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raintherainywriter · 5 years

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Au where Betty works at the register, Jug with his dad and Chic is Betty's real brother. Alice sent him to the sisters when she found out about him obsessed with Betty

It had been a long day of work at the Register. Who could say that writing the newspaper of such a small town could be so exhausting?

I guess if there was something interesting to talk about from time to time, it wouldn't be so horrible ...

Betty thought, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion as she took the keys out of her purse and pushed it into the lock, struggling until she heard a clean "click."

Betty Cooper, you've won a delicious and loaded glass of delicious wine with a movie and blanket. She urged, allowing herself to draw a smile on her lips as she closed the front door and left the keys and purse on the table by the entrance.

Her clothes seemed to have turned to pure marble while shedding them with great weariness; hanging her coat on the rack and getting rid of her boots as she walked towards the kitchen.

I could prepare some cheese... Cheddar? Camembert...?

Betty licked her lips, closing her eyes to surrender to the tentative imagination that drew the delicious smell of her appetizer.

When she reached the kitchen, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket, leaving it on the countertop as she undid her ponytail too, dropping her lush, golden hair in waves over her small shoulders. Her scalp seemed to have an orgasm when the tension dissipated, a sweet surge of pleasure spreading across the length and breadth of her head.

And maybe I could watch a movie.– She thought, approaching the pantry first to get a clean, shiny glass cup and then go to the fridge and open it to take out the bottle of wine. -Casablanca, Gone with the wind ...

Betty opened the bottle of wine with an iconic and glorious "pop", tilting the bottle over the lips of the glass and watching the scarlet thread fill the transparency of the container.

Absentmindedly, she looked up at the kitchen clock hanging on the wall in front, on the countertop. It was eleven o'clock at night, but it seemed to be the morning itself. She had been trapped in the Register all day and couldn't be more tired.

Taking her cup, lazy, she walked (or, rather, dragged) to the living room. Nothing was visible on the other side of the windows; and not because the blinds were down, but because the street was extremely dark. You wouldn't see anything if it weren't for the streetlights, which barely illuminated four meters.

Betty reached out as she leaned over the table to catch up the remote, taking the glass to her lips. Returning to lean against the back of the couch, Betty turned on the DVD, giving play to the next movie on the list recorded on one of the few albums that she managed to take from home without her mother noticing.

Soon, the producer's logo appeared on the screen, illuminating the room and highlighting the features on the tired face of Betty, who was taking another shot of her drink.

As the film progressed, Betty began to gain sleep, feeling as her eyelids began to weigh and her eyes were closing little by little. She could barely hear the dialogues of the film, and she felt her head drop to the side, without will or control.

Suddenly, Betty flinched on the couch when she heard someone knock firmly on the door: three clear, dry blows. Three. Knock, knock, knock.

Frowning, and forcing herself to regain her common heartbeat, Betty turned on her own shaft to look over her shoulder, confused, waiting for whoever was outside, to knock again.

Nothing. Silence, absolute silence.

You dreamed it... "She told herself, rearranging herself on the couch, sinking her hand behind her back, searching for her phone. Nothing. Shit, it's in the kitchen.– She cursed, growling as she stood up.

Betty wasn't afraid of living alone; She wasn't like her mother, who, despite her heartless beast shell, was terrified of being left alone at home, even more so during the night or during a storm. "Even more so when Southside is a bridge away ..." She explained once, making Betty roll her eyes in exasperation.

»However, Betty was still not especially a fan of starring in a perfect horror movie scene.

Maybe it was from the movie. The volume was a little high...– She tried to convince herself, driving away (or, trying) the dark ones fruits of her imagination.

Betty reached the kitchen, quickly grabbing the phone to return to the living room; She didn't know why, but she didn't like to stay in the dark in a room. She felt...

Observed

Betty returned to the living room, unlocking her phone to distract herself with Instagram, letting the brightness partially blind her, feeling grateful to be more awake than ever.

@ aarchie.andrewss liked your post

@chic.watson is now following you

@chic.watson has left a comment on your post

Betty clicked on the last notification, dropping on the couch again. The movie kept playing, far from her interest.

