#NOTHING COMPARES TO ACTUALLY WATCHING RIVERDALE I SWEAR.

[lesbaurinkos]

creating a riverdale post that gets a lot of notes really does feel like being jesus on the cross. idk how much more "wtf is happening on that show lol" and "i'll never watch an episode but this sounds crazy" and "every word of this could be true and i wouldnt know" i can take. every word IS true i speak only the truth delivered unto me as gospel by roberto aguirre-sacasa himself. but you wouldnt know, would you. you wouldnt know a THING. because u are depriving urself of the beautiful experience of watching true art

[thetaoofbetty]

I'm so tired of this idea that certain ships desperately need to be explored. No, they don't. We don't need a dozen iterations of the same shit that always ends the same way. It's so, so boring to watch vanilla BA do nothing but fuck, talk about their childhood and fail to connect beyond a surface level even as friends.

honestly, if i were a shipper i'd be mad that they keep telling me they're supposedly great friends but they never show that to me. they didn't even take the time to show it in rivervale where we all got messages for weeks about how they were going to have a baby, get married, and be oh so happy together.

like??? this is what they thought was going to happen and they got what they got. it's like if the show has a chance to do that ship dirty, it always will. and you're right, that's all they do.😭 they get physical because they have nothing real to talk about, they make a throwback comment to remind the audience that they've known each other since they were kids, and then they either do nothing together or one of them has to be put into the other's plot just to get them in the same room.

it makes sense that they're counting on writers or interviews filled with vague information instead of what they see onscreen. or their weird thing with comparing b/a to whatever endgame ship they think fits best in the moment. especially since most of them don't get archetypes anyways so it's like watching baby giraffes walk for the first time when they send me their essays on shows that were on before they were born.

gonna make a b/a buzzword bingo one day, i swear.

more anons under the cut:

they actually turned that subtext into text on the show and then decided to do it again? wild. lazy for sure. but also wildly convenient.

i feel like veronica and reggie already had these issues when they sort of dated in high school so it's just another redux. and again, oddly convenient.

they really said no honeymoon period for them, didn't they? but yeah, they don't really seem compatible long term. bughead fights were ugly for sure when they happened but that was because they weren't putting band-aids on them, they were dealing with the issue. even when one of them walked away, it always ended with communication and movement forward. i don't think, in the end, that they understand each other at all. have an idea of the other? sure. but i doubt that's enough to really make it in riverdale.

hello! first, you're very sweet to be worried about what to bring but i promise you, yourself is enough. and second, if you want to bring food or a dessert, that would 100% be more than enough. no one is going to expect anything except your lovely company.

i have my exchange students make a traditional dish/dessert from their country so we can all share in the different ways we all do things so maybe making something special to you would be an option?💜

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Kevin//you know i'll never be lonely, you're my only one

Request: Hi can I request a platonic Kevin/Jones!reader where Jug'a sister is best friends with Kevin and is with the core 4 when they find him alone at the Farm and she brings him home with her and there's hugging and hot chocolate and cuddling? Please? My boy needs love!

hey! i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again...kevin keller deserves the world! anyway, i hope you enjoy! also, the title is from a queen song (you’re my best friend) if you’re wondering! i absolutely love this song, and i recommend you listen to it if you’re sad (which i hope you’re not). also, to the anon (and anyone else who needs it) who was sad last night, i don’t know if this is something you’re going to read, but if you do, i hope it cheers you up!  

When the sun rose over Riverdale, bringing with it a new day as well as a second chance, you thought it was the end of your troubles. 

A night of being hunted down with your friends and brother through the dark woods had eventually ended. And as you hugged the people you thought you’d die with, you knew you don’t think you’d ever be as happy to see Cheryl Blossom ever again.

However, just as day was bringing a new dawn, effectively solving all your problems, across town they were just starting for your best friend. 

You just didn’t know yet. 

Its only when Betty pulls away from your group hug, frantically asking about her mom do you realize that maybe not everything is okay. Because despite the fact that the five of you are safe, it doesn’t mean everybody else is. 

And at the top of that very long list is Kevin Keller. 

Betty is first through the chapel door, but you’re not far behind her and as soon as you run in, you come to an abrupt halt. If it weren’t so depressing, the scene in front of you would have been breathtaking. The candles flickering, the clothes neatly folded and the general atmosphere reminds you of something from an old film. 

But as soon as you see Kevin sat on the floor, legs pulled up to his chest and a completely broken look on his face, the allusions shatters...along with your heart.

“Kevin?” Betty asks and his head lifts slightly. 

“They left me.” Your expression softens at the tone in his voice and you swear you can actually feel your heart cracking. 

Kevin has been your best friend for years, he’s stuck with you despite the obvious divide between the two of you. Him being from the Northside with a sheriff dad, and you being from the southside with a gang member dad, its far to say there were a few people who disapproved of your friendship. Not that either of you cared, you were best friends...platonic soulmates...who cares what anybody else thinks. And even though the two of you had grown apart over the past few months (specifically when the farm came to town), you always managed to find your way back to each other. 

So seeing him like this physically hurts you. He’s already been through so much and right now you want to scream and shout at the universe for treating the kindest and by far the best human like utter crap. 

“I wanted to go, but they said that someone had to stay behind to explain what happened.” He sobs and the seven of you exchange looks. 

“What did happen?” Archie asks. 

“The worthy ascended, of course.” He scoffs. 

“Who did? Where’s my mom? And Polly?” Betty asks and you roll your eyes at her. 

Despite her being sweet and kind the majority of the time, she did sometimes get a little wrapped up in herself and her issues, and right now, that annoys you. Because here Kevin is, abandoned by this group that brainwashed and alienated him, only for Betty to care more about two grown adults who can usually make their own decisions. 

“Gone.” He states, anger in his voice as he stares vacantly in front of him. “Everyone is. And we’ll never see them again.” The room suddenly feels colder all of sudden, Betty lets out a small cry as she practically falls into Jughead’s arms, while the rest of you stand around, none of you wanting to move...just in case. 

You’re the first one to do anything. You make your way towards Kevin and cautiously sit beside him. 

“Are you okay?” You ask. You’ve asked him that countless of times, but this is the first time its ever felt like you’re asking a stranger. You may be sat beside him but you feel a thousand miles apart. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but there’s a rather large space between you, physically as well as metaphorically and it just feels wrong. 

“I-” He cuts himself off before he can say anything further. Instead he just cries, his head drops to his hands and you’ve never seen somebody look so lonely, despite being surrounded by people. 

You don’t say anything in return, you just wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug. 

The two of you stay like that for at least half an hour. Eventually everybody else goes, Jughead being the last one to leave, sending you a small smile before closing the door behind him, until its just the two of you again. 

It takes some persuading, but eventually you get Kevin back to your house. Thankfully your dad has already left for work so there’s no awkward questions about why you’re covered in mud and why Kevin is crying. 

“Here.” You hand him a mug. Its his favourite one. Something you got him to keep at your house. A small smile twitches at the corner of his lips as he takes it, but it disappears as quickly as it came, instead leaving behind a miserable expression. 

You remember the last time you gave him hot chocolate in that mug, but the memory does nothing to make you feel better. If anything it just makes your heart ache more. 

“You always make the best hot chocolate.” He’d said, an eager smile on his lips as he watched you slowly bring it to him. 

“I always put double the recommended powder in.” 

“Ahhh, so now I know you secret recipe.” 

“Plus, the cream and sprinkles help a lot too.” 

“Yeah.” He agreed. “Very true. But we can just pretend its all you.” 

“Aww, thanks.” 

“Hey. If there’s ever a day that your hot chocolate doesn’t make me smile, just assume that I’m dead inside.” 

“You’re so dramatic.” You’d rolled your eyes at him, and he’d gasped loudly, feigning offence.

“I know. But its part of my charm.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

“It is.” 

“Has that ever actually worked on anybody.” 

“Not yet...but it will.” 

His eyes had been so full of hope, now they were just dark. Like all the light had been sucked out of them. 

The house is quiet, but its nice. Compared to the eery quiet of the woods and the farm, its quite comforting and you’re very glad to be back home, especially after thinking you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

“Thanks.” He replies, taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. If you’re being honest, its nice having Kevin here. Its something else to focus on instead of being stuck in a continuous loop of your memories of the previous nights. Although you’d much rather prefer he was upset over some boy thats broken his heart. 

“Do you want another blanket?” You offer, rearranging the one you’ve already draped across his shoulders. “Or the TV? I can put a film or something on? Or we can just see what’s on? Or music? Do you want anything to eat?” You know you’re fussing over him, and you know he’s going to hate it. But there’s nothing else you can do. You can’t go back and change everything, no matter how hard you try. 

A part of you feels like its your fault. Kevin is supposed to be you’re best friends, but you still let him get caught up in all of this. You let the farm take him, you made him feel alone. You made him feel the need to find friendship and family somewhere else, somewhere dangerous. 

And by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late. Despite the numerous attempts. It was too late to help him.

Now he’s sat on your couch, clutching an old blanket around him like his life depends on it, and you really don’t know if he’s ever going to fully recover from this. 

“Why do things like this keep happening to me? Am I cursed? Do you think I’m cursed?” He breaks the silence. Maybe he know’s exactly what you were just thinking. Or maybe he’s just thinking out loud, but either way it makes you frown and quickly face him. 

“Kevin. You’re not cursed.” You grab his hand and he forces himself to look at you. 

“It sure feels like I am.” 

“The only thing that is cursed, is Riverdale. But we’re not going to be here forever. We’ve got one year left at school, and then we’re out of here. We’re going to do all of the things we’ve had planned since we were little. Our road trips across the country. Our apartment together thats filled with trinkets and utter junk that we’ve picked up over the years. We’re going to meet so many new, normal people and we’re going to shock them with our shared trauma. You’re going to meet a nice boy who treats you like you created the universe. You’re going to be so happy, I just know it. And one day this is all going to feel like a far away nightmare. Riverdale and all of its horrors will just be distant memory, something you laugh about from time to time. Okay?” You hold your pinkie out towards him and he sends you a look. “I promise. And I never break a promise.” 

“That is very true.” He nods, wrapping his finger around yours. “Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’ve been so alone the past few months.” 

“I know.” You smile sadly at him, wiping a few tears from your cheeks. “But I’m always going to be here for you, no matter what happens. You’re my best friend and I love you so much. You brighten my day just by walking through a door, and no matter how much I dread doing something, you make it 1000 times more bearable.”

“Y/n.” His expression mirrors yours. Sadness mixed with hope, and more than a few tears, but you know what he’s trying to say. 

“No matter how alone you feel, you’re not, okay? You are never ever alone. No matter what day of the week, or what time, or even how far apart we are. I’m always going to be here.”

“I love you.” 

“I know you do.” You nudge him softly. A slight smile appears on his lips, and even though its not the same as his usual, its better than nothing, and so you take that as a win. Your head falls to his shoulder and he rests his on top of yours, both of you finally feeling somewhat at peace after months of hell. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He asks suddenly and you pull away from him. He’s looking you up and down, a concerned expression on his face while he waits for your answer. “Why do you look like...that?” 

“I was hunted through the woods by Penelope Blossom and a bunch of other psychos.” You shrug and his eyes widen. 

“Wha-” 

“But thats not important right now.” You shake your head. “What’s important, is that you’re safe. And we’re going to need re-fills soon.” You look towards the mugs on the table. Neither of them are anywhere close to being empty, but you just want to change the subject and thankfully Kevin gets it. “I think we both deserve extra sprinkles this time.” 

[straightouttaneptune]

Hii i read ur thor fics and really love’em so i was wondering that maybe you could write one about Kevin Beckman the ghostbusters character and that maybe u love kev alot but thor get really jealous and mad

Ghostbusters

Pairing: Thor x reader

Warning: Comedic, swearing, oblivious reader, and fluff. Avengers fluff as well

A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! Thank you so much for the amazing prompt, @gbadwal ! 

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“Movie night!” You heard Clint scream at the top of his lungs, and so did rest of the team as you saw them all poking their heads out of their doors. “What is bird-man number 2 up to this time?” Bucky exited his room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, dragging a shirtless Steve along behind him.

You look back at Thor who had his arms wrapped around you as you poked your head out your door. “Let’s not keep Katniss Everdeen waiting.” You chuckle to yourself, pulling your love by his wrist.

You shake your head in confusion as you entered the living room to be met with Clint standing on the 7,000 dollar coffee table. Tony looks utterly infuriated, dramatically frailing his arms everywhere as he mumbles incoherent words. 

“What is it, Clint?” Wanda asks unamused, wishing to go back to making paprika soup with Vision. 

“I told ya. Movie night.” Clint hops off the coffee table, pulling out a Netflix account on the Apple TV. “Luckily, we get to watch Netflix for free. Because Stark bought the whole damn company for Parker.” Clint placed himself on one of the couches, looking at his teammates hopefully.

“Well, I believe we should watch Wonder Woman!” Thor beamed, and the not-so-enthusiastic Avengers immediately went into an argument about what to watch. 

“Justice League? More like just stop League.“ 

"Clint, you’re not cool.”

“How about we watch Disney?" 

"You know, I heard Harry Potter is good.”

“Hairy Potter? What a… unique name for a pottery artist.”

“Have you guys seen Riverdale-”

“SHUT UP. WE DON’T TALK ABOUT RIVERDALE”

After a good amount of arguing later, the team finally decided on a movie called the “Ghostbusters”. You actually have no idea how many times you’ve seen it, just to swoon over the dumb handsome dude in it. You didn’t know what it was, but Kevin’s adorableness was your weak spot. It also helped that he looked a little like Thor as well.

“I’ve always liked Jillian.” Clint’s voice is muffled by all the popcorn he stuffed into his mouth, but still gets a nod of agreement from Tony.

“Kevin is so cute.” You whisper out subconsciously, not aware that you had said it out loud. You were drawn in by the charming man on the screen, your lips curling upward every time he came on. Thor began to notice this, watching you closely as your eyes followed the character. 

He pulls you a little closer to him, in hopes that you’d pay more attention to him. But you don’t, you continue on making heart eyes at Kevin with what normally would be a smile that makes Thor very happy. 

After the movie was over and everyone was just lounging in the living room, you were scrolling through Instagram watching edits and posts of Kevin, a gorgeous smile plastered on your face the whole time. You sat sideways between Thor and Steve, your legs resting on Thor's lap and your back facing Steve. Thor craned his head to look inside your phone screen, brows knitted in judgment as he watched Kevin.

"My dove, what is so pleasant about this dense mortal?” Thor asked you with jealousy lacing his every word. You looked up from your phone, smiling at him softly. “He’s nothing compared to you, love.” You chuckled, which made Thor beam up with pride, but you went back to your phone once again.

Thor wasn’t usually this jealous of another man, let alone a fictional one… But he couldn’t help but purse his lips in a frown as he watched you. He eventually stood up from under you, making your head fall onto Steve's lap. 

You looked up from your phone bewildered, confused as to why he was acting so strange. Everyone else watched amused as Steve's face went bright red, pretending to be doing their own things. 

"Point break's jelly, Y/N." Tony quickly snapped his own comment in, looking up from the book he was "reading". 

"Jealous? Thor? Never." You responded light-heartedly but seriously started to question your judgment as soon as the words left your mouth. "Yeah, on second thought, I'll be right back."

A low rumble of laughter waved over the huddled superhumans, all of them knowing that you and Thor would be back in each other's arms 5 minutes later.

"Thor?..." You gently opened the door to your shared room, calling for him softly. You entered the room to see Thor staring out the windows while seated on the king-sized bed. 

"Y/N." Oh shit. He called you by your name, not the usual pet name "My dove" he has for you.

"Come on, Thor. You know you're better than any fictional character in the world." You neared him slowly, he has yet to even turn to look at you. Oh yeah, the god of thunder was mad. Big time.

"Am I not enough for you, dove?" His next words weren't from anger, but with a hint of sadness. You didn't mean to make him feel this way at all.

"Of course you are. It was just the fangirl in me from 2008 or something. I used to really like this actor, Chris Hemsworth. But that's it, my love." You walked in front of him and cupped his cheeks, his eyes swirling with sorrow. 

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, making your lips mimic the movement. You stood there cradling his head into your chest as his arms wrapped around your middle. No one attracted you like Thor. Not even the hottest of celebrity crushes.

[chameleon-of-the-fandom]

Repetitive Treatment: Chapter 3

Words: 1481

Warnings: Abuse

A/N: (Y/D/N) = Your Dad’s Name; (Y/M/N) = Your Mom’s Name; Also, the medical part is probably inaccurate, I’m not a doctor, so just going off what I know. Chapter 4 will be up Monday! Enjoy!

Sweet Pea exhales harshly, his world stopping at the doctor's words. He thinks about the pain you must've been in when you called him. "When can we go see her?" The words tumbled out gruffly.

"As soon as she is settled in the ICU, a nurse will take you back." Doctor Sillaw smiles sympathetically at the people standing in front of him. Sweet Pea wants to punch something, but restrains himself so he doesn't get kicked out of the hospital before he can see you. He turns back to the chairs and sighs.

FP must notice because he speaks, "Sweet Pea. Use some of that pent up energy and get me a coffee will ya?"

FP doesn't actually want a coffee, but he knows how hard the boy is trying to behave. He looks at your parents. They have dark circles under their eyes, and (Y/D/N)'s clothes are ruffled, like he hasn’t changed in a day or two. FP wonders how long you were at your boyfriend's before calling for help.

"How long have you been waiting?" FP asks, trying not to be insensitive. But, he has a sneaking suspicion that (Y/N) has been gone longer than they realize.

(Y/M/N) eyes shoot up to meet FP's. "She went over yesterday morning to study with him. We figured something happened when she didn't call last night, but I convinced (Y/D/N) that we were probably just overreacting." She broke off into muted sobs, and (Y/D/N) hugged her to his chest, trying to comfort her.

