favorite band)? Panic! At the Disco. I just like the “Panic!” part, ha. And why at the disco? What happened? 120. What do you miss about life 10 or 20 years ago? My life wasn’t ran by my health. 121. What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas. 122. What’s getting worse and worse as you get older? What’s getting better and better as you get older? Worse: health and life. Better: .... 123. Where’s the best place in (your town or city) to have a picnic? I guess a park. 124. What’s your favorite thing to do outdoors? Go to the beach. 125. How often do you dance? Silly/ironic dancing counts. I may bob my head while listening to music. 126. What do you never get tired of? Coffee. 127. What habit do you wish you could start? Better self-care things. 128. What’s the best way to get to know who someone really is? Just spending time getting to know them. Oh, and seeing how they act in public situations. 129. What’s the last new thing you tried? A new type of pizza last week. 130. Who besides your parents taught you the most about life? I’d say experiences have. 131. When are you the most “you” that you can be? In other words, when do you feel most like yourself? At home in my comfort zone. 132. What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done? *shrug* I’m not very spontaneous. 133. What’s happening now, that in 20 years people will look back on and laugh about? A lot of things, I’m sure. Like how easily people get all up in an uproar about literally everything. 134. How much social interaction is too much? I can’t handle much. 135. How different do you act when you are with acquaintances vs. people you are comfortable with? I’m just more guarded and aware, I guess. 136. On a weekend or holiday, what’s the best time of day and the best time of night? All the days are the same to me. 137. What are you looking forward to that’s happening soon? Beach trip. 138. What really cheesy song do you love? There’s plenty of those. 139. What’s the worst or best job you’ve had? I’ve never had one. 140. What’s been the most significant plot twist in your own life? I never saw this downward spiral coming after I graduated in 2015. It really went downhill after that. 141. Where did you take family vacations to when you were younger? Disneyland and beachy, touristy places. 142. What’s your go-to funny story? I don’t know. 143. If the company you work for / the college you go to had an honest slogan, what would it be? I don’t work and I’m done with school. 144. If you could instantly receive a Ph.D. in any discipline including all the knowledge and experience that goes along with it, what would your Ph.D. be in? I don’t want one, though. I’m not even doing anything with my BA. 145. How well do you cope when you don’t have your phone with you for an extended period of time? I’m fine. 146. What were some of the happiest times of your life so far? Various times in my life with family, childhood, vacations. 147. Would you rather have an incredibly fast car or incredibly fast internet speed? Incredibly fast internet speed. 148. What are the top three social situations you try to avoid most? Any social situation? ha. 149. What friendship you’ve had has impacted you the most? The friendship Ty and I had. 150. What’s something you’re interested in that most people wouldn’t expect? I don’t know. 151. What’s your favourite quote or saying?

152. If you had the power to change one law, what law would you change? Uhhhh. 153. What’s the hardest you’ve worked for something? My BA degree. Ha. What a waste now. 154. What took you way too long to figure out? My stubbornness caused me a lot of problems. I didn’t think things could get the way they are, but they sure did. 155. What nicknames have you had throughout your life? Steph and Sis. 156. What do you do differently than most people? A lot of things, probably. 157. Where’s the last place you’d ever go? Space. 158. What fact floored you when you heard it? I can’t think, man. 159. If you unexpectedly won 10,000$, what would you spend it on? I’d want to travel for sure. Take me awayyyy. 160. Who is the best role model a person could have? That depends on you and what you’re aspiring to be.

#long one #personal #text #survey #surveys

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madelainesvixens · 6 years ago

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Call it what you want: Chapter two | I’d like to thanks Mr. Dickson

Monday, September 28th

10:01

''Everyone stand up.''

Confusion flashed on all students' faces on Monday morning at their science teacher's request but obeyed, going to stand at the front of the classroom in messy queue.

''Back in September, each of you strategically picked your seats according to where your friends sat but, this morning, I decided to stir the pot and get you out of your comfort zone by pairing you with new lab partners from other cliques. While it's fun to sit with your best friends, that's not how life works. In the real world, you'll be forced to work with people who are very different from you and you won't have a say in it.''

Groans of depreciation along with whispers of complanings filled the classroom. Mr. Dickson tapped his wooden ruler on the desk to get everyone's attention - and silence - and started assigning the new seats with a threat of detention if he heard another complain.

''Miss Samuels, you'll be paired with Miss Blossom.''

Sierra wrinkled her nose and walked to the seat Mr. Dickson had pointed and sat down. Beside her, Penelope grinned excitedly, flashing her braces. Sierra rolled her eyes, wishing Tom was in her Science class. Maybe if he were, she wouldn't have been stuck with nerdy Penelope.

''Next is Mr. Lodge and Miss Gomez.'' Hermione quietly took a seat next to Hiram without protesting and Mr. Dickson continued his placements. ''Mr. Andrews, you'll be paired with Miss Maiden.''

FP snickered, elbowing Fred who narrowed his eyes at him. Mary Maiden was one of those annoying stickler. Always following defined procedures, the redhead never did anything that might contradict any laws and was very strict about following the rules in any situations whether it's for an assignment or a simple school policy. She really was no fun.

''Enough laughing, Mr. Jones. Go sit with Miss Smith.''

The teenager was shook for a second. What? Miss Smith as in Alice Smith? This was FP's lucky day.

A smirk on his lips, FP crossed the distance to his new seat and sat on the seat next to the blonde.

''We've met before, haven't we?'' Alice asked, raising an eyebrow.

FP nodded. ''Detention.''

''Right. You're the one who punched his teammate before Friday's game, uh?''

The raven haired Bulldog raised an eyebrow, surprised she was interested in gossips. ''You heard about that? I thought it was hush hush.''

Alice scoffed. ''Nothing stays hush hush at Riverdale High. Not with girls like Hermione and Sierra. They have big fucking mouths.''

Touché.

Mr. Dickson finished assigning places and then, he dove into astronomy for the rest of the hour which wasn't FP's forte. He knew about Mars, Jupiter and all its siblings but the rest was lost in the black hole inside his brain.

The bell rang and everyone gathered their things to leave.

''What time shall I show up to your house?'' Alice asked, lingering at their lab table.

FP furrowed his eyebrows, confused. ''My house? What for?''

''The assignment,'' she reminded him.

''Oh! Sorry, I- Would six be fine? I have football practice after school.''

Alice searched inside her backpack and opened her notebook, the same one she had during detention, and handed it to FP with a black marker pen. ''Write your address down, Jones.''

''All done,'' FP said, returning the notebook to its owner. ''And, for your information, everyone calls me FP,'' he added.

''I'll be there at eight. See ya tonight, Jones.''

3:52

After the last bell, FP dropped his books in his locker, grabbed his sports bag and made his way to the locker room to change for football practice. Surprisingly, when he arrived, only Fred and two other guys were there.

''Hey, man,'' FP said, joining Fred.

''Hey,'' Fred replied before bending down to grab his shoulder-pads, passing them over his head.

FP opened his sports bag and started pulling out his clothes. ''How's working with Mary going,'' he asked with a snicker as searched for his undershirt in his messy bag.

Fred groaned. ''She's annoyingly strict. I can't even drift off for a second, she'll snap her fingers and bring me back to orders.''

''She'll be a challenge to get in bed.''

Although the saying said 'quiet in the streets, freak in the sheets', FP doubted it applied to the redhead. A girl like Mary Maiden had probably vowed chastity until wedding, therefore was still a virgin. She also probably had never seen nor touched a dick in her life.

Fred shoved FP. ''Ew, I'm not having sex with Mary.''

''What are you guys talking about?'' Marty asked as he dropped his stuff next to FP, looking expectantly between the two boys.

''Fred's new crush.''

''What?! No! She's not-''

Marty raised an eyebrow, interested in the hot subject. ''Who is it? I thought you were set on Hermione.''

FP smirked and said, ''Mary Maiden.''

Fred narrowed his eyes and Marty bursted out laughing. ''Why did you switch an eight for a three? What the fuck Andrews? Hermione might come from a catholic school but she's not as religious as she made herself look like. I saw her with Lodge last week and he had a hand up her skirt. I bet she's a fine piece of work underneath that plaid skirt and button ups.''

''I'm not into Mary. That's bullshit!'' Fred defended but everyone ignored him and continued teasing and laughing.

''He could've done worse,'' a Hal pointed out, joining the conversation while avoiding FP's eyes, not feeling like getting punched twice by his captain. The shiner on his face was painful enough, he didn't need a second.

''Yeah, there's Penelope,'' Marty added, still laughing.

Fred rolled his eyes. ''Shut up, Mantle.''

20:10

It was rare FP had anyone over at his house. His father's drinking problem made the teenager hesitant to invite people over. Even Fred never stepped inside the Jones household and he was FP's best friend. In the past,Fred had tried to come in so many times but every time FP found an excuse like his dad had the stomach flu or that he had a night shift at the factory and was sleeping - which was half a lie. His dad was indeed sleeping but not for the same reason.

But, when Alice invited herself over after Science class, FP couldn't say no. That's a lie. He could have but, did he want to?

Just in luck, Forsythe had a night shift at the factory so he wouldn't be home tonight when Alice will pass. Thank god.

Alice showed up on the Jones's doorstep at eight past ten. FP answered the door and almost choked on his own saliva when he saw Alice. She had ditched her flanel and tied it around her waist, giving FP a full view of her bustier and, by default, a nice glimpse of her boobs. FP swore she did it on purpose because the look she gave him as she brushed past him to get inside wasn't nothing.

Or, at least that's what he told himself.

He led her to his bedroom and they got all of their stuff out, ready to work of their Science assignment. They sat on FP's bed, Alice on the end of the mattress and FP at the head, textbooks opened in front of them as the two scanned they pages to find informations.

''How good at science are you, Jones?'' Alice asked, raising an eyebrow.

FP snorted. ''Astronomy? Not so much.''

He had a 'D' in his last test and had to climb the slope and get at least a 'B' on this assignment if he wanted to stay on the football team. FP had planned to work hard with Fred on this assignment but things took a different turnure this morning when Mr. Dickson decided to change binomes. Now, if FP fails Science, he's gonna have to blame it on Mr. Dickson because he paired him with Alice.

''Me neither.''

''I'm good at anatomy though. I can recite all the arteries.''

Alice raised an eyebrow, mildly interested. ''Can you really?''

FP chuckled, shaking his head. ''Not really.'' He scooted closer to the middle of the bed, pushing his textbook on the side a bit. ''I know the carotide, though. And, the femoral,'' FP said with a playful smile, knowing very well those were both erogenous zones. He's not as stupid as people made him out to be.

''Right, Einstein. Everybody can recite words. It doesn't mean anything. Do you even know where the carotid and femoral arteries are?'' Alice raised her eyes from her textbook, her blue eyes looking into his and biting her lip.

As a response, FP smirked and that's where they realized their assignment was never going to get done. Sorry not sorry, Mr. Dickson.

They didn't know who started it but Alice had joined FP at the head of the bed and was now straddling him, mouth on his as his hands moved up and down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin and the delicate fabric of her lace bustier underneath his fingertips. Alice's hands were in FP's hair, tugging at the dark locks while deepening the kiss. A moan left his lips and the blonde smirked.

FP broke the kiss, an amused smirk on his lips. ''Well, well. Looks like we're going to fail brightly.''

''I say we're excelling at anatomy. Don't you, FP?''

FP's smirk widen, hands wandering down to the blonde biker's butt over the denim of her jeans, making her gasp in surprise. She leaned down to kiss him, hands snaking underneath his white tee shirt, feeling the defined muscles. FP's lips moved to her jaw and to her neck, making her moan, nails scratching at FP's back, leaving red marks behind.

Seconds later, FP's tee shirt was pulled off and thrown on the floor right before dipping in and kissing between Alice's breasts, sucking at the skin and she put her hand to the back of his head, keeping him there. Yes.

After that, more clothes started to come off and more and more skin was revealed until they were fully naked, science textbooks long forgotten. This was much better than working on their assignment anyway.

