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what a drama queen. he's even got the crown to prove it.

He’s so extra lmao. I’m fucking deadddd

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I AM NOT EQUIPPED FOR THIS

i acrually can’t believe it’s in 20 mins???? are u kidding me??? i made it through the long ass hiatus??? it’s here?? it’s really the 11th? amazing. i’m suddenly not ready

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beauty

betty cooper in every episode - chapter thirteen: the sweet hereafter  

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love this chick

13 Sep 1996 ❦  21 things Lili Pauline Reinhart (@lilireinhart) loves which we love about her as she turns 21. It’s already Sept 13th in some parts of the world so just Wishing this lovely kindhearted, hard working, goofy, gorgeous, multi-talented, selfless, witty, strong, inspirational and bubbly blonde eyed beauty the happiest of birthdays as she reaches a milestone in her life ~ May she continue to persevere and strive for her goals and dreams in life and receive all the love that she deserves in return while staying grounded and humble surrounded by the people she loves. <3 

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oh sweet baby jesus we have been blessed

Cole Sprouse for L'Uomo Vogue

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AGAIN. I KNOW. but i really wanted to do silly little write ups with our cherished riverdale characters. SO! send me a number of the quote and I'll write up a little something to go along with it. please please please. don't be afraid to send one in, I'm super bored and in a writing mood. <3

101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter? ”

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?” 16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door? ”

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

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ALSO ((i know so much activity this never happens)) I wanted to do some questions about riverdale bc that's what we're all about over here. lots of love <3

Riverdale Asks

Send a number and see what my Riverdale opinions are!

Favorite couple?

Least favorite couple?

Favorite parent?

Least favorite parent?

Who did you want to kill Jason?

Favorite episode?

Favorite moment?

Favorite quote?

Who is the most annoying character?

If you could be one of the Riverdale characters, who’d you pick?

If you had to join football, cheerleading, Blue & Gold, or the party planning committee (?) which would you pick?

Who is more of an asshole: Cheryl or Reggie?

What character makes your skin crawl?

Would you rather have Veronica or Betty as your BFF?

Would you rather date Archie or Jughead?

What is the least likely scenario in the whole show?

Favorite scene at Pop’s?

Favorite sarcastic Jug quote?

Would you rather be trapped in a room with Alice Cooper or Penelope Blossom?

Would you actually befriend any of the characters on the show?

Would you support Archie’s music career?

Who do you think should get more screen time in season two?

Who deserves less screen time in season two?

Any unpopular opinions?

Bughead or Barchie?

Veronica and Archie or Betty and Jughead?

Kevin and Moose or Kevin and Joaquin?

What are your thoughts on Polly?

Any predictions on season two?

If you had to kill off another character, who would it be?

Would you have helped the gang (minus Archie, lbh) investigate Jason’s murder?

Should Hermione be with Fred or stick with Hiram?

Favorite parent-couple?

Was Archie’s relationship with Ms. Grundy actually worth the multiple episodes??

Watch a movie with Jug at The Twilight or drink a milkshake with him at Pop’s?

Who’s the real DILF? 

Who’s the real MILF?

WHO THE FUCK SHOT FRED

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hey guys! I haven’t really done any personal stuff and with all these amazing new followers, I thought I would give it a big ‘ole stab. feel free to ask other questions that aren’t listed - I’m ready to be grilled and served on a platter. as always, love yall and I hope you have an amazing day/night!

ASK AWAY

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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OH MY GOD THIS IS A MASTERPIECE WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK FRACK

I hate him. He loves me

I push against him, hips snapping together, heavy fingers leaving bruises on the exposed skin of my waist. Friction, burning, stinging friction. I’m angry, so angry even the warmth of his lips on my bruised neck isn’t a distraction.

He’s in his boxers, dark black against perfectly placed white lace. He’s pushing me, my name tumbling from his lips, barely audible as he moans into my skin

“Betts…Betts please.”

