#SNAP CLICK SNAP CLICK RONNIE LODGE!!!!

[yououghtaknow]

riverdale should've done diana the musical.

[stan-joonies]

The Lodge In a Beautiful Relationship

Summary: the pearl wearing new girl seems to have caught a interest in Reggie Mantle. However, little does she care, he has a girlfriend.

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I got so carried away!!

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Veronica Lodge hung from Betty's arm.

"So...you and Archie?" Betty rolled her eyes.

"Nothings going on between us," She stated, pulling Veronica hastily towards their next lesson.

"But you want something to go on." Veronica grinned at the blonde's red face. "It's ok, i wont tell." She promised, smiling softly when she saw Betty let out a big breath.

"Thanks Veronica,"

"No worries," they got to class, Ronnie pushing Betty to the back of the class. "So," she said, sitting down and pulling out a few books. "If Archibald is off limits, who here is free for the taking?"

Betty laughed.

"Already sinking your claws into a boy?" Veronica scrunched her face up.

"You make it sound like I'm going to eat someone alive."

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound so...rude."

"It's fine," Veronica assured.

The door to the class flew open, boys in letterman jackets flooded in. Their laughs and shouts filled the room and vibrated through the walls.

Betty rolled her eyes, adjusting her baby pink sweater.

However, Veronica's eyes scouted out all the boys' faces, a little disappointed at their generic features. Her eyes passed a dark-skinned buff male. Her eyes lingered for a minute.

"Nope," Betty shook her head.

"What?"

"Chuck is a no go. Complete womanizer." She stated, scowling "ever heard of a sticky maple?"

"No...?" Veronica's face scrunched up again, silently asking for more details.

"Let's keep it that way..."

The Lodge huffed, surveying the boys again.

Her eyes landed on a tall, olive skinned beauty. His dark hair was swept back, creating an amazing view of his chiseled jawline and plump, Pink lips. His eyes were dark pools of chocolate that Veronica knew she would melt into.

"Who's he?" She directed her head the the jock, who finally sat down nearer to the front.

"That is Reggie Mantle," Betty shrugged, pulling out her equipment. "Why--" she froze, her eyes flying to mantle and then back to Veronica, multiple times. "No."

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, seriously? Whats this guy's problem them? Secretly a cannibal?"

Betty sighed.

"No, he has a girlfriend." The Lodge perked up.

"Really now..." Her eyes burned into the boy's head. "Who is she?"

"Y/N L/N." The blonde muttered. "I've spoke to her a couple of time. She's really nice, but sometimes she can be sensitive. That's why you shouldn't mess with her!"

Veronica laughed slightly.

"She sounds like a pussy the way you're describing her." Veronica put a palm to her mouth. "Sorry! I shouldn't be calling people names when i haven't even met them. Force of habit i guess."

Betty placed a comforting hand on her back, rubbing slightly.

"It's ok. I get it. But don't say that infront of any of the bulldogs, or Cheryl Blossom." She warned.

"Why Cheryl?"

"Cheryl and Y/N may not be enemies, but Cheryl is a gossip bomb. If she hears anyone say anything, she tells everyone, and she never tells anyone nicely."

Veronica groaned.

"Look," Betty put her hands near her chest, palms facing Veronica. "I can't control what you do. If you wanna try get inbetween the Power Couple then go ahead, but i warned you..."

"Power Couple?"

"They've been together since Freshman Year. They've never broken up or gone on a break. Both are fiercely loyal to each other and they have never been tempted by the many people who have tried to get one of theirs attention."

The school teacher waltz in, a smile on his face.

"All right class, settle down now. Turn to page--"

--

Veronica eyed Reggie on the other side of the cafeteria.

"For being the power couple, they sure don't spend a lot of time together, i haven't even seen this Y/N girl in the hallways."

Kevin's eyes darted to Betty's.

"Well, they often say that they can trust eachother enough not to be around eachother 24/7. Plus, Y/N been busy with the drama club she runs."

"Drama? No wonder She's so sensitive," the insult flies out her mouth without her noticing, chomping on some fries instead.

"Well, she's amazing at it, me and her are close friends because of it," Kevin stated, looking around and avoiding Veronica's eyes.

"Welp, nows better then never," Veronica stood up, sliding off the bench before swaying her hips, making the small journey to the jocks.

When she rested her hand on the table, chatter stopped and the boys looked at her expectantly.

"Hello, My names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here," She introduced, her eyes pinned to chocolate brown ones.

"You're new?" Reggie asked, smiling up at the girl.

"Fresh meat," She winked, Reggie's eyes widening. The table was dead still.

"Hey Reg, boys," A voice came from behind her, causing her body to swerve round and face the body of the voice.

A [tall/short] girl with H/C hair and [shade] E/C eyes stared back at her, eyes shinning in confusion.

"Hello?" The girl called, eyes squinting curiously.

"Oh!" Veronica flinched slightly. "Sorry, my names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here,"

"I'm Y/N,"

Veronica smiled, internally wincing. She was pretty, very pretty.

"Hey Babe," Reggie leaned in, placing a small peck on her lips.

"Hey Reg," She help onto his bicep, the couple looking at Veronica expectantly.

Veronica's eyes observed their figures, her eyes zooming in on the hands on the jock's bicep.

Her eyes widened to saucers, a sparkling pink ring was decorating the girls ring finger. The ring was shaped like vines wrapping around her delicate fingers with a beautiful, small diamond in the middle where the vines connect.

"Wow, that's stunning," She gushed, taking the girl's hand in her own.

"Oh!" The girl blushed, gently taking her hand away. "Thank you, he gave it to me last month," she explained, awkwardly looking around the room.

"You're very lucky," Veronica smiled. "To be with someone so...sculpted and ,dare i say, handsome. You never know who might want to dig their claws in."

Veronica laughed, but Y/N's face darkened and she looked up at Reggie, who was staring at Veronica in disbelief.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"Y-yes. Very lucky..."

-

Veronica huffed, playing with her pearl necklace.

"I told you so." Betty stated, wrapping her lips around her straw.

"Oh, shut up! I'm barely getting started." She snapped "...sorry."

Betty rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, if you even want a chance you're gonna have to sort that attitude," She smiled sarcastically. Ronnie huffed, digging into her chips.

The arrival of new people was announced by the bell.

Veronica looked over, her eyes widening.

"It's Reggie the hunk and his girlfriend." She mumbled to the Cooper girl, who raised a brow.

"And? They're probably out on a date. Leave them be,"

"Hey! Reggie!" She called, causing Betty to widen her eyes and grit her teeth. "Come sit with us,"

Reggie turned to Y/N, whispering something to her. Y/N's eyes creased before shaking her head.

"It looks like Y/N doesn't want to sit with us." Veronica mumbled. Watching as the couple continued to hiss at eachother. "Oh, look at that...Reggie's practically dragging her over here."

"V, dont."

"Hey Reggie," She fluttered her eyelashes, flicking her hair away from her face. "A little eager?"

Y/N's eyes shot between the two.

"I'm just excited to go on a date with Y/N," he confessed, squeezing the girl's hand.

Veronica hummed, shuffling up.

"You can sit next to me Reg," Reggie's eyes shot to her.

"No offense, but i'd prefer if you called me Reggie," He slid into the booth with Ronnie, leaving Betty to sit with Y/N.

"So," Betty smiled. "What were you guys up to?"

Y/N smiled, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Well, we were just driving around Riverdale." She explained, grinning at Reggie.

"Ooh," Veronica whistled. "Getting frisky in a car are we?"

Y/N scrunched up her face, shaking her head.

"No," Reggie stated, shaking his head. "Just cruising,"

Ronnie rolled her eyes, deflating slightly.

"That's all? Sounds very...tame. i thought you'd be a wild one Reg-gie." She scooted slightly closer, nobody but Betty noticing.

"We enjoy it either way," Y/N interjected, placing a hand on Reggie's " it clears our heads and we can just talk about everything. Or sit in silence if we're not up for talking."

Veronica looked towards the window, hiding her bored expression. In the reflection, she saw the promise ring sparkling. Her eyes lit up.

"I'm seriously so obsessed with your ring," Ronnie gushed, turning towards them. Y/N smiled, fidgeting in her seat. "May i?"

"Hm?" Veronica nodded to the ring.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Actually-" Veronica grabbed her hand, yanking the ring off, hearing as she clicked Y/N's fingers accidentally.

"Thanks!" She observed the jewel. "Wow, it's actually real,"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Y/N snapped, eyes squinting slightly.

"Well...i-it's just a promise ring," she shrugged. "Why spend so much money on it?"

