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Cult leader Luke Perry

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Ok I surprisingly didn’t hate that episode and the theme song 😭😭.

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The Exoneration Update

I am FINALLY writing again! Thank you for everyone messaging me with your enthusiasm because it really does encourage me to keep going :D

Chapter 9 - Adjusting

Jughead is struggling to adjust to life outside of prison. Luckily, he has a high tech fridge and a five year old to help him out.

Read it from the beginning here.

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The Reluctant Roommate

Chapter One

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Found two more

Can’t wait to see this! 14 days!!

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Aka they had no idea how to deal with the ‘storyline’ (and I say that very loosely cause non of that shit made any sense) they came up with

So are we resetting some love triangles? Obviously Jughead (Sprouse) knows about the past, but you all had Tabitha (Erinn Westbrook) say this season that Varchie or Barchie could be endgame, and we just got a Barchie proposal! But is all of that reset now?

The writers’ room hasn’t started yet, but one of the things we’ve talked about is that our characters, none of them are in relationships yet. So we can tell those first time stories — the first kiss, the first crush, the first heartbreak. So when we meet them, none of them are in the deep tortured relationships that we know and love with them. It’s a little bit more of a blank slate. What that implies is where it goes, nobody knows yet.

https://ew.com/tv/riverdale-season-6-finale-postmortem-time-jump/

This feels a lot more ambiguous to me. Blank slate, everyone single…sounds like hope for almost any ship.

What say you?

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Someone said this on twitter and it's true!

Archie would sacrifice everything, including Betty, to save the universe.

Jughead sacrificed the universe to save Betty.

that should tell you everything you need to know

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Sweet Joy Befall Thee - Chapter Two

Chapter 2 of Betty’s pregnancy fic from the Season 5 AU is now updated!

Sorry for the long wait and thank you to those of you who have been patiently waiting for an update! Uni is almost finished for the semester so hopefully there will be more updates shortly :D

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Five Years: Chapter 12 (The End)

Chapter 12:

“You okay, Betts?” 

Betty shook herself from her thoughts and turned her head to the left to see Jughead, bathed in the red and blue lights of the squad cars, approaching her with a furrowed brow. He pulled her into a hug when she didn’t answer, his arms surrounding her in warmth. She let his scent envelop her, calming her scattered thoughts and fully bringing reality back into focus. 

“Yeah, just... I don’t... I’m sorry, Juggie...” she whispered, hugging him to her even tighter.

“Hey whoa, Betts,” Jughead lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes, “what could you possibly be sorry for?”

“I don’t know, Jug. I think I’m just frustrated. I don’t want this to be the rest of our lives, you know? Always one step behind them with no clues to go on, constantly looking over our shoulders and being paranoid that someone is watching us. I miss our little boy so much and we’re still no closer to having him back home and--” she choked, tears spilling from her eyes.

“Baby, stop- breathe. I promised you we’d catch them, and we will. We aren’t completely without leads; we just have to hold on a little longer, okay? Can you do that for me, Betts?” Jughead asked, searching her eyes as he caressed her cheek.

“Yeah...” Betty replied. She pressed her forehead to Jughead’s chest, the feel of his hands rubbing her back soothing her. “Yeah, I can do that, Jug. I’m just so exhausted... And between watching Ethel flay Mr. Svenson in living color and the suffocating feeling I’ve had over me these last few years, I just lose my head sometimes, ya know?” 

“We all go a little mad sometimes, Betts,” he quoted softly, brushing his hand through her hair.

“Really, Juggie? Hitchcock references at a time like this?” Betty scoffed, pulling back to swat his arm lightly as he chuckled under his breath. He buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath, centering himself. 

“You know me, Betts. Pop culture references are how I deal with traumatic events.” 

“That’s one hell of an understatement, Jones.”

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Read The Final Chapter On AO3

Or Start At The Beginning

(It's only taken me one year, three months, and ten days to finally have this chapter complete but whose counting, amiright? -Bina 💜)

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Old Jughead promotional shoots posted today

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#new Bughead first kiss footage in the year 2022?!?!   #I think that’s very sexy of Riverdale   #but not as sexy/emotional/everything as Bughead kissing

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Surprise!

My bughead pregnancy prompts became a fic of their own...

Read chapter one here!

More coming soon!

You know I LOVE parenting Bughead 💖

@crazymisscarly this one is for you ❤️

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~consistency~

Again what year is it in Riverdale.

They have cell phones yet he is calling Archie on this phone?

Does he have to call the switchboard first?

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Betty Cooper's Compendium of Kisses

For Bughead Appreciation Week, the prompt was kisses.

She patted the couch cushion and her daughter dragged reluctantly over to throw herself down beside her, long arms and legs sprawling. Betty smiled. Her father had had the same growth spurt and the resemblance to a baby giraffe was touchingly familiar.

“Honey, we need to talk,” she said as her sulky girl huffed and closed her eyes as if in pain. Betty couldn’t be mad. Those dark lashes brushing her cheek made her heart ache with love, for her girl and for the man who she had made her with and who had given her the dark curls and the striking blue eyes.

“Mom, it was nothing. Really, just nothing. We weren’t doing anything.”

“Okay. I believe you. I trust you. But I hope it wasn’t nothing. Kisses mean something, my darling, or at least they should. My first kiss…” “Ew, mom, stop. Gross!”

“Listen, my first kiss was with your dad. I was fifteen.”