No. I hate him, he loves me.

My fingers tangle in the mess of curls on top of his head, I’m pulling too hard, but he likes it. He likes everything I do. I don’t want space, I want bee stung lips and breathy moans. He holds me closer, I want to cry.

I hate him. He loves me.

I’m sliding his boxers down achingly slow, the heat pools in my stomach and I stare for a moment. Jughead Jones is perfect, every freckle and mole I know all too well. He’s pushing the damp blonde strands out of my face, his fingers stroking my cheeks, my lips, my eyes.

“I missed you. I love you. I need you.”

His hands dip lower, unsteady hands carefully peeling away lace. There’s no hesitation, we’re both ready, always so ready.

I rock against him. This will be the last time.

I said that last time.

He’s gasping, I’m floating.

I hate him. He loves me.

I’m coming down and he’s flying up. My eyes catch sight of the familiar leather jacket hanging on the seat beside his bed.

He groans, deep and guttural, lips dropping to press into mine. I take what I can get, I take it all But it’s never enough.

And then it’s over.

I’ve surprised him this time when I roll off of the bed, pulling my cheerleading skirt on and tying my hair up.

“What.. where are you going?”

“Home.” I whisper into the quiet trailer, lacing my sneakers.

“What did I do? Talk to me baby please.” He’s desperate, heartbreakingly confused.

My knees are unsteady, heart is aching. I’m not ready to say goodbye.

I hate him. He loves me.

“I can’t do this anymore.” It’s simple. 5 words.

He’s crawling across the bed, silk sheet pooling around his waist.

“It wasn’t good for you? I can make it better, I was selfish, let me show you how much I love you.” His long fingers shakily press against my bare back, pulling me back into the bed, untying my sneakers slowly.

I’m staring at the ceiling “You don’t love me.” It’s a whisp of a whisper, more to me than my love.

He hears, so in tune to every little piece of me, his eyes are wide and he’s tugging me to sit, he wants to talk, wants to know.

I hate him. He loves me.

“I love you. Don’t ever think that I don’t. How can you say that?”

I’m laughing now, bitter and sad as my eyes catch sight of the jacket. He reaches for me, turning my head to his, hands cupping my cheeks.

“No. no baby. Not yet, I can’t leave them yet. They need me.”

I’m still laughing, tears streaming down my cheeks and though his fingers

“I need you.”

He’s pulling me on to his lap, I’ve always been safe here, this is my safe place.

“You have me baby.”

I want to get away, feel for the mattress but I can’t move. I won’t move.

“I have a part of you. It’s not enough. Not anymore.”

There’s no more laughing.

I hate him. He loves me.

“You have all of me. Always. I’ll give you whatever you want, I’ll give you everything.”

He’s crying, I’m crying.

My fists are clenched but he sees that too, pulls my palms up to kiss.

“No. no. I love you.”

I run my fingers over his cheeks, rub my nose over his.

“I love you so much I hate you.”

He’s nodding, easing me back into the bed, unzipping my cheerleading skirt.

“I know.”

I love him. He loves me.

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oh my god

“You’re the one that I want” 💙💛

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Cherry Bomb - A Bughead Fanfic Part 4/??

after taking a break for a while, I decided to continue this. I’m sorry it has been so long, and I’m sorry if it isn’t what you guys were hoping for. thank you so much if you’re reading this, and I really hope you enjoy it! <3 anyways, without further ado…

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Betty stood before her antique, white-colored desk, glancing at her tall reflection with a little frown. After returning to her house, Betty’s mother ninja attacked her with questions on her whereabouts. Even though Betty had told her exactly where she was going and what she was doing. It’s like every time the prodigy mechanic/journalist waltzed through that red door, Alice was waiting like a predator, ready to pounce on its mostly innocent prey.