"Because it ment something to the both of us," Reggie interjected,eyeing his own finger. His one was a simple rose cold band, the same jewel embedded into it. "Plus, she's worth it."

Y/N laughed, a light pink blush blossoming on her cheeks.

Veronica's face twisted into something ugly, her grip tightened on the ring.

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed. "Careful, you'll break it." She reached for it.

"It's just a promise ring." She stated, her voice dripping with agitation. Moving it out of her reach.

"If it's 'just a promise ring' you can give it back,"

"Hold on." The rich girl hissed. "I'm not done yet!" She caught a glimpse of Betty, who was giving her a disgusted look, her milkshake held tightly in her hands.

She ignored the look, instead she looked at the couple before slowly slipping the ring on.

"W--" Veronica interrupted her.

"Wow. It fits on my hand perfectly."

"Yeah it does," The bulldog stated, "you guys must have simular hands."

"Hmm." She hummed happily. "I've been told my hands are very soft." She purred, sliding closer.

Reggie laughed, looking at Ronnie.

Veronica bathed in this attention, even if it was just a little.

She pulled Y/N's hand off Reggie's, pulling his up against her own.

"See? Matching," She giggled, causing Reggie to smile.

"Yeah..."

Suddenly, Y/N bolted up, snatching Veronica's hand so harshly that it caused Veronica to lurch, making her stomach hit the corner of the table.

Y/N roughly grabbed the ring and snatched it aggressively.

"Look," Y/N started. "I don't know what your problem is Vanessa, but you need to stop. You shouldn't be snatching things that aren't yours. I would say that your parents should of taught you, but then i remember that your Daddy must have not been around often, doing something criminal? Planning to bulldoze a orphanage and turn it into a theme park? He'd make up any excuse to not have to come home to a whiny brat like yourself." Y/N turned, stalking out of Pops.

Reggie trailed after her quickly.

Veronica watched from the window as Reggie grabbed her. From their faces they were arguing.

"What the hell was that?" Betty hissed.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

"She said some shit things too."

"You deserved it!" Betty bellowed, getting up.

"Wait--" Veronica grabbed her. "Where are you going?"

Betty shook her off.

"Away from you."

-

"Hey Reg," Reggie jumped when Veronica appeared suddenly at his locker.

"What you want Victoria?"

Veronica hissed, almost growling.

"Well," Veronica breathed, taking a step closer, smiling up at him innocently. "I thought me and you could go to Pops today? I heard they're doing a 10% off deal."

Reggie sighed.

"Look--"

"Reggie," Cheryl waltzed up to the two, a giant smile on her perfectly painted lips. Her eyes sparkled. "I just wanted to offer my congratulations, you must be very happy."

Reggie rolled his eyes.

"Cheryl--"

"What's going on?" Veronica slid into the conversation, her shoulder rubbing against Reggie.

The ginger observed the two before directing her attention to Reggie.

"Y/N isn't going to like...whatever this is," she pointed to both of them.

"Nothings-"

"-especially now she's pregnant."

Ronnie stiffened, eyes shooting up to Reggie who was staring at Cheryl.

"I don't want everyone to know Cheryl! Y/N's still adamant about people knowing." He hissed.

"Where is she anyway?" The blossom questioned.

"At home," he grumbled "morning sickness."

Cheryl frowned mockingly

"Give her my condolences." She turned to Veronica. "Use protection." She sauntered off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Veronica asked, turning to face him, arms crossed.

"Why would i need to tell you?"

Veronica bristled.

"B-because...we...i t-thought. Me and--" she stuttered, face burning. "At Pops..."

"Did you think i was making a move on you?" Reggie asked, bewildered.

"Well--"

"Oh god, Lodge. Sorry but no." He shook his head, taking a few steps back. "I never ment for you to think that. You were talking about the ring, so i got comfortable cause I'm used to talking about it."

"But--i,"

"I knew it." Reggie grumbled, shaking his head and running a hand through his dark locks. "I tried to tell Y/N that we should of sat somewhere else, but Y/N said it would be rude. I wish i just dragged her way from you. Stress isn't good for the baby."

Were they actually gonna keep it? At this age??

"Are you actually thinking of keeping it?" She blurted out before covering her mouth.

Reggie's eyes darkened, his body caging Veronica against the lockers.

"I don't know what you're suggesting, Lodge. But you better rein it in. You got no fucking say in what i do with my child. Y/N wants to keep it. So do i. If you have a problem with that then you can fuck off. Cause I'm not hearing any of your excuses." He turned around, storming away...

-

Y/N lay in her bed sipping a hot beverage as she watched her favourite TV show. A soft hand came to rest on her flat stomach. No baby bump yet.

"Y/N?" Reggie entered, topless and in pajama shorts. He climbed into the bed, snuggling up to the georgous girl laid beside him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn to channel six?"

Y/N laughed.

"No, get your own TV,"

"Y/N...this is my house.." he whinned, reaching for the remote.

"Nope. I'm pregnant."

"Is that gonna be your excuse for everything?"

"Yup,"

"Ok,"

They laid beside one another, three hearts beating in sinc as they watch the TV that illuminated the room.

"Can i have some hot chocolate?"

"No,"

[silentexplorer18]

First Dates and Distracted Snakes: A Jughead Jones Short

Summary: As Jughead’s attention to you wanes, you allow yourself to pursue other romantic interests.  Although you try to have a good time, you realize that bad guys lurk throughout Riverdale.  Can Jughead brighten your thoughts?

Paring: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape and sexual assault, some depressing thoughts.

Read it here on AO3.

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His dark hair fell into his eyes as his little hands reached for your own dainty ones.  “(Y/n),” he said softly, “will you be my girlfriend?”

You squeezed his hand gently, but shake your head, small smile adorning your lips.  “Juggie, we’re too little.  Ask me again when we’re older, and I’ll say yes, okay?”

He didn’t seem too forlorn from your answer, squeezing your hand back and pulling you toward the swingset.  “Okay, just as long as you’ll say yes.”

It has been ten years since that day when you and Jughead Jones were children, acknowledging that you had something more than what ordinary best friends would.  Despite growing up together, his asking never again graced your ears, as much as you would have wholeheartedly said yes.

Over the years, you and Jug had found a comfortable rhythm that flowed through your lives.  Every day, you would get up and meet him on your porch, sharing breakfast before you set off on the walk to school.  Always, always walking together, you would engage in small talk or comfortable silence, either one being something you both enjoyed.  Then came classes.  Those that you shared, you were hip and hip in; those that you didn’t were never that enjoyable.  At lunch you would sit together, and in the student lounge.  After school would come long sessions at Pop’s, where the two of you would share food and work in a state of symbiosis.  He would write usually, fingertips fluttering over the keys like his life depended on them, like he couldn’t quite get the words out fast enough.  You would work on homework, read, or even doodle sometimes.  The spans of silence would be broken by the click of his laptop and the eventual conversation that would spur when you gave him your attention and he gave you his.

You’d been the one that pushed him toward writing this book about Jason Blossom’s death, knowing he needed a true outlet for his hyper alert, clever mind.  When he started into the investigation, you supported him wholeheartedly, ordering him late night milkshakes to feed his creative mind, dragging him from the diner when it got so late he would cease to be able to function the next day if he didn’t go to bed, and helping him investigate as he saw fit.  Although he was your best friend and you inarguably his, you began to notice your late nights at Pop’s together dwindling as he and the rest of the Scooby Gang, most notably Betty Cooper, began to find themselves intensely rooted in the investigation.

You tried to be positive despite the gnawing disappointment in your stomach every morning he wasn’t there to walk with you to school and every night Juggie would forget to meet you at the diner.  Your study dates and biweekly dinners soon faltered from their normal schedule, and you had no idea if or when Jug would show up.

So here you were again on a Friday night, sitting glumly in your signature booth sipping a vanilla milkshake halfheartedly.  Jughead was always supposed to meet you on Friday nights, another tradition.  You would share a meal and discuss the events of the week, any new leads he’d found, and sometimes would conclude the night watching movies in your room.  He hadn’t shown up, though, hence why you were on your second milkshake of the night.  You didn’t want to admit that saving yourself the social strain of making lots of friends was proving to be a monumental mistake, but it was.  Jughead had hardly talked to you in weeks, and you realized gloomily that you’d fallen lackluster to the amazing Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.

Picking at your straw, you jumped when a body slid down in front of you.  Half expecting it to be Jughead, you looked up in excitement only to realize that the beanie clad boy was not the person sitting in front of you.  Instead Chuck Clayton gazed back at you with a half attractive smirk.  “Out alone?” he asked, trying to avoid commenting on the crestfallen look you gave him when you realized he wasn’t the boy you wanted him to be.