“God, that’s sort of pathetic. And, I’m fifteen. So you have no right…”

“I’m not yelling am I? I’m giving you the benefit of some life experience. So your dad kissed me when we were fifteen. And that was that. I was done for. It changed my whole life. So, if you aren’t ready to have your whole life changed, maybe don’t start giving away kisses. Start kissing when you simply can’t not. And when that happens, come to me and we’ll talk about …”

“Ewww, no, stop. I can’t hear this. Oh my God mom, you are like so totally… ewww,” her daughter fled the room, her combat boots thudding on the stairs like a whole SWAT team.

Betty would save the rest of the talk about kisses for another time, for when her daughter had her heart broken or when she broke someone’s heart, for when she needed to know that everything would work together for good if you waited long enough.

No-one had ever troubled to give her the talk and sometimes it seemed to Betty that she had learned about kisses in completely the wrong order. A girl’s first kiss should be awkward, a little embarrassing. There should be a clash of teeth, maybe some drool, confusion about what to do with your tongue, a nose smush. It should be thrilling, of course, because it meant that you were on the brink of something, new vistas of experience opening before you, new possible yous being made manifest but it shouldn’t be life changing, earth shattering, epoch making, like her first kiss had been.

Her first kiss had happened unexpectedly. “Also…” he’d said before he kissed her. She knew what it meant, that “also.” It meant, “Also, by the way, I’m the answer. Whatever the question is, here I am, settling the matter. It’s me that you’ve been waiting for, whether or not you noticed that you were waiting. It was always me. It always will be.” He kissed her like he was powerless not to. The kiss possessed his body. When it was done, he exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath his whole life. And that was that.

She hadn’t known if it was like that for everyone. She had nothing to compare it to. Their kiss had made a promise, a declaration, an exchange of I for we, it was an understanding that the future was us not me.

And then, a different kiss, a kiss that she very much hoped that her daughter would never have to give. This one, given in a forest, had been soft and tender, sad and hopeless, a farewell kiss, gently placed on the uninjured side of his beautiful, ruined brow. Her lips had been stained with his blood, she could taste it for days, a tang of metal, like a penny on the tongue, the fee for the ferryman. The kisses that she had been giving and receiving since that first day had given him her heart and now he would take it with him to the grave. To have her heart lying dead inside her chest, a cold, heavy stone, was more pain than she could bear, more fear that she could have imagined, greater suffering than anyone could endure.

And then he came back. But their kisses were different after that.

At first she tried to kiss him in the old way but she knew too much about pain and loss now. Her whole soul passed to him when she put her mouth on his, she could keep nothing back. When her lips touched his, she flinched a little because she knew what was at stake. To be so free with everything she was invited danger. He hadn’t meant to leave her, he would never have been so cruel, and yet she had seen what it was to lose her essence, to be adrift without hope, and so she began to fear.

She had told her daughter that her father had been her first kiss but not that his were not her only kisses. She had found someone else who she could kiss in a new way, a way that engaged her body but left her soul intact, a way that didn’t touch her heart. She could protect herself, keep something of herself back, hold herself at a safe remove, disengaged. These were the kisses she wanted to keep her daughter safe from, because they gave an illusion of connection but they never satisfied, never gave what was really needed, the compassion and regard of real love. They were trivial and self serving.

When he discovered that she had found these new kisses, she had lost everything. Then there had been yet another kind of kiss. She had tried to force her heart and soul onto his unwilling lips, tried desperately to find the connection that had been sundered, that she had ripped apart. He was dead again in her embrace, his heart was now the cold stone that hers had been. She was too weak to look at the confusion in his eyes, to witness him try to respond to her with his dead heart, with his broken soul.

After that, for years her kisses were exchanges, a little pleasure given for a little received, a little ease, a little affection. They were meagre things, bland and unremarkable. If she hadn’t know what it was to kiss him and be kissed by him they would have sufficed. As it was they served only to emphasise what had been lost.

The last kind of kiss was the best. It was the kiss that was given after all the pain and sadness. It was the kiss that said that they had searched everywhere for what they had first found when they were fifteen but they had learned that it could be found only in each other’s arms. It was the kiss that made their beautiful girl. It was the kiss that made their home, that sustained them both through every day, that made each night a joy and comfort. It was the same as the first kiss but this time they knew what it signified and how fortunate they were to have discovered it. It was, quite simply, true love.

“Home!” he yelled from the back porch. “Womenfolk, I return!” She shook her head. His taste for the dramatic never waned.

She headed to the door to embrace him, hearing her daughter’s tread on the stair. “She had her first kiss today,” she whispered.

“Where is he? I’m going to kill him!” he said, staring around wildly.

“She, Jug. It’s a she,” she murmured and watched him struggle to process as his baby girl came into the hallway.

He shook his head with a chuckle and pulled them into his arms and placed a kiss on both their heads.

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i just want you all to know that i can't tell the difference between anyone's real spoiler posts from shitposts right now

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Betty woke to an empty bed, sheets pressed on her skin.

“Jug?” She croaked, arms extending to feel anything that indicated her boyfriend was there. Nothing. She then turned to lay on her back, eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the room and in between blurred vision she a dark form above her.

“Good morning!” She heard and had she processed the voice sooner to be Jughead’s, she wouldn’t have gone with her usual instinct of hitting him in the face with her palm with a yelp.

Jughead groaned and before Betty could sit up to check on him he quickly shook his head and went back to his initial position of hovering above her, now with arms to her sides while he sat on the edge of the bed, clad in boxers.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were looking for me,” He laughed it off with a blush as Betty ran her hand on his cheek. He seemed to be in a very good mood for someone who had just been hit in the face. He looked pretty, too, Betty thought and proceeded to apologise.

“Does it hurt?” She asked.

“No,” Jughead laughed once more. “By the way, I made breakfast.”

Betty then smiled, pulling him down for a kiss.