NEXT CHAPTER (X)

#falice #falice fic #riverdale #call it what you want #call it what you want chapter 2 #fp jones #Alice Cooper #alice smith #marty mantle #fred andrews #hermione lodge #penelope blossom #sierra mccoy #mary maiden

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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years ago

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I can I please get 22 and 20 for falice (this sounds like I'm ordering food from a drive thru)

It does indeed.

22. “That’s irrational.”

AND

20. “Just admit I’mright.”

For F.P., the puzzle had become less about trying to fit the pieces togetherand more about seeing how many he could flip into the empty chip bowl. WhenAlice had called earlier and told him in bedroom tones that she was bringingthem something fun for the evening, he’d thought handcuffs. Or maybe some sort of exciting lingerie she’d haveconcealed under a trench coat. Those fell into the category of ‘fun.’ A1000-piece puzzle of the 20th century’s 100 greatest novel coversmost definitely did not.

Another toss, another piece in the bowl.

“Quit it,” Alice snarled at him, elbows on the table and hands yanking backher hair as she stared at the partially-completed puzzle.

“I’m bored.”

“You could help.”

“I’m bored because I was helping.”

“Even then you weren’t helping,” Alice complained, digging the pieces he’dartfully discarded out of the bowl. “I’d rather not have this puzzle smellinglike Doritos forever.”

“You won’t have to smell it if you throw it in the trash where it belongs,”F.P. suggested, snatching another handful of pieces off the table and scrapinghis chair around so he could start flicking them backwards over his shoulder. Alittle variety.

Alice scoffed.

“It’s beautiful,” she argued,“it’s just… complicated.”

F.P. leaned back into her, making Alice’s arm slip as she moved to secure apiece.

“I’ve been saying that about you my whole life.”

“You know,” she said humourlessly, “I think you get funnier in the weehours. That explains why you’re so intolerable all day long.”

He grinned, unfazed by her insult. Taking pot-shots at each other was theirequivalent of cuddling.

“A lot of things about me can be more enjoyable in the middle of the night,”F.P. said lowly, trying to burrow his face into her neck. “Of course, I’drather be waking up to do them then staying up all night.”

He drew back and yawned loudly.

“What time is it anyway?”

“3:30, last I checked.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh, come on,” Alice baited him. “The former Serpent King is going to bedefeated by a thousand little pieces of cardboard?”

“’Course not. But maybe I’ll just―” he yawned again as he rose from hischair, “―go lie on the couch for a while and consider the puzzle from adistance.”

“I don’t think so.” Alice grabbed him by the waist of his jeans and yankedhim back to the table.

“Careful, Al,” F.P. warned. “You might actually turn me on after all thistorture.”

“Just give it another look, would you?” she pleaded. He could see thefatigue around her eyes and so, very reluctantly, swung his gaze back to thepuzzle.

“Jesus, this thing gives me an instant migraine.”

F.P. smoothed a thumb over Moby-Dickand A Passage to India, thinking―aswell as he could think when it was approaching four in the morning. Suddenly,an idea.

“We gotta turn the whole thing over. Get up,” he instructed, pulling atAlice’s shoulders.

“What? We can’t do that! That’s irrational! The pieces don’t interlocktightly enough and―”

Grabbing one edge, F.P. flipped the entire thing like the world’s crumbliestpancake. And yes, many pieces did fall out, but now the image was brown, wonderfulbrown! Flat, colourless, imageless cardboard backing.

“Just admit I’m right,” he counselled.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m going to murder you,” she said, staring in horrorat the remnants of their evening, night, and early hours of effort. “Call this fairwarning.”

“Shovel’s in the closet with the broom and the spare batteries if you haveto bury my body,” he muttered, beginning to collect pieces and lay them outacross his palm. “Get some quicklime, but don’t buy it in Riverdale. And don’ttake your usual route home.”

F.P. spied orange dust on a couple of pieces and covertly swiped it away.

“I was right,” Alice declared, “you do get funnier when you’re slightlydelirious.”

“Oh what fun we’ve had,” he emotionlessly replied, screwing a knuckle intoone of his bleary eyeballs.

Around an hour and a half later, their sand-coloured masterpiece wascomplete. F.P. would’ve promptly dropped his arm to the table and swept thewhole thing off the edge if Alice hadn’t been standing there with him lookingso exhausted.

“Go rest for a while. The sun’s not even up yet,” he told her, kissing hermouth gently and repeatedly.

“Come on then.” Alice grabbed his hand, her grip loose.

“Nah, I’m going to stay up. One of us needs to be awake to make sure you gethome by 7:30.”

He released her hand and watched it flop against her thigh. He sighed. Thosethighs. Those damn, jean-covered thighs. Stupid fucking puzzle.

“When will you sleep?”

“After you head out. Jughead’s always late getting home when he stays overat Archie’s. Fred won’t send him packing until he’s had lunch there. There willbe plenty of time for me to sleep.”

“If you’re sure.”

Alice hated to give in to anything, F.P. knew, but her eyelids kept plunginglike sinking ships. He could stay awake a little longer if it meant knowing shewas safe in his bed and not driving home totally wiped out.

She paused on her staggering way towards his bedroom.

“What are we going to tell the kids? Betty will never accept that Iwas here twelve hours doing a puzzle.”

“Maybe she’ll still be sleeping when you get in and you can pretend like youcame home earlier.”

They caught each other’s eye.

“Yeah right,” Alice said, making F.P. snort out a laugh. “She’ll be up. Thatgirl is a whirlwind of activity; you remember what I was like at her age.”

“Sure. You didn’t have the hobbies of an 80-year-old.”

Alice smiled the sleepy smile that was one of his favourites on her.

“Seriously though, what do we say?”

F.P. scratched his fingers through his hair.

“I guess… we tell them we had sex. They’ll never believe anything else.”

“Somehow, that is not one of the lies I ever thought we’d tell ourchildren.”

He grinned.

“Right. Next time, less interesting lie, more interesting activity.”

Alice walked back to him, letting F.P.’s slightly sluggish arms catch herweight as she sagged into his chest.

“Promise,” she said, kissing his heart over his t-shirt.

#my writing #drabble #riverdale drabble #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #falice #falice drabble #falice fanfiction #fp jones #alice cooper

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Betty//Dark Secret

Request: Can I request a Betty/Reader where you find out about "Dark" Betty and you and her both realise you're kinda into it when it comes to the bedroom, maybe you defend her/comfort her after the round of Sins and Secrets at the party?

Warnings: No smut, but a bit on the risqué side (oooo)

“Hey ba-Woah!” You stop mid-sentence as you walk into your girlfriends room, dropping the bouquet of flowers you had in your hand.

Betty had invited you over to hang out for the day seeing as though her parents weren’t in and she was bored. You were supposed to go over a bit later in the day but decided to go over a little early to surprise her. Plus, any excuse to spend more time with her was a plus point.

“Y/n!” Her eyes widen while she scrambles about to find something to cover herself up. “What are you doing here? You’re an hour early!?”

“I thought I’d surprise you.” You shrug, not entirely sure where to look. There she was, stood in front of you in a black lacy bra, black skirt, choker and dark black wig, making your brain stop for a good few seconds. “But, I think you’re the one doing the surprising.” You add, your voice lowering while you bite your bottom lip. You look her up and down while a bright blush spreads over her face. “Damn.” You mumble. “Not that I’m complaining.” You start, moving towards her. “But what exactly are you doing?” You ask, pushing the robe off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.

“Just trying something out.” She mumbles. “Its stupid.”

“Its not.” You reply, looking her in the eye. She still has a blush on her cheeks and you don’t know how you got a girl that can be adorable and sexy at the same time. “You look hot.”

“Whatever.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, what did you want to do today?” She asks, turning away from you.

“You?” You reply, a smirk on your lips and she rolls her eyes, turning back to face you. “I’m being serious. Well, I was thinking we could maybe go shopping or something, we do need to get the decorations for Jughead’s party, but thats next week so we have plenty of time. Right now, I’d rather stay in and well, you know.”

“Babe.” She blushes.

“We can go shopping if you want.” You reply and turn around.

“No.” She says quickly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to her. “I wanna stay in too. I’ll just get changed and then we can, you know...” She trails off and starts to take her outfit off.

“Keep it on.” You grab her hand, stopping her from doing anything.

“What?” She asks, standing up properly.

“Keep. It. On.” You repeat slowly and she looks down at herself before back at you and nodding.

“Okay.”

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“What the hell is Secrets and Sins?” Jughead asks. The majority of the people have some how been roped into playing this stupid game and you and Betty are sat beside each other on the sofa. Your hand in hers, while you down the rest of whatever the hell Archie put in your cup.

“Its a variation on Truth or Dare…in which we own our truths by telling it like it is. I’ll start the game with…Veronica Lodge.” Cheryl explains to the group of teenagers all sat in a circle and you’re now starting to regret agreeing to this. Suck and Blow would have been a better game than this, a lot of shit goes on in Riverdale. A lot of shit people don’t want others to know about.

“Naturally.” Veronica replies sarcastically.

“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start. Tell us Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”

“That was your doing.” She replies confused, her arms crossing defensively against her chest. You and Betty share a look before looking at Jughead, he looks like he wants to be anyway else but here, and to be honest you can’t blame him. You knew he’d hate this, but Betty insisted because of how much he’d been through and there’s not much you’ll say no to when it comes to your girlfriend.

“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge…Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he doing behind bars?”

“Well, I can’t speak for my father…but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.” The tension in the room increases and everyone looks at each other.

“Shit.” You mutter. “Do I have any dirty secrets that anyone knows.”

“Only me, and don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.” She reassures you and you let out a deep breath.

“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.” Cheryl defends herself.

“Exactly.” Veronica replies. “But did you love him, maybe in ways that a sister shouldn’t love a brother? And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you. So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”

“This is riveting. I can’t breathe.” Kevin whispers excitedly to Joaquin.

“This game is sick.” Dilton stands up and you roll your eyes while Cheryl wipes away the tears on her cheek. “I wanna go next.” He adds making everyone look at him.

“Thats the spirit, Doiley. What secrets do you have to reveal to us?” Chuck says happily.

“I saw Ms. Grundy’s car by Sweetwater River the day Jason went missing.” He admits and everyone gasps. You, Betty and Archie side glance each other and shift uncomfortably in your seats. “I told Betty and Y/n, and then Ms. Grundy quit her job and left Riverdale, like, two days later. And lets not forget that Archie was also at Sweetwater River that morning.”

“Oh, my God.” Cheryl whips her head round to look at Archie. “Colour me shocked. Archie Andrews, is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight? Because you and Ms. Four-Eyes were pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t get in the gutter with them.” Veronica tells him.

“Wait, what? Andrews was banging a teacher?” Chuck says impressed and you roll your eyes. “I wish I would’ve known. I would have added you and Ms. Grundy to the book of conquests.”

“Classy, Chuck, as always.”

“Wait a second.” Cheryl interrupts. “That also explains why Archie can’t seem to keep a girlfriend to save his life. He’s got serious mommy issues. Anything to say for yourself Arch? Were you a victim or a perpetrator?” She says and you look at Archie. You can tell he’s getting uncomfortable and kind of upset and you need to do something quick. You look at Betty and she looks around the room, trying to think of something to say.

“Dilton Doiley plays with guns.” She interjects, but is immediately shut down.

“Big whoop, Betty. So Doiley’s a psychopath. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, I guess its my turn now. Boy, do I have a twisted secret to reveal, starring Betty Cooper.” Chuck turns to the two of you and your grip on her hand tightens while your eyes narrow. You’re staring daggers at Chuck and Betty struggles to keep you sat down.

“Leave her the hell alone, Chuck.” Archie threatens.

“Shut up, Andrews.” He replies. “Look, you may get a free peep show every night, but you do not know her. Hell, Betty doesn’t even know herself. Everybody knows why I got suspended, but what you don’t know…she dressed up like a hooker, in a God-awful black wig, drugged me, handcuffed me in the Jacuzzi, and well, I almost drowned until she got me to say what she wanted to hear. And then she really lost it. She actually thought she was Polly.” He winks at you. “But, hey, you knew all about this right, Y/n. Does she do that with you too, or was it just a special treat for me?” You’re standing up in an instant, Betty and Archie following quickly, each with a hand on your arm to keep you from doing anything stupid.