You sighed a little.  “Yeah.  My friend forgot, I think.”

Chuck sympathized with you, carrying on a conversation for the next hour.  Although he wasn’t the most charming or intelligent boy in the world, he did make you laugh, ask you about your day, and acknowledge your existence, all of which were worlds above Jughead who wouldn’t even respond to your text asking if he was okay.

That night of subtle flirting and fry sharing turned into one of many more to come.  The next week, Chuck would stop in, chatting you up since Jughead couldn’t find the time to talk to you.  By the end of the week, he’d asked you out on a date, stating that one of his football companions was throwing a party that he’d adore accompanying you to.

Your first instinct was to hesitate.  You’d never been to a party before, and you’d also never been on a date before.  Not officially, anyway.  You’d been saving yourself for Jughead, just like you’d promised, but the sweet little Forsythe of your youth was the only boy to ever have asked you out.  Jughead had never asked again.  It was clear now, though, that he had no intention to, mind wrapped around Betty Cooper in all her charming glory.

With a blush rising to your cheeks, you accepted his invitation.

The next evening was another Friday, and you were adorned in your usual bluejeans and a Bulldogs tee shirt.  You’d curled your hair lightly, applying a tiny bit of makeup to spruce up your features.  You met Chuck at Pop’s Diner, blushing against his compliments as he led you down the streets of Riverdale toward your first date.

Inviting you inside, you didn’t expect the night that would follow.  Chuck was quick to drink, trying to force alcohol down your throat as well.  You weren’t one for the drinking, trying to suggest that maybe you should go home.  Chuck pouted, trying to guilt you into staying.  “Just one more dance.  Please, baby?”  His words made you uncomfortable, but you relented, agreeing to just one more.  You wanted this date to be labeled as a success, afterall.

So you stayed, and his hands clamped against your waist, travelling rapidly down to your ass.

“Chuck, what are you-” you shouted, his lips shoving against your own to silence your protests.  He pushed you up the stairs, several of his teammates trailing.

The rest of that night was a blur as his hands traveled up your body and touched every square inch.  His lips met your neck, hips snapping against your own as you thrashed against his teammates’ weight.  You tried to scream but someone’s lips were forced against your own, tasting like liquor and the salt of your tears.  Chuck didn’t take you home; shaking, you wrapped your tattered clothes around your quaking frame and stumbled down the streets to your house.  Your parents were traveling on business and would be gone for at least another month and a half, so you were free to let the hot tears of shame trickle down your cheeks when you entered the home.  Ripping off what was left of your clothes, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot water burn your flesh clean of the horrors it had experienced in the darkness.

That weekend, you were holed up in your bed the whole time, ignoring the occasional buzzing of your phone even through Monday and Tuesday morning.  By six Tuesday night, you were finally hungry, dragging yourself up and dressing in fresh clothes.  On Saturday, you’d witnessed the photo spread across Instagram and Snapchat, flitting into group chats and ruining any chance of secrecy you’d had at keeping what happened under wraps.  A photo of you barely clothed, the jocks closing in around you in a sweaty, hormonal mess.  Chuck Clayton was branding you as an easy fuck, the girl who threw her virginity at him.  From the photo, you just looked like a slut, not a girl who’d been raped by the team.  Only people that knew you would know the lies behind the image.

But still, you needed to eat.  So you drug yourself to Pop’s, perched in the farthest seat from the door, sipping on a vanilla milkshake, no cherry  or whipped cream - you didn’t deserve it.  Pop’s had brought you some sympathy fries that you nibbled on here and there, but for the most part you just sat quietly, dreading the days to come.  Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Jughead’s approach until he’d slammed down in the seat in front of you.  Your eyes flickered up to him, clearly startled.  His face was hard, impassive.  “How could you?” he said harshly.

“What?” you asked softly, confusion painting over your tired eyes.

“You gave your virginity to Chuck Clayton of all people?  Why would you go on a date with that guy?”

Hurt flashed across your face, but your defences were up as his judgemental gaze looked down his nose at you.  “Maybe because he was the only guy to ask me out,” you said incredulously, trying to ignore the pain pooling in your heart.

“But you screwed Chuck.  Of all the disgusting, filthy, low level things you could have done, you did that.  You jumped the first guy that offered.”  He tried to keep going, describing how low screwing Chuck Clayton was, but you didn’t hear him.  You were rushing up from your seat, tears flooding your cheeks as your feet led you to the door.

You felt someone collide with you as you pushed through the door, Betty and Veronica staring sympathetically at you as you stumbled by, obviously flustered and emotionally unstable.  You stumbled toward home while they entered the diner, making a beeline for Jughead.

“Jug, what happened?” Betty asked as she and Ronnie slid into the seat you’d been sitting in.

“She slept with Chuck,” he mumbled out, clearly angry.

Veronica rolled her eyes, “Not by choice, you nitwit.”

“What?” he asked, brows furrowing at her words.

Betty, pale and concerned, began to explain what happened, Ronnie turning her phone around to reveal the photo of your broken, defiled form.  Jughead went white, grabbing his bag from the seat and rushing away from the booth, muttering an, “Oh, no,” as he went.

You’d locked the door when you’d gotten home, climbing up the stairs and falling into your fluffy sheets, tears dripping onto pillow as you realized that Jughead was right, you were a dirty slut.  You’d asked for it.  It was all your fault.  You’d went out on a date.  You were to blame.

Jughead knew your house like the back of his hand, pulling the spare key from its hiding spot and slipping into your house, locking the door behind him.  He knew you’d be in your room; that was always your go to when you were feeling sad.

He ascended the stairs quietly, stepping gently into your room.  His heart broke when he saw your weak figure sobbing into your pillows.  Bending down, he enveloped you in his arms.  Your first instinct was to panic, thrashing against his body until you heard his soothing voice in your ear.  “Hey, hey.  It’s okay.  It’s me.  You’re safe, (y/n).  You’re safe.”

Just as quickly as you’d started thrashing, you stilled, tears still dripping from your puffy eyes.  “Juggie, I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his chest.

“What?  Why?”

“It’s my fault,” you whispered, tears starting to rapidly fall again as your breathing hitched.  “You were right.  It’s my fault.  I was low and dirty and bad.  I’m so sorry, Jughead.”

“No, no, no,” he murmured, holding you close to his chest and shushing you.  “It’s not your fault.  None of it was your fault.  They hurt you, and they shouldn’t have, and I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You stayed nuzzled in his arms for a while, hiccupping and sniffling as he whispered soothing words in your hair.  “Why’d you come here?” you croaked out after a while, looking up into his eyes.

Jughead rested his forehead against yours, his sigh fanning across your damp cheeks.  “You shouldn’t be alone right now.  And I’m the fool that got you into this, so I should be the one that helps you through it.”  You looked at him quizzically, and he knew what you wanted to ask before you had the chance to say it.  “I should’ve asked you out,” his voice grew low, and his demeanor shifted from comforting to shy.  “If I had, you never would have been in the situation you were.”

“Juggie,” you sniffled, “it isn’t your fault.  I should’ve waited.  You were always the one that I wanted.”

“(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?” he whispered softly.

You smiled, an equal grin forming on his lips.  “Yes.  I’d love to, Jughead.”  After a pause, you flopped back on the bed, letting out a sigh.  “But I’m so dirty, Jug.  How could you want me?”  He started to protest, but you cut him off.  “I lost my virginity to Chuck Clayton,” you groaned.

“Did you want to?”

You looked back up at him.  “Of course not.”

“Then it’s settled,” he said, taking your hand.  “You’re just as clean as ever, (y/n).  You didn’t give your virginity away, you had a part of you taken.  But you are still as pure as untouched snow.  Don’t think for a second you’re dirty for not giving yourself away.”

Reaching up to his shoulders, you pulled him down next to you, snuggling into his chest warmly.  “Can we just stay here?”

He hummed softly.  “Yes, but we’ve gotta go to school tomorrow,” you let out a whine.  “It’s okay.  I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

Gently, he kissed your forehead, wrapping his comforting arms around you as the two of you drifted off into a safe, protected slumber.

The next morning, you put on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and pulled a baseball cap over your head.  You tried to look in the mirror, feel comfortable in your own skin, but you still felt out of place.  Jughead stepped up behind you, his reflection revealing everything strong and brave you wanted to be.  “I just don’t feel brave enough, Juggie,” you whispered.