FP nods sadly, in understanding. Having a teenage son, he understood the connection between lack of communication and the climb of parental concern. He may not have been the best father, but he still tried. Jughead had always been able to forgive, but struggled with forgetting, not that FP blamed him. You can only be vulnerable to someone so many times and be hurt before drawing a line in the sand.

(Y/D/N) looks at FP, "Tell me you'll have her back. Tell me you'll get revenge on this son of a bitch." He is almost pleading, and the venom and lack of compassion takes FP by surprise.

"Of course, right now, we just need to let the Sheriff handle it, though, (Y/D/N)." FP means it. When the Serpents find out what Alex did to you, they would hold nothing back. Not like they did with the Bulldogs. That was different though. The Bulldogs simply messed with the nest, but Alex messed with their loved one. No one would ever get away with that. Ever.

 Toni sits in the hard plastic chair once again. How could someone do this? She still wonders. Toni is heartbroken for you. And she continues to try and figure out when Alex's abuse started. You had been wearing more long-sleeves lately, but it hadn't been that different. Compared to a lot of the female Serpents, you were quite modest. Her two best friends had found that quite refreshing. Quite honestly, so had she. She remembered when you had first walked in. You had strolled through the doors with a quiet confidence, stunning in the jeans and bright red tank top you wore. She got nervous about your safety when you made your way to the bar, and though she couldn't hear what you said, she watched as Hog Eye threw his head back in a laugh. She had been impressed, most people were too intimidated by him to even try to crack a joke. Suddenly, the doors were thrown open, and Sweet Pea, Fangs, and a few other Serpents stumbled through. You stood up straight, and made your way over to the blood-covered Serpents. Toni almost winced when Sweet Pea started chuckling at you, but he stopped pretty quickly when you ran out the door. She had wondered why he stopped. Then, you came through the door again, this time carrying a fairly good-sized first aid kit. She winced again, this time in pity for the bloody Serpents. She continued to keep an eye on you, as you tended to their wounds, and though a few swear words could be heard from that direction, not one of them even tried to become aggressive. Toni had thought briefly that you may be the new Snake Charmer, especially considering you were bandaging some of the most dangerous Serpents and receiving no aggression.

"Toni, how are you? How's Cheryl?" Toni looks up from where she's sitting in the direction the new voice came from.

"Reggie. What do you want? I'm not in the mood." She snaps. And although she had been quiet since arriving, she is still a Serpent.

"Woah," Reggie holds his hands up in surrender. "Just wondering what you guys are doing here. You all normally avoid the hospital at all costs." Curiosity rings in his voice.

"Why do you even care?" Exhaustion surrounds her voice.

"Just want to know if we're going to have issues." Reggie states.

"No, we aren't. Okay?" She punctuates her question by putting her head in her hands and staring at the floor. She listens to the Bulldog get up and walk away, before letting tears slip down her face silently. Tears for the crap the Bulldogs had given and blamed on the Serpents. Tears for the crap that the girls at Riverdale High had taken in the last year. Tears for the girl who was injured when she was the most innocent person Toni had ever met. Tears for the anger Toni harbors towards Alex Arbin. She thinks death would be too kind a punishment for that boy, and doesn’t blink an eye at the cruelty of that statement. For as much as she was the kinder of the three young Serpents, she could also be the most aggressive, when the situation demanded it of her.

 (Y/D/N) holds your mom to his chest, trying to comfort the quietly sobbing woman. He wishes Alex would walk through the doors, just to make him feel an ink of what you must've felt as one of the few people in the world meant to treasure you, had beat you instead. And (Y/D/N) thinks that somehow this is his fault. Because he encouraged you to get a boyfriend. Because you needed something to do besides hang out at the Wyrm all the time. You were young. You were supposed to be living life, not lying in a damn hospital bed. Little did he know, the boy he had met a few times and liked was having the same thoughts.

 Sweet Pea wonders what you'd be doing if you weren't unconscious in the hospital. He thinks you'd either be at the Whyte Wyrm, doing homework, or sitting in a booth at Pop's, having fun with your friends. But no. Instead your jackass of a boyfriend had to hit you for some unknown, and probably stupid, reason. This thought angers Sweet Pea, and he finally loses his tenuous hold on his anger. He yells and punches the wall in front of him. He looks down at the glistening blood on his knuckles, and wishes it were Alex's. He looks back to the wall, and sees a nice dent in it. Sweet Pea wishes he had asked you out the first time he saw you at the Wyrm, when he wanted to, instead of being a smartass. If he had, you wouldn't be here right now. You'd be doing something relatively normal for a teenager.

 A nurse approaches the group of people, who look like they'd been tortured in different ways. She warily lets them know (Y/N) is settled in the ICU and they are allowed to visit for a bit. She watches as the tension slowly begins to drain from their shoulders the closer they get to her room.

 Everyone's eyes light up as they see you in your bed. Your injuries look so much more encompassing with the casts, bandages, and tubes running over your pale, petite frame. The first thought that runs through Sweet Pea's head is that the doctor lied- you had died. But he hears the rhythmic beeping of the cardio machine, and knows it's not true. Toni thinks you look faintly like a ghost of you should. FP is so glad you survived so far, and he knows you aren't out of the woods yet, but you made it this far. You'll be okay. Your dad puts a hand over his mouth in a physical representation of the shock from seeing his little girl, his princess, in a hospital bed. Your mom doesn't even hesitate to walk over and grab your unbroken hand, and murmurs that she's there, you're okay, and you'll be fine. She whispers that she's so sorry for ignoring her maternal instinct to check in on you. She repeats these words even as your dad puts a hand on her shoulder, using her as a connection to you.

 Chapter One; Chapter Two

tags:

@answer-the-sirens @quinn-e-dawson @writing-yj @chipster-21 @serpentmo @falling-stars-never-cry

[bennettxgemini]

I’m skipping thru Riverdale on Netflix.................

• the only characters i semi like are josie, cheryl, fp, alice, and toni. the Fab Four just annoy me.

• have to say this show reminds me of tvd. i can see why maybe younger kids eat it up because i use to be the same with tvd. i saw nothing really wrong with it until i grew older and realized it was trash (I started watch it when I was 13). it gives me that tvd trash feel but you know it’s for fans younger than me. I’m 22 and sound like an old woman 😂what I’m trying say is CW is trying target those kids in high school. I won’t be surprised if this show goes up to 6 seasons.

• tvd i can stomach more tho because i had favs i really LOVED. riverdale....when i say i semi like those characters i mean i will forgot about them till someone mentions them to me ever again.

• watching some scenes of riverdale is making me laugh though cuz i can’t believe it’s actually happening????

•These kids act like they are 24 when really they 16 😂. Seriously! They are out here having shower sex, drinking mimosas, disrespecting their parents, HUH?????? WHAT???

• They try make it cute by them solving some murder but it just come off cringeworthy.

• Then don’t get me started on the acting. Jesus.

• Lastly, 📢 I swear to god if I see anyone comparing Betty to the Nancy Drew, you getting blocked 📢

[rainy--dayys]

Extra Cheesy - Sweet Pea x Reader (3/?)

Summary: After literally bumping into the cute pizza guy and then promptly running away, (Y/N) has something to take care of which may or may not lead her in the direction of said boy?

Words: 2658

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, cheesiness!

A/N: I firstly just wanted to apologise to you all for how long it took me to finish this part! I was having a tough time finding inspiration to write but seem to have suddenly gotten my mojo back! Again, super sorry about making you guys wait for me but thank you for your patience!

A/N/N: I am feeling so much love you guys! Your responses have warmed my heart so much that a third part was in order! I decided to do this chapter a little differently and have it in the readers point of view! Let me know if you liked it like this and if not, I can always make a chapter 3.5 back in Sweet Pea’s point of view!? :))

You can read part 1 Here! And part 2 Here!

Readers Point of View

It was oddly quiet in the halls today.

I could actually breathe in the sweet smell of silence as strange as that sounds.

Ever since Southside High shut down the halls had been over crowded with tattoos and leather jackets. Not that I have anything against the Southside at all, I don’t have anything against anyone but the halls have been so crowded due to the closure that I spent most of my lunch times in the library or outside.

I was walking briskly but freely through the halls, sticking towards the lockers as I didn’t want to run into anyone when I rounded the corner and coincidently smashed straight into a large and muscular make-shift wall.

Colliding with the figure I was thrown to the ground, books strewn everywhere and a basketball could be heard bouncing away from my ass which was sore from the fall.

Standing up and wiping my legs, I began to pick up the mess the person had created, starting by picking up my books and their gym bag in hopes to make a mends.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry! I can’t believe I just did that, I should be more careful!” I rushed out as I finished grabbing the remains of my Biology book. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly my fault, he really should be looking where he’s going but I didn’t want to anger the boy more then he probably already was.

“You had all of this room and you decide to slam straight into me, great!” He grumbled sarcastically, snatching his gym bag out of my hands without so much as a thank you.

Placing his bag over his shoulder he yelled angrily, “Next time, watch where you are fucking going!”

That was it.

That was the final straw.

I was furious now! Sure, I had run into him but I am nothing compared to his tall stature.

“I said I was sorry okay? No need to be an asshole about it,” I yelled at the tall boy, looking up for the first time to see what Jerk had been such a dick about a little accident.

Looking up, my eyes met the ones that I couldn’t stop thinking about since we first met. It was the boy who I delivered pizza two all those days ago.

Sure, he was an asshole and yelled at me both times we have interacted but look at those chocolate brown eyes. How can you not fall in love with those orbs of melted chocolate.

God, they make me swoon.

The next thing I knew I was staring into the boys eyes and instantly regret calling him an asshole, even though he is one.

A sudden realisation washed over me as I remembered where I was headed and I had no time to stop.

Before I had even realised what was happening, my feet were taking unusually fast strides and were suddenly carrying themselves, and myself along with them out the doors of Riverdale High.

I could hear him.

I could hear his deep, sultry voice calling out after me but I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop myself from running away, like leaving the scene of an awkward, humiliating crime.

And yet…

I want nothing more then to turn straight around, apologise for calling him an asshole and to smash my lips into the giant hunk but I couldn’t.

How could I when I would be letting down the person who needed me the most.

Without even realising it, my body had auto-piloted me to that person. The one person who depended on me and relied on me more than anyone else in the world. The person who-

“Y/N!”

“Hey Buddy! How was school?” I laughed as my little brother run up to me and hugged my lower-half.

Once he was done, I took his hand in mine and we began our long trek home. I would love to take the bus home or even drive but we need that extra cash for food or necessities.

“It was good! We got to play with Lego and do a giant obst-obst-“

“Obstacle?”

“Yeah that one, an obs-ical course! And we had cake cause it was Jackson’s birthday and and..”

“Hey there kiddo, slow down and take a breath! It sounds like you had a full-on day today!” I laughed, ruffling his shaggy hair that definitely needed a trim, which again would cost much more then we could afford.

As we continue to walk the long treck home from (Y/B/N)’s school, we slowly but surely cross the invisible line between the two halves of town; the Northside and the Southside, on purpose of course.

Out of pure habit and years of experience, I grabbed (Y/B/N)’s hand a little tighter and bought him closer to my side, knowing that on this side of town you could never be too cautious.

It wasn’t like I don’t trust Southsiders, I am one after all, but there are some people on the Southside who cannot be trusted.

The Serpents are trustworthy, some can be a little scary and cut off statue heads but they are relatively harmless. The outsiders (like myself who do not belong in a gang) are trustworthy and just like to keep to themselves away from all the gang violence and rivalry. But the Ghoulies, they are the ones we have to watch out for.

Finally reaching the trailer, I unlock the rusty door and rush (Y/B/N) inside so he can have his afternoon snack and finish his homework before I have to go to work.

After cooking up a feast that consisted of a toasted sandwich with a side of 2 minute noodles, I was now ready to head off to work.

(Y/B/N) was now safely tucked in his bed, fast asleep and shouldn’t wake ‘till morning.

So everything should have been going to plan, correct?

WRONG!

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third you answer your fucking phone right now or so help me I will shove your beanie so far up your ass that it’ll never see the light of day! Arghhhh just get your sorry butt over here because I have to leave and you have to baby sit, remember? Ughhhh get here NOW!” I whisper yelled into the phone, in awe of how dim that boy can be at times.  

I really didn’t want to leave my little brother at home alone but I also cannot afford to lose this job.

If I lose this job then (Y/B/N) won’t be able to eat or get new clothes that he really needs or a haircut. I don’t care if I starve, wear old clothes or have raggedy hair, he doesn’t deserve that life and just because our parents ditched us, doesn’t mean I’m going to fail him.

So with all this weighing in my mind, I take one last look at his tiny frame and grab my jacket before practically sprinting out the door and towards the pizza place I’ve been working at for the past few months.

After serving many costumers and delivering many pizzas, I was finally walking the tiring path to that little place known as home.

With my corny blue cap long gone, I dragged my feet one foot at a time as I struggle to keep my eyes open. It was currently two in the morning and I was finally making my way home.

In the end, Jughead had ended up calling and saying that he would check up on (Y/B/N) but he couldn’t stay long which wasn’t an ideal situation but I had no other choice.

I had to just trust that (Y/B/N) would stay asleep and that no scumbag Ghoulies broke into our trailer which, considering where we lived wasn’t an unlikely situation.

As I climbed the steps that lead to the trailer door, I was hit with this sudden sensation. A sensation that I couldn’t quite explain except that it felt like someone was behind me.

Whipping my head around I was met with four boys. Three looked around thirteen and the other was smaller, more familiar.

The four boys where walking up to the trailer across from mine when I saw them knock on the door as loud and as obnoxiously as they could and then run as fast as they could, seeking cover behind anything they could find.

The older man ripped open the door in nothing but a singlet and boxers and started to search for the ding-dong-ditchers frantically and with a scowl on his face but alas found nothing.

Sighing, he turned around and stomped back inside, closing the door behind him as irritably as he opened it.

So these were the infamous ding-dong-ditchers that had been terrorising our neighbourhood for the past few months. They have been non-stop knocking on every trailer for forever but I’m never home to deal with it, however I do get some choice words thrown around by Jughead when he baby sits.  

Loud cackles could he heard from behind two motorbikes, as the little shits emerged from the darkness, revealing their identity like a dumb superhero.

I gasped loudly as one of the faces becomes abundantly clear.

(Y/B/N).

(Y/B/N) was a part of the thugs that were bugging serpents and ghoulies alike, probably earning them all a death wish if they were ever caught!

No way!

This isn’t like him at all! Someone must be making him do this and I am going to give those someone’s a piece of my mind!

“Do you little shits mind telling me why you assholes and my innocent little brother are knocking on people doors at two in the morning?” I questioned, walking over to them and crossing my arms over my chest to try and show some sort of dominance. After all, they are only like twelve, right?

“What’s it to you? He’s always home by himself or with that beanie wearing dickhead who doesn’t take his eyes off of his computer for long enough to notice he’s even gone!” The tallest done yelled back, stepping in front of the gang.

Oh I am going to slaughter Jughead, slowly and oh so painfully.

“That’s because I work you fucker! I make a living, so he can even be in that trailer!” I counter, stepping closer to the kid.

“Well maybe you should work harder cause that metal box you call a trailer is an actual shit fest and should be compounded!” He barked, stepping up so his face was closer to mine.

“You talk about my house ONE. MORE. TIME. And I will bash your teeth in so that you have to drink your dinner through a straw. So, you either step the fuck back and let me take MY brother home before you twats turn him into one of you losers or I bash your fucking skull in? Which will it be?” I yell through gritted teeth and don’t back down.

A flicker of fear flashed over his glossy eyes as he stepped back towards his friends, the same expression on their faces.

I use this opportunity to grab (Y/B/N)’s hand and pull him towards me.

“Now, I suggest you leave here and don’t come back! And if I catch you ding-dong-dumbasses ding-dong-ditching another one of these trailers, I’ll inform each and every tenant and they’ll eat you shit heads for lunch!” I growled, turning fast and practically dragging my little brother back towards our trailer, the footsteps of the kids could be heard running as far away from Sunny Side trailer park as their little feet could carry them.

Pausing suddenly, I turned around and bent down to talk to my little brother. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to look in his eyes as his were cast towards the floor.

“And you! What in the world were you thinking (Y/B/N)? I have bought you up to treat people how you want to be treated and this is what happens. Do you want people to knock on your door at three in the morning, wake you up from your slumber and then just leave?” He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes.

“Then why would you do that? I know you and you are not silly buddy! You are so smart, so what happened?” I sighed, my voice going from a stern one to merely a whisper.

“It’s because you are never home!” He cried, tears streaming down his face. I pull him into a rib crushing hug as he continues to sob.

“I spend all day at school without my big sis and then come home to see you for a little bit and then you leave again and you leave me with Jughead. I don’t even like him, he has a weird name! Why are you always leaving me?” He sniffed, tears flowing freely down his tiny face.

(Y/B/N) is at an age where he just doesn’t understand why I work all the time. He doesn’t get that money doesn’t grow on trees and that I have to work my ass off to afford food every night.

Sighing, I pull away from him, so he can look into my eyes.

“Buddy, I leave so that you can go to school and you can have lunch! If I didn’t have to leave I wouldn’t, you know that!” I began to tear up. This was all my fault.

He was rebelling at such a young age because of me and my stupid working hours.

“But how about this, I’ll drop some hours on the weekend okay buddy? I’ll cut back work on the weekends so that we can spend it together, alright?” I said with a sad smile.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, his grin as wide as could be. His arms wrapped back around me and hugged me as tight as he could.