@chic.watson: You look tired

Betty felt her pulse slowly freeze; her breathing stirred, her mind went blank with a single thought hovering over her head.

"You look tired."

Betty swallowed, still unable to look away from the screen. And, more specifically, from the comment.

"Calm down Betty, for sure it's a coincidence, you can't get paranoid and start thinking nonsense ..." She told herself, in a soft tone, which inside shivered with pure panic. "Calm down, everything is fine."

Betty repeated that phrase in her head like a mantra, over and over again, as she scolded herself for having an accelerated pulse.

Click

The lock of the entrance.

Betty felt a chill run through her body like an electric current; Cold sweats now suffocating her.

She looked, wide-eyed, at the entrance door.

Her heart would be thrown from her chest at any time.

Bpum ... Bpum ... Bpum ...

She felt the pulse in her temples, suffocating her.

Betty got up slowly, her gaze now fixed on where the door should be. Her steps were slow and cautious, but not for that reason.

It is a coincidence. It is a coincidence. It is a coincidence.

Betty swallowed, feeling her throat completely dry as she slowly approached the door, reaching out, barely able to see, until she reached the doorknob.

It was closed. Completely locked.

You see? It's all in your imagination, Cooper. You're tired and it's late, your head is playing tricks on you ...

Betty rubbed her eyes, defeated. Maybe her inner voice was right. Maybe she was exhausted and everything was the result of her imagination. Maybe.

Maybe.

Betty stepped back slowly, rubbing her temples in a desperate attempt to clear her mind and rid herself of the sudden headache that haunted her. She could still hear the movie in the background; a man and a woman spoke and a soft melody slipped between their words.

And as much as she really wanted to finish the movie, a good rest definitely urged more; she reached the remote and her phone, turning off the TV with the simple press of a button.

The house was completely dark. Betty was alone, surrounded only by the deafening absence of noise. She heard her pulse inside her own head.

Bpum ... Bpum-Bpum ... Bpum-Bpum ...

Betty swallowed and grabbed her phone, repeating a thousand times that she was alone and safe at home. She was troubled by the dream and her mother. Everything was fine. Everything would be fine. She would be fine.

She stumbled blindly up the stairs, climbing carefully step by step.

Then, a message arrived.

Betty unlocked her cell phone and entered WhatsApp, entering the new conversation with an unknown number. There was an voice message and a photo.

Betty pressed play.

As soon as the recording began, Betty felt a chill run through her body as she heard the air outside, clogging the microphone. You could hear leaves. There was water.

And finally, a voice.

"Goosey, goosey gander ..." Sang a deep, dry masculine voice. It was young, however. "Whither shall I wander?" While the voice message continued playing, Betty still frozen in place and with tears already gushing from her eyes, she clicked on the picture he sent along with the voicemail. "Upstairs, downstairs ... In my lady's chamber ..." Betty waited for it to download while her pulse increased and increased. "There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers;" As soon as the image loaded, Betty's heart stopped.

The only thing that could be heard in the house was that gloomy voice message.

Betty turned slowly, feeling tears welling up.

In the photo you could see her, on the stairs, looking at her phone; the screen illuminated her face. Part of her living room was also visible in one of the lower corners.

That picture was taken from the window in the living room. The one next to the couch.

"I took him by the left leg," continued intoning the voicemail. Betty came down the stairs slowly, as if she feared that under each plank there was a trap that would sign her death sentence.

Betty swallowed hard and prayed to all the gods she knew so at some point she woke up, drenched in sweat and late for work.

The last step creaked when she stepped on it.

"And threw him down the stairs." The voicemail sang it's last note. Betty looked, petrified, at the dark and tall figure on the other side of her window.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream desperately, but voice didn't come to her.

It passed one, two, and three seconds in which they only stared at each other, without blotting out any one apex of their body. Both anchored to their axes.

Until Betty ran up the stairs letting out a shattered, agonizing and terrifying "help" that mutilated her throat.

As she ran up the stairs, she heard heavy blows hamper her door–nothing to do with the subtle knock on her door–. They were furious, they were hungry ... And they were breaking their door.