“Hey, you are,” he comforted gently, pulling his signature flannel from his shoulders and sliding it over your arms, the finishing touch to your armor.

That first day back wasn’t easy, the whispered words of Riverdale High swirling around you like a cloud of smoke.  But despite the hungry stares of Chuck Clayton and the hateful gaze of Cheryl Blossom, you clung to the notion that you were enough, catching Jughead’s eye in every hallway to give you strength.

You may have been cheated your first kiss, your first time, but that didn’t matter.  Chuck was just a nasty memory that you could push away and forget with time.  Jughead, he was forever, and now you didn’t have to wait for forever to come.

A/N: Thanks for reading my story!  I hope you liked it.  Let me know what you think and shoot any questions or requests my way! :)  Hope you all are doing well.

Also, if you have experienced rape or sexual assault, know that my character is 100% wrong, making you wrong.  It is NOT your fault AT ALL if someone violated you comfort or privacy.  Never blame yourself for that experience.  Hindsight is 20/20, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen, and you ARE NOT at fault.

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Jughead realizing Veronica could play dirty to get what she wanted and wasn't just a Rich Daddy's Girl?

I had fun with this! Thank you!

Jughead realizing Veronica could play dirty to get what she wanted and wasn't just a Rich Daddy's Girl?

Notes: mention of drugs. Jughead’s poor life choices.

—-

“You lied to me,” Jughead grumbled at his best friend.

Archie grimaces, being called a liar, Jughead knows, would be killing Archie from the inside out. “Technically I didn’t, Betty did.”

“Well,” Jughead sighs, sipping a rum and cola loudly through a cocktail straw. “Betty didn’t drag me here under the guise of free burgers…”

Jughead’s sipping became irritating to Archie. This he knew for sure by the way his best friend was glaring at him as if he had food on his face. Jughead wasn’t unhappy to be here. La Bonne Nuit did have the cheapest drinks in town, he knows, he helped set the prices. Hiram Lodges daughter wasn’t one to skimp on things so it was maple infused no less. Though the speakeasy was swaying by now with the amount of young bodies and tequila shots being thrown around, Jughead didn’t enjoy the hype like those around him. Too many nights in the Whyte Wyrm often had him despising the constant chatter and people dancing.

“You just need to talk to Ronnie.”

Jughead shakes his head. “Tell me why I’m here again?”

Veronica Lodge herself stands at the other end of the bar, pouring a drink for Cheryl Blossom, something red, something sweet, a shit load sour. Just like her. Jughead keeps himself from rolling his eyes at the most ridiculous display of self absorption he’s ever seen. “Ronnie just needs Southside behind her, I promised Betty I’d convince you, she said she’d kick me out if I didn’t try…”

Archie rambles on and Jughead zones out. He meets Veronica’s eyes and he tries to look away, but they’re met at the awkward moment where she’s caught him looking away. So he looks back up just to see her standing with an eyebrow raised and both hands on her hips. Leather, no less. Jughead scoffs in the face of irony. It’s almost as if she’s trying to prove her place with the Serpents… as if she could walk straight in.

Archie’s non-stop carry-on chatter is laced with a few extra beers. Archie is a happy when tipsy and his arm lies lazy over Jughead’s shoulders, kissing his best friend on the cheek. “I’m just glad we get to hang out, Jug.”

“Me too,” Jughead replies, pulling Archie in closer. “But I’m not doing any favours for Lady Lodge.”

It’s not that Jughead doesn’t like her. She’s a lot more tolerable at 21 than she was at 15. On the contrary, Jughead likes her a lot. But her entitlement, demands and expectations were higher than he ever was even after smoking the best joint Sweetpea had ever given him. But he couldn’t blame it all on her, He’d known Veronica a long time now, and there wasn’t much that daddy’s money couldn’t pay for. If he got into business with Veronica, that may lead onto working with Hiram. And he was a whole other side of Riverdale that he didn’t want anything to do with.

“Jug,” Archie says, snapping his fingers in front of Jughead to get his attention. “I can hear your mind running too fast. Stop over analysing things. You just need to talk to V and that’ll keep Betty happy.”

Jughead gives Archie an incredulous look, unsure just how Archie thinks things like this work. “Her dad is a mafia boss -“

“Who tried to kill me several times, I think I of all people know how much Hiram Lodge sucks.”

“Which is exactly why you of all people know why I don’t want to get into bed with the Lodges!”

Archie smirks and shrugs. “Well…”

“Ugh, grow up dude. You know what I mean,” Jughead groans. “But daddy’s money won’t pay for our protection. I don’t want the Serpents anywhere near Hiram or his precious baby.

“But she’s not just Hiram’s precious baby, Jug,” Archie says with an air of wisdom that tells Jughead he’s about to make him feel guilty. “She’s our friend too…”

Jughead rolls his head before looking at Archie lopsided. “Fine. You’ve made me question myself. I’ll talk to her.”

Archie hugged him, just happy that Betty wouldn’t be kicking him out tonight.

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Archie stayed right until everyone had left, pretending he stayed because of the music. Jughead knew full well it was to make sure Jughead didn’t escape before speaking to Veronica.

She eyes his dirty docs on her velvet chairs, she pulls said chair out from under him and his foot thuds against the floor. “I see you’ve allowed the time to talk to me?” she says with a sway of her hips. She sits down in front of him on the same chair his foot was resting on, now, it was her Louboutins resting on a chair next to him. “I must say, it’s a little hard to get the King of Southside to La Bonne Nuit. Lucky I know his crutch, huh? Archie Andrews sure does tug on the old heart strings…”

Jughead reads the cocky tone in her voice, “obviously doesn’t tug on yours…” he snaps a little too sharply.

“And when did Betty stop tugging on yours?” she challenges.

Jughead feels his face creep up hot.

La Bonne Nuit was quiet and still when it was empty but it still held the smell of expensive liquor and cheaper perfumes. “Please just get to it, V. So that you can try and bribe me with daddy’s money and I can respectfully decline. On behalf of myself and my beloved Serpents,” he replies slowly, faking a bow.

Veronica’s face doesn’t budge. In fact, her back stiffens and her smile broadens. “You’ve done it before, do it again -“

“For old times sake?” He teases.

“Sure.”

Jughead fiat out refuses, shaking his head. “Veronica, I’m not going to have my guys work here to be used as putty against your dad. I’m sure he’s a nice guy deep down -“

“He’s not -“

“I know,” he replies with a roll of his eyes. “I was making a badly placed joke. But working for you is more trouble than it’s worth and not even your father’s money is going to convince me otherwise.”

Veronica’s smugness was oozing and unsettling to Jughead. When he thought she would have backed down, she seemed to ease into a sense of comfort that made him blink slowly, unsure of what to think. “I’m only going to say this once, Jughead, so listen carefully.”

He tucks his fingers behind his ears and pretends to push them out. “I’m all ears, Princess.”

The way she twitches her nose tells him that she’s irritated by the nickname. Fingers dance on the edge of her leather skirt that he notices all too acutely. She tugs on the hem to bring it down over caramel skin that makes him lick his lips. She was beautiful, it was stupid of him not to notice but she’s obviously irritated by him and domineering all the same, Jughead notices it a little more. And right now, a little too much. “I know that you seem to not take me seriously. I get it. My dad has money and has helped me out more than I care to acknowledge. But the Serpents have a way with things that I need in La Bonne Nuit. I’ll pay your boys well and for me, I’ll see that La Bonne Nuit is looked after.”

“But -“

She cuts him off with. “I wouldn’t be asking for help if I didn’t need it.”

Jughead frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “And why do you need it?”

Veronica leans back and puts her hands behind her head. “This sort of joint doesn’t come without its problems and neither does being Hiram Lodge’s daughter.”

Jughead was impressed to say the least. All these years Veronica had been battling against her father just to go running back when things got tough. Not to mention the blatant replacing of the Serpents when she recruited the Poisons. Once bitten, twice shy he thinks. He couldn’t put his ego through that again. Faking an unconcerned air, he leans back in his chair too. “The crux of it, Princess, is no.”

Veronica stands from her seat, legs smooth that Jughead’s eyes once over, heels clicking on the floor, the smell of cinnamon shifts with her as she stands before him. “I really didn’t want to do this, you know, for old times sake,” she says, stealing his words.

“What?”

Veronica sighs, pretending to be disappointed, shoulders slumping. “I hear you’ve taken a leaf out of your mom’s books, sad really, the same thing you hated about your mom is what you seem to be cooking up yourself.”

Jughead’s eyes turn beady and his voice catches in his throat. “Playing dirty, are we?” he replies, trying to keep calm.