As much as I wanted to enjoy this moment, I just couldn’t. We were already struggling as is and now I have to cut back on hours. Maybe I’ll be able to pick them back up on a weekday? That means finishing at four and getting three hours sleep but if it means that (Y/B/N) will be happy and out of trouble then I can’t say no.

“Now, before we go back inside there’s one more thing we have to do!” I say, standing up and grabbing his hand.

That night I had (Y/B/N) go to all of the houses and apologise for his part in the ding-dong-ditching affair. We didn’t have to worry about waking anyone up because I’m pretty sure the whole neighbourhood heard our little conversation anyway.

“I’m sorry Mister, I didn’t mean to make you mad!”

“I just wanted to say sorry…”

“I don’t know who the other boys are!”

These were some popular statements of his that night whilst making our way through the rows of metal containers.

Trailer after trailer and apology after apology, we were finally up to the last one.

It was around the corner from our own trailer and looks really familiar but so do all the other ones so I didn’t really dwell on it.

Walking up the steps, hand in hand, I knocked loudly on the door and waited for an answer, if there was going to be one.

“This is the last one and then we can go back to bed, okay?” I looked down at (Y/B/N) as he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.

“I am super proud of you for doing this and apologising for what you’ve done!” I whisper as I squeeze his hand and smile softly at him.

Suddenly, the door is ripped open and I’m met with someone who I had no intention of interacting with or talking to any time soon…

“What the fuck do you-“ He screamed in my face, causing (Y/B/N) to hide behind me.

“Oh, hey there little miss sunshine…”

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Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 3 - Surprise

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Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x Natalie Caves (OC) Summary: Natalie Caves lives a seemingly perfect life, but after spending a summer at her uncle’s, everything changes. Word Count: 2844 A/N: Finally I finished this chapter! Thanks to @kytty27 for editing and helping me out xxxx I hope you enjoy it :)

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Natalie stood frozen in front of Riverdale High. It was her first day, and she had never been as anxious about anything before. She looked around, noticing a few students arriving, watching her cautiously. You’re being stupid, it’s going to be fine. She took a deep breath, straightened her shirt and made her way up the stairs. She entered into a long hallway, filled with lockers and tired students. Unsure of what to do, walked slowly down the hallway, trying her best to avoid bumping into someone.

“You must be Natalie Caves!” an excited voice appeared behind her. Natalie turned around and saw a beautiful raven haired girl smiling with her hand reached out to her.

“That’s me.” Natalie smiled and shook the girl’s hand.

“I am Veronica Lodge, and this is Kevin Keller,” the girl pointed to a boy standing next to her who waved, “and we offered to show you around today!”

Lodge. As in Lodge Industries? “Oh! That’s nice of you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I don’t want to-”

“Nonsense!” Veronica interrupted and locked her arm with Natalie’s. “This is gonna be great!” she gushed, grabbing Natalie’s arms and started dragging her down the hallway, Kevin following close behind.

Veronica led her to the principal's office to get Natalie’s schedule as well as her locker information. Veronica and Kevin were thrilled to see that they shared a few classes, and to Natalie’s relief, Veronica was in her Chemistry class first period. Kevin gave her a short hug before turning the other way, leaving Natalie alone with Veronica.

“So, how do you like our little town so far?” Veronica smirked, nudging her arm as the two girls walked towards their classroom.

“It’s… okay, I guess,” Natalie smiled. “I’ve only been here for a few days so my opinion is still neutral.”

“It’s pretty shitty compared to Boston or New York, but I promise you, you’re gonna like it.” Veronica laughed and halted to a stop. They were standing outside a classroom Natalie figured to be for their Chemistry class.

“Cute necklace by the way.” she winked, tilting her head slightly before turning around to open the door.

Natalie took the dog tag in her hand and smiled at her new friend. Veronica looked a lot like the girls from her old school, but she was friendlier and nicer. Natalie was glad to at least have one person she could talk to, even though it might not have been the one person she wanted to talk to. Her thoughts trailed back to the last summer, a familiar sting appearing in her stomach as she thought of SP. She hated the fact that she couldn’t even call him, just to hear his voice, missing him more with each day that passed.

The girls entered the classroom and Natalie felt everyone’s eyes fixated on her. Being the new kid was going to be something getting used to.

“Everyone, listen up. This is Natalie Caves. She just moved here from Boston.” the teacher announced. Natalie stopped dead in her tracks, raising her hand up in an awkward wave. “Now, take a seat and open your books to page 263.”

Natalie nervously searched the room and spotted Veronica sitting down by a table in the back, an empty chair next to her. She walked awkwardly to the back of the room, sat down next to Veronica and searched her bag for her book.

“Natalie,” Veronica leaned closer to her and whispered, “this is Betty and Jughead.” she continued, nodding her head to the table next to them. A blonde girl with a ponytail was smiling at her, and next to her was a dark haired boy wearing a grey beanie that looked like a crown.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you guys.” she whispered to the couple and smiled.

When first period was over, Natalie had English class. After Veronica told her where the classroom was, her and Betty disappeared down the hallway. Natalie sighed and started walking in the direction Veronica told her to go.

“English?” she heard someone say, and turned her head up to reveal the boy with the crown beanie.

“Yeah, you too?” she smiled. Jughead nodded and started walking beside her. “Great! I probably would’ve gotten lost.” Natalie laughed, earning a soft chuckle from the boy.

They walked in silence to the classroom and once they entered, Jughead walked straight up to a table at the front to sit down. “You can sit here if you want.” he offered, and Natalie gladly accepted.

Jughead didn’t seem very talkative which Natalie was glad for. There was nothing she hated more than forced conversations about something irrelevant. The class went by quickly and finally it was time for lunch. She followed Jughead outside towards a table by the fence and spotted Veronica, her arms wrapped around a boy with red hair she hadn’t seen before. Betty and Kevin were sitting across from them, in deep conversation.

“Natalie! Come meet Archie!” Veronica called out when she spotted her, a proud grin on her face. “Natalie, this is Archie. Archie, this is Natalie.”

Natalie greeted the group and sat down next to Veronica. Jughead sat down next to Betty who gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

The friend group started interrogating Natalie about her past, why she moved to Riverdale and how she felt about the school so far. Kevin was very interested in knowing about her love life, and Natalie’s thoughts wandered again to SP, a soft smile appearing on her face.

“That smile tells me there was someone special back home.” Veronica smirked, “Spill!”

Natalie’s smile quickly disappeared and her cheeks turned bright red. “There was no one, I swear!” she giggled, her hand reaching for the dog tag around her neck.

“Oh my god,” Kevin rolled his eyes and grinned, “I’ll leave you alone for now, but at some point, you’re gonna have to tell me the details.”

“So, tell me something interesting about Riverdale.” Natalie said, changing the subject from her whatever-it-was.

“Wow, where to begin?” Betty laughed.

“How long do we have? Half an hour?” Kevin joked, narrowing his eyes a bit before turning to Natalie. “Okay so last summer, this boy, Jason Blossom, was murdered.”

“What?! Oh my god.” Natalie gasped, “Did they find out who did it?”

“Oh, that’s the best part,” Jughead stated, “his own father pulled the trigger.”

“Jughead,” Betty hissed, before turning to Natalie. “It was tragic. He threatened Jug’s dad so he would cover it up…”

“And now he’s in jail.” Jughead said blankly.

The group told her the whole story, how Betty and Jughead found Jason’s car, and eventually a video of the event. Natalie was horrified. She couldn’t believe someone would do that, and to their own child for that matter. The bell rang and they assured her those horrifying days were over, before waving goodbye and heading to class.

Natalie didn’t share the rest of her classes with any of the group. She didn’t know if she should call them friends or not. Maybe they were just being nice since she was the new girl. When the school day was finally over, Natalie headed over to her locker to return her books, and found a note lying inside.

Meet at Pop’s after class - V

Natalie had been at Riverdale High for three weeks. So much had happened since her first day at school. She had gotten very close with Veronica as well as the rest of the group. The first week had been a bit weird. Natalie felt too awkward to try and make friends, but thankfully Veronica had been very consistent on integrating her into her friend group. It hadn’t been until the Pop’s incident, Natalie had felt like she was a part of a friendship. When Archie’s dad had been shot, Veronica had called her immediately and Natalie rushed to the hospital, staying there with the rest of her classmates, waiting patiently for any news of her friend’s father. Thankfully, he ended up fine.

Everything seemed to be going back to normal until Jughead transferred to Southside High. Midge and Moose were shot, describing a black hood and green eyes of the man holding the gun, the same description as the man who shot Archie’s father. Everything became so much more real after that. People were scared to go outside after dark, Alice Cooper was blaming the Southside for the attempted murders, publishing a letter someone left on her front porch.

“I am the wolf. You are the flock. This is the bloodletting.”

The words were still fast printed in Natalie’s brain. There was an actual psychopath in Riverdale, attempting to ‘clear the town of sinners’. It only became worse after Archie and the football team posted a video online, calling themselves the Red Circle, threatening the Black Hood. How stupid. Her mother had almost banned her from going to school, but thankfully her father talked her out of it.

Natalie was walking down the hallway looking for Betty. Betty had gone to the Blue & Gold office to get the mail, and hadn’t showed up to class. Natalie arrived outside the office and knocked lightly on the door before opening it carefully.

“Betty?”

Kevin and Betty were sitting by the desk, Kevin was obviously shocked because of something and Betty just looked at her blankly. Natalie stopped, debating if she should leave or not.

“Sorry, uhm, what’s going on?” she asked sheepishly. Kevin gestured her to close the door so she did, before sitting down next to him. “Did something happen?”

Betty didn’t say anything but handed her a letter and a paper with a cipher on it. Natalie scanned over the letter, her eyes widening with every word. “Jesus christ. This is seriously fucked up.” she huffed, handing Betty back the letter.

“My speech...” Betty took a deep breath, shaking her head, “...inspired him. That stupid speech I wrote.”

“So, the Black Hood was at the Jubilee.” Kevin said.

“The entire town was there!”

“We should give this to Kevin’s dad.” Natalie offered, swallowing the fear that started to flow through her. Shit.

“The cipher, yeah, sure. But not the letter.” Betty’s voice was shaky and nervous. “This- This is just… for me. We can’t tell anyone about it.”

“This is evidence!” Kevin argued, and turned his head to Natalie for support.

“I- I don’t know...” Natalie muttered. She understood why Betty didn’t want to give the letter to the sheriff, but at the same time, it seemed like a bad idea not to.

Kevin and Betty argued some more about what to do with the letter and Betty explained how this was obviously a test, meant only for her. Kevin finally gave in and the trio left the office in silence, tension forming with each step they took.

The rest of the day, Natalie felt numb. Was this really happening? Betty did give her mother the cipher and the day after, it was on the front page of the newspaper. Natalie decided not to go to school that day. She’d rather stay at home with her own thoughts than the chaos that would be Riverdale High at the moment. In the afternoon, she got a call from Betty, asking her to come with her to Jughead’s trailer and work on the cipher. Natalie wasn’t ecstatic about getting involved, but was getting bored out of her mind, locked up in her room, so she accepted.

Kevin offered to walk with her to the Southside, since Natalie had never been there before. Natalie didn’t know much about the Southside. She had heard talks of a gang called the Southside Serpents, and apparently Jughead’s father was their leader, but she knew little else. The fact that the gang was called the Serpents made her think of SP’s snake tattoo. What a coincidence.

When Natalie and Kevin arrived at Jughead’s trailer, Betty was already there as well as a pink-haired girl called Toni, Jughead’s friend from his new school. She had on a leather jacket, a huge serpent printed on the back of it. The design was awfully similar to SP’s tattoo. That’s weird. They ordered some food and started working on the cipher, without much luck.

“These symbols look so familiar to me.” Betty suddenly broke the silence. “It’s like I’ve seen them before, and it’s driving me crazy I can’t figure out where.”

“Maybe if you loosened your ponytail.” Toni said, causing the other four people in the room to look at her with furrowed brows. “What? That was… a joke, guys.”

“Betty’s ponytail is iconic, and beyond reproach.” Kevin said, offended, making Jughead and Natalie chuckle.

“Kev, it’s fine. At this point, I’m willing to try anything.” Betty sighed and removed the hair tie, letting her hair loose.

There was something extremely uncomfortable about the atmosphere in the room, so Natalie started going through the papers again, hoping to avoid the tension.

“Where did you get that dog tag?” Toni suddenly asked her.

Natalie looked at her in confusion, and without thinking, her finger started clutching the necklace. “Oh, uhm, my friend gave it to me. Why?”

Toni narrowed her eyes for a second, before turning her attention back to the book she was holding. “It’s just that my friend has one exactly like that.” she stated dully.

Okay, that’s definitely weird.

“Let’s go back to the basics.” Jughead sat up from the couch, “What do we know about this guy? Who is he?”

“He’s a white male, in his 40s. Like, almost every serial killer ever.” Toni answered.

“No, I mean, like, why… Why is he killing people?” Jughead wondered, “Or at least, why now?”

Betty, Natalie and Kevin shared a look before Betty spoke up. “We know the Hood’s obsessed with cleansing the town of sinners and hypocrites, right? And he seems to be attacking anyone with ties to the Northside.”

“Here we go with the fake news again.” Toni interrupted, clearly annoyed. “You Northsiders and your privilege! All you do is demonize the Southside, so of course you think the Black Hood’s from there.”

If Natalie thought the atmosphere was uncomfortable before, she was dead wrong. Kevin looked at her with a look that clearly said ‘Oh shit’. Betty and Toni kept arguing and suddenly Toni announced that Jughead was lying to Betty about sitting with the Serpents at lunch. Natalie wanted to disappear in that moment, the tension was unbearable.

“I’m gonna go...” Kevin broke the awkward silence and Natalie had never been as thankful.

“Yeah, I should go too.” she said and stood up, and to her surprise Toni started packing her things and headed to the door as well.

She closed the door to the trailer behind her and saw Toni storming away. “Toni, wait!” she called and ran after her. She needed to ask her about the dog tag and her friend. She had to know. She finally caught up with her and managed to grab Toni’s arm.

“What do you want?” Toni rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Sorry. Uhm, why did you ask me about the dog tag?” Natalie asked and swallowed.

Toni looked at her for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows and sighed. “Were you in Pittsburgh this summer?”

Natalie’s stomach turned. How did she know that? Was SP from here? How could this be happening? She opened her mouth to say something when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She mouthed a sorry and picked up the phone, opening the text message from Veronica.

Come to the tracks, the Serpents showed up and the Bulldogs are getting ready to fight them, need help - Veronica

“Toni?” Natalie stuttered, still looking at her phone.

“What?” she spat back, hands still crossed.

“Apparently Archie and the football team are about to fight some Serpents by the tracks...”

Toni dropped her hands to her sides and clenched her jaw, letting out a frustrated sigh before turning on her heels and walking away. Natalie stood there, frozen, until Toni turned around and called, “Well? Come on then!”

By the time Natalie and Toni were halfway to the tracks, it started pouring rain. A few hundred feet away, Natalie saw a group of boys, standing opposite each other in a line. Motorcycles were parked on the Serpents side, and a few cars were behind the Bulldogs. Toni grabbed Natalie’s arm and led her behind one of the cars to get a better look. She saw Archie in the front, taking a step towards the line of Serpents. A tall boy was sitting on a motorcycle, his raven black hair dripping wet from the rain. He stood up and walked up to Archie, towering over him.

Oh my god. It can’t be.

She watched, terrified, as Archie took a step back, clenching his fist, and using his whole body weight to slam it into the Serpents jaw. Natalie let out a loud gasp as she watched SP fall to the ground and chaos broke out between the rest.

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[rainystripe]

{one-shot (?)} ROLL DEEP

pairing: Jughead Jones/Betty Cooper fandom: Riverdale 6773 words Summary/excerpt: “Merry Christmas, jo—y” he mutters to himself after securing a large bite of brownie in his mouth. It’s dark in his room during Christmas, but the darkness fades away as his phone lights up with 5 back to back messages from Betty. It doesn’t take much guessing to wonder what she’s sent.

A greeting of course, and a million colorful emoji.

Jug!

Merry Christmas

!

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or,

Jughead Jones + Netflix and Chill= Betty Cooper?

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Okay, idk where to start LOL. This is inspired by my own dumb text posts and @sweaters-and-crowns inspired me to write this out. I wrote this shit in an entire sitting until my phone was about to die. ANYWAY, a huge, HUGE thank you to @theatreofexpression, @electromagnetic-waves and @rezfaultsmoke for helping me out with this! Honestly, cannot express my gratitude enough <3

I have the option for a possible follow up chapter just in case I go along with it. But lemme know if one of you is interested in collaborating with the second one?!

lastly, Happy Holidays to everyone reading this.

Being alone wasn’t all that bad. Jughead Jones knew that perfectly well. And it’s not that he’s entirely lonely, he has friends and family.

A very spotty family at that, but there’s always a family there for him. And as of late, his choice of family isn’t one by blood in fact, his best friend and his dad are always there for him. Archie and Fred Andrews are always on call for whenever he needs anything. It’s not that Jughead is some type of beggar, because he isn’t, but when he finds that he needs the comforting warmth of familiar faces, good greasy food, and overall good times, the Andrews men are always a good choice.

It’s December 13th in late 2015 when Archie texts Jughead the password to the Netflix account that had recently Fred opened up. The red haired teen has done nothing but gush about how ‘epic’ and ‘fucking awesome’ the application was and at first Jughead doesn’t understand the hype. He’s heard of it, yeah— who hasn’t? The ads are everywhere and so are the stupid memes. Jughead also didn’t understand why he would  need an online theater since there was a perfectly working on through the Bijou and the Twilight. The later of while held glorious tin encased reels from years past. Nothing could compare to the original format of film, but alas, Jughead was born in a different era: the Digital Age.