With the pulse at the nape of her neck throbbing at an odd frantic compass, Betty ran with the tears already running down her cheeks, moistening the reddish burn. Almost sliding on the landing, she turned in time to avoid slamming herself against the front wall and ran down the hallway to the last room, thinking that closing wouldn't other than to reveal her hiding place, Betty simply jumped into the guest room and locked herself in the closet.

The lights of the house went on just as everything fell back into paralyzing silence.

One step. Another. They crushed the pieces of door.

"Good evening, Miss Cooper ..." purred a voice, like a specter in pain that came to torment her. Betty held her breath. "Excuse my manners, but we have to talk." He scoffed.

Without giving himself the freedom to wander around the house, Betty soon heard his footsteps approaching the stairs; No hurry, though. They were painfully slow.

Betty trembled as she fumbled out the phone, hardly entering the app to call.

"Let me introduce myself, Miss Cooper ..." He hummed; his voice with sovereign mockery, climbing one ladder and another, abusing the steps under his weight. "My name is Chic, Chic Cooper."

Betty was completely ignorant of his words as she frantically dialed the number of the police station and held the phone to her ear, covering her mouth to suppress a desperate cry.

"Exactly, I'm your brother, Elizabeth." Betty swallowed as she heard the phone connecting. One step. And other. Closer and closer.

Please, please, FP, answer the phone ...

"And you'll ask yourself: Why would my brother interrupt my delicious night of wine and relaxation?" The voice asked in the distance-but not so far away. Betty closed her eyes.

The phone was picked up on the other side of the line.

"Betts?"

Jughead.

It was Jughead.

Betty felt a heat surge through her body as she recognized his voice, the nuance of concern at being aware that she had dialed his father's office number instead of his own.

Betty choked on the words.

"Betty, I can't understand anything, what's going on?"

Tears began to descend more quickly, uncontrollably, down her cheeks.

"Jug-Jughead," Betty stammered, choking on the crying she was still trying to suppress. Don't breathe too loud, Betty, remember you're not alone. "I-I need you to tell your father to send a car to my house ..." She whispered, barely inaudible.

Another step, and another. The creaking of the wood was becoming more physical, more real. Betty felt it inside her bones.

"You see little sister, it turns out that you and I, we were always very close, we always played together, we had a wonderful connection," Chic was explaining. His voice was becoming clearer, firmer. It was like waking up from a dream and little by little going feeling the sheets on the skin; Chic was the sheets, like a large cobweb that had her totally trapped.

"A police car? Betty, tell me what's going on." Jughead's voice was firm, but he was as terrified as Betty herself.

"T-there's someone in my house, Jug." Betty stammered, scanning the small interior of the wardrobe. "He h-has an arm-weapon ..."

"But then you fell in love with that Serpent boy," Chic said, and it was more than enough to leave Betty paralyzed in sheer terror.

Jughead.

Her eyes widened with horror as she realized what Chic was doing at home.

Chic and Betty were inseparable from children, right. But that was until Chic began to become obsessed with Betty; every minute of the day, every second, every day, Chic was going to see Betty. And those blue eyes caught her like an ice coffin.

Chic never knew how to accept that Betty fell in love with Jughead.

Chic never knew that Betty wasn't his.

"You see Betty-Betts, I've been waiting, day after day, for you to realize that that son of a bitch doesn't deserve you." His voice was becoming less serene, more gloomy; more twisted, corrupted and broken.

Less human

"Betts? Betts, are you still there?"

Betty couldn't answer. Tears fell on her knees, reflecting the light of the corridor.

His steps were already on the landing; Betty saw a large, faded shadow appear. But, little by little it was moving away in the other direction.

Don't. Breathe.

"And I'm tired of waiting, little sister ..." Chic hissed, away in the hallway. However, his shadow was still visible from the closet. "It's a torture to see how that Jones blemishes your precious body. Did I mention that I love your skin, Betty?" He purred. Betty felt her stomach churn. "You're so tiny ... Just a sparrow."

"Betty? Betty!! ... Ok, that's it, I'm coming."

Betty reacted without thinking.