Sweat beading at his temples.

Veronica’s eyes darken, leaning into him, she places a hand on each chair arm, whispering into his ear; “I’ll play dirty, Jughead, if it means I get what I want.” She stands straight again. “So, La Bonne Nuit under the care of the Southside Serpents?”

Jughead grimaces, adjusting the hat on his head out of nervousness. “And what the hell can Hiram Lodge do with that information that would help you, V?”

Veronica’s smile is haunting. “Daddy won’t help me out with this one, Jug. It’s what I can do with that information and your father.”

Jughead shivers, fearful of Veronica Lodge for the first time. “What do you say, Princess? Let’s start again.”

Her smile carries malice, he feels like it will haunt him in his dreams. But he wonders just how far she’ll go now that he’s on her team.

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Send me a Jeronica centric ft Barchie prompt and I’ll write a >1000 word Drabble!

[dee-vine]

Shutter Speed Ch. 2

Hi guys! I’m back! I wanted to get this out a quick as possible, so it’s a lot shorter but hopefully still enough! Just want to thank you all for the lovely comments, since I really did not expect this to take off the way it did. Love you all, and enjoy!

Ch 1 Read on AO3

If it were up to Betty, she would have never checked her email for a response from the ad. But Betty was living with Veronica Lodge, who does not take no for an answer.

“If you would just give me your password I wouldn’t have to bother you with it,” she argues, watching Betty log into her account. Betty rolls her eyes and chooses not answer. The page loads and she scrolls past spam emails from school and apartment building, stopping when she sees one from an unknown email address.

“Have you gotten any emails from a jjones3@gmail.com? It looks weird,” Betty asks, reluctantly clicking on the email. Veronica makes a bored noise, examining her newly pedicured nails and not paying Betty any attention. Betty gasps when the email loads, eyes going wide. “Ronnie!”

Veronica’s head snaps up, frantically looking to her. “What? What happened?” Betty doesn’t verbally answer, choosing instead to point repeatedly at the computer screen. Veronica leans closer to read the email, gasping even louder than Betty had.

Hello Betty.

Thank you so much for replying to my Craigslist post. After much consideration, I have decided to have you as my model. If you are still up for it, we can discuss a time that works for both of us, though I would prefer it to be sooner rather than later. We can also discuss a place, though I am thinking of doing different locations for the shoot if that interests you.

Please let me know soon what your thoughts are. I truly look forward to working with you.

J. Jones

Betty stares at the screen, reading the email over and over again. This mysterious photographer, this J. Jones, has chosen her to be their model. Boring old Betty-- a model. Her mother would never believe it.

“Oh my gosh, Betty! You did it!” Veronica exclaims, hugging her tightly from behind.

Betty laughs a little while continuing to stare at the email. “I can’t believe it. It has to be a joke,” she mutters, shaking her head.

“The proof is right in front you. You, my friend, are officially a model and I could not be more proud,” Veronica says, kissing the blonde’s cheek obnoxiously. “I think this calls for a celebration.”

“V, you’re getting ahead of yourself. I haven’t even modeled for anything yet. I still have to answer this Jones person, which is already really weird that they aren’t giving their name? Is it a boy or a girl? It’s kinda creepy actually, and I think this is a bad idea now.”

“You are being ridiculous! They’re just being professional,” Veronica argues. “Now, answer right now and then we’re going shopping so you can have more outfit options to choose from!”

“Veronica, I can’t just buy a new wardrobe!” she laughs. She goes to compose a new email in response to this Jones person anyway, trying to keep it quick. She confirms that she is in fact willing to model still, ignoring the nagging feeling that she would regret it later. She gives a few times that she was available, and that she is fine with any location. She signs it accordingly, neglecting to put her last name. If Jones can be elusive, Betty can be too. She successfully sends the email and looks back at Veronica with a tight-lipped smile.

“Shopping?” Veronica asks excitedly. Betty nods and stands up, allowing Veronica to take her hand and lead her to the door, grabbing her purse on the way out.

“I say we go to H&M, yeah? They have good modelling clothes. And don’t worry, it’s on me,” Veronica smirks, waving her shiny credit card. Betty laughs but doesn’t argue because you’ll never win against Veronica Lodge, especially when shopping was involved.

It is in the evening on a Tuesday, so luckily the store is not that crowded. Veronica leads Betty around, pulling clothes off of racks and pushing her to the dressing room to try them all on. Of course, she makes Betty show her every single outfit she has and judges them for her.

“Okay, try that top but with...this skirt!” Veronica picks out an off-white leather skirt, with buttons all the way up the front. Betty raises her eyebrows, looking at her in question. She just rolls her eyes in response, “Trust me. Put it on.”

Betty sighs and relents, going back into the dressing room to change. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, quite pleased with how the outfit looks. It’s a simple white, thin sweater, sort of see through, that surprisingly looks good with the similar colored skirt. She opens the door and steps out for Veronica to see, who claps her hands together joyfully.

“Yes! It’s perfect! I know you look good in white so I knew you had to wear it, and I am honestly so proud of myself,” Veronica rattles, standing up from the bench. “You take that off and I’m going to go look for a dress for you.”

“V, I don’t need a million outfits. It’s one photoshoot,” she sighs.

“Betty, trust me. There will be more photoshoots once this Jones sees how hot you are on camera,” Veronica smirks, sending a wink her way before going back out into the store. Betty blushes and steps into the dressing room, changing back into her normal clothes quickly. Collecting all the hangers, she takes one last look in the mirror before entering the store again to put away the clothes that both girls decided against. She is about to wander around in search of her friend when she sees her talking to someone across the store. They seem to know each other, her and this tall, red-headed guy who seems to be around their age. Betty doesn’t recognize him so she doesn’t know how close they really are, but she walks over there anyway.

“Betty! There you are, I was just about to come look for you,” Veronica bursts out. The redhead glances towards Betty in surprise, most likely from how loud Veronica is all of the sudden.

“Hi V. Uh, who is this?” Betty questions, glancing at the man briefly.

“Hey, I’m Archie,” he says, holding a hand out for her to shake. She glances at it before shaking it, smiling softly at him.

“We had Sociology together this past semester. He was in my study group I told you about!” Veronica informs her, grinning happily.

“Oh, I remember that,” Betty claims, even though she has no recollection and will definitely be asking Veronica about it later. “What brings you here, Archie?”

“I stole one of my roommate’s shirts and may have ruined it a little, so I promised him i’d buy him another one. He’s around here somewhere, probably picking the most expensive shirt,” Archie mutters the last bit, rolling his eyes. Betty can’t hold in her laughter, covering her mouth to try and stifle it. Archie doesn’t seem offended, only smiles down at her.

“Well, Archie, we need to get back to our shopping, but it was really great to see you,” Veronica says sweetly, looping her arm through Betty’s free one.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll see you around,” Archie smiles at her before looking at the blonde. “It was really nice to meet you, Betty.”

“Oh yeah, you too, Archie,” Betty smiles back, watching as Archie walks away from them. She instantly turns to Veronica, seeing her smirk after him. “Don’t think I won’t ask you about this later.”

Veronica laughs and pulls her to another rack. “Later, Nancy Drew. Now go try on this dress.”

[youngerdrgrey]

save the cheerleader, etc. etc. // a riverdale moment

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outtakes from a fic unfinished wherein Veronica stays with Cheryl instead of going to the jubilee. Alternate ending to season one. + on ao3

// care warning: talk of canon suicide attempt

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Archie rats them all out; rather, Hermione reads Archie’s text to Veronica and puts the pieces together. (The text, by the way, was a simple We should get Cheryl to the counselor on Monday. It could be nothing, but if she’s already tried drowning once….)

Hermione Lodge at least has the common decency to wait until they’re in the hall to snap at Veronica. 

Technically it’s not just cocoa. Not that Veronica should tell her mother that, Vee just needs something else to focus on for a second. Something other than the fact that her mother is legitimately suggesting sending Cheryl home to Penelope Blossom of all people.

“You know her mother, Mom. You’ve known her longer than I have, so I know that you don’t honestly believe that Penelope Blossom would be supportive right now. She’d spout some nonsense about Blossoms being stronger than this and call it a day. Or worse!” Cheryl once said that her parents would kill her, and that’s before it was confirmed that her dad’s a fucking murderer. "Forgive me if I’m not sending her back to the person who broke her.”