Still, the blonde teen had somehow managed to wiggle out of her mother’s ferocious interrogation like she always did. She slipped out of her greasy work clothes (an oil-stained tank top and cuffed blue jeans) and pulled on a pale, baby blue t-shirt which tucked smoothly into a cream pleated skirt. Betty nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt, uneasy with her fashion choice. Although, she could hardly consider it her fashion choice. Her mother was so controlling that she went to the length of reining over Betty’s wardrobe. While Betty could pick a limited number of garments, they still had to be approved by the strict fashion police, which just so happened to be Alice (who assigned that role to herself, of course). It was pretty insane, really. It was like that woman wanted to cover up Betty’s every flaw, polishing over it with preppy clothing - which only made Betty’s imperfections even more present. Alice was a control freak, not only over herself, but over everyone close to her. She had to be perfect, they had to be the perfect family.

That was one of the multiple reasons Betty was so self-conscious, and one of the reasons her job was so great (she actually enjoyed her work clothes, they fit her style better). She felt like the clothes Alice picked out didn’t fit her personality whatsoever. Still, she had to maintain the whole ‘perfect, good girl’ thing - at least, that’s what her mother said. Of course, those weren’t her exact words, what she actually said was ‘you have to look clean and tidy Betty, appearing organized is attractive.’ Yet, that was the one thing Betty wasn’t, and hasn’t been for a long time. The only reason Alice allowed Betty to wear her work clothes was because, hey were, in fact, for work. Plus, it’s not like Betty could do oil changes and tune-ups in a skirt. Even then, it took a lot of pleading and persuading to get her mom to let up - and she was still bitter about it. Whenever the topic of Betty’s job was brought up, her mother would make a sour expression - pursing her lips into a pout as if she tasted a tart lemon. Alice didn’t care for Betty’s part-time occupation - as if that wasn’t obvious - but it made money, and for that, the stuck-up woman couldn’t complain. 

It didn’t help that whenever Betty reluctantly agreed to going to the mall with Ronnie, <i>every time, it was like torture. Her best friend would urge her to buy something for herself, squealing about how good it would look on her. And Betty would be tempted, simply because it would feel so good to do something for herself for once - to buy something she would feel confident in, something she could wear and feel like Betty.

One time, Ronnie had managed to drag Betty to the mall since she needed some good digs. The pair had strolled from shop to shop, Veronica’s hands getting even more full with every stop. It turned out when the posh, raven-haired girl had said shoes, she meant an entire closet. At one point, they stopped at a shop because Ronnie had seen a dress on display that she ‘simply had to have’. Something on a rack had caught the Betty’s eye - a leather jacket the color of sunset in autumn when the days are on the brink of becoming shorter. She had even allowed her yearnings to take her as far as trying it on.

Looking in the mirror, Betty felt like a new person. Someone so self-assured and confident, she didn’t even recognize herself. She fell in love with the item immediately. When Veronica saw her in it, she went mad, jumping about and screaming her approval. But, much to Ronnie’s disappointment. Betty didn’t commit to it. Betty would never cave, simply because if she actually did give in to temptation and purchase something she craved, Alice would have a heart attack, but not before throwing a fit and disowning her. Betty wasn’t ready to stir that pot, not yet.

Clothes shouldn’t be used as an excuse for being shy, or anxious, but it was just one of the numerous things that Betty wished she could change about herself. So, as Betty silently judged herself before her mirror, she worried over the upcoming events of the evening that had yet to take place. She had told a bit of her past interactions with Jughead to Veronica, although, the girl had been too tied up with Reggie to give much insight. Betty had summarized the Pop’s scene, and the motorcycle fix-up, but she left out the whole drive-in scenario. She felt like that was kind of personal for Jughead, and it wouldn’t be fair of her to gossip about his family issues and whatnot. Veronica was still excited about Betty actually interacting with the male species. The social butterfly seemed to think she gave the best advice (she broadcasted it so often), and multiple times before, she had told Betty that she’s ‘missing out’ and should ‘get some action’.