“Oh grow up, Chuck. Its the 21st century. The only person having missionary sex is you and whoever the girl your disappointing is.” You retort and his jaw clenches. “And if it makes you feel any better, I’m the one that suggested she do all that to you, to make you crack. You are an asshole, and you deserved everything she did to you.” You slowly make your way towards him. “So do us all a favour, and find someone else to annoy. Or better yet, go home and satisfy the only thing you know how to...yourself. But even then, I’m sure thats a disappointment too.” You say the last part quietly, glancing down before looking back at him, a small smile gracing your features before you shove past him. Betty follows after you, saying goodbye and sorry to Archie, Veronica and Jughead before grabbing your jackets and running after you.

“Babe!” She shouts and you stop on the sidewalk, turning around and smiling brightly at her. “I got your jacket.” She says and you take it from her gratefully.

“Thanks.” You reply and the two of you start to walk back to yours.

“I’m sorry.” She sighs.

“That party sucked anyway.” You shrug.

“No, I mean for everything. You didn’t have to say that stuff you know. About how you told me to do it. I don’t even know what I was thinking when I did it. Its like a red-mist came over me.” She shakes her head and you frown.

“What did you expect me to do? Let Chuck talk about my girlfriend like that? I don’t think so.”

“I suppose.” She sighs sadly. “God, I’m so embarrassed. People are gonna be talking about my ‘kinky’ side forever. Think of the nicknames, and everything else. I’m such an idiot. I never should have put on that stupid wig, or done any of that stuff with Chuck.”

“I think people are going to be talking about Cheryl wanting to fuck her brother and Chuck’s disappointing sex life more.” You nudge her shoulder softly and she smiles a little. “And even if they do say anything, I’ll be there to defend you. Always. Plus, I like your kinky side.” You wink at her and she lets out a giggle. “You look damn hot in that wig and Chuck should be grateful that he got to see it.”

“Babeeeee.” She rolls her eyes.

“What?” You ask. “Its true. I feel lucky every time I get to see you in general, let alone like that. Everyone in there was just jealous because they have to use their imagination, when I get the real deal.”

“Thank you.” She smiles at you gratefully. “Seriously, you’re the best.”

“I have an idea of how you could really show me how grateful you are.” You say with a smirk and she laughs loudly, a blush starting to creep up her neck.

“I think I have an idea too.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “Whats that?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard your neighbours will know my name.” She whispers in your ear and you gulp, your face turning bright red.

“I-I, err I was thinking about you-err just buying me Pop’s.” You splutter. “But that works too.” You say quickly and she grabs your hand, pulling you towards your house, anything that happened at the party instantly forgotten.

#betty cooper #betty cooper imagine #betty cooper x reader #betty cooper x you #betty cooper x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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riverdale-is-just-okay · 7 years ago

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Saving Grayse, chapter three

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

Riverdale x OC (Sweet Pea x OC)

Word Count: 1456

Summary: There's a new member in the Serpents, a troubled girl, with a dark history and an unknown past with FP, but not all members of the gang are as accepting of the addition. Amber is introduced to a few more of the younger serpents and it doesn’t quite go to plan.

Warnings: again, lil sweary, not much

"So I'm sure you all remember Amber," FP starts.

"So that's her name." The tall boy with the tattoo stamped on his neck looks the girl up and down with his arms folded over his chest.

"Yeah, the girl who almost made me revoke my petition to ban that stupid, sexist dance," a pint-sized, pink-haired girl chuckles, her eyes on Amber.

Amber shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She was use to attention. People admiring her had been her life for the past few years. But this was different. It wasn't selfish attention. It didn't seem that way at least. They seemed good, with possibly good intentions. They're not like them, she reassured herself as she began to feel uncomfortable under the continuing glare from four sets of eyes.

"Sure, hi," the smaller boy says with a nod.

Jughead stays quiet.

"Hi," the girl mumbles. She was confident, strong, brave, but not when it counted, it seems.

"It’s already been explained to Jug, but Amber's gonna be staying with us-"

"Why?" The tall one straightens his posture. "Who even is she?"

"If you'll let me finish, you might find out, Sweet Pea," FP scolds.

Amber sniggers.

"Something funny?" the focus of her amusement barks.

"Yes, actually," she nods, it's her turn to stand tall, metaphorically of course.

He frowns, unsure why the small girl isn't cowering under his giant frame.

"As I was saying," FP begins again, breaking the mini staring contest between the two. "She's saying with us, she's the daughter of an old friend, that's all you need to know, about that." He looks to SP. "But there is a little bit of trouble." He looks back to the girl stood beside him. "And for reason I'm not gonna go into right now, I'd prefer it if she isn't left alone, I want one of you four with her at all times, during school hours and maybe after too, she can spend some time with me here, but I only have a few nights off so the responsibility is gonna be on you mainly. But," he says sternly. "I know I can trust you, right?" He glares to Sweet Pea, who returns the stare.

The pink-haired girl looks up to her giant friend and rolls her eyes. "Course, FP, we're on it."

"Thanks, Topaz."

She nods with a smiles.

"Right.” He pats Amber's back. "I'll leave you all to get officially acquainted." He makes his way of out the main bar leaving the four staring at the one.

"So I'm Toni," she introduces herself offering her hand.

"Hi." Amber accepts.

"This tall idiot, is Sweet Pea. as you know-"

"That's really his name? I thought FP was joking," she says wide eyed.

"I am here you know," the boy spits.

"I know you're pretty hard to miss.” She earns of few sniggers from the other three, to which SP just glares.

"So how about you speak to me rather than about me."

"Okay," she nods. "That's really your name?" she repeats, but her speech is directed at him this time. "I thought FP was joking," she smiles which just fuels his annoyance.

"You may have finally met your match, Sweets.” Toni nudges her friend.

"Sweets, it gets better!"

"FP can get fucked if he thinks I'm babysitting her," he barks pulling out a cigarette from the squished packet, then storms out.

"Was I am bit much?" Amber asks as the door slams shut making her jump.

"I'd say you were actually pretty perfect," Jughead laughs looking to the door. "Maybe you're a good fit after all."

She beams at the compliment. Toni and Jughead retreat to the bar. She takes her place behind it while he sits on one of the stools. They fall into conversation.

"I'm Fangs, by the way," the smaller boy finally announces himself. "And that was excellent."

"Why thank you, Fangs." She lazily curtsies.

"You not got anything to say about my name?"

"You disappointed?"

"No, I just-"

"I like your name," she says simply with a smile. He returns it. "Well I better go try and fix things with that oaf."

"Maybe don't call him that," Fangs offers.

"That just gives me more incentive to use it," she laughs, taps the boy's shoulder, then follows Sweet Pea's path of the door.

"There is no way in hell I'm spending any time with that girl," SP starts. The girl is about the announce herself, but she stops. She realises he thinks one of his friends has followed him out. She’s curious to hear what he's got to say, especially if it’s about her. "I mean who even is she?" he continues to rant. "The daughter of an old friend," he mocks FP’s words in between releasing puffs of smoke. "I'd rather..." He looks up to see the petite girl looking down at his position of the bench.

She stares wide eyes at the boy. He slouched body becomes rigid.

"You'd rather... please continue, I really want to know the ending of that sentence.” She tilts her head. "Wait!" she exclaims. "Let me guess. She plops herself down next to him. He moves away slightly. "You'd rather... stick your hand in a blender... wood chipper...? Okay. You'd rather jump naked into a frozen lake? No? You'd rather stick pins in your eyes... drink lighter fluid... eat a live snake? Nothing sounds appealing?" She notices his blank expression. "Well maybe you can stop pouting like child," she sighs. "I'm the one who needs to be babysat, I should be the one complaining." She sighs leaning back into the cold mental bench. He's silent. “And now you’re lost for words.” She rolls her eyes. "You know.” She turns her head to the side. "I don't really wanna spend time with you either, you've clearly got something stuck up your ass. But I trust FP, he knows best and at this point I don't have any other option, but to trust him." She stands. "You don't like me - fine. But don't make my life here, shitty, that's all I ask. We don't have to speak or see each other, even.” She pulls the door open, but pauses. "I'll talk to FP, your duties to me will be lifted." The door slams behind her.

"Hey, was just wondering when you need me to keep an eye on Amber?"

"I don't."

"What?"

"She's doesn't want to you watch out for her, she doesn't particularly wanna spend any time with you at all. She said she told you."

"I didn't know she was serious, why would she-"

"You've really annoyed her, Pea, she's been through enough without you shitting on her day too."

"What stuff?"

"None of your business. Maybe if you treated her like a human being which is no less that want that girl deserves, she might have one day trusted you enough to tell you, but you've screwed that up."

"Just give me another shot, when do you need someone to be with her, surely Jug, Topaz and Fangs aren't free all the time."

"Just so you can dig for information?"

"I don't want to be the reason she's having a crap time."

He sighs. "Tomorrow. You can take her to school and drive her back again, T can take over after school."

"Okay, on it.”

"Don't screw it up," he warns.

“I won’t.”

"Morning." SP waves as Amber emerges from the trailer. "I borrowed FP’s truck." He stands beside the busted vehicle, hip to the mental, feet crossed. "Thought it would better than my bike."

"No."

"What?" He stands up straight.

"No," she repeats, then walks straight past the open passenger door, where SP stands waiting and starts fast paced towards to trailer park entrance.

"What are you doing?" He slams the door shut quickly speeds after her.

"If you think I'm getting in a car with you..."

"Okay, guess we're walking."

"I'm walking. You can jump into a lake for all I care."

"A frozen one?" he smirks remembering their conversation from a few nights ago.

"What?" she frowns, clearly not remembering.

"Nothing."

"You can go now."

"I promised FP."

"I don't care. Promises are redundant."

"Okay, I gave my word."

"Same thing, don’t be smart."

"Never been called smart before."

"Don't get used to it."

"Well that was nice while it lasted."

"Will you just go away, stop following me."

"I'm not following you. Just walking with you."

"Well I don't want you too."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like you?"

"Now who's being a child?"

"Agh," she groans.

"God, you're frustrating," he sighs.

"No one's asking you to stay."

"Right," he snaps. "I'm done."

"Thank God."

"Bye."

"Farewell," she mocks as she breaks away from him.

A/T: Thank you for reading, there may not be many of you, but it means the world that you take time to read my posts.

Thanks again, all my love,

Oli x

*main blog: a-girl-stuck-in-a-fantasy-world

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sierra9595 · 7 years ago

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Happiness restored || Toni Topaz

mxriahblossom said to sierra9595:Can you do a Toni topaz x reader where you guys meet when the serpents transfer to the north side

Here you go! I hope you guys like it! Don’t forget my first language isn’t English. I’d like to get some positive feedback, let me know what you think about my imagines!

The situation in Riverdale lately was so messed up. Mayor McCoy closed Southside High, she thought it was too dangerous and messed up. She didn’t really think about what to do with the kids who went to that school. So they all had to come to the Northside high school. And not everyone was pleased with that idea, most people being scared of the Serpents and the Ghoulies. Even though they were behaving. Kind off.

‘‘You know, I think it was a good idea.’‘ I looked at Kevin and rolled my eyes. ‘‘The only reason you think it was a good idea is because you can see your boyfriend more often.’‘ It was true and he knew it. ‘‘She’s right.’‘ Betty agreed with me. My friends knew some Serpents, I didn’t. Well, I only knew about Jughead. But that’s about it. I’ve never met Kevin’s boyfriend, since I just moved here about a month ago. ‘‘You can agree but your boyfriend is coming back as well.’‘ Veronica stated, pointing out Jughead transferring back. ‘‘Is it even gonna fit? So many people in one school.’‘ I drifted off, zoning out. I had that a lot lately.

I haven’t been the happiest. I moved here from Greendale about a month ago, but it didn’t really make me any happier. I had no idea why, but I was just so unhappy. Never wanting to go out, the only thing I really wanted was to lay in bed all day and not do anything. So that’s what I always did after school. ‘’Hello, earth to (Y/N).’’ I looked at my friends with a shocked look on my face. ‘’What?’’ Veronica chuckled. ‘’We asked what class you have next.’’ Kevin said, like it was the mot obvious thing in the world. ‘’Oh, I think history.’’ Betty kept looking at me with a concerned face. Like she knew something. ‘’What?’’ After she heard my voice again, she shrugged her shoulders and dropped her concerned look. ‘’Nothing.’’