“And forgive me if I’m not letting my daughter get caught up in their madness.” Hermione towers over Veronica when she steps in closer. Over protective Mom-mode to the thousands, and the moment’s complete with a hard stare straight to her daughter’s eyes. "Leave that girl and her family alone. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” but Veronica’s not shaking in her sheer tights. “And I can’t believe it. First you want me to be nicer, then you push against every chance I have to prove it. I’m not like you, or Daddy. I can’t keep turning my back on good people—“

“Good people!?” Hermione full on huffs. “Clifford Blossom killed—“

“She’s not Clifford Blossom!”

“She’s worse!” Than a murderer!? “She could be, Veronica. You have to accept that.”

“No.” Cheryl Blossom might be one of the worst people to go to Riverdale High, but she’s nowhere near as bad as the parents in this town. She’s not as callous, or as unforgiving, or as quick to damn every single person who doesn’t fit within her idea of perfection. Sure, she’s a fucking bitch, but that doesn’t mean she should die. “I won’t accept that. I’m not going to the jubilee. Send the city my regards." 

Veronica wheels around on her heels. She only gets her hand around the doorknob before her mom speaks again.

“What about Archie?”

He’s got about a mountain of gauze wrapped around his knuckles, but he’ll be fine. (Later, Veronica will kiss along the cracks in his skin. He’ll assure her, again and again, that he’s okay, but it’s not him that she almost lost. Not him that she’d been itching to sit by on the ride back from the river.)

Veronica asks, “What about him?” Then she opens the door back into their suite. 

Cheryl hasn’t moved from her spot by the fire, but she makes eye contact with Veronica the second the door opens.  Veronica tries joking, “Guess a little privacy’s too much to ask for?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes. “Hotels aren’t soundproof, Veronica. Never have been. Probably never will be.”

“Great for the voyeurs, bad for everybody else.”

Cheryl hums in agreement while Veronica makes her way over. The cocoa’s down to the bottom now, just a thin layer of brown that’s almost see through. Veronica should probably refill it. Or maybe just some water this time. She shouldn’t be giving someone downers like alcohol when they had a night like this but sometimes—

“Thank you.” Cheryl glances over, purses her lips against whatever sort of add on would ruin the moment, then she says it again, “Thank you, Veronica. For everything.”

And Veronica doesn’t want this to be more than Cheryl can handle. She doesn’t want the full ABC Family breakdown, or the soul searching hug or whatever. She just wants to make sure that her new friend is okay, and alive, and maybe not gonna try this again once she gets the chance to be alone again. So she tries to defuse it. She says, “I’m keeping the shirt. I haven’t tried it on yet, but I am sure that it will look amazing on me.”

Cheryl’s eyes flash with a bit of her normal spark. “I can take it back.”

Veronica hums this time, plants her hands behind her and leans back into them. (It makes her chest arch, and Cheryl’s eyes definitely drop when she does it.) “You’ll have to pry it off me.”

Another flash, and the slightest hitch in Cheryl’s breath. “I’m game if you are.” (And Veronica is. Or was. Or will be.)

“Let’s get you warmed up first, ‘kay bombshell?”

Cheryl glances at Veronica like there’s a million ways she could warm up, but another blink and it’s all gone. She sips the last of her cocoa and wiggles the cup by its handle for a refill.

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ii.

Cheryl doesn’t sit — not immediately at least. When Betty had told Veronica about her day with Cheryl, Betty couldn’t get over how easily Cheryl had moved through her space. How Cheryl had straddled Betty’s legs to get close enough to put Betty on edge. How Cheryl had seemed so terrifyingly, perfectly normal until the moment that Cheryl had snapped. Which, at this point, does seem to be her modus operandi, but here, in Veronica’s bedroom, Cheryl stands still. Like she’s not even there.

“You can sit, you know.” Veronica pushes her bedroom door closed with a click. She shifts her phone in her hand enough so that she can click the lock too. “My mom’s not going to do anything. I think I made my point perfectly clear. I’m not leaving you, not after….”

“After I went under?” Cheryl offers. Her voice comes out as light as her eyelashes. Light as the ends of her hair now that they’re finally drying back to their normal color. But she doesn’t seem afraid of the words, even as Veronica blanches.

Veronica heads for her bed, reaching a hand out to Cheryl as she goes. “I was going to say after the night we’ve had, but—“ here their hands clasp so Veronica can lead, “Your way works too.”

Cheryl breathes out something that might’ve been a laugh. “Only it didn’t. Archie wouldn’t let it.”

“None of us would.” Veronica doesn’t let go of Cheryl’s hand once they sit. If anything, she holds tighter. Cheryl’s fingers still feel too soft, too pruned, and — “I’m sorry. I never should’ve left you earlier today. You were obviously going through something. And you needed someone there.”

“You were there, when it really mattered. I don’t—“ Cheryl sits up a little straighter. “You don’t have to babysit me. Go, have fun with Archie. You’re singing together, right?”

The kids in America song that always makes Veronica think of Meet the Robinsons and the Jonas Brothers. It took, like, three rehearsals for Vee to sing to the right lyrics without having to think about it. And their voices do sound amazing together.

“We have plenty of chances to sing together. This town has a party, like, every other week.” She tugs on their joined hands enough to knock Cheryl off balance. “I mean, it’s no New York, but—“

Cheryl groans. “What’s so great about New York anyway? What makes them better than us?”

New York’s familiar. New York’s constant motion in Manhattan, a flurry of people who are always in the way but somehow able to remind you of what little stuff you take for granted now. New York’s where Veronica Lodge became Veronica Lodge. Where she decided she didn’t need to go full on Blair Waldorf to have the same sort of presence of Leighton Meester on the steps. Where she kissed a boy for the first time and liked it. Where she grew up.

But Riverdale’s where she had to learn how to grow up. How to be a friend to more than just her friend group. How to be the kind of person she wants to be and commit to it.

Plus, Riverdale’s got Cheryl. Everyone. It’s got Betty and her mom and Archie and Kevin and Ethel and Josie and Valerie who definitely isn’t over Archie but doesn’t deserve any sort of animosity for being there when Archie apparently didn’t want anyone else to be. It’s got a whole world of people that she would miss for who they are and not only for the moments they’ve shared together.

So, “I don’t know.” Veronica glances over at Cheryl, gives a little shrug. “I’m not too sure if anything’s better than you.” Then she rolls her eyes at the phrasing and tugs her hand back. (Cheryl doesn’t let go right away, btw. She lingers.) “That sounded gross, but I’m just really glad you’re still here.”

And Cheryl might not be able to say it yet, but the way she bumps her shoulder into Veronica’s definitely feels like she might be glad too.

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iii.

Veronica sneaks a glance at her phone while Cheryl’s in the bathroom. There’s about a dozen texts from Archie and Betty and Josie about the jubilee’s best moments. Betty freaks about calling out the whole of Riverdale. Archie freaks out about performing for all of them. Josie asks that Vee tells Cheryl to check her phone. 

Veronica squirms into her covers at that last one. It’s a little weird being the main point of contact for Cheryl. But that’ll pass, won’t it? It’s not like Veronica’s marrying the girl; she’s just being a good friend.

But she does tell Cheryl that Josie’s worried. Mentions it between bites of Halo ice cream that she skims from Cheryl’s bowl since Cheryl doesn’t quite seem ready for that much junk food. Cheryl plays it off like it’s obvious, but there’s a second — another flash where it must click. Cheryl’s family might be trash, but they aren’t the only ones who could be here for her.

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[bitchezbebonkers]

I’m putting a lot on the line here. Don’t get me wrong, you all know I am die hard Bughead!! Or I wouldn’t have invested the hours I have to the cause in the form of Vanilla Lips. But this is purely for my own fun and the fact I have started enjoying Jeronica as a ship as well. Don’t think I am “jumping ships” as I don’t want people to think that. Just a bit of fun on my behalf. Ignore this completely if you want to imagine me as just Vanilla Lips’s writer <3

Yes, this is a Jeronica Drabble.

Warnings! ANGST, ANGST, (I don’t know why I bother even mentioning angst because you guys should know by now I am %12782722 angst. JERONICA it’s a warning just because. Alcohol and mentions of marijuana. OOC!!!

I gulp down courage and I feel the weight of Southside on my shoulders. Deep down I feel a little sorry for myself as I drink at the bar. Cheryl hadn't even given me a single ounce of the sympathy I was searching for but then again, she never does.

ACDC plays loud through the bar but it was almost empty. Somewhere in between songs she mentioned Betty and I humoured her with gutless, empty words. I asked her if she knew Archie was going – Cheryl didn't but her eyes flickered down and I held back a sharp smile, I liked it when Cheryl didn't know things because apparently, she knew it all. They say no one likes a know it all. I can't say I liked Cheryl, but she was a little more palatable on the tongue these days.