Romance had never been Betty’s top priority, and she wasn’t sure if it ever would be. There had been one time, back way when - when she still played on the playground, and jumped in puddles, and climbed trees. When everything was easier and the world was still a mystery. All her childhood, Betty had pined for the boy next door, who just now happened to be her co-worker. The good-hearted ginger had been the love of her life, the one she devoted her first story to. He had been her prince charming, her knight in shining armor, her happy ever after. It was cliché, and it was pure, and it was foolish - so, so foolish. Young Betty thought he hung the moon and painted the sky, but when she couldn’t handle the tremendous weight of the truth that hung over her shoulders, everything changed.

Freshman year, Betty confessed. She had decided to do it in a public place, thinking maybe it would be easier to do it that way. When it finally came down to it, and she released the secret out in the air for all to know, Archie had brushed it away like a speck of dust. He didn’t return her feelings, apologizing for it. He gave her all he could, words of consolation, but none of it matched up to what she had given him, the one thing she had to call her own - her heart. Betty had never been so broken. After Archie had said his piece, Betty kept up her composure like she always did, but as soon as she excused herself politely and got herself to a private place, she let it all out. It was when she first started using her pain as a release, sinking her nails into the flesh of her palms. It had taken months for the blonde to talk to Archie again, but since they began to work together, Betty had to get over her grudges and adorn her perfect smile.

Betty was sure that the next time she would see Veronica, the dark-haired girl would be all over her, asking for info and details about this ‘mysterious boy’. That would be hard to answer when Betty hardly knew how she felt herself. She literally just met the brooding Serpent in the last 24 hours, and still, he was occupying a large quadrant of her mind that she should be using for writing articles and other things. Betty kept telling herself the reason she was thinking about him so often was because she was about to -possibly - see him again. She didn’t let herself think about how interesting he was, with the classic, dark style. She didn’t let herself ponder about his quirky beanie that appeared to be glued to his inky locks.

Betty quietly made her way out of her room, tip toeing down the wooden stairs with focused caution. Maybe, just maybe, this once, she would be able to escape the house without her mother butting in. But…as predicted, the woman with the hearing of a bat appeared. Abruptly, Alice slithered right before Betty’s path. Betty gasped in surprise, which nearly snowballed into a frustrated scream. She curled her fingers tightly, feeling them fit perfectly into the familiar crescents on her palms which have been worn in after years of pent up emotions screaming to break free. Betty continued to clench her hands into fists, gritting her teeth as her nails dug into the tender flesh. Betty forced a fake smile, eyes hard.

“Where are you going? It’s late,” Alice snapped in a curt tone. 

“I’m going over to Pop’s with Veronica. We wanted to catch up over a milkshake,” Betty lied smoothly, this wasn’t her first time. Lying wasn’t bad when it was for the greater good, right? This article was important, and Jughead needed an explanation on some things. Plus, she had to see him again, especially after the latest interaction. Betty had the urge to make sure he was okay, or, at least in decent condition. He had looked so crushed before, nothing like his usual cocky self.

Alice gave her a skeptical look, eyes squinting as she looked her daughter over. Betty shifted her weight from foot to foot, impatient for her answer. God, did this woman know how to torture people. Finally, Alice gave Betty a begrudging nod, signaling her release. “Fine, but you have to be back by no later than 11:00,” Alice ordered, wagging a threatening finger in Betty’s face. While most children would groan at the early curfew, eleven was pretty flexible considering who Betty’s mother was. Betty gave her mother a genuine grin in response, bouncing to the door. She left with a little wave, ponytail swinging as she shut the door and skipped down the stairs. Betty hopped into her red Camaro, waking it up with the turn of her keys. It was a ten minute drive to Pop’s, but that day it felt like an hour since her nerves were so high.