“Netflix and Chill”

Just hearing Archie talk about the popular term makes the blue eyed teen grimace as he stuffs a chip into his mouth. Archie has been on a quest to ‘get some girls’ and as far as Jughead knew, no one was biting. He does however, know what the entirety of the football team have been ‘getting some fine ass pussy’ (according to Chuck Clayton) as of late, and the not-subtle locker confessions are always accompanied by the Netflix and Chill combo. He doesn’t quite get what the fuss is all about nor does he care. But one thing is for sure, and that is that Jughead Jones doesn’t want to “chill” with a girl while he could be watching a movie on his own.

Unless that girl was blonde, green eyed and super into movies as he was. Elizabeth Cooper was the only girl that he'd hang out with and that was law. No one else could sit with him through a movie, not even his kid sister Jellybean, as she’d talk through the entire selection of his choice and whine about his top choice films for being ‘boring’. Archie was something else, maybe he’d reconsider the ginger if he’d stop falling asleep during Inglourious Basterds. So, Betty was the perfect candidate for watching a movie or t.v series with.

There’s a strange occurrence one day when they all sit for lunch one day, the blonde plops down and immediately dips her head down to ask them something. They’re outside in the blistering cold and Archie is seated next to her while Jughead sits across from the pair. It’s a normal lunch break  until Betty asks what the meaning to ‘chilling with Netflix...or whatever’ meant.

The redhead next to her strings loudly at the wooden guitar while Jughead swears the apple juice he’s just been drinking might’ve gone up his nose. Their reactions only cause Betty’s authoritative gaze to inquire for more information and in typical Cooper fashion, the look demands answers.

“Uh, w-why do you ask, Betts?” Jughead doesn’t mean to stutter, but he does and he doesn’t know why.

Betty blinks and a blonde brow shoots up “Because... Reggie just asked me if I wanted to ‘chill and netflix’ with him.” Her fingers raise to quote her own words, confusion evident on her face. “And then his goonies started to laugh!” She huffs and purses her lips.

Both Archie and Jughead share a knowing look, one of pity from Jughead and the other of awkwardness from his best friend. While Betty picks and tears at the plastic wrapped around her straw, she mumbles in annoyance, distaste as clear as day on her face.

“Ugh. What does that mean?” she mumbles.

Archie’s chocolate eyes urge Jughead’s own icy ones and vice versa. There’s a tiny tug and pull to see who will let Betty in on the dumb trend, and Jughead finally sighs. It always felt weird to talk about anything dirty or suggestive to wholesome Betty Cooper.

“Err— well, Betty…” when he finally starts, her ears perk up and all of her attention is on the beanie clad boy. The curious look and doe eyes make him gulp.

Why did he suddenly feel bad?

“Reggie is being a dumbo as per usual, so don’t listen to anything that leaves his Colgate mouth. But, if you must know…”

The explaining happens and by the end, Betty is fuming in disgust. Archie plants a comforting hand on her back and Jughead offers up the apple on his tray that he never eats as a condolence, one which Betty gratefully pockets for her walk back home after school.

That night, when he’s lounging in tiny space of his living room, his phone rings. Homework has been finished and his backpack was ready for the next class day. Jughead was fresh out the shower and attempting to write on his laptop when the password is texted to him. He stares at his phone for a good minute and ponders if his slow internet would even entice him to download the app on the older computer. It’s not until another text comes through a few minutes later that Archie reminds him of the web browser alternative that he finally gives in and signs into the page.

Writing was sort of boring and the trailer was actually warm for once thanks to the ancient heater that rumbled to life after kicking it in frustration that cold morning. Jughead turns off the light next to him by the couch, allowing darkness to engulf the tiny trailer. The website is simple enough and he realizes that one account already has been set to be his. He snorts and smiles and proceeds to click on the lazy looking image. He doesn’t know where to start; there is an overwhelming amount of content that’s plastered on the main page.

Mean Girls, The Walking Dead, Pocahontas even. Everything is new and flashy and none of it catches his attention and after scrolling for what felt like forever, a recommendation that he recognizes greets him: Rebel Without A Cause.

“Huh, not bad Netflix, not bad at all.” He mutters.

Jughead watches the entirety of the movie and then he’s watches another, and another. He watches a total of four classic films before his eyes close on him. The laptop eventually goes to sleep and Jughead has a strange dream where he’s the main character in a noir inspired film and Betty is a spy that’s out to get him.

—

Surprisingly enough, Netflix becomes a normal part of Jughead’s daily routine. He often finds himself watching The Twilight Zone while getting ready for school. Other times, he’s sitting on the small two person table in the corner of the kitchen while blowing on the instant ramen that he's made for dinner as Nightmare on Elm Street blares through the speakers of his laptop.

He won’t admit it to anyone because he’s not one to admit to anything, but Jughead finds himself literally chilling while watching Netflix. So maybe the concept of an online Blockbuster isn’t all that bad.

The days go on, and when Christmas break finally arrives, a selection of Christmas themed movies filter through his recommended list. Most of the films that have been selected don’t interest him—sans the original Home Alone (and that one only) so Jughead settles on binging the X-Files and going against the holiday mood that the year has bestowed on the entire planet.

“Santa, kiss my ass. Hello, aliens.”

On Christmas Eve, the trio of friends spend a few hours of the afternoon at Pop’s. Betty and Archie bring gifts and spoil Jughead. While he doesn’t have any gifts to give due to his nonexistent cash flow, he does manage to scavenge enough money from under the couch and the inside of his father's truck to pay for two milkshakes.

“Aww, you didn’t have to, Juggie!” críes Betty, but the look in her eyes say otherwise. If there was a way to describe the word ‘mouthwatering’ it would be the way her jade eyes gloss over with glee at the sight of her favorite treat being placed in front of her. Beside’s, milkshakes usually mark the end of their usual meal, so it was tradition anyway.

“It’s fine, Betty. Trust me. Just enjoy it, please.” The burning embarrassment that’s filling his belly makes him squirm at his version of a gift, but alas, his friends don’t seem to care about the quality or price tag.

“Okay.” Betty pouts back, but she cracks not a second after when her finger dips to scoop up the whipped cream topping the strawberry milkshake. The shy smile on her face makes him smile in return and before he can even register what he’s doing, the maraschino cherry from Betty’s treat is being plucked away from its creamy resting place.

“Jug!” she gasps in mild horror.

A sheepish grin breaks out on Jughead after popping the cherry into his mouth.

In the end, Archie offers his which Betty gratefully accepts and chews on while glaring at the dark haired boy sitting across from her.

Betty’s gift is a new cotton sweater in a cool grey, there’s no hoodie or zipper to it, and while it’s not his usual style, it’s very comfortable and warms him up faster than the broken heater. She’s also gifts him with the annual batch of brownies prepared by her mother, ones which he looked forward to every year. The sinful double chocolate chip fudge brownies were the epitome of heaven on earth that Alice Cooper somehow made every year. It was a treat that contradicts her usual strict style of dieting and control of food for her family, but he had no complains about the brownies, and he never will— unless she changes up the recipe to be skinny. His other gift is a 40 dollar gift card to Pops which Archie swears was the best gift ever since he will be able to reload it whenever he wanted to. A suggestion which Archie throws at him that includes the pink card being reloaded by him for his birthday and the following Christmas.

He’s grateful, he really is. Money is a problem, Jughead grew up with minimal money in his life. Being poor and broke and living off used things was the norm for him. He was still too young to find a job and while his father does provide here and there (albeit rarely being home) Jughead manages.

He always manages.

The internet that runs throughout Sunnyside is a shared connection routing through one main trailer where a guy manages to get illegal access to. It’s not the fastest or the best as every trailer uses the line, but it works fine for him when he’s nestles in bed at night. Being a night owl had its perks, no one was awake when he was, which meant that the internet was free of all the traffic that usually slows it down during the day.

Midnight arrives like any other night. There’s a distant crack in the air, fireworks most likely.

“Merry Christmas, jo—y” he mutters to himself after securing a large bite of brownie in his mouth. It’s dark in his room during Christmas, but the darkness fades away as his phone lights up with 5 back to back messages from Betty. It doesn’t take much guessing to wonder what she’s sent.

A greeting of course, and a million colorful emoji.

Jug!

Merry

Christmas

!

followed by a plethora of green Christmas trees and pink hearts (oddly enough) a few reindeer, presents, bows and confetti. All which she flawlessly executes with the dramatic background effect on the messaging app which lights up with animated fireworks.

“Geez, Betty. An enigma you are.” He reckons out loud before replying with his own simple greeting.

Merry Christmas, Betty. followed by a plain thumbs up.

—

Exactly two years later, 2016 Jughead Jones would have actually laughed in the face of his present self when told that he was in a romantic relationship. A romantic relationship with a girl, not a stranger, but Elizabeth Cooper.

Jughead was sure that love wasn’t for him. Love and affection had screwed him over since the day he was conceived. His father, FP Jones was a recovering alcoholic now, but he he used to be a poor father. A gang leader, drug dealer with major issues. Gladys Jones— his mother, who knows where the hell she’d fucked off to. She claims to be in Toledo with his grandparents and younger sister Jellybean, but who knows really.

Life had gotten complex during the summer of 2017. A local golden boy had been murdered and the mystery of who did it had somehow brought Betty and himself closer together, so close in fact that Jughead realized that his feelings for her were much farther from friendly.

They had their ups and downs as any couple does. At some point he was sure that they just couldn’t work out. It was as if the universe and his cursed destiny tried to pry him from anything good in his life, but he should have known Betty.

Boy, should he have, especially when dealing with Betty and her world famous stubbornness.

Her fight and reassurance kicks him in the face, planting firmly the idea that he controls his own path and destiny. So, ever since their last breakup back during Halloween, things have been well for the young couple. So well in fact that he was sure he was permanently high.

High off Betty Cooper.

A delicious high, one which he couldn’t get enough of. Her scent, her skin, eyes nose and lips, every bit of Betty was a craving that he woke up to every morning. Jughead was still somewhat shy and awkward around her, that was who he was in personality. He wasn’t some stud who walked around oozing sex appeal and constantly grabbing his girlfriends ass while out in public. Far from it.

Behind closed doors and in the comfort of certain places, both teens found solace in each other’s arms. A comfort and warm that could brave anything the outside world brought to them. No attempt at joining his father's ex-gang could break them. Alice Cooper’s demands to leave FP’s son in Southside went on deaf ears.

Jughead muttered words of love to Betty.

“I love you...I love you.”

She’d watched in surprise at his confession, one which filled her with so much joy that she found the words to mutter them back with tears looking at her jade eyes as she inched closer with a heart crushing smile on her face.

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

Betty was a part of him then and an even more important one now.

The warm scent of coconut wafts up his nostrils. It’s Christmas again, and this year Betty is spending it with him in the dinky trailer. It’s cold inside and neither teen have bothered to separate from each other to run out and grab the portable heater that Betty had brought along.

Betty’s lips are on his, working through a wet frenzy that makes his stomach clench in need. Their kiss is sloppy to say the least. Long have the brownies been forgotten. The fresh sweets where the reason as to why she was with him in the first place, having begged Alice to let her take the car to drop them off. Even though it was midnight now, Betty had perfectly mapped out when to ask and leave the house.

“Mm—Betty, your mom—“  Jughead muttered between kisses.

“—is asleep” she replied around a mouthful full of tongue. Feverish kisses filled the air of the cramped trailer, their mouths digging deeper into one another. Betty whimpered at the feel of Jughead’s tongue curling against her own, her hands coming down to keep her steady against the edges of the couch.

“You sure?”

“Positive, now shut up and kiss me.” She smiled into his lips. The blue eyed boy eyes crinkled in response, a mischievous smile creeping tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“If you say so.” He finished before attacking her moist lips once more. Teeth came in contact and wet sounds filled the air. The short gasps of air warmed up their faces as they continued to kiss until Betty was resting her back against the worn out cushions of the couch.

This Christmas was already starting off with a literal bang and Jughead had never been so excited for any holiday in his life.

Nimble fingers slip into midnight curls, tugging Jughead closer into her mouth. The same fingers feel good against his scalp which send a delicious sensation down his spine and across his entire body. He’s positioned himself above the blonde, making sure not to crush her by hoisting his body up by one knee in between her legs while the other hangs off the couch. Betty’s legs however, are a different story. The couch was far too small and they were both too tall. One of Betty’s legs is propped up against the headrest of the couch while the other struggles to stay curled around his hanging leg. Gravity doesn’t help and her leg is constantly dragging down before she hoists it back up into place.

Betty notes the taste on his lips and tongue, it’s sweet from the brownies and strong from the coffee he’d downed earlier. The taste is delicious and she can’t get enough and makes sure to let it be known when she curls her tongue against his own, sucking on it lightly. The action causes the deep rumble of his moan to rip through the deepest reaches of his body. It strikes her as super sexy and she moans back.

Jughead latches onto her bottom lip, knipping it softly before plucking it. Her cherry lips are engorged and plump, screaming in a lovely tint that only beckons him to return. Her chest is heaving and his hand reaches out to lift the peach colored top from her body. The tiniest brush against her skin burns him and suddenly the room is no longer freezing, but scalding hot.

Sucking in a ragged breath, Betty manages to lift the top half of her body and arms to remove her sweater, leaving her in a flower patterned lace bra. The laptop screen is still bright in front of them. Home Alone is playing in the background and the hotel scene manages to accentuate the lighting around Betty.

Jughead swallows at the mere sight of Betty’s glowing honey eyes under the effect of the screen. A sheen of gloss on her lips blinds him and he wants nothing more than to kiss her again.

He’s about to lean down when she stops with him with a warm hand on his chest.

Her usually alert eyes are blown wide and lust envelops the usually sweet girl. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth and Jughead feels his mouth go dry.

Betty is stunning.

The swell of her breasts calls to him and he can’t get close. The periwinkle tinted bra is tight against her skin and he wonders if he can free her from it soon. Betty, however has other plans. She shoots him a shy look and avoids eye contact and she wiggles out of her skirt.

“Betty?” He whispers. Why? He doesn’t know. It’s not like there’s someone else in the trailer.

When the fabric reaches her knees, Jughead takes it as a signal to move back and give her space to watch her as she lifts her long legs in the air to dispose of the wine colored skirt.

It’s a sight, and wonderful one at that. Long creamy legs, supple thighs and matching set of underwear greet him and blue eyes watch intently as Betty bends both knees in front of her stomach. Her pink sneakers dangle in front if him as her arms reach for her knees, hugging them close to her chest. A teasing smile causes his boxers to feel tighter. Blood pumps down south and Jughead groans. The only time that he chooses to wear boxers briefs too. The strain is stifling and he feels the urge to get naked then and there.

“Betts…” He sighs in desperation. He doesn’t know why she’s huddled up or why she’s smiling at him him like that, but damn does she looks good enough to eat.

“Jug…” she copies. Her hands move from cupping her knees to roaming down her legs all while keeping her knees close. It’s a movement that baby blue eyes never stray away from.

Jughead’s eyes widen slightly, urging her on. “Yeah?”

Suddenly she’s nervous, very nervous. There’s something that she’s been wanting for a few days now, a repeat of what they first tried a week prior. An experiment that involved Jughead’s mouth. It’s hunted her, the thought and memories combined with feelings causing arousal to pool in between her legs.

She can’t help wanting to stop their act to get a dose of his mouth on her nether region, but the need is incredibly strong and her panties only become wetter by the second.

“I want you...here.” Her legs part slightly, allowing enough space for her arm to budge through her thigh to cover her sex through her underwear. Betty gulps in anticipation, wondering if Jughead will say no and if she’s ruined the moment with her request.

Their sexual history was tame, wild missionary sex with the occasional ass in the air for Betty as Jughead pounds at her from behind. Sex was new, and they’d only been experimenting for a few weeks, so introducing something new was always nerve wracking. Betty remembers how shy he’d been when she had stuffed her hand into his jeans two nights after their loss of virginity. A day after that Jughead rubbed her into an orgasm over her panties while waiting for school to start. Even then, they’d both fumbled during the entire process. A series of apologies littered the entire thing consummation.

They were wet behind the ears, yes, but that didn’t stop two hormonal teenagers from lusting after each other. Two weeks prior, Jughead managed to gather his thoughts and went down on Betty for the first time, earning him a wet nose and chin with a thigh crushing orgasm against his head from Betty all while doing it on her childhood bed. It must have been good enough to want her to ask for seconds, because his heart has leapt at her sudden request.

“Oh.” He said lightly.

Noticing his response not being as enthusiastic as she’d imagined it be, Betty’s legs slowly drop back down, embarrassment engulfing her. Again, her heart quickens and a dull ring is the only thing that she can properly register. Quickly, she moves to sit up, green eyes avoiding his. The shame in her face is obvious and Betty feels stupid for ruining the moment.

Why couldn’t she have just let nature take its course without having to interrupt it for her own selfish needs?

“You know, never mind.” A nervous laugh escapes her and Betty is moving to sit up but Jughead stops her. The boy moves in closer to her, and her legs are nudged apart. Her heart slams against her chest and Betty is blinking up at Jughead in surprise.

“It’s okay, Betty. I’ll do it...you don’t have to ask.” He adds shyly. His eyes wander to hers, locking together that it becomes hard to look away.

It was surprising that she’s asked him to repeat the act. The first time was sloppy and not how he’d imagine it to be, but he had managed to make her come and since it was never brought up again until now, Jughead had guessed she didn’t like it.

But now, his member was growing stiffer against his boxers the longer that he thought about tasting Betty again.

“Oh, I just…” her green eyes also wander off with an equally awkward look on her face, but  her focus moves to his pajama pants where a bulge was beginning to form. The red in her cheeks is adorable and Jughead suddenly leans down to kiss her, catching her off guard. Betty gasps into the kiss, opening her mouth wider for Jughead’s tongue to invade every inch. The kiss gets heated, and Jughead body pushes down against her own, making Betty lay down once again.