Cheryl slams a glass down on the counter before rolling her eyes and putting a pink stained cloth to it, smudging sticky around. “We’re closing soon, Forsythe,” she says, dripping my name from her tongue. “The sun will come up soon and you'll still be sitting in here drinking women's drinks and smelling a hell of a lot like an ash tray. No insults intended but...” she tilts her head.

“But every insult is intended, I hear it, Red,” I say sipping my drink through a straw.

She eyes me before shrugging and shoving the cloth in her apron strings. “No, I just mean...” she trails off before nodding. “I mean, yeah – I tried to think of something nice to say but it's not working. You smell and you've been here all night. Don't you have somewhere else to be?”

I snigger and look at the clock. It's hitting one AM and I've been sat up here for hours now. I don't know at which point Joaquin had left but now he's probably knee deep in the cute guy with the blonde hair that Cheryl had been poaching. Joaquin settled the score and now Cheryl hates him more for it, he definitely had an appendage that she didn't that the blonde wanted a little more than swollen lips around his -

She clicks her red nails on the counter in front of my lady-drink. “Oi!”

“Hmmm?” I reply, flicking my dry eyes up to her. “What?”

“Don't you have somewhere to go?”

No, I didn't have anywhere to go. The trailer is colder than the ice that's sitting on top of it, stealing the grass around it. The bar was cheap, the drinks, cheaper. It was more comfortable in here even if Cheryl runs her tongue over red lips, making them slick and shiny making me shudder. “You know I don't, Red,” I grumble.

Cheryl flicks her long hair over her shoulder and checks out her brand-spanking-Fifty-dollar manicure before fingering the heavy ruby on her chest. “I knock off in thirty, then I'm taking you somewhere.”

I snigger. “Where?” I ask.

She sighs with frustration. “Home, Jughead. Somewhere where you can rest your head, wash the nicotine out of your hair.”

Speaking of nicotine, I take a cigarette out of the packet before placing it between my lips, I put the straw between my lips on the other side. “Can I get another one of these before we go?”

She slides the bottle of white rum across the counter and then reaches down to undo her apron. “Here, have the lot, I can't take you seriously when you're so pathetic anyways.”

“Gee thanks,” I add sarcastically. “You're so sweet.”

“Not as sweet as those lady-drinks that you down every night...”

I stir my drink with my finger and pour more white rum into it, “They're easy to down,” I say quietly. “Like my life down a drain.”

She rolls her eyes and I see red heels clicking on sticky floors. “Keep feeling sorry for yourself, Donnie Darko, I swear no one cares in this place.”

I look around, I was the only one left in this bar.

Then I hear the door slam against it's frame.

Veronica clicks through the bar with red-bottomed Louboutins on. She flicks her hair from side to side before turning to me with red rimmed eyes and mascara smudged in the left hand corner. Veronica Lodge never let down her guard for no one but tonight she's all armour free and the way she walks through Southside is like she's done it twenty times before. This place is cold, wet and damp but she's moving through like wildfire on dry, unsated lands. This place might be cold, wet and damp but it's a hell of a lot more comforting than the trailer is at the moment. Veronica clicks nails on the counter next to me, she becomes the Queen of fakes when she smiles at me with dark purple lips together and says with a sigh; “Evening, Jughead.”

I lift my short glass to her and go back to staring at the counter. “It's one AM, Veronica.”

“Well, I didn't know you were the Master of time...”

I snigger and go back to rubbing the rim of my glass with my forefinger. “I'm just handy with a watch.”

Veronica ignores my comment and turns to Cheryl at the bar. “A scotch on the rocks, baby,” she says, sliding a note across the bar.

Cheryl arches and eyebrow and gives Veronica a derisive look. “I'm all for the healthy drowning of your sorrows V, but we don't have scotch here.”

I try to ignore both the girls but both sets of eyes were flicking in my direction. I know why Veronica has clipped her way through the Serpents favourite. Archie had gone this morning, gone to find his new home and new, bright-eyed hope in the form of Football. And for some reason, Veronica didn't follow him like the lost puppy she always was to him, somehow thinking that rocking up here was the best choice of things to do. Ironically, I understand that. This was the next best thing to me too, to sit here and drink until past drunk, to listen to Cheryl break me in two just to make me feel something again. I get it. Sometimes you gotta give into your weakness to show that you're not so weak. Riverdale makes you pathetic, but alcohol makes you stronger. Stronger than God.

“What do you have then?” Veronica snaps, clicking her heels under the counter. “Give me something good.”

“I can't guarantee Manhattan’s finest, Veronica,” Cheryl says rolling her eyes. “They like it cheap and nasty around here – oh right, I guess you might fit in fine here...”

Veronica slams a soft hand on the counter. “Don't test me.”

“Just give the girl the next best thing,” I say grumbling.

Cheryl spins on her heels with effortless nonchalance and starts fingering bottles on the counter top. “We have Jim Beam or we have Rum, Captain Morgan's to be exact... I can put either on ice to make it a little more of what you wanted, how does that sound?”

Veronica tilts her head to look at me with an exasperated expression and she eyes the cigarette packet on the counter next to me. “Surprise me,” she says to Cheryl. “And gimme one of those,” she says to me. “I want to float away in a cloud of smoke.”

“Another disappointing disappointment,” I tell her, pushing the packet towards her. “These are cheap and nasty too. Archie always hated cigarettes...”

I push the boundaries. Veronica just runs her tongue over her teeth and flexes her fingers. I can feel the one-million-and-one snarky replies ticking through her mind, but she doesn't voice any. I had tested her waters, I was edging in and I know I shouldn't. I didn't have the right to bring up Archie. Especially not here, in the dungeon we were sitting in. The bright Son of Riverdale's name didn't fit right here.

“Just like me, apparently,” Veronica says stingingly. “Cheap, nasty...”

Her eyes darken and she takes the glass from Cheryl roughly. Cheryl doesn't like that but smooths a dirty, wet rag across the bench to disguise her spilling overflow. “Don't worry,” I mumble to Veronica. “No one's as cheap and nasty as I am.”

Veronica sniggers and takes another gulp of her drink, swigging it back. She closes her eyes and screws her nose up. “Too cheap and a little too nasty for Archie.”

I down the last of my drink and place the glass back on the counter, trying to shift what Ronnie just said out of my brain. They were High School Sweethearts, they had it all laid out for them. They had it all but nothing lasts forever, not when Riverdale pushed you right to the very edge. Archie was the epitome of Riverdale, Veronica was tied to his side and looked up at him every day with heart eyes and her arm linked in his.

But then the same could be said about Betty and I, but all is left is what could have been and her smell stale in my sheets. And the image of her riding me from on top.

“Too nasty?” I say, holding back a snigger. “If he can't get down with nasty then he's looking in the wrong place.” Cheryl takes my glass from in front of me and shakes it in the air. “Yes please, Cheryl,” I say.

“Hmmm,” she replies, lifting her hand from drink-sticky on the counter.

“Besides,” I hum. “Everyone knows you don't come cheap. You're high priced, Ronnie.”

Veronica smiles and nods. “I guess so, if he didn't know I could get down nasty, he didn't know me at all.”

We pause for a beat. Cheryl tops up my drink and I take a sip loudly before pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips. “You could know someone for years and not know them at all, Ronnie,” I say muffled by my smoke. “They only want to know the parts that they can relate to.”

I laugh quietly to myself. The parts they could relate to. People can't relate to Southside, can't relate to the dark. Can't relate to those cynical beings. Cynical was quickly enveloping the bar as Veronica and I sit here with ACDC still blaring.

She reaches for my packet, not even asking but pulling out a stick and putting it between her own lips. We both stand, we look at each other and then I jerk my head back to get her to follow me. She follows silently and we get outside, rain was falling loudly against the undercover area with the roof of tin and the moon still shining through it. “What are you drinking?” she asks me.

I bite my lip as I look in my glass. “Cheryl will kill me if I tell you what I'm drinking,” I say laughing humourlessly. “Ashamed of the fact she's even selling me this shit.”

“You have my attention now,” she says, trying to tip-toe to look in my glass.

“Malibu and pineapple.”

“A little tropical for this climate, don't you think?”

I nod. “I guess so.”

“It's funny,” she starts.

I get my zippo lighter out and light her smoke before mine. I might have had a few drinks tonight but I was still ever the gentleman, even through smoke haze and white rum. “What is?” I say exhaling loudly.

“We've just had a ten minute conversation yet you relate to this more than anyone else.”