‘‘So, I’m gonna go to Jughead, I think he’s at the Blue and gold right now. You wanna come?’‘ Betty asked me. I looked around, but it was really directed to me. I’ve never been involved in the school paper, so I was a little surprised she asked me to join. ‘‘Ehh,’‘ I started, nog really knowing what to say. Why would she ask me? ‘‘Oh come on, I can see that you’re not okay. Not at all. You need some distraction from what’s going on in your head.’‘ That girl could really see through everyone’s barrior. A deep sigh left my mouth as I stood up from my chair. ‘‘Fine.’‘ Betty smiled to herself, glad that she won. That she’d been able to convince me. ‘‘So what’s going on? You seem off.’‘ The blonde haired girl asked me, as soon as we left our other friends behind. ‘‘I-I don’t really know.’‘ It was a stupid answer, but it was a honest answer. I meant it. ‘‘I just don’t feel good, I don’t know why. Just really unhappy.’‘ Betty looked concerned again, she always wanted to help others. ‘‘Are you unhappy because you moved to Riverdale? Because you had to change schools?’’ I thought about it for a second, before I came to a conclusion. ‘’No, I already had it in Greendale. I didn’t show it when I first got here. I wanted to make some new friends, you know. I really needed some new friends.’’ Our conversation ended here, we got to the Blue and gold and I didn’t want Betty’s boyfriend to know. I didn’t want anyone t know, not even Betty. But that girl is too smart.

Betty opened the door and walked in. ‘’Juggy!’’ She walked over to a raven haired boy with a grey beanie on his head. She pecked him on the lips and smiled at him. ‘’I want you to meet someone.’’ She stated, the smile not ever leaving her lips. ‘’This is (Y/N), she moved here from Greendale.’’ She opened her arms to point me out. I’m not even sure if he had seen that I walked in after Betty. ‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’ I shook his hand and smiled at him politely. ‘’It’s nice to meet you too, my name is Jughead.’’ I nodded and smiled. I already knew his name, he’s the only thing Betty talks about all the time. ‘’Where’s Toni?’’ Betty asked. I just walked arount the room. It didn’t typically looked like a room where a school paper would come to life, but it looked nice anyways. ‘’She can be here any second. I saw her minutes ago with Fangs and Sweet pea.’’ I didn’t really listen to their conversation, just looked out the window and zoned out again.

That has been al I’ve been doing lately. Zoning out, not listening to anyone. It wasn’t to be rude, I just couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t focus. When I looked at Betty and Jughead, I wish I had someone like them. I wished I had someone like they had each other. Supporting each other through thick and thin. While I had only myself. My father left when I was very young and my mom was working two jobs to keep our heads above the water. She was a good person and I had so much respect for her, but I just missed someone to talk to. I could talk to her, but she’s never home. I didn’t complain though, I knew why she was gone all the time.

‘‘(Y/N)?’‘ I zoned back in immediately after hearing my name. ‘‘Yes? Sorry, what did you say?’‘ I looked into Betty’s big and pretty eyes. ‘‘We want you to meet someone.’‘ Next to Betty and Jughead was a girl standing. She looked tiny and fragile. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her long pinkish hair hung losely until her waist. Her caramel eyes looked at my face, and I looked at hers. Her pretty nose, her plump, kissable lips, her big eyes, I could drown in those. So big, so many different brown shades. She smiled at me, a small but genuine smile. ‘‘Hi,’‘ She said, not able to say anyhing else. ‘‘H-Hi.’‘ I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. I always did that when I got nervous. She wore a black leather jacket, like Jughead. So I assumed she must be one of the Serpents. She had black combat boots covering her feet, a black ripped skinny jeans. Underneath her jacket she wore a striped t-shirt. She was the most beautiful humanbeing I had ever seen in my life. A deep sigh left my lips, sticking my hand out to her. ‘‘My name’s (Y/N).’‘ A little smile on my face. She took my hand in hers. ‘‘Toni.’‘ Was all she said, still looking at me. Still holding hands.

Jughead looked at the two girls in confusion, while Betty looked at them with a smile on her face. ‘’What’s going on?’’ He whispered in his girfriends ear. ‘’Isn’t it obvious?’’ She whispered back, still looking at the girls. ‘’No, should it be?’’ Betty looked at Jughead and shook her head with an even bigger smile on her face. ‘’Come on, you’re a smart person!’’ She tried to whisper, not wanting to break the girls’ moment. ‘’They are into each other!’’ Jughead looked at the two girls with furrowed brows. He had never seen Toni like this.

After a few minutes I figured I was still holding Toni’s hand. ‘’Sorry.’’ I let go of her quickly. ‘’Don’t be.’’ She said, her voice soft. I looked back at Jughead and Betty. Betty looked at us with a big smile on her face, while Jughead looked at us in confusion. ‘’What?’’ Toni spoke up, also looking at our friends. ‘’No, nothing.’’ Betty looked away quickly. ‘’(Y/N), we should go. We’re late for math.’’ Betty took my hand after she gave Jughead one last kiss. She dragged me out of the room, the smile never leaving her face.

‘‘What are you laughing about?’‘ I whispered, trying not to distract anyone in our class. I also didn’t want the teacher to hear me. ‘‘You’re so see through. So is she, by the way.’‘ My brows furrowed together. What was she talking about? Appearantely, she saw my confusion. ‘‘You two are so into each other.’‘ It felt liked she punched my breath straight out of my lungs. ‘‘What? No, why would you think that?’‘ Betty started giggling, not buying my answer. ‘‘You stared at each other for like five minutes, holding hands. You seemed happy.’‘ I grunted, was it so obvious? ‘‘If it was that easy to see, she might be avoiding me forever.’‘ Betty didn’t expect this answer, not at all. ‘‘Why would she?’‘ Was her next question. ‘‘Because appearantely everyone could see my reaction when I saw her.’‘ I stated, sighing. ‘‘Why would she avoid you?’‘ I looked at Betty with disbelief on my face. ‘‘She is too good looking for me.’‘ Betty chuckled again. ‘‘She seemed into you as well.’‘ I ignored this comment, not really believing it. I looked like a mess, why would she be into me? My (Y/H/C) was in a quick messy bun, I wore my old Vans, a ripped skinny jeans and a grey hoodie on top. I looked like I got out of bed minutes ago. Not even wearing any make-up.

After my last class ended, I walked towards my locker. My heart started to flutter when I saw pink hair, when I saw who was leaning against my locker. ‘’Hi.’’ She said when she saw me, a smile on her face. ‘’Hi.’’ I smiled back, a little holding back. ‘’Is your locker next to mine?’’ I asked her, while she stepped away to let me get my books. ‘’No, my locker is next to the history class.’’ I froze for a minute, looking at her in confusion. ‘’That’s at the other side of the school?’’ She nodded, she seemed to blush. ‘’So what are you doing all the way over here? Jughead’s locker is over there as well. I believe everyone of our friends has their locker over there.’’ I put my books back into my locker, getting my leather jacket out. I was ready to leave, ready to go lay in my bed again. ‘’Not the prettiest one.’’ She stated. I slammed my locker shut and looked at her. ‘’What?’’ She smiled at me. I put on my jacket and started walking towards the exit, Toni next to me. ‘’You’re very pretty.’’ Was her next answer. ‘’I look like shit today.’’ I fired back, not being used to compliments. ‘’I think you look beautiful.’’ She shot back really fast.

We stopped walking, my car was on the right side of the parking lot, her bike and her friends on the left. I could see her friends, Fangs and Sweet pea looking over at us. ‘’Really?’’ I asked her, not really believing a word she’d just said. ‘’Really.’’ She took my hand again, looking at the bracelet I was wearing. ‘’Normally I don’t say things like that to strangers.’’ She said, not looking at me. ‘’What changed?’’ I asked, also looking at my bracelet. Or more, looking at her hand holding mine. ‘’I really you, I think you look very good. And any friend of the girl next door is a good person.’’ She joked, I chuckled softly. ‘’Are you free tonight?’’ She asked me, looking at me directly. Which caused me to feel nervous all over again. ‘’I am.’’ My eyes were drawn to hers. They were big, she had long, pretty lashes and I couldn’t really say what eyecolor she had. There were so many shades of brown, chocolate, caramel, gold. So many. ‘’Do you want to go out with me tonight?’’ Her cheeks turning a bright pink shade. ‘’I’d love to.’’ My answer sounded almost like a whisper, but she heard it. She heard it very clear. Her plump lips turned into a smile, I could see her nice white teeth. She looked relieved, glad I said yes. I smiled back. And for the first time since month’s, maybe a year. I felt happy all over again.

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Call Me A Safe Bet, I’m Betting I’m Not - Chapter 7

(AO3 Link- Chapter Seven)

Even though scientists are still quite baffled after multiple millennia of medical and technological advances of exactly how the soulmarks work, there has been enough research and study that we now know when and how to expect them… There has yet to be one soulmate coupling occur before the female has experienced a menstrual cycle and the male to begin producing sperm. In short, soulmarks have never appeared before entering puberty…

There are many, many more cases in which two people have insisted they are soulmates only to not mark with one another. All in all, only about 3% of couplings are correct in predicting they are soulmates before marks form.”

***

Betty Cooper is four years old when she meets Jughead Jones. She knows he is her soulmate, he’s not so sure.

Chapter Seven

“There is no written record of a society without soulmarks. For as long as humans have been on Earth and able to communicate, there has been evidence of soulmarkings and, subsequently, soulmates.

Perhaps the most commonly researched ancient culture regarding soulmarks are the Ancient Egyptians. Their hieroglyphs and recorded history tell of soulmarks that are markedly different from the kind we know of today… They left stories of soulmates who could feel each other’s pain, knew when something happened to the other, and even those who died when their soulmate did despite appearing relatively healthy.

Many researchers chalk this phenomenon up to intuition or tall-tales, but others believe in its existence, however speculate that as we evolve, so do soulmarks… but perhaps a better explanation may be that as humans become more and more desensitized and interested in only the physical, soulmarks have changed too.”

From Soulmarks Through History, 2013

The coolness of the window against her skin is calming until the train comes to a halt and jerks her forward against the expanse of glass.

It should be unsettling, but Betty just grits her teeth and stands, trying to focus on the fact that she’s home, even if it is a day late, even if her parents insisted they pick her up from the train station instead of (and without) Jughead, even if there are crescent shaped scars on her palms that are irritated because they are so fresh, even if it is her birthday and she’s spent it on a train with broken air conditioning.

Finally, she’s home in Riverdale, she’s in same zip code as her soulmate, breathing the same air, surrounded by familiarity.

Betty lugs her extra-large suitcase down the tiny train aisle and ignores the stares since she’s the only one getting off in her small town. They look at her like she’s a burden, because they have to spend ten minutes in Riverdale rather than speed past to get to somewhere more fun and exciting.

Well, fuck them, Betty thinks as she exits the train. She just had the most challenging summer of her life, and while it was unique, informative, and there are parts she will never forget, it was also long, hard, and unforgiving.

They can wait ten damn minutes so she can finally put this summer behind her and be a step closer to seeing her soulmate again.

She stops and sighs in the train station, surprised her mother hasn’t spotted her and pounced already. Something happened at home between her parents and Polly, she knows it, but isn’t very clued in just yet. All she does know is that her sister’s phone number is no longer in service, and her parents aren’t answering questions about it at all. Archie and Jug haven’t seen Polly around the house in weeks—a part of her is scared to go home and find that her sister has become a weird smell in the basement.

Who knows what went down when the two strong-willed Cooper girls finally blew up at one another?

Betty’s looking around when her eyes instantly find a figure leaning against a pillar across the mostly empty station—Riverdale isn’t exactly a travel hub, despite Pop’s being recently featured on the Food Network—something Jughead was very against as he saw it as the media exploiting something he savored as pure and the soul of his hometown. Her boyfriend complained about it for weeks, but Betty loved hearing him drone on about it on the phone, sometimes it was all that got her through the day without him there.

She blinks and thinks her mind is playing tricks on her.