As they kiss, Jughead inhales deeply, enjoying the mewls that escaped Betty when taking her leg to prop back up against the headrest. His hand trails down from her knee, down the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

The continue to kiss with Betty breaking contact to shuffle closer down towards his knee, spreading her legs even wider in the process by hooking an arm under her other leg. Kisses are placed against his jaw and down the exposed skin of his neck. It’s only when her nose nuzzles his sweater does he realize that he’s still fully clothed.

Jughead shrugs off the material in a hurry, his hair becoming a mess of curls jutting in every direction, a look which makes Betty bite at the corner of her bottom lip.

He looks delicious.

Shirtless, with wild hair and a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pajama pants. Jughead makes Betty’s clit throb in need, so much so that her hand leaves her leg to cup her center instead. The fabric is moist to the touch and Betty gasps at how sensitive she feels at the simplest of pressure.

“Juggie…”

Jughead’s stormy eyes shine black under the light of the laptop screen, the shadows cast complex shadows on Jughead’s body which cause Betty to lick at her lips when trailing her eyes down his exposed chest and hips. The black band of his boxers pokes through the blue hues of the plaid pattern of his bottoms. The dip in his hips is sharp and balances out the smooth taut skin of his abdomen while his arms fill out with a strong bulk of muscle that works for his body type: not too much but enough to make her mouth water.

“Lay back Betty.”

And she does, head coming in contact with the wood skeleton of the ancient armrest. The butterflies in her stomach suddenly burst into a flurry of excitement that make her suck in a breath of anticipation. Both of her hands come to lay on her stomach, her chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.

“I’m gonna go down on you, okay?” It's not until Jughead moves slightly that Betty ss able to see how deep his eyes have darkened, the pupils of his eyes gone pitch black with a single ring of blue circling the iris. The look alone cause her walls to pulse on their own and Betty nods.

“Okay.”

The movie is long forgotten and the brownies are as cold by then. Jughead finds a spot on his stomach to lay on, its cramped on the couch. It’s one of the time where he wishes he could move them to the bed, but all that walking would ruin some of the mood.

When he’s nestled in front Betty’s spread legs, her arousal become more evident. There’s a dark patch on her panties and the fabric sticks to her folds like a second skin.

“Jug…”

He glances up at Betty, who’d eventually moved up a bit to give him space. Her blonde head now rests on the armrest, one leg still up on the head rest while the other is dangled off his couch. Betty’s green eyes were dark and glazed over in need, both her hands fisted at her hips.

“Sorry, babe.” Her arousal was strong, enticing and doing things to him. Jughead’s hand move to hover above her panty before hooking a finger right over the soaked spot to push the material to the side, exposing Betty to the cool air. She shudders at the exposure and shifts slightly. It’s still somewhat embarrassing to be so exposed, but Jughead boosts a confidence in her that she was sure she didn’t have before and she loves it.

Gulping at the sight, Jughead inches closer to Betty, the elegant slit, moist and beckoning for attention.

“You know, somehow this is better than those brownies.” He muses, smirking.

Betty’s cheeks flame up at the comment and her legs move to close before he’s reaching up to push them apart.

She’s embarrassed and rightfully so, they both have yet to stare openly at each other so intimately.

“Please” She whispers. “I want this.” Betty whines and bucks her hips, rolling them in want. The blonde patch of hair above her pink folds is always a sight to behold. It’s cute and suits her and while he didn’t understand her need to trim, Jughead decides that it is very Betty like to have and quite frankly, he doesn’t care how she looks like down there.

His fingers brush over the tougher hair, tugging at it slightly before running them down her moist lips. And in one swoop, his face is burying down on to her warm core.

Nose deep, Jughead sucks in the air around him, slowing down to breath while indulging in Betty. A shudder rips through her body and she shakes beneath him with a moan so loud that it alarms even herself. Immediately, her hands reach to grab onto anything. And Betty finds her nails digging into the back of the armrest and the cushion beneath her. Her body arches, hips rolling into her boyfriends mouth while her body twists in pleasure. The shaking never stops and Betty knows she isn’t cold.

“Ah—“ she cries out. Jughead closes his eyes, his tongue rolling up and down Betty’s folds, making sure to stop on her clit to rub circles on the bundle of nerves. She’s shaking and he smirks into her skin.

Her body hasn’t been stimulated like that, with a ravenous mouth. As it stands, the young couple are novices who only have missionary (for the most part.) sex. So, having Jughead delicately grind his soft tongue against her aching clit sends her over the moon and Betty finds that her body won’t stop shaking from excitement.

The taste is something he can’t describe. It’s unlike anything he’s tasted before, but he likes it. It’s Betty and he’s causing her to release her juices. A boost of confidence washes over him and his mouth continues to work harder. Jughead’s dark head swivels against Betty, and she blushes when she catches a glimpse of his work.

Up, down, side to side, his tongue laps through pink folds. He even comes in contact with her entrance, teasing it with a few light probes which cause her to gasp and scramble to sit up on her elbows. He’s doing something right and he continues to pleasure Betty even more.

“Ooh, like that, Juggie...oh.” Betty moans, watching Jughead’s dark head go to work on her. The view is intoxicating and it’s hard to register that the act is happening to her. The sight is in fact her underwear, her patch of blonde, all which bluntly remind her that Jughead Jones is buried nose deep in her pussy.

She tosses her head back in ecstasy the moment the sucking on her engorged clit becomes too much. The pleasure is tingling and her body is on fire. Betty’s blonde tresses have long been let loose and she runs her fingers through her hair, gripping at the scalp to control the moans that she’s too embarrassed to release and Jughead takes notice.

The sucking become quicker, matching his beating heart, a rapid motion that causes Betty to gasp loudly. Her green eyes snap down to stare at him in awe, pink lips parted. Tiny moans and ‘yes, yes’ invade his body urging him on.

The sucking become sloppy, and Jughead returns to licking her wildly while Betty grinds her sex against his mouth. Her cries are starting to become louder, the filter slowly disappearing.

“That’s it, no need to hold it in.” He pauses to urge her on. He wants to hear Betty, he wants to hear and see how badly she wants him. The strain in his boxers is unbearable and at some point Jughead finds his own hips grinding into the corners of the cushion to release some friction. The gyration against his hips against the cushion only urges him on and before both know it, his mouth back on Betty. Jughead’s hunger is amplified by the use of his tongue on Betty.

“Oh fuck—“ the sob that tears through the living room makes Jughead stop his actions. The sight of Betty riding through her orgasm is indescribable. Like an flower bud finally unraveling and blossoming, Betty is a literal description of the act. Betty gasps, her breath hitching as her body shakes and her hips snap in front of him three times. Tiny grunts explode from her shaking body and the sounds make Jughead shudder.

The scene is erotic and beautiful, better than any scene in any movie.

“Wow.” Breaths Jughead after she’s landed back down. The shaking has minimized but her thighs still twitch against the sides of his arms. Betty pushes up against the corner of the couch with a finger trapped in her teeth. Her blonde locks are a mess and cover her eyes but to Jughead, it as the sexiest thing he’s ever witnessed.

The tired smile that Betty manages blows the air right out of him.

“God, Betty. That was...stunning.” He breathes, leaning over to her and brushing the golden strands away from her face.

“Mm, you’re so good at that, Jug.” She croaks, her voice light as she struggled to catch her breath. Somehow, Betty finds the will to smirk seductively at him. Jughead groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Again, all Betty can manage to do is groan and tug him down for a kiss.

“I love you, Juggie. I love you so much.” Her declaration make his heart swell, as well as his cock. He’s sure that she’s sucking on his lower lip to taste herself, and it’s made more obvious when she laps at the bottom of his lip.

“Thank you.” She’s still shaking and her stomach continues to jerk against her will and Jughead notices when his hand brushes her navel.

And Betty can taste herself, she can also smell herself which makes her stomach coil in need. She has had a mind blowing orgasm, and she wanted more. But she was sure that she couldn’t  go through another one so soon, but she finds Jughead’s hand and leads his fingers to her sensitive folds.

“You did that.” Betty whispers hotly against his ears.

Jughead sucks in a breath and nods, his voice lowering. “I did…”

“Mm.”

The silent foreplay continues and Jughead doesn’t move from his position right above Betty. He continues to rub lazily along her even slicker folds which cause her to gasp and buck her hips. Jughead loves the result that he’s caused. When he comes in contact with her swollen clit, Betty jerks and immediately grabs him by the wrists and shoots him a shy look.

“I don’t think I can do another one just yet.” Biting her lip, Betty blinks up at him and Jughead nods, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Jughead freezes, silently cursing for kissing her there right after where he’s mouth has been.  Betty seems to notice and giggles.

“It’s okay, Jug. I’ll take a shower as soon as I get home...which I should be doing right about--“ when reaching for her phone on the coffee table, the blonde just about shoots up a foot high.

“Ohmygod.”

“Ohmygod, Jug. I gotta go! My mom's going to kill me!” Like a hurricane, Betty sprints from the couch only stopping to fix her underwear before she’s slipping the crumpled skirt back over her legs and Jughead frowns.

Really?

As confused as he is, he still manages to move out of her way. What time was it anyway? She’s been over for what? Two hours? Also, Betty had been positive that her mother would be knocked out by now.

“Betty, I’m sure your mom won’t notice—“  Betty interrupts him as soon as he starts by shoving her phone in his face. It’s 3:24 am and there are three missed calls and a text: all from ‘Momster’

“Oh shit. Betty.” Jughead’s eyes had gone wide and he moves to help her move along. He guesses that he can live with blue balls than face the wrath of Alice Cooper. After all, he can always get access to Betty when he wants to and if he asks nicely. But for now, he’s helping her by throwing the red scarf over her shoulder and wrapping it as best as he can while she retires her hair.

“She’s going to murder me. When did it become 3?” The panic is evident and he feels bad for her. If he could, he would show up to doorstep and take the verbal beating instead.

“Better yet, why is she still up?” Jughead muses. Betty stops and wonders, but shakes her head after a moment. Time was precious and Alice Cooper did not wait. Taking her bag from the single seat, she leans in and plants a kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t...help you out.”

Both teens move to look at his crotch and Jughead coughs. Turning at an angle to avoid the attention that his erection was receiving. It's not as bad as it was earlier, all the Alice talk ruining the mood in the end.

“It’s fine. No need to worry about me, Betts.”

Betty shoots him a sad smile, she really does feel bad. She wanted more but they had no time. So instead she makes a promise. Jughead blinks when Betty steps closer, her warm breath, ghosting over his ear.

“I’ll make it up to you. Think of it as part two to your present?” His body shudders with excitement at the thought. His body also freezes at the hand that squeezes at his cock through the thin material of his pajama bottoms.

“Be—“

Betty Cooper winks and waves before she’s out the door and running towards the station wagon parked in front of the trailer. Jughead stands there for a split second before rushing to the door, watching as the head beams light up the makeshift driveway and as Betty pulls out. She manages a wave through the window and he returns it. The station wagon peels out of Sunnyside Park, driving off into the distance.

Once she’s gone, Jughead takes a quick shower and drops into the bed in a heap of sexual frustration. He’d tried to help himself out under the cool water that the trailer managed to pump out, but he didn’t get far. A hand did not compare to Betty’s hands and lips. He can’t help the lingering arousal but the night had been fun and it turned out different than what he expected. It’s a Christmas completely different to the previous ones before and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he’s nestled into the warm sheets, his phone lights up.

A message from Betty.

Netflix and Chill? My house 6:40 sharp. Parents are visiting Polly.

He snorts at the term, the same term which he now remembers caused Betty to make the stinkiest face he’s ever seen. It’s not something he’d like back then, but he’s suddenly very grateful for Archie talking so much about the app that it somehow brought Betty and Jughead together for Christmas.

And besides, it’s not like they’ll be watching anything. There has to be something to distract them to set the mood. Who really watches a movie when they have a significant other anymore?

Netflix and Chill? You bet.

The phone clicks as it’s turned off and Jughead grins in the darkness, excited for the next couple of hours.

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merry chrystler, murry curr’mas!!

[yourjughead]

Twisted Snake pt.2

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Bughead. Warnings: Mentions of abuse and bruising, possible swear I can't remember. A/N: I'm so so happy with the response from you guys for this story, really encouraging. I'm not overly confident with this part but hopefully you'll like it and I haven't ruined it. Also would you like another part? If so are ye happy to continue in Jughead POV or would you like more 3rd person etc. Let me know dollies. REQUESTS OPEN ------------------------------------------- Jughead Pov. After Betty screamed at me for an hour and reassured her for another hour, I had just about managed to salvage my relationship. Not even sure if that's even what I want, a relationship that's just barely one. The party had cleared out but the house was a state to behold. Nope. Not my problem. I turned on my heels and rejoined Vegas in the garage. ~~~~ For the next week I spent every possible non school moment in Pops. More so than usual. I was practically part of the furniture, just hoping to “accidentally” run into y/n again. It didn't go unnoticed by Betty, I just played it off as wanting to write more. What was her deal? What's wrong with my name? I mean it's not exactly conventional but people don't usually run away from me panicked when they hear it. I am the new Voldemort. I am he who should not be named. I laughed a loud at my stupid thoughts. It was late on Friday and Pops started to fill, I just had a feeling she wouldn't like it crowded, I didn't. I got a few strange looks from the couple next to me. I strolled home and collapsed onto the air mattress, it huffing beneath me. Archie won't be home for at least an hour, he's out with Veronica. I feel totally defeated, where am I to find this one girl in a sea of others...well none like her. Wait...she's not like the Riverdale girls because she isn't one! Oh I'm an idiot. I jumped off the “bed” and grabbed my jeans practically putting them on both legs at once. I grabbed my keys and as I went for the front door I ran into Archie and Veronica stumbling in. “Oh Jughead...we were just umm” “Don't need to explain Archie... actually please don't explain just stay off my mattress” I brushed past not wanting to prolong the awkwardness. I sat into Archie's truck, he's not going to appreciate this but he probably won't notice right now with Veronica to preoccupy him. I hate driving, hate it. I'm no good at it but I don't feel like walking to the Southside at quarter past midnight. After a few false starts, messing up the radio frequency and general terrible driving I arrived outside the Wyte Worm. After taking a few laps inside the bar I gave up. I'm not going to find her here, I wouldn't find me here why would I find her here.  Okay think if I were her who is similar to me where would I be. “Jughead? What are you doing here?” oh no. I'm dead. “You shouldn't be here Juggy” “Um yeah Dad sorry I was just looking for someone…” “Who? Who could you possibly be looking for here Jughead?” “Emmm Y/N” Dad took a step closer to me, eyes darkening. “And what would you want with her?” His tone was harsh. “Emm she left heart medication in Archie's when she was at my party” well that's a terrible lie but it needed to be serious enough of a thing to let behind that he'd tell me where she is “Why was she at your party?!” “Uh I'm not sure, wasn't everyone? Is there something wrong with her?” “You could say that” he bit. “You won't find her here anyway Juggy but I guess missing heart meds is kinda serious emmmm okay I'd say you'll probably find her lot over at the Podges...I'll come with you” “No!” He looked at me confused “well you're not going there by yourself”. Oh yeah leave it to now for my Dad to step up and care. “I won't, I'm going to just go home and ring the pharmacy on the pack tomorrow” I turned and walked briskly away from him. “Don't go there Jughead. I'm warning you.” He called after me, his seriousness radiating through across the distance. I waved in acknowledgement as I sat into the truck, no intention to listen to him. I thought the Whyte Worm was rough. Nothing could compare to Podges. Total drunken chaos. I stood on the porch of the pub ((bar etc)) taking a deep breath, regretting it instantly and  stepped inside to total ruins. Fighting and shouting and utter chaos. The stench of old booze and smoke was deeply imbedded in the sheer dna of the place. I am Nancy Drew, Nancy Jones...Jughead Drew? Ehhh we'll circle back to that later. I pulled up my hood and put my hands in my pockets. I want to completely fly under the radar. I didn't do a very good job at it. A weight was thrown into my side and I was pushed into a small coat closet. Expecting to be attacked I closed my eyes and braced for impact, when the pain didn't come I reluctantly opened my eyes and found a concern stricken y/n with arms crossed. “y/n!” I threw my arms around her and thankfully she didn't push me away... immediately. “What are you doing here Jughead?! Are you totally off your game?!”   “I umm I just wanted to see you…” not creepy at all there Juggy. Her furrowed face softened and she left out a half laugh. I watched her bite her lip and put her hand to her head. “Thats...that's  really really sweet but also really really stupid, you could get yourself killed here for being who you are...let alone for talking to me” she seemed genuinely concerned. “Why...why would I get myself killed” I don't understand what is going on, at least Voldemort knew why he was hated. “It's cause of who your dad is…..” she couldn't meet my eyes. Once again my dad is ruining something that could be amazing for me. “What?!” I practically shouted. Y/N moved closer to me and put a finger to my lips. I brushed my hand over hers and brought it to my cheek and kept it there. I don't know what it is about to her. She's magnetic. I want to be closer to her in every way possible. “Shh Jughead you have to be quiet, I know it seems chaotic and loud but I'm actually surprised they don't know you're here already. Your dad is a ring leader in the Serpents and my dad….my dad isn't” her voice was shaky. “Who is your dad?” “Y/D/N Y/L/N…..leader of the the Scorpions…” she sounded ashamed and I could stop my eyes from widening. “As in…” “Yeah, as in Southside Scorpions” she meet my eyes again, glossy and sad. “Oh” well shit. This is not good. A territory feud that has been raging for years, bloodshed on both sides...too much blood. She gave me a small smile. The weakest of smiles. Breaks my heart. “Yeah Jughead, “Oh” is right, so yeah...I think you should go”  her hand dropped from my cheek and I missed it being there instantly. “Does it bother you?...does it bother you im not a Scorpion?” My voice was a little shaky for this question as I stepped closer to her again. “No, I know it should but it doesn't, I don't really fit in the gang mentality, my older brother will take  over leading not me, I don't belong to it like they want me to….does it bother you I'm not a Serpent?” “Oh yeah totally, can't even look at you" I laugh as she toyingly hits me into the chest. I know I'm with Betty but more than a bit of me wants to be with her. “Jugheeeeaaad” she whined playfully. I love how I'm making it impossible for her. The door swung open and y/n pushed me backwards beneath coats instantly. “Y/N? What..you...here..doing?” A man close to our age slurred out. “Nnnnnothing John...I was..i was just looking for my coat” her voice was entirely shaky and if that lad wasn't as out of it as he was he would have seen right through. “Oh alright well c'mere” John caught y/n roughly around the waist and she was visibly uncomfortable under his touch. He moved to kiss her lips as she turned her head, his lips meeting her cheek. Ugh. “Hey y/n, cop on” his tone was blunt and I could see the burning pressure he put on her wrist. “Ssssorry...I'll meet you out there my dad said he'll buy you a drink go go” his ears perked at the idea of a free drink and he briskly left the closet. Y/N let out the biggest sigh of relief I'd ever heard as she rubbed her red wrist. “Who was that?” I cautiously came out from beneath the coats. “No one” she brushed her hair out of her face and crossed her arms across her chest. “Was that...is that your boyfriend?” “Kinda…” “Oh…did he do that?” I pointed at the bruises along her arms where she had let the hoodie ride up. She instantly pulled it down covering them. “You need to go now” eyes fixed on my shoes. I moved closer to her and pulled the sleeve of her hoodie up. I held her arm in my hands and looked at the marbled marks decorating her arm. She stared at me while I couldn't take my eyes off the marks. I leaned in and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer. I moved my hands around her waist. I felt like this is where I belong, with her... granted not in the closet but I don't mind, I'm with her. I suddenly felt tears land on my cheek but they didn't belong to me. “Please Jughead...you need to go” she whispered with teary eyes breaking the kiss and moving away from me. “Y/N…” I moved for her again. “No” she moved as though my touch might burn her. “I….emm okay...here's my number I wrote it down for you..please dont hesitate to use it...” I gave it to her and she sheepishly took it. “Okay then...bye y/n” I slowly edged past her as she stood looking in the spot I once occupied. ------------------------------------- Teehee Xx