"NO!" She screamed, and shouted with the strength that she has been repressing in that weeping.

The slight swaying of the shadow stopped at the same time as the creaking of the floorboards; the hint of laughter that used to be heard, like an echo, under each comment, died instantly.

Betty clutched her hand to her face, covering her mouth so hard that she hurt herself.

Jughead fell silent with her.

There was absolute silence for a moment, and Betty did nothing but look at the golem in shadow that reflected the light of the hall. He didn't even seem to breathe.

Betty closed her eyes tightly, cursing herself silently. The tears kept flowing, her breathing was still drowned.

"If I can't have you, Betty ..." Chic's voice said, calm, but dark. It made Betty shudder; It was like looking directly into nothing. One step, and then another.

The wood continued to creak under his weight, bouncing its sound against the walls. The shadow was becoming sharper, blacker, firmer.

Until the big silhouette was placed in the door; the parts of light that covered his body reflected in the form of shadow on her face, outlined by a thin line of light that came from the corridor.

Betty's green eyes widened with horror.

"... Nobody will have you."

And Chic walked quickly to the closet where Betty was hiding, ax in hand, raised.

Throughout the neighborhood, only Betty's torn cry of terror was heard. The ax cutting the wood. A hit and then silence.

Minutes later, a patrol car was spinning at full speed down the street to stop in front of Betty's house.

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reddieorrnot · 7 years

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locker bughead au

this is being written at 2am by a girl whos high on coffee

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he stuffed things from his backpack into his locker sighing, the day for jughead had been going by really slowly and he wasn’t enjoying it. he had been called on too many times today during class and he had gotten shoved when he was trying to walk to his locker by those stupid jocks. jughead prayed to whatever was making his day suck to not do anything else to make it worse.

“jughead?”

he quietly groaned and turned to identify who had just spoken to him. realizing who it was he straightened his posture a little bit.

“betty? what do you want?” he asked. jughead was surprised the blonde was even speaking to him. they were basically complete opposites, plus she was way more well known in school than he was. she smiled sweetly and her eyes seemed to sparkle a bit.

“the school said that they were running low on lockers, so they assigned me to share one with you!” she said cheerfully. jughead raised an eyebrow and eyed her, she seemed too excited over this. it felt like a forced intention of being kind, which humored him. he knew she’d rather be sharing lockers with anyone else, especially archie andrews.

he decided to shrug and continue to stuff things into his messy locker, he probably would barely even see the girl. nothing he could do about it anyways.

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“betty cooper!” he yelled in frustration. jughead’s messy locker was now neat and organized.

“oh, hi juggie! like the locker? my stuff on the bottom and yours on the top, binders are also color coded in order of colors in the raindow!” betty said smiling. jughead was deciding if he should be mad or be mad.

“listen betts, this is cute and all,” he couldnt help but notice betty go a little pink at what he meant to be a sarcastic comment, “but i like my stuff the way it was before.” jughead said sighing.

“but before you took a long time to get stuff out of your locker! now it’s quicker!” she said in defense stomping her foot.

jughead rolled his eyes and muttered a whatever while grabbing his math binder and heading off to class.

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jughead opened his locker and furrowed his eyebrows at a note that fell out. he picked it up off the floor and unfolded it.

“pop’s diner friday 6pm, u & me ;) -archie”

he laughed dryly and shook his head. jughead wanted to throw away the note and just play it off as if betty never received the note, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

“heyo juggie, someone send you a love note?” betty appeared and asked in a flirtatious tone.

“yeah, archie. but not for me though.” he said chuckling forcefully while handing betty the note.

“archie? no thanks.” she said rejecting the note. jughead was surprised.

“aren’t you two like not a thing but sorta are?”

“no.” she said with a tone of anger in her voice as she shoved her books into her part of the locker.

for some reason, jughead felt kinda relieved.

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“veronica, jughead. jughead, veronica.” betty said introducing her two friends.

“like the beanie thing you have going on jug.” veronica said giving him her hand to shake. jughead already liked this girl’s vibe.

“thanks, it’s supposed to make me look more into my character of creepy sarcastic teen boy.” he winked at her.

veronica giggled and smiled to betty, “i like him.”

betty forced a smile and nodded, “knew you would.”