When Betty arrived, she rushed out of her rickety car to the front door of the diner. She had to calm herself before opening the door, her hands were shaking with anticipation. Betty scolded herself for the way she was acting, you would think she was about to go skydiving or something. She took a deep breath as she scoured the inside of the building, ignoring all the people who weren’t wearing a crown like beanie. Jughead wasn’t there yet, after glancing around the room three times, she finally gave up and sat down at a booth by herself. Betty reached up and separated her ponytail into two parts, pulling them apart to make it tighter. The little act soothed her a bit, making her feel more put together.

After fifteen minutes, Betty started to become antsy again. She bounced her leg under the table, causing the seat to shake. A woman on the other side of the seat, sharing the booth opposite from her turned around to give the distressed girl an annoyed stare. Betty ducked her head, immediately putting a halt to the vibrating. She apologized hastily, only to find Jughead sitting on the other side of the booth when she turned back around. Betty let out a little gasp, bonking her knee against the table when she jumped, heart racing. A hand flew to her chest, as if she could steady her uneven pulse by pressing a hand to her heart. Jughead’s eyebrows inclined in inquiry and slight amusement, a small smirk charming his brooding features.

Betty scowled at him, wondering just how he materialized out of thin air. “What are you? A magician?” Betty barked in irritation, heaving a huge sigh. Jughead leaned back retrospectively, crossing his arms over his chest, smirk growing wider. Although, his notorious cheeky grin wasn’t as authentic as it usually was. Betty chided herself for noting the difference, she was just supposed to be here to talk about the article, not get invested in his emotions. Once again, she had to remind herself that she had only just met him the other day.

“Actually, I’m a wizard,” Jughead corrected sarcastically, but his voice was slightly gravelly - as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep that morning and his exhaustion stuck with him all day.

Betty rolled her green eyes, shaking her head, which caused her blonde ponytail to swish back and forth. She tried not to let her mild concern show. Jughead leaned forward, resting his crossed, leather-clad arms on the table. The weary smirk left his face, suddenly becoming serious, and just a bit sullen - another emotion which Betty regretfully noted. Jughead was the first to speak again, addressing the elephant in the room. “So, why did you tell me to come here, Betty?” Jughead inquired, staring her down with his slate grey eyes. A shiver walked down Betty’s spine without her authority and she shrugged, unable to form words while staring into his gaze. She looked away, trying to grasp a coherent sentence, but the slippery words didn’t want to piece together.

“I’m writing an article on the drive-in and its shut down. I wanted to ask you some questions, but not before filling you in on what I know. After what happened before…” Betty trailed off hesitantly, before continuing. “I just thought you’d like to hear some things, I don’t know how much you’re aware of.”

Jughead just stared at her quizzically, before nodding nonchalantly. Betty took that as a green light, and told him what she knew - about how when she went to the drive in to investigate, FP told her he was there to shoo away customers. His reasoning was so that it could be sold easier, thus meaning he could maybe get Jughead to come back home considering that was where he was staying temporarily. Betty still couldn’t get over that fact - that he had been living in a drive in by himself. It broke her heart and revealed a new part of him that she had never seen before. FP had said the buyer was anonymous, and no one knew who actually purchased he property, which was one of the major answers Betty was digging for, although, she highly doubted Jughead knew.

Betty told him about her article, and why she was writing it. She wanted to fight back against the new owner of the lot, force them to realize that there were people who didn’t want to drive in to be taken down - people who cherished memories of breezy summer nights, the musty scent of dust that was somehow comforting, classic movies that never got old, and even, the thrill of a first kiss. Jughead nodded along to her speech, which had somewhat transformed into a rant once she really got into it - her passion for the place blindingly clear. She wanted an example of someone who adored the drive in for what it was, which Jughead fit perfectly. Once she finished explaining, Betty started her casual questioning. She didn’t want him to think this was like an interrogation of sorts, so she tried to keep it light, staying away from sensitive subjects.