[sweetlysilent]

Secrets Never Last

Requested by: @theanimationgeek

Could you do a Jughead Jones x reader imagine where the reader is the quiet girl who knows a bit more about the Blossom murder than she’ll admit and has a crush on Jughead so he starts out acting like he likes her to get info but ends up really caring about her?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You moved to Riverdale a week before the murder of Jason Blossom. You were shocked when the incident happened, making you intrigued to find out who killed him. You had many secrets that nobody knew, one being that you had a crush on Jughead since the day you arrived, and that you knew way more about the murder than anyone, even Jughead himself.

Warnings: Like a few swear words, tiny fight, the truth about Jason Blossom.

Word Count: 2,705

A/N: This was really fun to write, I personally love writing Jughead imagines because his character is so unique to work with. Hope you enjoy! :)

Driving into the small town of Riverdale it seemed like it was warm and cozy, but yet held many secrets that could destroy it in seconds.

Your dad had gotten his job transferred to this little town, therefore, making you all move and get a ‘fresh start’ as some might say.

That is exactly what you needed too, back in your old town you weren’t exactly the favorite, so moving here and getting a chance to be someone new, you took it.

When you arrived in front of your new home you couldn’t believe it, it was huge compared to what you used to live in.

You were too caught up staring at your house in awe when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You jumped, startled and turned around quickly, coming face to face with a blonde haired girl and a red haired guy.

You blinked a few times before clearing your throat nervously, you never were that great with being social, you considered yourself introverted, not one to make friends as others normally would.

You shifted in place a few times before the blonde haired girl spoke up.

“I couldn’t help but notice you just moved here, my mother made you guys some welcome to the neighborhood cookies.” She smiled, handing you them, which you nicely took.

You gave a small smile, mumbling a quiet 'thank you’ which made the blondes’ smile bigger.

“I’m Betty by the way, and this is Archie.” Betty smiled, as did Archie, making you smile back.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” You spoke quietly, moving a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

Archie invited you to join them to hangout while your family unpacked, you were hesitant at first but they talked you into going with them.

From that day on you got close with the two, slowly joining their group of friends, which included a girl named Veronica, a guy named Kevin, and a mysterious guy named Jughead.

You slowly bonded with all of them, you were the quietest out of all of them in the group, but they didn’t mind and neither did you.

Everything was fine, you finally had that 'fresh start’, that is until July 4th, the day Jason Blossom went missing.

Everything changed after that.

The group was slowly crumbling apart, everyone was trying to figure out what happened to Jason, and that is why you slowly drifted away.

You did know what happened to him.

Being the quiet girl has its advantages, one being that you were actually really close with the Southside Serpents.

None of your friends knew that however, you kept it a secret, not wanting them to know you weren’t just a girl who went to Riverside High School.

You liked having a dark side that nobody knew about, it made you feel powerful in a way, something you never felt back home.

One night after Jason’s disappearance you decided to sneak out, you wanted to live your 'double life.’

What you didn’t expect when you got there however was to find out the truth about Jason Blossom, the truth that he was actually murdered, and who did it.

From that day on you were constantly on edge around your friends, not wanting to slip up and mention something that could lead them to finding out.

You were a part of the Southside family now, and everyone knows you don’t give up anything about one another.

At school the next day, you were on edge, you tried to play it off as nothing but your friends could definitely tell something was wrong.

“Y/N are you okay?" Betty asked you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Fine.” You muttered, biting your nails nervously.

Betty gave you an unconvinced look, but let it go, continuing to go over possible suspects of Jason’s death with Archie and Veronica.

Jughead however kept watching you, noticing your actions and that you were clearly lying.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, making you jump slightly.

You pulled it out, reading it and immediately standing up and grabbing your stuff, rushing out of the room.

They all gave a look at one another, confused by your sudden outburst and leaving randomly.

Jughead took this as an opportunity to follow you, his curiosity on full speed.

He watched as you rushed into a secluded area, quickly calling someone on the phone and harshly whisper yelling into it.

Once he could tell you had hung up on the phone, he took this as his chance to get some unanswered questions answered.

You were about to leave the room when Jughead walked in, making you freeze in place.

“You know for a while I’ve been wondering about you, maybe it was because you were a new face to town or because you had a different approach towards things, but now.. now I’m wondering if you’re just like everyone else.” Jughead spoke bitterly, closing the door behind him so it was just now you two together.

You shifted uncomfortably, knowing you were in a bad situation and there was no way out.

“I think you know more than your letting on.” Jughead pointed at you accusingly, making you tense up.

“Why would I know anymore than you?” You retorted, crossing your arms.

Jughead let out a sarcastic laugh, giving you goosebumps.

“Because Y/N I’ve been observing you for the past few days, before Jason’s death you were calm and caring, but now.. now you’re constantly on edge and cold.” He tapped his fingers on a desk, watching you for a reaction.

Maybe you had been a bit different since you found out the truth, but who wouldn’t?

“Look Jughead, this is a waste of time, I need to go.” You muttered, rolling your eyes slightly.

This only made Jughead smirk, proving his point.

“Who were you on the phone with Y/N?” He asked bluntly, catching you off guard.

How were you supposed to tell him you were on the phone with his dad?

“A friend from my old hometown.” You lied, not making eye contact with him.

“Why is it that I just don’t believe you?” He walked up to you, his hand on his chin.

“Wish I could tell you.” You muttered, looking at him then at the clock.

“You know Y/N, secrets never last, they always end up coming out whether you want them to or not.” He looked at you challengingly, making your nerves become more intense.

“Look Jughead I have to get to class, we can talk about this some other time.” You pushed past him quickly, rushing out the door, only making his suspicion grow.

After the incident in the class room you became a lot more hesitant to where you made phone calls.

Jughead and you had grown closer ever since then too, you both slowly began to hang out more.

This only made your crush on him grow even more, you couldn’t help but not to like him.

Over the next few days you slowly rejoined the group, they were eager to have you back and catch you up on the new leads they had on Jason’s killer.

You did your best to not spill anything you knew, as hard as it was.

You were walking with Jughead in the hallway one day to The Blue and Gold newspaper room, your shoulders occasionally brushing together.

It wouldn’t be an understatement if you didn’t say that this brought you and Jughead a lot closer together.

Now when you were with him you’d see him smile more and joke around a bit rather than him being serious and uptight all the time.

You both walked into the room, “Great! You’re both here!” Betty exclaimed happily, making Jughead roll his eyes with a smile and you laugh quietly.

Betty had always had a thing for writing, as did Jughead, which is exactly why we were here now, writing for The Blue and Gold newspaper.

“Y/N can you do me a favor and go see what’s taking Veronica so long, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.” Betty questioned, looking through her stack of papers.

“Sure thing, where would she be right now?” You questioned, making Betty stop and think for a moment.

“Probably the gym.” She spoke aloud, nodding and went back to searching through her papers.

You nodded and went off to search for Veronica, you went and checked the gym, not finding her there you checked a few other places.

You finally gave up and started back, you were about to walk in when you heard your name.

“Look you just need to get her to tell you what she knows, she trusts you now Juggie.” Betty whispered, her arms crossed.

“I know I said I’d do this, but that was before I really started liking her Betty.” Jughead sighed, rubbing his face angrily.

“Jug, she knows something and we need to know what it is.” Betty spoke bluntly, making Jughead roll his eyes.

“I can’t keep lying to her Betty, Y/N and I have gotten close and I don’t want to ruin what I have with her.” He crossed his arms, making Betty sigh in annoyance.

Jughead was about to speak again when you walked into the room, an emotionless expression on your face.

They both looked up at you, a look of fear written on their faces.

“I didn’t find Veronica.” You spat bitterly, turning to walk out of the room, but Jughead caught your arm.

“Y/N please let me explain.” He held both your arms gently in his hands, a sorrow expression on his face.

“What’s to explain? That you were pretending to like me so you could find out what I knew?” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jughead gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, “Y/N it’s not like that.” He tried to explain.

“Isn’t it though?” You jerked your arms away, another tear falling down your face.

“You all were using me, I bet you don’t even want to be friends with me!” You yelled, backing away from the both of them.

“As for you,” You pointed at Jughead, your heart crumbling “I really started to trust you, hell, I was going to tell you how I really felt, but now.. it really doesn’t matter does it?” You questioned, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

You looked at the both of them, a shocked look on their faces, making you shake your head and rush out of the room.

You decided to ditch the rest of school that day, heading to Pop’s diner, sitting in your favorite booth.

You kept getting phone calls and text messages from Jughead and Betty, but you ignored them.

You knew you were being hypocritical since you did know information about Jason, but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

You sat in that booth for what felt like hours, you must’ve fallen asleep for a few hours, because when you awoke Jughead was sitting in front of you.

You jumped, startled, you weren’t expecting anyone to be sitting there, let alone Jughead.

“How did you find me?” You muttered, sipping your cup of water.

“It wasn’t that hard, I just knew where to look first.” He replied casually, a small smile on his face.

You nodded slowly, not caring at all.

“What are you doing here Jughead? Here to fake like me to get information?” You spat out bitterly, leaning back against the booth.

He sighed, pulling his beanie off his head and running his fingers through his hair messily.

You couldn’t help but look over his features, he looked even better without his beanie on.

You were too caught up in observing his looks when you made eye contact with  him, a small smirk on his face knowing he busted you.

You gave a small smile, a light blush on your cheeks.

“Listen Y/N, I know you think I only hung out with you to find out information, which I did at first, but the more time I spent with you.. I really started to like you..” He rubbed the back of his neck, before looking at you once more.

You nodded slowly, not once looking away from him, you wanted to hear this, all of it.

“After all the time we’ve spent together, I’ve really grown to care about you.. I like you Y/N.” He smiled, making your insides flutter.

You smiled back, moving your hair behind your ears.

You took a deep breath, clearing your throat before looking back at him.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I was just too shy to admit it.” You spoke quietly, taking a sip of your water again.

You glanced at Jughead who was smirking to himself, making you choke on your water slightly.

Jughead laughed making your cheeks red.

“I told you secrets never last, I was going to find out what you were hiding eventually.” He grinned, making you tense a bit.

“If that’s true.. then I need to tell you something..” You ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

You were going against everything the Southside stood for, but this was Jughead, he needed to know.

You motioned him to come closer, taking a deep breath before whispering, “I know who killed Jason Blossom.”

That night things changed, Jughead was right, secrets never do last, and they always come out when you least expect it.

[creativeashproductions]

Innocent Favour // Veronica Lodge

Summary: To the dismay of your girlfriend you begin hanging out with her ‘enemy’ for something you don’t tell her. The miscommunication causes Ronnie to get the wrong idea leading to a fight while all you were doing was getting help from Cheryl to become a Vixen.

Characters: Reader x Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Jughead Jones, Mr and Mrs. Blossom, Betty Cooper, Polly Cooper (mentioned), Hiram Lodge (mentioned), Hermione Lodge (mentioned), FP Jones (mentioned) and Fred Andrews (mentioned).

Words: 2986

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved.

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, the Blossoms, fighting, angst, fluff and female same sex relationship.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Requests are close to being open! THIS GOT DELETED TWICE, YA’LL ARE LUCKY I MANAGED TO RECOVER IT. Stay tuned and add us on snapchat, our username is caitsyandash

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You were probably the only female in the entire school population that didn’t get Cheryl’s claws in her skin nor did you get in her way. You had actually in fact been the first to the scene when she was found soaking wet on the rocks. You had earned the Blossom’s respect when you refused to allow Cheryl to speak a word to anyone without her parents or legal counsel. Sure you weren’t best friends but she actually liked you because you were decent compared to everyone else.

The one thing you had always wanted was to be a part of the Vixens for the close friendship that developed between everyone. It wasn’t a con that Veronica was on the team and they could spend more time together. It had been a small shock when the two of you came out as dating without prior knowledge that you both were in fact into girls also. You also knew that if you asked Veronica for help to get help on moves to try out with it wouldn’t end up with cheerleading moves.

That’s what brought you to Cheryl as she scoured in her bag for her trademark lipstick only to come up empty. She was getting more panicked so you stepped in and pulled a new version from your pocket to her.

“Bought this just for this moment.” You chuckled.

“Y/N, where’s your dog?” Cheryl sniffed applying the gloss on her lips.

“Cheryl. We agreed she wouldn’t be bad mouthed in my presence.” You warned, “I came here asking for your help.”

“Finally thinking of my offer.” Cheryl stated smiling. Ever since the summer you had gotten texts and a few calls before school started to join the Vixens.

You had always said no because you were human and nervous to fail in front of everyone and Cheryl wasn’t emotionally okay to help without being cruel. Now it had hit you how you were jealous and sad that you weren’t performing with them.

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you getting your girlfriend to help you?”

“I need help without the distraction.” You replied, “Please?”

“You know you can come to me any time Y/L/N.” Cheryl smiled brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “Stay after school. We’ll begin practicing immediately, you’re good but you need to work hard.”

“That’s why I have the captain helping me.”

“Flattery won’t get you a spot on the team.” Cheryl smirked before closing her locker and strutting off to class.

You weren’t aware how Ronnie was staring from her locker as you and Cheryl spoke with smiles and chuckles. You had never been interested in having a conversation that lasted more than a few minutes with Cheryl. Now you were all buddy buddy? Ronnie didn’t like it but she would give you the satisfaction of knowing she was jealous.

She’d just have to watch carefully and show Cheryl you weren’t available whatsoever.

“You can that a high kick?” Cheryl exclaimed from her spot, “Y/N, my dead brother’s leg could do it perfectly and he’s a stiff corpse.”

You shuddered at the use of her twin’s state to insult you. You found it off how she was affected by it but also could make remarks on his death. You pushed that aside as you continued doing the routine that Cheryl was teaching you with moves that were more complex than the ones the Vixens did.

“Why am I learning harder routines that the Vixens?”

“You need to excel to prove yourself to the team.” Cheryl said with a whistle around her neck to signify she was the coach of this private practice but she wouldn’t be using it.

You landed on your face hard with a groan that actually had Cheryl coming closer to you.

“Are you okay?”

“I ate floor.” You grunted pushing up onto your knees.

“I saw that. It was quite the performance, but eating floor ain’t gonna get you anywhere in life.”

“Ugh.” You groaned purposely falling onto your back staring at the top of the gym.

Cheryl carefully placed herself with her head next to yours as you both sank into a comfortable silence. It was something that she didn’t get to have with the girls that followed her around, Ginger being one of them. To be quite honest Cheryl didn’t have real friends interested in her well being yet you were. That’s why she considered you to be a close friend that would judge her.

“Did I ever thank you?”

“For what?” You asked tilting your head to see her.

“Being there for me. Believing I had nothing to do with Jason’s death. Protecting me from the piranhas of Riverdale and the reporters.”

“It shouldn’t matter if you were involved or not, you had the right to let it sink in. You may be cold, callous, and quite frankly a bitch to people but I see beyond that. You’re human Cher at the end of the day and I’m going to treat you like a monster.”

“Would you like to come for dinner? My parents would like to have you over.” Cheryl said beginning to get up.

“Sure.” You shrugged picking up your things and heading towards the locker room to shower.