“hey betts how about i share a locker with veronica and you take hers? then everyone’s happy!” jughead joked and laughed. but before betty could respond to him veronica replied,

“oh no jughead, i wouldn’t want to steal betty’s b o y f r i e n d.”

betty and jughead quickly looked at one another and turned red. seconds later they were both speaking at once, telling veronica how much they hated each other.

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“wanna go to pop’s diner afterschool?”

betty looked up feeling her heart race, honestly she’d love to hang out with jughead. she felt as if she had this weird connection with him. but she could barely speak to him in school for the short amount of time they shared at the locker, but imagine the struggle of only talking at the diner?

“sure! i love their milkshakes!” she blurted cheerfully.

jughead seemed to smile quickly and nod. “okay, i’ll meet you at pop’s right after last period.”

“actually,” betty bit her lip, “you want to meet here? at the locker? and walk to pop’s together?”

this time, jughead didn’t quickly smile, it stuck to his face as he quietly said “yeah okay.” and looked down.

later on betty and jughead would share a plate of fries and talk for hours.

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“homecoming huh?” jughead asked as he walked with betty to their locker.

“always thought i’d go with archie.” she said shrugging and look at andrews himself as they walked past him.

“i did too.” jughead responded dramatically wiping fake tear. betty laughed and gently shoved jughead.

“i’m going to show up with no date, and probably dance with kevin.” betty said upset and putting her bag down as jughead opened their locker.

“you know,”

“what?”

“we could always go together...” jughead said looking into betty’s eyes.

this caused betty to stop breathing for a second. she needed to say yes, but she wasn’t thinking correctly. had jughead finally got the hint? she was bout to tell him yes when he spoke again.

“as friends of course.” he said shrugging and looking down.

her heart broke.

“better than going alone.” she joked and elbowed her f r i e n d.

“so you and i?” he asked half smiling.

“you and i, juggie.”

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jughead waited for the blonde girl at the doors to the dance. maybe she stood him up? no way. that wasn’t like betty. what if she got in traffic? oh god, that would be bad. and then she didn’t make it until after the whole dance? should he even be waiting outside of the doors? is that creepy? suddenly his eyes landed on a goddess walking towards him.

betty had worn a periwinkle dress that ended right above her knees, and had curled her hair so it bounced with every step she took. he also couldn’t help but notice how well the dress fitted her. she looked...

“beautiful.” jughead muttered out loud when betty approached him.

“oh gosh, thank you juggie. you look quite sharp as well.” she giggled and winked at him.

jughead felt himself blush and quickly locked arms with betty. “shall we enter?”

“we shall.”

they went through the gym doors and were greeted by music blasting through the speakers. as if they were with on time a slow song had began playing. neither of them really had to say anything before they had started dancing.

“im glad i came with you jughead.” betty said in his ear.

“oh shush betts, i know you would’ve came with archie instead of me in a second if you could.” he winked jokingly.

“don’t kid yourself, and if i came with archie i wouldn’t be enjoying it as much as i’m about to enjoy it with you.”

“why? what’s bout to happen?” jughead asked smiling.

betty titled her head to the side and slowly leaned in.

jughead sorta freaked out on the inside but was able to kiss betty cooper back calmly. he felt sparks, and he understands that’s something cheesy people say in books and movies but now he understood. he understood what a spark was, what chemistry really meant. and yes, he does remember how much he didn’t really enjoy betty when they first met through sharing lockers. and no, he wasn’t in love with her. but he felt something. and he didn’t want that something to end. but the actual kiss did have to end though.

“wow that was-” jughead started to respond to betty but was cut off.

“you better say amazing because i had to work up so much courage to do that juggie! i have liked you for what, four months? and you’ve never got the hint? knowing you i wouldn’t be surprised if you said to me ‘well that was a wonderful f r i e n d kiss!’” betty said in an annoyed tone while she furrowed her eyebrows. jughead found it quite adorable.

instead of replying to her rant he just put his hand on her cheek and kissed her again, not as a friend of course. as a future c o u p l e he hoped.

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