Her mouth drops open as she takes in the sight, the beanie wearing boy she left home is not the person in front of her.

Instead, she sees a man, or almost a man, now officially a whole head taller than her, with lean muscles, broad shoulders, and a cut on his chin, probably from attempting to shave because he has actual hair on his face (instead of just insisting he does), and she manages to stand still for a whole minute before jumping into action.

He’s already halfway to her when she forgets about the suitcase, takes off in a run, and catapults herself into his arms, legs wound tight around his waist.

“Oh, my God, this better be you or else I’m wrapped around some guy who is now terrified or about to kidnap me,” she says into his neck and hears his laugh in her ear, and it’s like coming home.

Riverdale is just a place, a word to describe the dirt and structures around her. In reality, Jughead is her home, he’s where she belongs.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says and her insides quiver—his voice is lower too.

“Keep—keep talking, I want to hear your voice. Fuck! I missed you so much,” she murmurs, clinging to him so hard her palms ache, but she doesn’t care.

“Language! What did the big city do to you?” he laughs and she does too and then pulls away just enough to press her lips against his.

It’s innocent, for all the naughty texts and phone calls they’d shared near the end of her internship program, but Betty’s just so happy to be near him, touching him, actually being held by him, that having a full-on make out session with roaming hands isn’t what is on the forefront of her mind.

They share a series of intimate kisses before Betty rests her forehead on his and runs a thumb over his bottom lip.

“I missed you so much, baby,” she whispers. “We’re never going to spend that much time apart again, okay?”

“Agreed,” he murmurs before kissing her again, this time a little deeper, a little longer, and makes her squeeze her legs tighter around his waist. Jughead smiles as their kiss ends and purposefully lets her slowly slip through his fingers until she’s back on her feet safely.

Betty refuses to let go and keeps her fingers locked around his neck. “How are you here? I mean, my mom said she wanted time as a family first and—ugh, is she dangling you in front of me just to be waiting in the car or something?”

“No, but I do love being treated like a piece of meat, and that’s not sarcasm,” Jughead answers easily. “She decided to honor the original plan of us getting to be together for the majority of your birthday. When we got word you train was delayed she called to let me know. I think I’m a present? So again, the piece of meat thing is working for me.”

“Best present ever,” Betty whispers with a soft kiss. “Can we get out of here? I mean, do you have a plan, or,” she stops and bites her lip.

“The original plan was to crawl through your bedroom window at midnight, give you your present, and then do some of those things we talked about,” he says with a devilish grin that makes Betty turn pink. “So, whatever you want, I’m down for. Food, family time, alone time—”

“Option three please,” she interrupts with bright eyes and Jughead chuckles, dropping his hands from her waist to grab the handle of her abandoned suitcase.

“I’d like to say your chariot awaits, but we’re walking, sorry,” he says as she wraps her arms around his free one, leaning into his body as they make their way out of the station.

“Hm, that’s fine, I don’t think my suitcase would fit on the motorcycle you’re fixing up, or so you told me,” Betty teases.

“Alright, so I might just be helping my dad by handing him tools, but it’s keeping us both out of trouble, which is something I thought you’d approve of,” he mentions pointedly.

“I do, you just don’t know the difference between a socket wrench and a torque wrench, so it’s hard to believe—”

“Well unlike you, my dad is nice about it and explains what they are and—”

“I do that! You just don’t listen—”

“I do too listen, but let’s not do this on your birthday, okay? But at midnight, it’s on,” Jughead states and Betty giggles into his arm.

“Hmm, you smell different,” she murmurs into the sleeve of his t-shirt. “But it’s not your shirt, it’s…” she trails off while sniffing up his neck.

“After shave,” Jughead fills in as their stride slows.

“After—are you shaving now, Jughead Jones? And you didn’t tell me?” she questions, a twinkle in her eye that makes Jughead grin without even realizing it.

“I’m sorry, I also stubbed my toe the other day, it hurt really fuckin’ bad, I swore and everything,” he jokes in return, to which she rolls her eyes as she hangs off his arm.

“Who doesn’t swear when they stub their toe?”

“Jesus, probably,” he answers and she smiles up at him because his own is so unapologetic, like he wouldn’t be able to stop if asked.

“You’re a doof, I don’t know why I even missed you,” Betty sighs dramatically.

“It’s about three inches soft, maybe six when it’s hard,” he fills her in.

“Jughead!” Betty squeaks, her cheeks flushing pink as she buries her face in his shoulder. “Wait, did you actually measure?”

“Using the finger method,” he answers, to which Betty raises one eyebrow. “Like, when you bend your index finger the middle part is about an inch, so you count how many you can make until you’re out of, well, room,” he explains.

“Hmm,” Betty hums.

“What, no comment?”

“Uh-uh,” she replies as they enter the trailer park. “I’m just gonna have to measure it myself later to settle this dispute,” she says with the most innocent of faces.

“Oh, are you now?” Jughead just about chokes and Betty shrugs nonchalantly. “The door’s unlocked, go ahead first,” he instructs when they reach his trailer, and Betty does as she’s told so Jughead can lug up the too-big suitcase she’s lived out of for two months now.

Jughead himself looks different, smells different, talks different, but the trailer is the same. A messy-clean, one where both boys know where the necessities are, but an outsider would be totally clueless. There are a couple dishes in the sink, some clothes scattered about, all FP’s it seems, but the surfaces are clean, the vacuums been used recently, and some air freshener is sitting out, probably for her sake.

Betty lets her overly large purse, practically a carry-on of sorts, fall from her shoulder to the floor.

“Hm, you still with me, baby?” Jughead questions, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, his fingers slipping underneath her flowy white t-shirt that’s knotted in the front, but was bought that way.

It covers her mark, of course—probably her favorite part about being away was that she was able to show their mark, a sign that she was taken and happy. She’s in love, and it didn’t matter who saw it because no one in Boston knew her or ever heard of Riverdale.

“I think your hands got bigger too,” Betty murmurs as she leans back against him, an arm reaching up to settle around his neck as she angles her face to look at him.

“Too?”

Betty turns, her eyes locked on his, and she shivers as his hands roam and massage at the small of her back. “Mhm, your shoulders are wider, you’re taller, your voice is lower, you’re shaving now. So much changed in two months, Jug.”

“Maybe, but a lot has stayed the same,” he tells her.

“Like what, because to me, even your neck is thicker, and I like it! What is up with that?”

Jughead grins and reaches a finger up to hook her neckline. “This,” he murmurs as he tugs to show their crown. “This is the same, baby, and it will never change. And yeah, we’re different physically, but that’s it.”

“’We’re’ different?” Betty questions.

“You think it’s just me that went through a growth spurt, Cooper?” he demands to know. “The only part of me that I thought changed was my height, well, that and I’m aware I shave now,” he mentions in an afterthought.

“I like how low your voice is now,” Betty whispers. “I hope it gets even lower.”

“I like how many cannoli’s you ate,” Jughead offers in return.

“What?” she laughs, her eyes scrunched together.

“All summer I got at least one specific text every day, how you insisted you weren’t going to buy any cannoli that day, but later I got a picture of you eating one because you couldn’t resist,” he informs her. “That, and Boston Crème pie, but that wasn’t every day. You’re a real big dessert eater, you know?”

“Are you insinuating something, Jughead Jones?”

“I like my woman with a hearty appetite,” he answers easily. “And I like how because you were out from under your mother’s thumb you could do what you wanted. You didn’t have to worry about the look you’d get for having seconds, or answer questions about why you didn’t work out in the morning, or if you did what exactly did you do and for how long. You didn’t get compared to Polly or explain anything you did.”

“So you’re saying…?” she asks.

He grins down at her. “You grew too, Betts,” he says and reaches down to grope her ass. “In all the best ways.”

“My boobs got bigger,” she admits.

“Trust me, I noticed,” he agrees.

“Well, I had to buy new bras. In Boston, by myself. Usually I have Polly or Kevin.”

“Not your mother?” he asks with that shit-eating grin of his.

“Definitely not my mother,” she insists.

“It’s not just your boobs and ass, Betts, you’re different. More confident, more comfortable in your own skin because you didn’t have your mom’s voice in your ear. You carry yourself differently, but yes, Betty, eating those Boston delicacies definitely worked for you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, you’re beautiful, Betty, but do you know the best part?��

“Hm?”

With a grin, Jughead quickly reaches down to wrap his hands under her bum and lifts her up. “We get to rediscover each other all over again.”

Betty shrieks, then laughs into his hair as he hastily makes his way down the hall to his bedroom—again, something else that has stayed the same. It’s still covered in movie posters, black and white classics, Star Wars, even a John Hughes one, but next to his bed is a corkboard covered in pictures of him and their friends, Jellybean, even a few from when they were kids, but mostly her, to be honest.

Surprisingly, his bed is made, the plaid comforter splayed across the mattress perfectly. It had been a joke she’d bought him one Christmas, but it was warm and soft, and Jughead loved it. The floor is clear, another air freshener adorns the bedside table and it smells clean, but not like Jughead per se.

Betty bites her lip and sighs as he kisses down the column of her throat. “You planned this?” she questions, but it sounds more like a statement.

“Not exactly this, but I hoped you’d want time alone eventually,” Jughead answers and lets out a long breath as he rests his forehead on hers and breathes her in. “Even if to just touch marks. We don’t have to do anything besides that. Whatever you want, baby.”

Betty nuzzles their noses together in a nod.

After how far they went on Valentine’s Day she’d suggested they calm down with the physical part of their relationship, at least in taking layers off their bottom halves. How much she wants to be with him physically scares her, something he knows, and so he quickly agreed, saying she was the boss of how fast, or slow, they went.

Betty doesn’t think having sex with Jughead would ever be a mistake, but she doesn’t want it to be impromptu either. She wants it to be a step they take together being fully aware of what they are about to do, to be responsible with the very big action they will be taking when they do. Maybe that’s her mom’s doing, always telling her how big of a deal sex is, but Betty doesn’t think it’s a bad thing, even if her mother is the reason she gets so nervous every time they go further physically.

“Jug, I wanna do what we talked about,” Betty says after a silent moment, her voice earnest and heart pounding in her ears. “On the phone, when I called you in the middle of the night after that dream I had—”

“I remember,” Jughead interrupts with hands cupping her cheeks.

“Is your dad coming home soon or—” she stops as he shakes his head.

“Not until the bars close,” he tells her. “What happened in that dream again? Remind me.”

Her eyes close as he strokes her cheeks and a thumb runs over her bottom lip. “Jug, I—you know,” she murmurs, her tone pleading.

“I want you to tell me what you want, Betts.”

“What we talked about, I want you to,” she stops and gives him a look while slipping her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare abdomen.

“Want me to what?”

“Jug, you know, I,” she lets out a breath and stares up at him with yearning eyes.

“Betty, when have I ever made you feel like you can’t talk to me about anything?”

“Never, but I—you know what I want, Juggie.”

“And I want to hear you say it,” he responds easily. “I love when you’re vocal, baby,” he admits and bites his lip while pulling her hips to meet his. “I love when you tell me what you want, how you want it, when you say my name, fuck, just the noises you make. So I want you to tell me what you want, then I want you to instruct me as I do it so you get exactly what you want.”

Betty takes in a deep breath and lets it out shakily, her pupils now blown, and nods ever so slightly. “Okay.”

Jughead presses their foreheads together and licks his lips. “Say it, Betty.”

“I want—I want,” she starts, then clears her throat. “I want you to go down on me,” she whispers and brings him in for a kiss. It’s all heat and open mouths and tongue.

Jughead pulls away just enough to tug her shirt off, then his own, and smiles down at her heaving chest, or their mark, she isn’t quite sure.

He licks his bottom lip as he brings a hand up to touch her bralette, it’s white and lacy and tight, holding in her breasts just so.

Betty shivers, but says nothing as his eyes take in the sight.

“Take your pants off,” he orders, his tone firm but soft, and she does as she is told, revealing the matching white bikini cut panties. They are practically sheer, with a few white lace flowers being the only real coverage. “And let your hair down,” he says once her jeans are kicked off.