“Perfect! What you were wearing today will suffice for dinner.” Cheryl smiled fixing yourself up as you quickly washed off the sweat from the day.

Once redressed you picked up your phone to see that you had a few texts from Ronnie questioning where you were. You sent back a quick message explaining that you had stand behind with Cheryl and you were going to her house for supper.

To: Ronnie 👠 From: You

Cheryl and I had things to do and her parents invited me other for supper, I’ll see you tomorrow.

To: You From: Ronnie 👠

Oh. What are you working on?

To: Ronnie ���� From: You I really have to go, Ronnie.

You shoved your phone into your pocket as you climbed out of the expensive car belonging to Cheryl as you pulled into the Thornhill driveway. The house still had the power to take your breath away even after countless parties thrown by both the Blossom twins from toddler years to this year. If you were being honest the Blossoms had always had a soft spot for you from the high school years when both your fathers had a strong friendship and respect for each other.

“Y/N, always a pleasure to have you in our home.” Penelope smiled, an actual genuine warm smile, as she led you into the house. Barely sparing her daughter a look.

“Hello Mrs. Blossom.” You smiled back, “How’s Mr. Blossom and Nana Blossom?”

“The same as always with Cliff and Nana is as senile as ever.” Penelope said, “I’m happy you accepted our invitation, I hear you love our potatoes.”

You grinned as you all sat down at the already set table where Cliff was waiting with a twinkle in his eye.

“Y/N! How’s your Dad?”

“He’s good. Business is booming and I’d like to thank you for the advice you gave us.”

“Your father and I are good friends. I trust that man with everything within me and I know he does too.” Cliff said with a certain gleam in his eye that hadn’t been there before. A wicked tell he was holding a secret deep within himself.

“Cheryl could you pass the potatoes please?” Penelope asked giving her daughter a sharp look.

“Of course Mother.”

“I hear that Polly’s living here.” You said cutting into the food on your plate, “I’m glad. The Coopers are nice and all but they surely can’t take on the responsibility of paying for twins.”

“All we want is the best for the twins and Polly.” Cliff smiled at you.

“Where is Polly?” You asked politely picking your drink up in hand.

“She’s not feeling very well. I remember the days of pregnancy being tough with two babies.” Penelope smiled, “It’s easier than most given the Blossom genes.”

You smiled in response beginning to get more and more uncomfortable as time went on with the stiff atmosphere and the way they didn’t include Cheryl in it. You didn’t think you would ever understand how the Blossom family acted in the small town but you were deeply grateful that you weren’t part of the Blossom family by blood. You were just a friend.

“Would you likes some dessert?”

“I’m fine. The meal was too good not to have more than one helping.”

“Mother, we’ll be in my room.” Cheryl said.

“That’s fine. Don’t make her uncomfortable with your remarks about Jason.” Penelope stiffly replied before turning to her husband.

It wasn’t that late when you arrived at your silent house after a long day of practicing with Cheryl and then hanging out with her after. You liked this side of Cheryl compared to the side that the whole town saw, the cold young Blossom woman. However it did come with some problems with rumours that came from spending time with her, most of the school was aware you weren’t straight leaving them to believe that while you were dating Veronica you were always with Cheryl. It was completely wrong of course.

Cheryl was pretty much family to you given how close your families were growing up and then when you stood by her side. You could never be with her because there wasn't feelings and you were very sure that Cheryl was only into men.

To: Ronnie 👠 From: You

Have a good sleep, I’ll meet you at your locker.

The day was sunny for once requiring you to wear a short sleeve shirt and pair of shorts instead of your usual jeans and long sleeve. The outfit would surely get a disappointed face from Veronica given she had been trying to update your fashion since she first got to Riverdale.

You quickly stopped at your locker to place your backpack away in order to grab your books for the first two classes. Your next stop was to Ronnie’s vacant locker where you saw her already with Betty speaking in low voices. You saw them glance at you before smiling at you.

“Good morning.” You smiled leaning in to kiss Ronnie. At the last minute she turned to Betty causing your lips to land on her cheek.

“Crap! What were you saying before?” Ronnie asked Betty. It was obvious that Ronnie was using Betty as a means to not interact with you like normal.

“Jughead and I wanted to ask some questions about New York, maybe you heard about similar murders?”

“Is lunch good?” Ronnie asked bringing her purse up higher on her shoulder.

“We’re supposed to have lunch.” You said frowning at her.

“I can’t.” Ronnie said barely glancing at you. You didn't know why she was so angry at you but it was getting more and more annoying by the minute.

“I can’t do this. When you wake and get over yourself, call me.” You said disgusted, “You’re not the girl I first met.”

You didn’t even listen to anything she was going to say as you went towards your first class that you shared with Jughead. He was in the room with his computer opened at his desk in the back of the room where he was no doubt writing his novel.

“Hey.” You said slinking down into the seat next to him.

“What’s got you so down?” Jughead asked turning to face you and take the offered pastry from your hand. It was a tradition that this day every week you would bring in one of your mother’s notorious baking goods.

“Veronica is acting weird.” You said rolling your eyes.

“It must be serious because you never call her Veronica. You’ve been calling her Ronnie since you began dating.” Jughead said stuffing his face with the food.

“I know!” You exclaimed, “She’s been moody and weird the last couple days.”

“Has anything out of the routine happened in the last week?”

“Not really. I’ve had a project with Cheryl but that’s not weird.”

“You’ll have to ask her then.” Jughead replied as the teacher began the class.

The next two weeks was cold between Veronica and you, most of the school knew that something had gone wrong. They didn’t know if you were over or just fighting but it was odd not seeing you two roaming the school between classes or sitting next to each other at lunch.

When you weren’t doing homework or giving a couple pieces of advice and new eyes to the investigation you were practicing the choreography. Cheryl was strict when it came to that time of the day but you had mastered the entire thing and had tryouts the next day in front of the entire Vixen squad. Originally you had been going to have tryouts in front of Cheryl and her closest minions that agreed on everything with her. Now Cheryl made sure every Vixen would watch, it was revenge for Veronica treating you likes shit.

“Your thighs are literally perfection.” Cheryl grinned from her seat and hugged you, “I’m so proud.”

“I’ve had enough of this!” The furious voice of Veronica screamed as she threw the doors opened and stepping inside.

She was fuming at the sight of you hugging Cheryl in just a tank top and athletic shorts glistening with the sweat. She had had enough of watching Cheryl eye you like a piece of meat or like she was going to steal you. One thing Ronnie hated more than anything was someone thinking of taking you away from her.

“Look what blew in.” Cheryl said glaring, “Come to realize how stupid you are.”

“Look, we don’t like each other. I intimidate you with my upbringing and my ability to knock you down from your throne. I’m the emotional opposite of you and I’ve accused you of twincest but you do not steal my girlfriend.” Veronica harshly said, “Let go of her.”

“Excuse me? Aren’t you like bouncing between being a Southside Serpent princess or Andrews Construction princess?” Cheryl said pursing her lips, “Your whore of a mother, still married to Hiram Lodge by the way, is going after both FP Jones and Fred Andrews.”

“My mother isn’t a whore.” Veronica hissed, “At least I’m not the cousin to my damn brothers offspring.”

Your mouth dropped in shock as the accusation fell from her lips causing Cheryl to pale tremendously. You gasped quickly holding your friend up from the words while glaring at your girlfriend. You were completely disgusted by the way Veronica had been acting in the last while.

“Get out.” You glared.

“I’m just saying the truth. Y/N, she’s taking up all your time so you can fall for her and out of love with me.”


“Let’s get some things straight. One, Cheryl and I are just friends and helping each other. Two, you and I both know we aren’t in love yet.” You glared, “Three, we’re over.”

“What?” Veronica asked shocked.

“I’m sick of the way you’ve been treating me and how you think you can storm in here like you own me? News flash you don’t.” You glared, “I think you need to take some time and really think about the way you think you have the right to everything.”

“But-“ Veronica glared.


“Get. Out. Veronica Lodge.”

Once the raven haired New Yorker left the gym leaving you two soothe the crying teenage girl, still breaking from the fractured family she had. You would admit you were disgusted at the news of Polly and Jason’s baby but you cast that aside. Cheryl was too emotional to have known from the beginning.

“I didn’t know.” Cheryl said sniffling, “I had no idea that JJ and Polly were related. That the Coopers are actually Blossoms without the name.”

“Sh.” You mumbled, “Maybe we should push my tryouts to another day.”

“No.”

The following day an emotionally stable Cheryl and you walked into the gym where the Vixens were going through the routine that Cheryl had shown you after mastering the more skilled routine. You noticed a worse for wear Veronica not at the top of her game and Betty sympathetically smiling at her.

“Listen up Vixens.” Cheryl announced strutting to the front of the group, “Y/N had decided to tryout to be a Vixen, normally we wouldn’t do tryouts at this time but she’s an asset to the team.”

“Really?” Ginger questioned not liking the threatening force to her friendship with Cheryl.

“Yes. Clear away ladies. Let’s watch Y/N shine.” Cheryl smirked as the music began and you began to move.

Your moves were fluid yet sharp in the perfection that Cheryl had taught you and put the choreography. You were above the other members in the pride of Cheryl and the dismay of many Vixens, including your ex-girlfriend. Veronica clued in to why Cheryl was looking so proud at you and why you two had spent so much time together.

“Welcome to the team!” Cheryl announced patting you on the shoulder, “Your uniform is in your locker with your name engraved on the bar above.”

“This is why you spent so much time with her?” Veronica asked coming up to you.

“Yes. I knew if I told you I wanted to be a Vixen you would have pushed to teach me but Ronnie, we wouldn’t have been practicing. We both knew where we would be and it wouldn’t be vertically.” You said, “Cheryl was the best choice and I haven’t hung out with her in ages.”

“I’m sorry.” Ronnie admitted, “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. Can you forgive me?”


“Yes. Next time don’t freeze me out, if you have a problem tell me. Otherwise this relationship isn’t going to work.” You said hugging your girlfriend again.

“Okay.”

“So…wanna study?” You winked.

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Karaoke Night - Jughead Jones Imagine

REQUESTED: Yes, by a lovely anon from the prompt list I reblogged yesterday!

could you do 🎤 or 🛒 for jugheadxreader :)

Because you asked, I’m going to do both because both are such interesting ideas!

“🎤 - character sings karaoke”

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: You decide to take Jug to a karaoke night at Pop’s, and he surprises you by enjoying it more than you’d expect.

NOTES: So, I go back to school tomorrow (had a week off where I should have been watching films for my EPQ but instead did nothing) and decided to treat you guys.

I love you all so much, thank you for being so supportive since I began this blog! <3

(I use that gif too much with Juggie I’m sorry guys)

“Come oooon, Jug, it’s gonna be fun!” I whined, and Jughead chuckled at me.

“(Y/N), you and I both have very different ideas of what fun actually is, apparently.”

“Come on, you can watch me embarrass myself willingly in front of the whole student body of Riverdale?”

“How would you embarrass yourself? You have a great voice.”

“You flatter me,” I blushed slightly, and he smirked at that before sighing heavily.

“Fine, I’ll go. As long as you’re treating,” he said, poking my shoulder and I nodded. “Besides, what song would you be singing?”

“Cupid’s Chokehold. You know how much I like the song,” I grinned, and he nodded. I would hum to it under my breath every day of the week when Jug and I were together, sing it in the shower. Basically, it was the song of the moment for me, and just reminded me of all the good times I had with Jug.

“Any takers?” The host, none other than Miss Cheryl Blossom, called out to the audience, and my hand shot up. She smiled at me, and looked behind me at Jug, frowning slightly. “Alright, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) everyone!” As I went up and asked for the song, she whispered in my ear, “You and Jug a thing yet?”

I shook my head, and before I could actually reply to her the song started up, so I had no other choice but to take my place in front of the microphone and sing.

Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got Not much of a girlfriend I never seem to get a lot

It's been some time since we last spoke This is gonna sound like a bad joke But momma I fell in love again It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old But cupid got me in a chokehold And I'm afraid I might give in Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes And alka seltzer when my tummy aches If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake And she loves the music that my band makes I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

As I sung, Jug’s eyes stayed on me, and he smiled whenever he caught my eye, mouthing that I was “doing amazing!”. The rest of the group (’Ronica, Archie, Betty and Kevin) had turned up as well, and were all sat with Jug as I sung, clapping along to the song as I sung, and whispering to each other as well. Jughead was mouthing the words along with me, a genuine smile on his face, and I thought back to all the times we’d sat and sung it together, like on the road trip he was meant to go on with Archie over the summer that never happened, but instead happened with me.

Each and every word was directed towards him, because he’d been there through it all, and we’d gone through everything Riverdale had to throw at us together, staying thick as thieves throughout. And yes, maybe I liked him more than just friends, but I was perfectly content with remaining as friends for now. Maybe something more could happen if the time was right, but I wasn’t wanting to chase anything just in case the sentiment was not returned.

She's got a smile that would make the most senile Annoying old man bite his tongue (I'm not done)

She's got eyes comparable to sunrise And it doesn't stop there (Man I swear)

She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten And now she's even got her own song (But movin' on)

She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard And we can be on the phone for three hours (Not sayin' one word)

And I would still cherish every moment And when I start to build my future she's the main component Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like you

Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got Not much of a girlfriend I never seem to get a lot

Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got Not much of a girlfriend I never seem to get a lot

Once the song was over, everyone started to yell and cheer, and all my friends were stood up applauding, even Jughead was doing that (and he wasn’t one for cheering on his friends to the extremes). Next thing I knew, he was walking over to me and pulling me off the stage into his arms. “You did great, (Y/N).”

“Thanks Jug. Thanks for supporting me.”

“I’m always gonna support you with this kind of thing, no matter what you think,” he said, kissing me on the cheek and grinning at me. “That’s what we’re about, huh? Jug and (Y/N), forever.”

“Forever.”

[canaryatlaw]

so today was alright, nothing special really but fine. Woke up at 7, same as every day, left a little early so I could drop my lunch off at the office before heading to court. upon getting to court there was some short-lived miscommunication issues that I don’t want to spell out because I’ll just get pissed about them all over again but they were resolved rather quickly and the rest of the morning was fine. at one point the lawyer I was with sent me to the other side of the floor (there are two parallel hallways on the outside ends of the building with the elevator/stairs in the middle, so I was running from one hallway to the other) to put a hold on a case, and as soon as I got to that hallway I was met by one of the other attorney’s who just sent off boy lawyer to another courtroom to step up on a case and handed me a folder and said “I need you to step on this case that’s about to be called in this courtroom, all you have to say is you need time to issue an alias summons” and I managed to say the other lawyer had asked me to put a hold on the former case and she said she’d take care of it, then she was gone and I was like alright, it’s showtime, folks. these are incremental steps forward that won’t matter in a week (swearing in a week from tomorrow!!) but last time it was my first time stepping up without someone in the room watching me but I didn’t actually say anything, so this was my first time actually saying something, even though it was very simplistic and easy. The fact that we were needing to issue an alias summons also meant there wasn’t going to be an OPC to deal with so that makes it easier. I go in and wait a few cases, then it gets called and I’m a tad bit of a mess, I drop my phone on my way to the bench with a loud thud, then awkwardly pick it up and run to the bench. the actual talking was easy of course, I just said what I was told and he said time granted get a 35 day date and then it was the next case. the only issue now was that I had ran out with just my phone, all my stuff was in the other courtroom, including my pen. so I had to awkwardly ask to borrow a pen from one of the lawyers sitting at the counsel table so I could furiously write down what he said, and then I had to wait to get a date from the clerk which I would still need the pen for and I’m like a hot mess and keep being like “I’m sorry do you need it back??” but he was chill and like “it’s ok, I forget pens a lot so I understand” which I appreciated. Got the date, got the order entered, and it was done. Two Mondays from now that’s gonna be the whole operation, just me handling cases, which is still kind of crazy but I know it’s something I’ll get used to quickly and adapt just fine, so I’m not really concerned. I used my deduction skills to figure out what courtroom that lawyer would be in (meaning I figured out which lawyer she was covering for and where she would be at that point) and returned her folder to her before going back to find my original lawyer. we did a couple other random things before she said I could go back to the office, she was hanging around for a hearing in the afternoon, so I took the train back to the office. and oh, the projects I’ve been given. it’s seemed like they all came out of nowhere, and I got another one today to draft an amended complaint after they fucked up the first one and it was gonna get dismissed, so now I have to fix it but I’m still stuck with the fucked up argument, I can just add an actually good one. So I tabled that for the moment so I could go back to working on the response to defendant’s motion to reconsider denial of summary judgment (nice short name) that I had been working on yesterday. I felt like I was back in legal writing class because I was comparing their motion to the arguments we made in the reply to the initial motion for summary judgment and trying to adapt them the best I can. So I was trying to figure out if I wanted to find a way to distinguish the case law they listed but I figured there wasn’t a super strong way to do that, so instead I argued that the evidence we put forward met the standard they claimed we hadn’t met rather than arguing the standard itself was incorrect. then they had listed a bunch of case law regarding speculative conclusions and the like and rather then spend the time tearing each of those apart I instead opted to be like all of that is completely irrelevant because it’s referencing standards at trial, and this is a summary judgment motion with a different standard that doesn’t require us to do any of the things you just listed. so hopefully that comes out as a good argument lol. I’m not too worried because the chances a judge is actually going to reverse themselves on a motion to reconsider (in front of the same judge who made the first ruling) is fairly low, so it shouldn’t be an issue. it was a bit short, but I decided to send it over as a first draft to see where the lawyer would like me to expound the argument further. so I felt pretty good about that, even if it was a bit short. I ate some of my left over mac and cheese from dinner last night for lunch, then did a few case audits, and after that one of the big guys who had asked me to do some research on the complaints about that big tort case issue in a suburb outside Illinois (it’s not like, a secret or anything, if you’re really curious you can google “sterigenics willow brook” and you’ll find plenty of info) stopped by and asked if I got to it yet and I said I was just finishing up on this and would take a look now. specifically what he wanted was for me to find the complaints other firms had filed on the issue, and at first I was like, do I even know where I would look for those? So I looked at the court website and then went to lexisnexis, and with a few well-placed search filters and keywords I found the 18 complaints that had been placed. So I started reading them and made a summary form for them, listing stuff like law firm, plaintiff’s diagnosis, counts, etc. and went through the rest of them. There was an interesting venue issue so when I figured out what that was I went to tell him and he asked me to print the complaint, so I did that and then read the rest of the cases and summarized them, then delivered to him the printed complaint with the summary of it on top and the summaries of the rest of the complaints so he could decide if there were other ones he wanted to read, as they did have some significant differences as far as counts and such go. I didn't end up doing all 18 because there were several from the same firm that were virtually identical except for the plaintiff’s info, so that wouldn’t have been necessary. It was almost 5 when I finished with that, and I checked my email to find out what files I was supposed to take home, then ran downstairs to pick them up, then stuck them back with my stuff and headed out. Got on the red line and jumped off at the stop by Target because they’ve been bugging me to pick up a prescription they autofilled and I didn’t actually need yet, but oh well, I needed to pick up pads and pens as well as I only have like one pen right now lol. So I did that then hopped back on the train, only to find I was in the same car with the guy I share an office with, which was weird because I obviously had left before him so I had to explain my target run and all that lol which was funny. Got off at my stop and saw plenty of trick or treaters on the streets while I was walking home (if any of them asked me who I was dressed as I was going to say “a very tired lawyer who wants to go home” 😂😂), and I made it home fine. Got more comfortable clothes on, made some dinner out of the leftovers I have, then sat down at the tv only to realize there was no Riverdale on tonight, so instead I switched to the recorded shows I hadn’t been able to watch yet, starting with The Resident. Pretty solid episode, the opening scene may just straight up give me nightmares and that was unnecessary but I get where they were going with it. I then moved on to 911 which is always a fairly emotional show but in this episode they had to put down an injured horse and I swear to fucking I was crying to the point where I was on the verge of sobbing. like it was just so damn emotional I’m tearing up right now just thinking about it. So kudos to them for a very moving episode, with the other stories as well being very well done, especially the one with the bones. Moved onto Blindspot afterwards, was somewhat distracted but got the basics down, pretty interesting episode and a solid flip of the dynamic we’re used to. My roommate had gotten home and was in the shower at that point so I watched some Seinfeld that happened to be on while I waited for the shower, then once I got in there and showered I did the rest of my bedtime routine, ending with publishing the post, meaning I’ve now reached the finish line and will be going to bed now. Goodnight dearies. Love you lots.