“So, how long have you been going to the drive-in?” Betty asked as she pulled her pen and paper out of her khaki cross-body purse. Jughead shifted in his seat, either out of discomfort or in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“We used to go when I was a kid - my family and I - ever since I could remember. It was something we did every Saturday. I guess you could call it a tradition. It was always my favorite part of the week, it was what I looked forward to. When we were actually there it always lived up to my expectations, the dirt that wedged it’s way into the crevices of our clothing no matter where you sat, the licorice twists and stale, buttery popcorn, the flickering of the projector as the wheel began to spin - most of all, the anticipation of the lights dimming and the movie starting. Back then, it seemed magical. It still is, but not for long,” Jughead relinquished in a distant voice, obviously reminiscing childhood memories, while Betty scurried to jot down each and every juicy word. It was exactly what Betty had been looking for - gold - and it was only the first question. If she hadn’t been supposed to write everything down, she’d be in awe at his way with words, almost like it was an art. To be honest, the blonde journalist was a bit envious of this skill that he kept behind closed doors. That was definitely not what she had expected from the Serpent.

Betty nodded, glad to find that her mouth hadn’t fallen open in surprise. Although, her features did display a faint hint of shock, her green eyes a tad bit wider than they had been before his recollection. Jughead was too caught up in memories of the past to notice, grey eyes stormy with clouds of time gone by. She noticed a hue of wistfulness, as if he yearned to go back to being a child. Sometimes Betty wished she could, too. Back then, everything was easier. The monsters stayed away and the world was good. That wasn’t the case anymore.  Betty cleared her throat quietly to hook Jughead’s attention, before volleying him another basic question. Yet, she figured after that detailed response he gave, she wouldn’t need much more. Betty had prepared for the brash, witty Jughead she had met not long ago - not this complex stranger sitting before her. 

“What do you think of the drive-in closing?” Betty inquired, yet the answer was obvious. Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, arching it in a way that said ‘you’re kidding, right?’ Betty bobbed her head, urging him on. She needed his response to put in the article, having a quote (especially from him) would help with stimulating the article. A waiter brought a coffee to the table, leading Betty to the conclusion that he must’ve ordered it before seating himself and startling the living daylights out of her. Jughead took a long sip, before leaning back once more and sighing deeply. He readjusted the knit beanie atop his head, then delved back into it.

“I think it’s bullshit.” Jughead stated offhandedly. Betty made a disapproving sound, glancing up from her pad to toss him a sharp glare. Jughead’s eyes were narrow slits, rolling them in frustration. “Oh, my bad. I forgot the princess was present.” Betty flinched at his words, her knuckles turning white as she harshly gripped her notebook. She hated that name, or any name similar to it. Betty was far from perfect, and far from a princess - and she despised acting like it, being someone who she wasn’t. It was like someone mixing you up with the wrong person, but thinking that’s who you were for all your life - calling you by the correct name, but with completely unrealistic expectations. The notebook was improvising as a shield for her palms, so carving her nails into the paper as a substitute of her skin would have to suffice. She bore her eyes into her notebook, staring hard at her scribbled handwriting. Noticing Betty strain, Jughead’s taut features softened just a bit. He sighed again. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you, okay? I’ve just been having a hard time is all. That doesn’t mean I have the right to let it out on you. Let’s just wrap this up,” Jughead withdrew. Betty nodded, letting out a ragged breath as she loosened her iron grip. He was right. She didn’t know how much pain he was in, especially after everything that happened to him. He had the right to be upset. Hell, he had the right to be angry, furious even. Betty knew she would be.

“You can swear, I’ll just have to censor it out. Sometimes kids read the paper, and I just don’t want them to learn new potty words from our paper, you know? Anyways, you can keep going when you want,” Betty disclosed, reasserting her pen and paper. Once she was situated, Jughead started for the last time.