Her hair, previously in a messy bun because it is longer now than ever before, falls around her shoulders in waves, full and heavy. The smell of her shampoo fills her nostrils and she shivers again as the tendrils tickle the top of her breasts, which are now sensitive and causes her whole body to break out in goosebumps.

Jughead threads his fingers into her hair and tugs her close, breathing her in and to Betty he almost looks high, like she’s a drug, one he hasn’t had in eight weeks and had been dying for.

Betty runs her hands up and down his bare sides and leans in to his hold.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Betty,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, “and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, but you have to tell me what you need ‘cause we’ve never done this before, okay?”

Betty swallows visibly, but nods. “I love you,” Betty whispers and lightly scratches down his chest to his happy trail.

“I love you more,” Jughead states before capturing her mouth in a kiss and slowly starts backing her towards the bed. “Is this one of the new bras?” he asks when the back of her knees hit his extra-long twin causing her to fall back.

Betty smiles while situating herself on the mattress and relaxes into the comfort of it, into the smell of Jughead that erupts when it’s rustled. The cotton of the comforter is so different than the delicate and too-expensive pink one on her bed that is itchy and heavy, and sometimes feels like it’s suffocating her.

She waits until Jughead is on his knees between her legs to answer. “Mhm, the mall was one of the places approved for us to go during our free time, and since no one knew me or would be able to tattle to my mother I may have gone a little overboard. I might have a lingerie kink, if that’s a thing?”

“I definitely approve of it if you do,” he tells her while simply looking down at her. “Remember, be vocal, baby,” he whispers before descending upon her.

He goes straight for their mark and attends to it thoroughly using his teeth and tongue, every lick and nibble causing Betty to moan and arch her chest closer to him. She grabs onto a hunk of his hair to do her best to keep him there.

“Hm, this is so pretty,” Jughead says against the lace of her bralette.

“Do you have a lingerie kink too?” Betty asks in a breath, a smile on her lips.

“On you? Definitely,” he states and pays attention to the mounds of her breasts, his lips gliding over them, teasing. “But I bet you look better without it.”

“What a line,” she says in a laugh as he slips his fingers behind her back, quickly setting her chest free. Jughead guides the undergarment down her arms then tosses it aside.

“Look at that, I was right,” he says and grins before continuing his journey down her body.

He licks and sucks and kisses, making her writhe and moan under his touch. By the time he reaches her panties Betty feels like a livewire, like electricity is coming from her fingertips and snapping in the air surrounding them.

“Juggie, take off my underwear,” Betty pleads as his mouth kisses around the edging.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says against her hipbone before tugging the lace down.

Once it’s gone, Betty tries to ignore the feeling of being so exposed and bites her lip under his intense gaze. It’s the first time she’s ever been completely naked in front of Jughead, and she lets out a shaky breath to get rid of the nerves.

“I wish you could see you the way I see you,” Jughead murmurs.

“Back at you, babe,” she counters, making him smile.

He slides his hands down her legs, pulling them further apart. “You still want this?”

“God, yes,” Betty practically moans.

Jughead situates himself between her legs and before Betty can even start to get nervous (again) his fingers separate her bottom lips so he can lick up her slit.

“Holy—fuck!” Betty cries against the pillow and she’s sure there are literally sparks of electricity crackling in the air.

He likes the encouragement and repeats the action, this time flicking his tongue, making Betty grip the sheets and mewl for more.

Jughead takes his time with her, learning what she likes and what makes her tug on his hair or swear. He discovers what and where her clitoris is, making sure to pay special attention to it and Betty’s eyes just about roll back inside of her head. He does as he’s told until her hips are bucking and she’s begging for more.

“J—Jug,” she stutters, pulling on his hair until he realizes she wants something from him.

“What, is everything okay?” he asks and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a sight that makes her stomach coil tighter.

“Jug, I want you to,” she stops and tries to catch her breath. “Finger me.”

Jughead nods. “Let me know if anything hurts or—”

“It won’t, but I will. It feels so amazing, Jug,” she assures him and while looking her in the eye Jughead takes his middle finger and gets it wet between her folds, his knuckle hitting her clit just right. “Jesus,” she moans, her head dropping back to the pillow.

“Actually, it’s Jughead,” he says and she can’t even find it in her to roll her eyes or make a snide comment in return. He sucks hard on her sensitive nub before his finger enters her.

It does feel weird at first, Betty thinks, but then he crooks his digit and hits a spot that makes her practically yelp. “There, Jug,” she says in a loud moan, “right there.”

He does as he’s told, flicking and sucking while rubbing the spot inside her. It feels so good Betty isn’t in control of her body, she can’t stop herself from begging for more or even trying to wiggle away because it feels too good. Jughead clamps an arm over her hips, keeping her still, and every time she manages to peer down at him he either looks like he’s devouring his favorite meal (and with his appetite that’s an honorable title) or his eyes are on hers, and it’s an extremely intimate feeling.

It’s their marks touching times a million, and then some.

“Jug, Jughead, I think I’m almost,” she says in pants and he speeds up his miniature thrusts inside her and in a matter of moments she’s screaming and trying to muffle it in his pillow.

Waves of pleasure wash through her, they are large and powerful, like a tsunami, destroying everything in its wake. And that’s how Betty feels, utterly wrecked. She knows she’s breathing heavy and that her throat is producing a hum she hasn’t consented it to do. It’s almost like she’s not in her own body, but floating above it.

No, flying.

Betty feels a light blanket come over her and Jughead cuddle up next to her.

“Thank you,” she sighs, and it’s the first action she has control of, but doesn’t think she’d be very useful doing much more just yet.

“For what, baby?” he asks and she shivers as his breath hits her sticky skin.

“For making me fly,” she answers with eyes still closed.

When Betty comes-to Jughead is rubbing her back and periodically kissing behind her ear.

“You are a very fast learner,” is the first thing out of her mouth and it makes Jughead chuckle. The rumble is welcome against her chest. “Jug, that was… wow, thank you.”

“And to think I’m just starting out,” he jokes and Betty nuzzles her face into his shoulder. “It sounds dumb, but I did research, sort of. I wanted to make sure it was good for you. You hear how so many girls fake it or whatever. I never want us to be like that.”

“It never will be,” Betty assures him. “You’ve never made me feel less than amazing, Jug. We’re learning together,” she tells him and kisses the corner of his mouth. “And, research? You mean you watched porn and called it research?”

“I read, actually. Surprisingly there are quite a few articles written on the art of eating out a woman. There were flow charts, diagrams, pictures of a clitoris, how to find the g-spot, and the best way to stimulate it. It’s the size of a nickel and three inches inside the vagina,” he informs her, his voice professional and matter-of-fact. “And, yes, I did watch some porn, merely for scientific purposes, not at all for personal reasons.”

“You’re so selfless,” Betty coos as she sits up on an elbow. “I bet you rewarded yourself for being so practical and making sure I’m taken care of.”

“I try very hard to be a good boyfriend,” he agrees.

She swings her leg over his hips and takes hold of his still hard erection. “I think you should be rewarded by me too. I mean, your research worked out so well.”

Jughead gasps and strokes the base. “Fuck, I—” he stops and bites his lip so hard she’s surprised there isn’t blood.

“You have lube, boyfriend? I’ve been doing research too,” she mentions with a wicked grin.

“Top drawer,” he grunts.

She puts a little in her hand and starts rubbing him up and down slowly. “This goes both ways, Jug, tell me what you like or want, okay?”

“I don’t think you understand just how much you merely being naked does to me,” he grits out as she starts twisting with her hands.

“If you’re still using big words I don’t think I’m doing so well,” she comments while stretching her body out with her head at his waist.

Betty takes her time exploring him too, kissing down the V at his hip bones, scratching at his happy trail, letting her breasts skim over his penis, her hair tickle his tip. Finally, when he’s gasping for more and she licks her lips and takes his cock into her mouth.

A string of curses slips from his lips as Betty’s head bobs. “Jesus Christ, Betty, holy shit!” he grunts, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks. “Betty, I’m—you might want to,” he warns and Betty reaches for the box of napkins just in time.

“Fuck, did you do research too?” he gasps after Betty’s cleaned up his mess and tossed the napkins in the nearby trashcan, then settled back in against his side.

“Remember how I complained about my roommate for the internship because she never stopped talking? Well, she was very boy crazy, so I listened when I felt the information was useful.”

Jughead lets out a heavy breath and wraps his arms around her. “We make quite the pair the way we research and selectively hear, huh?”

Betty rubs her fingers over their mark and hums in agreement.

“Before I forget due to teenage hormones, I do have an actual present for your birthday,” he says as he’s already reaching into his nightstand, this time the bottom drawer.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Jug, just seeing you is enough, and especially with what we just did—”

“I hope you don’t plan to only do this on special occasions, because I was hoping for some regularity,” he comments and Betty shakes her head at him. “You know how that new vintage store-slash-pawn shop that opened on the Southside?”

“Mhm, you couldn’t stop talking about the old camera you got there and how excited you are to develop the pictures in the dark room when school starts back up.”

“I found something else there, and I probably shouldn’t be spouting off about how I found it at a pawn shop like—”

“Jughead, shut up, I would love anything you got me because you got it for me,” she assures him. “And I hate when you spend money on me, so if it was expensive I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m not telling you how much I spent. Besides, with my working off and on for Fred all summer, along with the Drive-In, I have plenty of money saved up. Plus, I don’t have to worry about Jellybean financially anymore so it’s mine to do what I want with it.”

“All right, all right.”

“Well, I saw this and—honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how it was perfect, even though you hate the word,” he mumbles while handing her the little black box.

Betty sits up as she opens it. “Oh, my God, Jug,” she breathes, taking the ring out of the box. It’s silver and is made up of Celtic knots and comes together at the top with hands, a heart in the middle, and of course, a crown on top. “It’s beautiful, and yes, perfect.”

“It’s called a Claddagh,” he answers. “It’s Irish, it represents love, loyalty, and friendship. I thought it was perfect because even though you’re my girlfriend, you’re also my best friend, and you’re also so much more than both of those titles, you’re my soulmate. I’ve never known anyone so persistent, so stubborn, you’re always telling me how much I’m worth and how you’ll always be there for me. My parents never bothered to truly stick around, and even though I pushed you away time and time again before we marked you never budged. I know no matter what happens you’ll be there, by my side, and the same goes for you.”

Betty smiles and looks up at him. “And it has a crown on it,” she states.

“That helped,” he agrees, taking the ring from her and slips it up her left ring finger. “The story goes that when the heart is facing out it means your heart is free. But when it’s facing up, it means you’re taken, that you’re in love.”

Her eyes water as she stares at it. “It’s beautiful, I love it,” Betty whispers while wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

“Mm, I love you,” he says into her neck.

“I love you more,” she murmurs their mantra and tugs him back down to the mattress. “Do you want to take a nap then grab some Pop’s?”

“Mmm, if I didn’t already love you that would have done it,” he says with a light kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes.

“Jug,” Betty warns hours later without much heat to it. “Jughead.”

“Don’t threaten if you’re not willing to follow through,” he replies with a shrug that jostles her head.

“Juggie, it’s my birthday,” she reminds him softly in a timid voice that makes him crumble.

“Ugh, I like it better when you actually fight me, not when you have a legitimate excuse for me to give you what you want,” he sighs as he slides the plate of fries within her reach.

Betty smiles in victory before popping a small fry into her mouth. “Don’t worry, there’s always tomorrow,” she says cheerily, a stark contrast to her tone just a moment ago.

Jughead settles back against the booth and wraps his arm tighter around his girlfriend, shaking his head as she empties his never-ending fry plate. “I love that my appetite is rubbing off on you,” he comments. “That, or our actions earlier just left you positively famished.”

“Hm, Juggie, I love you, but you can read some books from our century, I promise you not all of them are like Twilight,” Betty responds with a hand over her mouth as she speaks because it’s still full of potato. “You’ll find that words like ‘famished’ are outdated.”

“So is chivalry, but you don’t seem to mind when I practice that.”

“That’s not outdated, it’s dead,” she corrects.

“Or is outdated? Progressive feminism is serious and we shouldn’t joke about it,” he says matter-of-factly and makes Betty giggle into his neck.

“Well, I got myself a chivalrous feminist, so who is the winner here?”