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Incredulity // Jughead Smut

Summary: Fred Andrews is the single parent of twins. He walks in on his daughter with her girlfriend in the middle of sex. Following that breakup you got together with your brothers best friend whom doesn’t have experience in sex so you teach your boyfriend. Guess your not the only twin in a forbidden relationship...only one is legal.

Characters: Jughead x Andrews!Reader, Betty x Reader, Kevin Keller, Archie Andrews (mentioned) and Fred Andrews

Words: 3237

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either. Jughead is NOT asexual in his.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, smut, former same sex relationship,

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Originally this was going to be a Veronica fic but apparently my subconscious was needy for Jughead.

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Jokes were always made about the Andrews twins, Archie was the boy that got hit by the puberty bus during the summer before sophomore year. You however had came out of the awkward phase a lot early than your twin brother, it was the end of middle school when you hit puberty in the most graceful way.

While Archie incredibly straight, you were bisexual with no real preference to be honest. Nobody believed that you were bisexual, especially your dad because he had never seen you look at a female before. Fred Andrews got a rude awakening when he walked in on Betty Cooper going down on his freshmen aged daughter. Next the whole town found out about the relationship, minus the sexual side, with the knowledge that Betty had been crushing on you. It was purely fun for you and experimental for her so it didn’t cause any problems when she discovered she was only into guys and actually liked your twin. You guys continued to be best friends.

It was amusing when your father walked in on Betty and you because he fumbled through the safe sex talk. He didn’t know much about safe sex between females but he tried his best even if both of you were embarrassed beyond belief. He was happy however that you wouldn’t become the parental nightmare of pregnant teenager.

It was the last day of summer that he caught you with your boyfriend in bed together and getting the shock of his life for the second time. Jughead and you had gotten together at the very end of freshman year. Nobody, even Archie whom knew everything about you, knew about it because there was no real reason that they needed to know. You were a slut by any means, you only had had sex with Betty so you didn’t care if someone found out that Jughead and you were together. The only thing was that you hadn’t gone that far yet.

Jughead and you did make-out a lot when you were alone but it never went past him grazing your breast. He was virgin in all ways and his only experiences were with you, he didn’t care for the teenage need for sex as much as possible and dating so many people before dropping them. It was at a party that he brought it up with the help of some liquid courage.

F L A S H B A C K

“I’ve never had sex.” Jughead pouted feeling the influence of alcohol kicking in.

You weren’t surprised because you knew already. You had grown up with him and he had only socialized mainly with his family, your family and Betty. He was private person, not shy but not outgoing either. He just didn’t care to talk with people he didn’t need to.

“Why are you bringing it up?” You asked smiling in amusement.

“I want to.” Jughead replied.

“You’ve never said anything before.”

“Well sorry being inexperienced compared to your girlfriend makes you nervous.”

“Are you asking if we can?” You chuckled as your tipsy boyfriend.

“Will you teach me?” He asked biting his lip. Your lips parted at the sight of his tongue sweeping along his bottom lip.

You couldn’t hold a smile back at his question. He was more open with alcohol in his system even towards you. It was understandable how he didn’t have a tolerance to alcohol yet, it was his first party. The only time he had really gotten drunk was spring break in freshmen year when Archie, him and you snagged some beer from the get together Fred threw before drinking them later that night. Needless to say your dad found out and you were grounded for a long time and Jughead was banned from the house for two weeks.

“Jug, I was waiting for you to say something.” You chuckled, “Just know that I’ve never actually slept with a guy.”

“Only Betty?”

“Yes. It was wonderful to have your dad walking immediately after you orgasmed with your girlfriend between your legs.” You sarcastically said. Jughead ignored that with a snort as he took a drink from the cup in his hand.

“When can we?” He asked.

“Not this week.”

Jughead pouted before agreeing to it. The conversation was abandoned for another talk when Kevin appeared right next to you. If anyone in the town could figure out that you were dating Jughead it would be Kevin.

“Hey Y/N I have someone for you to get comfortable with.” Kevin exclaimed with glee.

Kevin had belief that you weren’t over Betty and only pushing it down knowing she was into your twin brother instead. Not even two weeks after you and Betty broke it off he began to throw people at you for a rebound. No matter how much you told him you were over it, he would ignore you and just bring more ‘candidates’ to you.

“No thanks.” You replied not eve caring if it hurt Kevin.

“You haven’t been with anyone since Betty,: Kevin exclaimed before patting your shoulder, “Don’t you know the saying ‘to over over-“

“I’m on my period.” You bluntly said.

“Oh.” Kevin blinked, “I’m pretty sure they faint at the sight of blood.”

“Isn’t that a shame?” Jughead glared as he become sobered at the thought of you with another guy.

‘I have to go home.” You sighed grabbing your jacket from behind you on the couch.

“I’m going to walk you home. I can’t wait to leave this cliche.” Jughead said placing his drink in Kevin’s reluctant hand.

You began to notice that Archie was acting strange with his behaviour of not coming home when he wasn’t working. It was worrying when he would stumble in with this odd expression he had never had before along with an array of marks on his neck. He no longer would share anything with you and even went as far to not spend time with you anymore. He bailed on family night countless times which was strange because he was always hounding you to show up to them.

When your brother bailed for the fourth time just that week alone you simply gave up. You couldn’t be bothered to care for someone that no longer saw you as important. Instead you began to hang out more with Kevin and Josie along with her band members. Not to mention that you spend a whole lot of your free time with Jughead.

Today you were sitting against a tree in the large park that was barely, if at all used by the town. You used it as your spot to get away from the pain of being a teenager and the only female in your family. You would read a book, do homework and/or listen to music. Not many people knew about it anyway making it even more special.

“Y/N?: The upset and angered voice of Jughead broke through.

“Jug?” You said pulling your earphones out of your ears to hear the boy more.

Jughead wasn’t one to show a lot of emotions even if it was just the two of you. It was extremely concerning when you saw the tears welling up. You had only seen him like this once before when your Dad fired his after stealing from him. Without hesitation you yanked your boyfriend down to the ground and against your chest.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered feeling a single tear fall onto your neck while a whimper left his lips.

“Archie called.” He mumbled, “He can’t go on the road trip.”

“What the fuck?!” You exclaimed shocked at the information.

Archie and Jughead has been planning this road trip since the end of freshman year. They had gotten everything ready even before Jughead went against Archie’s wishes to date you. It wasn’t like Archie to give up on something he had wanted and gotten. Something was really wrong with him.

“I don’t know why I’m so emotional over this.” Jug laughed lifting his head up.

‘He’s never bailed on you before. He’s been doing it to me also.” You admitted. Jughead raised his head to meet your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what’s up with him? You would know the best because your his female copy.”

“No.” You frowned, “He’s been acting weird and not being home much. I also heard a guitar in his room when he was home.”

It was was quiet for a few minutes before he suggest that the two of your go on the road trip instead. Jug had been looking forward to this for month so when you agreed his got a little bit happier.

“We should pack.” You said climbing to your feet.

The subject of sex didn’t come up again following that party. Nothing happened on the road trip either. You were hanging out the day before the first day of school. Jughead was going to write about Jason Blossom’s drowning from the fourth of July.

Jughead came into your room and explained writing about the town as a criminal book to get published. He had dived into writing even more following both the end of his friendship with Archie and the town tragedy.

“I think it would be really cool and helpful it you did that.” You said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jughead watched as you smiled before his kissed you, unable to hold himself back. What he meant to be short and sweet changed passionately. The desire was obvious when he pushed everything off the desk you had been sitting in front of. He lifted you with ease to settle on the top of your desk and he pressed more into you.

One hand in his hatless her and your other on his toned stomach making his shiver in delight at your touch. It was a heated make-out with him that was going to get even hotter when he swiftly pulled back to remove your shirt and tossed it behind him. The shirt hadn’t even landed on the ground before he was kissing you again.

Pulling back his eyes roamed your nearly bare torso with desire and need that left you breathless and squirming.

“No words can describe you.” Jughead whispered running his thump over your swollen lips.He gently pulled your bottom lip down before he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

You gasped as he trailed fire over your leg with his hand. His short nails leaving behind a red trail causing you to moan. The slight pain mixing with the pleasure flooding through the veins at Jughead’s slightest touch.

His shirt disappeared next as his lips began to explore your neck with slow movements. You bit your lip trying to hold back another moan but when his teeth nipped that one magic spot on your neck. You used your foot to push him even more against your body.

Jughead groaned lowly when his hard on pressed against the apex of your legs causing you to melt against his body.

“Holy shit that’s hot.” You groaned at the sight of your turned on boyfriend, “Bed.”

With no words Jug picked you up before dripping you on the bed. Pillows were pushed off the bed by you not wanting anything to get in the way of your fun. Your movements and breathing became shaky when Jughead slowly left open mouth kisses on your stomach. His fingers fumbling with the task of unbuttoning your jeans.

“Jug!” You squealed as his lips followed his hands when dragging the material off your legs.

“Are you sure?” Jug asked his hands resting on your ankles where your jeans only slightly were hanging on.

“Hell yeah.” You croaked out.

A wicked smart was painted on the raven haired boy’s lips. He yanked you lower on the bed using his hands on your ankles. He slowly crawled up your body only leaving bites from your thighs and up to your boobs. Nothing between your waist and boobs was left unmarked in some way.

“Jeans off.” You said making quick work of his pants as if it was your job to remove his clothing. You pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest.

You weren't sure how it happened but your hair was splayed across your bed with the ponytail missing. Jughead’s hands were clenching your upper thighs that were pressed hard against his hips. Biting his lip you pushed your tongue inside his mouth to explore earning yourself the gorgeous and shover inducing moan from him. He began to fight for dominance and he won when his hand moved to squeeze your boob. A dark chuckle fell from his lips at the gasp you made before his tongue explored your mouth.

“That’s my favourite sound.” Jug said, “Can I get you to record it for me?”

“Shut up?” You muttered sitting up to release your bra clasp.

“Oh my god.” Jug grunted almost losing himself right there in the most embarrassing way.

“Well are you going to remove them?” You asked gesturing towards your panties.

He practically ripped them off in excitement at the fact that this was actually happening. The lust on his face made you eve more wet leaving him with a dry mouth in anticipation. Meeting your gaze he shrugged at the obvious unusable panties that were ripped on the edges.

“Hope they weren’t important.” He chuckled.

Wrapping your hand around the back of the neck, you pulled him down. Pulling him into a searing kiss. You used your feet to push his dark boxers off his body with a grin at his surprise.

“Holy shit.” You said trailing your finger along his happy trail.

Your hand was pushed away before you touched his erection. You furrowed your brow in confusion at his resistance to touching his member.

“I swear if you, my naked goddess, touch my dick I’ll come right there.” Jug warned making your blush at his blunt words but what could you expect from him.

“I’m guess you need help?” You asked changing the subject off his dick.

“I’m prepared.” He admitted pulling a condom out of no where, “I uh, stole it from Archie’s room.”

“You expected this to happen?”

“I wanted to be ready if it did happen.”

You chuckled snatching the square from his hand. You tore it open with your mouth not taking your eyes from his. Only looking down to pinch the top of the condom and roll it down his length as you seductively watched his expressions change. He gulped clenching his fist to keep control over himself not noticing as your hand began to reach between your legs.

He stared just as you brushed against your clit and quickly slapped your hand away.

“Let me.” He said replacing your hand with his.

His hand became steady as he heard the gasp from you just as his finger circled experimentally with pressure. He found the right pressure and speed as you moaned squirming under his hand even as he pressed his other hand on your hip to hold you down. You began to shake when he dipped one of his fingers into you.

“Oh!” You moaned, “How..how do-“

“Internet is a wonderful place and your moans help too.” He answered slipping a second finger in to dance with his first finger.

You gasped as the indescribable feeling began to building inside you. You hand clenched around Jughead’s wrist as your toes curled and pretty flush came upon your entire body.

“I’m…I’m-”

“Let go.” He whispered attaching his lips to your nipple to throw you further in the release.

The powerful feeling filled your body as his fingers followed the movements making a beautiful dance on your g-spot. His tongue swirled around your nipple causing you to arch even a slight amount off the bed.

“Holy…” You blinked dazed upon returning to earth,

“I’m that good.” Jughead smirked before he found himself underneath you.

Your lips descended on his as you positioned his cock at your entrance. You slowly moved your self down him. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched as the new feeling overcoming him at his most sensitive area. You both stopped moving for a moment as your hands braced yourself on his shoulders and his holding you still by the waist. The pain for you ebbed back.

“Can you move?” Jughead’s strained voice asked.

“Yeah.” You breathed as your slowly raised yourself up before moving back down easing both him and you into the feeling.

The room filled with muffled moans and the sound of skin meeting skin as your speed increased. You squealed feeling Jughead roll you under him and bit the side of your neck as he slowed down the thrusts. Now at a slower but beautiful pace as his lips danced a cross you skin leaving painted marks, nails biting into his neck and biceps. Lips molded together as your climbed the mountain together.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed as you fell into the ocean of pleasure.

It was so intense you didn’t even notice he had grabbed your hand in the middle of losing yourself in the throes of passion. You welcomed his body heat as he fell onto your body spent from the experience of his first time.

While he rolled of you, you got up to change the sheets to clean ones and throw your dirty clothing and your ripped panties in the trash. Jughead disappeared into the bathroom while your stripped the bed before placing the clean sheets on the bed. Jughead reappeared, still naked, but holding a damp wash cloth for you.

“Thanks.” You smiled as you cleaned yourself up.

Jughead pulled his boxers back on while you grabbed a clean pair of panties on. Climbing back into the bed pulling a support sports bra on.

“Hey Y/N.” Your dad began as he slowly opened your door.

Jughead threw his discarded black shirt to you while he scrambled to get into the bed with a fearful expression. You had the shirt just below your breast.

“This isn’t how I wanted your dad to know!” Jughead barely said.

“What do you want for…”Dad trailed off seeing a shirtless Jughead in bed with you. His daughter that had sex hair and Jughead’s shirt on.

“Hey Mr. Andrews.” Jug awkwardly waved.

“Hello Jughead…oh my god you-“

“It’s-“

“I thought you were into girls!” Dad exclaimed, “You just had sex with-“ “I’m bisexual.” You said gulping and only feeling a little relieved when Jughead clasped your hand in his.

“I have whiplash I swear.” Dad blinked, “I’m thinking of taking your door away, this is the second time I walked…wait you don’t have money Y/N Y/M/N Andrews! You better have used pr-“

“Condom was from Archie’s room!” You exclaimed.

Your Dad fell against the wall in shock at the new revelation. His kids weren’t kids anymore, they were his kids having sex. Under his roof.

“Both my-“

“Dad! Jug and I have been dating since the end of last school year.” You admitted watching as your shell shocked Dad processed that.

“Boyfriend.” Dad blinked, “I better set the table for one more.”

“That went better than expected.” Jughead stated once you were alone again.

You shot him an incredulous look at Jug before collapsing back into the pillows wanting the ground to open up and swallow you.

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