“It’s unfair that the drive-in is being shut down without the consent of the town. There should be a vote of some kind, or something more democratic. I wasn’t even aware of the drive-in being sold until it was already bought, and by then, it had been too late. There are still people and families who enjoy spending time there and watching old school films that aren’t on TV anymore. If we lose this part of Riverdale, we lose a part of its charm, a part of its history. It would be a shame and a waste and I find it revolting that someone could tear it down without batting an eye at what’s at stake,” Jughead huffed out. He hadn’t realized he was leaning so far forward that he was practically out of his seat until he reeled himself out of his second rant, this one much more vehement. He seated himself rightfully again, leaning against the window and looking out of it until Betty finished writing.

When Betty was done, she glanced up to stare at Jughead, completely in awe. This was the last thing she had expected from him, and she was delightfully surprised. She found her heart beating rapidly against her chest, enthralled by his fierce drive and motivation - much similar to hers. Betty had the sudden desire to pull him close to her, comfort them both in a way that they both so desperately desired. Yet, she fought her immediate urges to get close to him, instead putting up her notebook and pen. When she finished, she called out to him to get his fragmented attention.

“I’m gonna go…” Betty trailed off, wanting to add so many things. Like, ‘when can I see you again?’ and ‘will you be okay?’ and ‘you’re attractive,’ but instead she went with “This article should be finished soon. I’m planning on finishing it either later tonight or tomorrow morning. Should I let you know when it’s done?” 

Jughead shrugged coolly, then nodded. “Sure, why not. Maybe I’ll swing by, say, at 8:00 in the morning? Is that enough time?” He asked in a way that almost made it sound like a date. It was foolish and hopeless, especially considering the circumstances and the fact that it totally was not a date, but Betty’s feeble heart twirled around, doing a little dance. She grinned a little too much, beaming somewhat, and Jughead tried so hard not to give her his melting heart right on the spot - but, as it turned out, it was already hers anyways.

Betty stood up, gathering her things. She faltered, hesitating before the booth as unspoken words that needed to be said filled her head. She had so many things to tell him, so many things to ask him, but none would pass her lips. Jughead attempted to help her out, giving her a curious look. 

“Is there something else?” Jughead asked.

“I just wanted to…uh…thank you for coming here. You didn’t have to, but you did anyways, and that was nice of you. So…thanks,” Betty blurted out, her words all rushed and stumbling over each other. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind of saying, but at least it wasn’t something completely idiotic.

Jughead smiled, really smiled, and it was the first time Betty had ever seen that genuine expression light up his dark features. It was all teeth and bright eyes, lopsided just a bit to the point where he nearly resembled a puppy. It made her knees weak, her stomach lurch out of her abdomen, and her heart go ricocheting all over the place - throbbing like crazy. Betty’s breath hitched, and she prayed to everything good that it wasn’t audible. He shrugged again, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Only for you, Bets. Trust me, I wouldn’t have come if it were anyone else. I know the drive-in’s in good hands with you,” Jughead vouched, his face and words both capsized by honesty. Betty wanted to throw her arms around him, and squeal with glee at the same time. She was so flustered, and the red blush burning her cheeks and neck spoke for itself. Those words meant the world to her, and for whatever reason, it meant even more coming from him. It felt so amazing to have his approval, yet she had been so unaware of it. Betty couldn’t hide the goofy, but slightly shy smile from spreading across her face heated. 

“Thanks, Juggie. That means a lot,” Betty affirmed, unable to keep the giddy grin off her face. She wanted a way to show him just how much it meant to her. Betty fumbled around for a moment, just standing there as she tried to find a way to display her heartfelt emotions. On a whim, she leaned quickly leaned forward and pecked a chaste kiss on his cheek, just above one of his cute moles. She gave him a bright smile and dashed away before her action could register to either of them. When his brain started functioning again, the stupidest smile took ahold of Jughead’s face. Even as he walked out to his bike, it wouldn’t go away. She had kissed him, Betty had kissed him. His world was crashing down around him, but none of that mattered. Betty was there, and she was everything he could imagine and more. She was his light, and he was so ready to blindly follow it to the end of the world.