“Have you seen what you look like naked? I’m the winner in this relationship, always,” he responds without missing a beat. “Thanks, Pop,” he adds on as the old man drops off a new plate of fries and takes the old one.

“And I wouldn’t forget one of my favorite’s birthday,” the old man tells her as a waitress walks up with a tray holding two milkshakes, one for her and one for Jug, in their favorite flavors, of course.

“Pop, you didn’t have to!” Betty insists, but takes the milkshake happily, because no one ever turns down one of Pop’s milkshakes.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I forgot. Happy birthday, Betty,” he says and leaves them with a wink.

Betty takes a long sip from her vanilla milkshake and hums without realizing it. “There’s nothing like Pop’s milkshakes,” she sighs and slumps against Jughead’s side.

He nods in agreement, his on lips wrapped around the red and white straw.

“Mm, I don’t want to go home,” Betty whispers as she adjusts her head so Jughead’s chewing isn’t bothering her. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“I don’t know, remember when your parents rented that bounce house thing? That was pretty awesome,” Jughead comments.

“You just liked that birthday because I insisted on wearing a crown and then made my mom buy you one, because if I was going to have a crown, then you needed one too,” she states.

“I remember Archie got jealous, so you made him one before the party and it was so bad,” her boyfriend says in a laugh.

“It was not bad! It was unique.”

“It was like the paper boat from It but on his head,” Jughead insists.

“Well, I felt bad. I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t my best friend too. He’s my best friend, but if I happened to pull a Princess Diaries somehow and become queen one day it’s you that would be king, not Archie, sorry.”

Jughead laughs before stopping abruptly. “Speaking of,” he says and Betty looks up to see their red-haired friend entering the diner with the football team. “You go say hi, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he suggests and is gone before she can even answer.

Archie had spotted her almost immediately and is already at the booth when she stands up. “You’re back!” he exclaims before engulfing her in a hug.

“I am, since this afternoon,” she responds, but it’s muffled into his shoulder. “Wow, you grew too, and you’re… harder,” she says and playfully punches his pecs.

“Hey, all I did was load one pile of rocks into a wheelbarrow and then drop it off in another pile, and this is what happened,” he answers. “And, happy birthday. I have a present for you, but didn’t think I would be seeing you, so it’s at my house, sorry.”

“No worries, Arch, it’s not a big deal. I know where you live.”

He laughs at her lame joke. “I want to hear all about your internship, and I have so much to tell you too, but I gotta get back to the team.”

“You can sit with us for a bit, if the guys don’t mind. We’re aren’t staying much longer, my mom wants me home in time for cake or something,” Betty tells him.

He scratches the back of his neck and she sees red start to bloom on his skin. “Uh, nah, I don’t want to be rude. You guys have a good rest of your night, all right? I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you,” he says with another hug before jogging off to sit with the football team.

Just as he disappears, Jughead returns. “Hey, you ready to go? I don’t want to piss your mom off on your birthday.”

Betty turns with her eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I was about to pay, but—”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Jughead Jones. Why are you and Archie not talking?”

“Who says we aren’t talking?” he questions while dropping some ruffled green bills on the table. “Here, you should take my flannel, the temperature dropped a little bit,” he suggests and is already holding it up for her to put on.

“Okay, if my observation was uncalled for before, it’s definitely not now. What’s going on?” she demands.

“Nothing, can we go? Your mom has cake waiting.”

Betty puts her arms through the black and white flannel and lets Jughead drag her out of the diner. When they hit the street Betty tugs on his hand to pull them to a halt.

“Betts—”

“No, I can do this now that we’re not in public: Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third, what is going on with you and Archibald Andrews?” she demands.

“Hey, you didn’t say his full name! How come I get the full name treatment?”

“Because, I have a lot more power over you, and he’s not here.”

“Betty, it’s nothing. Really, we just—it’s nothing, okay?”

“Is this about how the trip during the fourth of July got cancelled? I mean, I was pissed too, but our parents wouldn’t let you come alone, but he got sick, it’s not like it was his fault,” she insists.

“It’s your birthday, can we do this tomorrow?”

“No, it’s my birthday, so I say you tell me now. What’s going on, Forsythe—”

“Stop with the full name, will you? Jeez,” he mumbles with a shudder. “And it’s—it’s between Archie and I, and you have to respect that. It’s our issue, you’re my soulmate, his best friend, we don’t want you in the middle.”

“I am in the middle, I’m your soulmate, and he’s our best friend. So maybe I’ll be objective and can tell you both you’re stupid so you’ll get over it before school starts.”

“Or, you can let us handle it as big boys and the adults we’re growing up to be?” he suggests.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Betty, it’s not a big deal. He’s been busy with work, I’ve been busy with work and my dad, we’ll resolve it on our own time, in our own way. Okay?”

“No, not okay, tell me what happened and I’ll have it resolved by tomorrow. School starts in a week, I don’t want this still going on and—”

“Betty, please, just—I love you, but stay out of it, please, okay?” he pleads.

Betty considers his tired face and sighs. “I hate this. We’re the three musketeers.”

“I promise I’ll do my best to keep things as normal as possible, okay? You have my word.”

She nods before getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him quickly. “You know in a couple days I’ll be driven mad by the unknown and start to annoy you again, right?” she asks as they begin walking again, her suitcase rolling along behind them.

“Yeah, but I’m free of that for now, so,” he stops and shrugs. “Do you think your mom made the cake or bought it? She’s a damn good cook, but you’re definitely the baker in the family.”

Betty lets his change of subject slide and drops whatever is going on between him and Archie.

For now.

It’s not until over an hour later when Jughead is out the front door (with a promise to climb through her window later) that Betty can ask about her sister.

Upon coming home and seeing no Polly, Betty opened her mouth to ask what happened, but Alice Cooper gave her an infamous head shake that meant ‘not now’ and Betty knew not to poke the bear right then, even if it was her birthday.

“Well, he’s gone, even if he is family and should have been privy to the following conversation, because I’m going to tell him anyways, so I’m asking. Where’s Polly? You disconnected her phone more than three weeks ago, I haven’t talked to her in a month. Did you give her the letters I sent? She hasn’t been active on the internet or—”

“What Polly does is no longer up to us,” Alice interrupts.

“We haven’t had control over what Polly does in a long time,” her dad adds on.

“Can we stop being so cryptic? Is she okay? Where is she? Is the most intense quiet game going on or—”

“Polly isn’t here,” her mom cuts in again.

“Okay, where is she? Did you send her to Grandma’s or—”

“We gave her a choice, Betty, and she made one,” Hal tells her.

Betty feels her fists close, but manages to resist the urge to dig her nails in. “Can you just tell me where she is? What’s going on?”

“What do you think happened, Elizabeth? That damn Blossom boy, he—he,” her mom stops and turns away because showing negative emotion like this is not the Cooper way, in private or not.

“What did he do to her?” Betty demands, stepping forward with a hand over her heart. If Jason Blossom hurt her—Betty would gladly rip the redhead’s heart out.

“He took her away from us,” her dad says softly as he wraps his arms around her mom and the action is something so small, so simple, but so gentle and unusual for her parents that Betty is taken aback. They don’t usually show any kind of PDA, minimal or not.

“She left us for the Blossom’s,” Alice tells her, now turning back, her moment apparently over.

“You said she made a choice. So what, you just—you told a seventeen year old girl to pick between her boyfriend and her strict parents and expected the outcome to go in your favor? She’s… she’s Polly. She’s stubborn and leads with her heart and you just let her go? She’s not even an adult, she’s not thinking clearly, I mean,” Betty stops and sits on a dining room chair to collect herself.

“Betty, it’s not that simple. There are other factors—”

“Yeah, me! I’m the key factor here, and you sent me away!”

“No, you made a choice—!”

“Like Polly did? A choice that felt like mine, but was really orchestrated by you? Like everything in this family always is?” Betty questioned.

“Watch what you’re saying Betty,” her dad insists, his voice low and firm, a tone he only uses when her mother is under fire. “We are your parents and so deserve respect.”

“But you can’t—” Betty stops and stands again. “You can’t raise us to be strong and independent like you, then be angry when we want to assert that independence. I learned so much this summer, Mom, so much and parts of it were overwhelming in the best way, but most of the time I just wanted to be here. I wanted to be home with Jughead, painting my nails crazy colors with Polly, drawing on Archie’s face when he falls asleep first, and trying to get a byline at the Register. But I was gone because I felt like I had to do this internship to please you, to have an opportunity you never did, to never let you down. I was gone and I wasn’t here to keep the peace, to keep Polly in this family—”

“Polly made herself a new family,” her mom confesses, her eyes full of tears. “Polly got pregnant and we told her,” she stops to attempt to collect herself. “We told her to be smart, to not let this ruin her life, but she chose the Blossom’s, Betty. She chose that horrid family over her own flesh and blood.”

“Polly’s pregnant?” Betty whispers more to herself than her parents. “And, you told her—what did you want her to do?”

“Betty,” Hal murmurs with a ‘tsk’ in his voice, like she asked a stupid question.

“I can’t believe this—Polly’s in love with Jason and she got pregnant, and you expected her to just want to, what? Give it up for adoption, have an abortion? It’s her body, her baby, that makes it her decision,” Betty states forcefully.

“You think Polly’s responsible enough to raise a baby? She wasn’t responsible enough to not get knocked up! And you are going on the pill!” Alice tells her with a finger point.

“So that was it, huh?” Betty asks with a shrug. “You told her to get an abortion or get out?”

“We approved of adoption as well,” her father informs her, like that makes it okay.

“You just,” Betty stops and almost wants to laugh at the audacity of her parents. “You don’t get it. Polly’s your daughter! She’s your child, you’re supposed to be there for her, take care of her, and you tossed her aside for not doing what you wanted?”

“It’s not that simple,” Hal insists.

“It is though,” Betty tells him. “She’s your daughter, my sister, and you gave her up. You disconnected her phone, probably took all her electronics, did you even let her pack a bag, or did you just throw her out on the porch?”

“That’s enough, get upstairs, now,” Alice orders. “I won’t have you acting like this isn’t hard for you father and me as well.”

“Was it? Or did Polly break the image of the perfect Cooper family and it was a necessary evil to save face?”

“I said upstairs,” Alice roars and Betty flinches at the ferocity.

She shakes her head before ascending the steps two at a time, her hands in fists. In the throes of executing a full-on teenage tantrum she slams the door behind her, and squeezes her eyes shut.

How could they just turn their backs on her like that? Polly’s their firstborn, their daughter, and they let her go? Disowned her just like that?

Having one door between them didn’t feel like enough and so Betty goes into the bathroom and slams that one for good measure. She slides down to the floor and tries to keep her composure, but it’s impossible. Tears stream down her face as she muffles the sobs into her knees.

Polly’s gone? Moved out? Into that horrible castle they call Thornhill? That is a place ghost stories are made of. There were multiple urban legends in Riverdale about Thornhill—kids went in and never came out, the family members buried there haunted the grounds, the statues and gargoyles were real people that the Blossom’s hated and cured into stone, the list goes on and on, and Polly was living there?

Polly used to hold a flashlight to her chin under a blanket and tell Betty stories that made her almost wet the bed.

They were supposed to have one more year.

One more year before Polly left home for college. One more year together doing makeovers and giggling about their boyfriends. One more year of eating junk food during their periods and crying over stupid Lifetime movies. One more year of having someone in each other’s corner, knowing no matter what their parents did or said, they had someone on their side.

Polly said she would be okay, that Betty shouldn’t be worrying about her, that it should be the other way around.

“I’m the big sister,” she had said after Betty climbed into her bed the day before she left for Boston. “I’m supposed to worry about you, tell you to be safe, to hold a key between your fingers when you walk alone at night and to be smart,” she told her and smiled at her in a way that always made Betty feel calm. “I’m going to be fine with Mom and Dad, Betty. You go and experience everything you can. This is chance for you to get out from under their thumb like I always wanted. Don’t you pass it up because of me, don’t you dare.”

Polly said they would talk every day, and for about a month they did. They spoke once a day and sometimes even Facetimed, even if just for a few minutes. Then Betty had a busy day and realized she’d texted Jughead all day, but hadn’t heard from her sister. She called and there was no answer. She called again and again still with no answer.

Then, the next morning her phone was disconnected. Her Facebook deactivated. Her Instagram and Twitter silent.

Betty asked her parents what was going on, but was stonewalled every time. She wrote letters, asked Jug and Archie to look for her, to pass along messages, but they never saw her. Her letters went unanswered. Another phone number never supplied. Her parents deflected every question, gave her vague no-nonsense answers, and it was enough that Betty gave up.

She was to be home in a month, they would figure it out then.

But now they couldn’t. Her parents kicked her out, told her to choose between them and her child, and she chose the baby growing inside her. It’s a choice Betty supports, but did Polly think she wouldn’t? Is that why she hasn’t reached out?

Betty doesn’t realize that her hands are bleeding until she opens her eyes and sees the smudges on her jeans.

Quickly, she pulls out her cell phone and with shaking hands she presses her boyfriend’s smooshed face in the ‘favorites’ section of her contacts. It was a picture Kevin took of him, her hands squishing his cheeks together. He hated the picture, but she adored it.

He answers after one ring. “That was fast.”

“Juggie, I need you,” she manages and swallows the knot in her throat and it makes her ache.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he says instantly. “I’ll be there in a—fuck,” he stops and there’s a crash. “A minute, okay?”

“Can we stay on the phone?” Betty whispers, it comes out more of a squeak.

“I only went to the treehouse, I’m literally almost there, just hold on for me.”

“My window should be unlocked. I’m—I’m in the bathroom,” she tells him. Betty scoots away from the door and leans against the sink so he can get in.

“I’m about to climb up and I need two hands, but I’ll be with you in less than sixty seconds, okay?” he promises and Betty nods even though he can’t see her and lets her phone drop when the line goes dead.

It’s only a moment before the door bursts open and Jughead’s panting in front of her. “Shit, I’m out of shape,” he dramatically wheezes, probably for her benefit.

Betty attempts to laugh, but it comes out a sob and quickly the door is shut behind him and he’s on her knees in front of her.

“C’mere,” he murmurs as he drops to his butt and lifts her into his lap so her legs are crisscrossed behind his back. “I’m here, and I have you, alright?”

Betty melts into his chest and lets herself finally really cry. Her body is wracked with sobs and she can’t hold them in, but she doesn’t have to. She knows she can unravel with Jughead and he’ll take care of her, that’s something she never has to worry about.

How could they just let Polly go?

Jughead rocks her back and forth, one of his hands rubbing up and down her back, the other holding her hands between them, making sure they aren’t digging in anymore.

She’s completely limp in his lap, her hands included. He has that effect on her, to make her pain feel shared, more manageable, like it will never fully consume her because he won’t allow it.

“It’s Polly, isn’t it?”

Betty nods against his collarbone, her cries now lessened to sniffles.

Jughead gives her temple a series of kisses and uses both arms to hold her tight, apparently now sure she won’t hurt herself. “Is she okay? Polly?”

“She’s pregnant. They told her to get rid of it or get out,” she supplies. “She moved in with the Blossom’s.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against her skin. “That’s… not right.”

“I’m proud of her,” Betty admits while pulling away and wiping her face. “She did what was best for her and the baby. She did the right thing, the same thing I would have done in that position.”

“I know.”

“How could they just give her up like that? And why hasn’t she tried to contact me? Doesn’t she know I’m always on her side? She’s my sister—” Betty chokes out and wills herself to stop crying, to stop feeling so weak.

“Maybe she didn’t want to put you in the middle,” Jughead offers, his forehead resting on hers. “I never wanted Jellybean in the middle.”

“But I’ve always been in the middle, what makes this different?”

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he sighs. “But, I promise I’ll help you figure it out. We’ll ask around for her new number, try to get Cheryl to notice we exist, but honestly what help will she really be? She likes to play with people’s emotions rather than help. Hell! We can get straight to the point and sneak into Thornhill, I’m down for a little breaking and entering.”

Betty can’t help but chuckle as she attempts to clean herself up. Makeup is probably streaking down her face, and after crying so hard she has a headache, plus feels gross from traveling.

“You’d really storm Thornhill’s gates for me?” she asks, her voice light and eyes blinking.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’d do anything for you? Just like you’d do anything for me,” Jughead murmurs while bumping their noses together. Betty opens her mouth, but he cuts her off before she even begins. “Except tell you what’s going on with me and Archie. Boundaries, babe,” he adds on as an afterthought.

Betty shakes her head at him. “I wasn’t going to even mention that,” she insists. “I was going to ask if you would shower with me, since you said you’d do anything,” she informs him. “I feel gross and… I want to be close to you.”

“Baby, this is one of those things where if I ever say no something is wrong with me,” he tells her.

She smiles weakly, then just holds her arms up like a little kid. Jughead takes the hint and slips her shirt off.

They undress each other innocently and Betty gets the shower ready before stepping in and holding a hand out to Jughead for him to join her, that she’s sure this is what she wants to happen, because she knows he worries.

He closes the shower door behind him and Betty pulls him under the warm spray, their hair becoming matted to both their heads, and goosebumps breaking out over their skin.

“What do we do now?” Betty asks softly with her lips grazing over his heart, and she lightly kisses their golden crown splashed across his heart.

“What we always do,” he responds as he cups her jawline with his now large, strong hands. “Figure it out. Together.”

So many things had changed when Betty was gone. It made her wish she never went to Boston, never left when things at home were so fragile, apparently in more ways than one.

Polly was unreachable, for now. Thornhill was serious business, it even had security, and just showing up was last on the list of her ideas for how to get in contact with Polly. Her and Jug were likely to be strip searched or just thrown out on their asses, hopefully the latter in all honesty.

Betty wasn’t even sure the situation with Polly was fixable, but all she really wanted was her sister back, in some shape or form.

But the situation with Archie and Jug? That was tangible, that was something she could fix, because boys are stupid and Archie is so much more easily crackable than Jughead. However, it does take almost a week to get Archie to hang out with her because it’s like he knows she’s going to try and do something about it.

“I can’t believe our sophomore year starts tomorrow, can you believe it?” he asks as soon as they sit down and after they nodded to Pop for their usual’s.

“I can’t believe it took a week for you to finally hang out with me,” Betty counters and gets that signature Archie eye-roll and wide smile combo in return. “I was gone for two months and you treat me like some old, tossed aside… I don’t know, football or something.”

He reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. “I missed you, Betty, I did, you know I did,” he assures her. “Not in the same way as Jughead, and probably not as much, to be honest, but I did. I was busier than him though, so,” he stops and shrugs as he slouches in the booth. “Tell me all about it. I can’t believe you met Toni Morrison! You must have freaked.”

“I did, I really did, you would have laughed at me,” she agrees.

Of course, things changed with Archie too, because why wouldn’t they? Everything changed when she was gone and she wasn’t around to see any of it, or prevent any of it.

But Archie’s change is good, at least Betty thinks so. He has a great voice, which she is aware of since she has continued the joy of overhearing him belt out boyband songs when their windows are open. Plus, he’s putting his guitar lessons to good use, and it’s another thing to help keep him out of trouble and hopefully it means he won’t fall in love every other month like he usually does.

She waits until dessert to make her move, because it’s only polite to make small talk and catch up first.

“I can’t take it anymore, what’s going on with you and Jug?” she demands, and must have been louder than she thought because Archie jumps in surprise.

“Betty…”

“No, don’t you ‘Betty’ me, Archibald, it took me a week to get you to hang out with me because we can’t all hang out together—”

“Hey now, that’s not true. I’ve been busy with football practice, and I just told you I’m working on music. It takes a lot of dedication, especially since I’m getting into it late in the game,” he insists.

“No, no don’t do that. We’ve always been busy, Arch. I have a million extra-curriculars, you have sports and girls, and Jughead has me and his isolation stuff, but we always managed to get together. Even if it meant we were all just sitting in the same room quietly because we have stuff going on. I’m keeping us together throughout high school and beyond, okay? And I won’t have you and Jug ruin it over some stupid boy fight, I won’t!” she told him, getting more forceful as she went.

“Betty, it’s not on you to—”

“But it is!” she cuts him off and realizes she’s getting worked up and her nails are resting on her scabs ready to sink in.

No, she wasn’t going to do that. She was going to be vocal and use her words and learn to cope better like her and Jug talked about. Or, started talking about at least. It’s a process.

“Betty—”

“We’re best friends, Archie, not just the two of us, not just him and me and not just you and him. All three of us are best friends, the three musketeers, and I don’t want it ruined. You two are,” she stops and sighs. “You two are my family and I don’t… sometimes I feel like you guys are all I have and,” she looks down to stare at her angry yellow scabs. “I can’t lose you.”

“Betty, hey,” he murmurs and she looks up, not realizing tears welled up in her eyes. “Jughead and I aren’t going anywhere, I promise.”

She wipes her nose and nods. “I don’t want you to think I’m being selfish,” she admits.

“Betty, you are the least selfish person I know,” he assures her. “Don’t worry, just give us some time and we’ll figure it out. I’ll be better, I’ll make sure we spend more time together and nothing changes too much, alright? Our friendship is a priority; believe me when I say that.”

“I do,” she whispers and sniffles. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” she apologizes, and he gives her a look. “Okay, I did, but I didn’t mean to cry as I did.”

“No worries, one of my best friends being a girl has made me very in touch with my emotions,” he teases.

“Arch, sometimes I think you’re too in touch with emotions,” Betty responds and he laughs, but stops abruptly after the bell above Pop’s door rings. Archie seems like he’s enchanted, or under some spell.

Betty turns and sees a brunette around their age entering the diner. She’s wearing all black and even from far away Betty can tell the pearls around her neck are expensive.

“I’m here to pick up an order for Lodge,” she announces as Pop walks by her.

“Two burgers, be ready in one sec,” the old man assures her.

The girl looks over at the two of them and, of course, Archie is still mesmerized. “How are the onion rings here, if you don’t mind my asking?” she asks.

Archie’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“They’re great,” Betty speaks up. “Everything here is amazing.”

The girl smiles. “Thanks, some onion rings too, please!” she calls over to Pop, who nods. “I’m Veronica Lodge,” she introduces herself.

Betty’s eyes fill with know. She should have known, or at least guessed. The school called her two days ago. “Oh, I’m Betty Cooper, I’ll be your peer mentor this year, I guess,” she tells her.

“I prefer the term ‘friend,’” Veronica insists with a kind smile.

“Friend, okay,” Betty agrees and they both look to Archie who is still staring. “This is Archie Andrews.”

“Archie… Andrews,” he echoes and licks his lips. He holds his hand out and Veronica takes it to shake, and that’s when Betty notices delicate white gloves on the raven-haired girl’s hands.

“Well, Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews, I guess I’ll be seeing you,” she says and is gone as fast as she came.

As Betty literally watches Archie drool at her silhouette, she can’t help but think that she better get used to change, because this year is going to bring a lot of it.

To be continued….

Notes: The timeline is going to slow for the time being because I have a good bit planned for them at these ages and it's when we see them on the show, so, yeah. Welcome to the fun, Veronica Lodge ;) ALRIGHT - don't be mad at me because technically it's the 13th (maybe the 12th for some of you depending on timezones) so it didn't take me a whole month to update because the last one was on the 14th so HA. JK - I went through a pretty bad depression spell where all I did was work, eat, and sleep and it was rough there for a minute. I was struggling, but I'm coming out of it and I'm trying to continue to do so. Thanks for hanging in there with me and sending asks on my tumblr about my progress or motivating me. You have no idea how much it helps just to know someone is thinking about my writing and telling me its worth pursuing. ALSO - my brother had a baby on the 10th! So I had two days of babylovin' meaning I wouldn't leave him alone. He's the CUTEST (kind of, I mean he's my third nephew and they're all cute so) and he was a BIG boy, 10lbs! Jandy got pics, ask her how cute he is because he's so CUTE. & - as always, shout out to @jandjsalmon for beta-ing and making the aesthetic and for dealing with me when I was a low mope and on a baby high - she's the best and deserves praise, applause, and possibly alcohol or whatever she enjoys immensely. Lemme know your thoughts!!

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