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You wrote this story Cherry Bomb and I wanted to ask if you have the link to the gifset it was based on?

yes! here. so sorry it took me so long to answer!

also! that next part should be out soon if anyone is still interested. once again, sorry that's taking so long as well. I'm being pretty awful about my upkeep with things. please forgive me!

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Of course I’m ok with that!

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if you hate betty cooper, get away from me. 

if you hate betty cooper for being in a relationship with jughead jones, get away from me. if you hate betty cooper for moving past her lifelong crush on archie after he rejected her, get away from me. especially when you’d be fine praising another female character for getting over an obsessive crush. you’d be praising her for being strong and independent, telling her she deserves better and doesn’t need a man like that. 

if you hate betty cooper for the dark betty moment, something where she was not in full control of her mental health because of a clearly underlying issue, get away from me. if you hate betty cooper for dissociating and calling chuck Jason, get away from me. get far far away from me. 

if you hate betty cooper because archie appears “demonized” for rejecting her, get away from me. archie fucking andrews treated not only betty, but also veronica, valerie, and cheryl horribly. it’s not just betty. if you deem it appropriate to hate on a girl who moved on instead of a boy who thinks he can dip his hand in every honey pot in the whole damn town without consequences, get away from me. if you’d rather praise Archie for his disgusting disrespectful behaviour toward every single woman he’s been romantically involved with so far, get away from me. if you think Archie’s madonna-whore complex, and simplified, incorrect view of Betty as a person is appropriate and right, get away from me. if you hate Betty cooper for shutting down Archie trying to say he always though they’d be together because you’re in favour of b*rchie endgame, get away from me.

if you hate Betty cooper for not fitting the stereotypical mold of a “girl next door,” the simplified, frankly disgustingly trivial and misogynistic view of a one sided character from a comic series originally directed at preteens, get away from me. if you hate the idea of her being strong, independent, and away from archie-hot mess-andrews, get away from me. 

if you hate betty cooper for developing beyond that horrible image of perfection forced on her, get away from me. especially when her character development from episode 1 to 13 was phenomenal. everyone likes to use immature Betty from episode 1 as an example, but guess what? she grew past that, got into a mature loving relationship, and is no longer at all interested in archie, or under her mother’s thumb. speaking of which, if you hate Betty cooper for standing up to her mother, who was originally a very totalitarian, controlling, helicopter parent, because you think it’s “disrespectful,” get away from me.

you think it’s unfair that b*rchie aren’t together? you know what’s unfair? that you’re in favour of erasing betty’s development to twist it into your ship which is unhealthy for both parties involved. 

since we’re on the topic of ships, if you hate betty cooper for being visibly uncomfortable after being kissed by veronica, get away from me. if you hate betty cooper for being with jughead jones instead of veronica lodge, get away from me. If you think she “rejected veronica’s romantic advance” when veronica kissed her without her consent, when her face screamed “do not go through with this,” get away from me. what veronica did was really disgusting.

if you hate betty cooper for trying to do something she thought would make her boyfriend happy, by throwing him a small party, and if you blame betty for throwing it, instead of archie for letting everyone in without any care or concern for his lifelong so called best friend, get far far away from me.

also, if you loved betty cooper at all, you wouldn’t be okay with betty and archie being together. you would not be okay with that. i’m sorry but if you ship b*rchie, you don’t love betty. i’m sorry but if you loved her, you wouldn’t be okay with that. that’s just how it is. leave beautiful betty cooper alone and stay the hell away from me.

so if you hate betty fucking cooper for any of that, if you hate a strong independent woman who grew past her mother’s influence, an unhealthy crush, and got into a relationship with someone who LOVES AND ACCEPTS HER FOR WHO SHE IS, get far far away from me.