I scoff and shake my head. “It's funny how much you get when you're drunk. They say drunk speaks a sober mind...”

She shrugs and flicks ash on her Louboutins. “Maybe,” she says quietly. “Or maybe you just get it because you're fucked up too.”

She didn't even understand the start of it. If I try hard enough, I can still count the amount of days it's been since Betty left. I can count the hours down from the last time I saw Archie. I can still feel the tingling remains of my smoke-heavy mind from the last blunt I hit. My mind processes, my body weakly keeps moving but I'm fucked up. My life is just a series of hours rolling by with no destination.

I laugh and close my eyes, letting the moon leak into me. “Oh yeah,” I say. “I'm more than fucked up.”

I'm so fucked up, I don't even feel anything any more.

“They say white rum is for pussies, you know?” she asks me.

I look at my Malibu and Pineapple juice. I don't even have an answer for that, maybe I'm just as trashy as my drink. “Call me a pussy, I dare you.”

“You're a pussy.���

“You're not very nice, has anyone ever told you that?”

Veronica pauses and looks at the red tip of her cigarette. “One or two million times.”

I obnoxiously sip my white rum through the straw and look at her. “At least you're honest,” I say, looking down at my Docs, not wanting to feel concern for Veronica but I've seen lost so many times, I know the tell tale signs. “Are you ok?”

She draws in deeply and looks at me, her brown eyes seem so much darker in this moonlight. “Back in Black,” she mumbles.

I hear ACDC pulsing through the bar and I snigger. “So it is,” I say. “Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die...”

“I got nine lives, cats eye,” she says louder.

“Wouldn't have picked you for an ACDC fan,” I laugh.

“There's a lot about me that you don't know.”

“I'm sure there is.”

She closes her eyes again, looking to the tin roof. “I'm ok, Jughead.”

“Something's telling me that you coming here to the bar is you saying you're not ok.”

“I just needed to be somewhere familiar.”

I roll my eyes and look to the door of the bar. “Here? Southside Bar is your familiar?”

“Not the bar,” she groans. “You.”

We were friends, but our friendship stemmed from Archie and Betty, not much else than that. She didn't fit right here in this scene. “Me?”

“We both come from opposite ends of the spectrum, Jughead,” she says dripping poison. She was getting irritated by me. “But we have a lot more in common than you think.”

“So you've been saying the past four years...” I say quietly.

“Be honest with me,” she presses. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes before looking at me.  “Does it feel like we're the only two people left in Riverdale?”

She sounds like she's begging for an answer, any answer. Her eyes are still red and blood shot, I think she's cried a million tears over Archie. Archie was my best friend but we haven't lived the same life in so long. He hated the Serpents and in turn, I think he started hating little pieces of me. Bit by bit, nit-picking at me and it never eased up. She's searching me for answers, ones I couldn't give. Tears were forming in the corners as she drunk Jimmy on ice. I rub my forehead before putting my hand on her shoulder. “If we are, Veronica,” I say quietly. “Please promise me you won't turn to me for saving.”

Veronica sniffs dry air and clicks her heel on the cigarette butt. “Jug,” she replies slowly. “Even this feels a hell of a lot like saving.”

“It feels like shit banter between two people who don't know what to say,” I snigger.

She nods. “Yeah, I guess so. But it's good enough.”

Yeah, maybe it is. Maybe it's the next best thing.

After drowning.

And if right now I was drowning, then it felt like she was too.

She keeps stepping from foot to foot, revelling in ACDC and their anger-pulsed words. “Are you ok?”  I ask again.

She shakes her head and rolls back her eyes, praying to the tin roof again. “Do you think you could hold me?”

My face falls blank but I can see it, in the way she's moving slowly to the music, in the way she looks to the covered sky. I chuck my own butt on the ground and step on it with Docs. Tears shimmer in the muted light. She's crying again. Crying for him.

I walk over slowly, I want to bury my hands in pockets but I don't. She's wearing purple faux fur in Southside’s favourite and it seems weird. But it would be weird if she didn't wear something that was all her. She drops her head onto my chest, my arms move without any direction but I wrap them around her shoulders and rest my chin on her hair. She shudders against me and I feel her nails cling onto the leather on my back. “You'll be ok, Ronnie.”

“Will I?” she asks me.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “This part doesn't last forever.”

She sniffs and I can feel her hot breath on my chest. “I'm sorry I never asked if you were ok... After Betty.”

“It's ok,” I say, swallowing down hard words in my throat. “We were always on borrowed time.”

She shudders again. “This feels like shit,” she murmurs. “I want to run away, just go!”

“You'll be ok,” I whisper again, rubbing her shoulders. “It doesn't last forever.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I am.”

I'm as sure as a bullet to the brain.

Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild

Annnnd, there’s a little Jeronica for you.

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famous sister | riverdale x reader

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written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: can you do one famous reader a singer and she’s at riverdale her last tour stop she goes home to surprise her brother archie but he has friends over. In riverdale people are huge fans of hers, left with her mom at a young age and people are surprised that she’s related to him and can you scene with josie and the pussycats freaking out or them performing a song for her.

chapter song: one last time // ariana grande

a/n: i chose queen ari to fill this because she’s queen and i love her, so all the songs she sings automatically are the readers blah blah you get the jist right?

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you smile as you drive past the riverdale welcome sign, your stomach churning in anticipation. tonight was your last stop of your tour before you had a break and it was somewhat of a home coming for you.

you’d lived here when you were younger for a brief period before your mother whisked you away from your father and your brother, and that’s when your career was born.

your final show was here in the heart of riverdale and you’d decided to surprise your younger brother and your father by dropping by the house before your show.

your car pulled up in front of the familiar house. “thank you” you smile slipping out of the car as you glance up at your childhood home.

flashbacks of you and your brother playing out in the front yard all those years ago. he was a few years younger than you but that didn’t stop him from acting like a protective older brother.

even though you only a handful of people know your connection to the small town boy - if the media found out, his whole life would be flipped on it’s head, thank you paparazzi.

your heels click on the pavement as you moved toward the door, taking in a deep breathe of confidence before leaving a soft knock on the wooden door.

the door swing open and revealed your dad “y/n!-” you place your hand over his mouth widening your eyes as he almost blows your cover. you place a finger up to your mouth indicating him to be quite before removing your hand.

he moves aside and lets you in. your shoes echoing on the wooden floor, the tv is turned up way too loud as a movie plays in the front room, the closer you get the more you noticed more than one warm body.

“he has friends over?” you whisper to your dad and he shrugs. “he won’t mind” he plants a kiss on your forehead before disappearing back into his office.

you walk toward the dimly lit room leaning against the door frame “you’re watching avengers without me? god archibald how long have i been gone and you’re already watching marvel movies without me?”

a smirk grows on your face as your brother sits up, untangling himself from a pretty raven haired girl, his jaw dropping.

“this is the part when you tell me you missed me and you come give me a hug” within seconds he was up on his feet taking long strides toward you lifting you up off the carpet.

spinning you around like a mad man, you let a laugh fall from your lips as he places you back down on the ground tackling you in a huge hug.

“why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” he exclaims glancing back at his friends.

“i wanted to surprise you, i have a gig tonight and i wanted to pop in and say hi- plus i have to come check up on my little brother every once in a while” you tease ruffling his hair.

“so are you going to introduce me to your friends?” you nudge his shoulder snapping him from his happy gaze.

“of course this is…ronnie my girlfriend, and then there’s jughead, betty, kevin and reggie- guys this is my sister y/n l/n”.

“oh my god” the raven haired girl murmurs covering her mouth “archie when were you going to tell me you were related to y/n freaking l/n!” she practically squeals.

“i’m veronica lodge, i’m a huge fan of yours!” you smile at her and then to your brother.

“i’ve heard a lot about you miss lodge, all good things, i promise” you reassure glancing to the other couple.

“betty and jughead?” they nod the blonde rushing forward “betty cooper- i’m in love with your music, “be alright” is like my all time favourite song” she rambles.

“cooper huh? as in chic’s little sister?” you laugh aloud.

she nods grinning “yeah that’s me, how do you know my brother? oh god he didn’t like stalk you in high school or something- oh my god i’m going to kill him” she mutters to herself.

you step forward placing your hands on her shoulder “i mean i guess he kinda did stalk me in high school” you admit laughing quietly to yourself, the girl in front of you instantly pailing in color.

“we dated, in high school babe. don’t stress he hasn’t embarrassed you” you reassure and the girl goes from relieved to confused.

“you dated my brother?” she questions a slight disgust to her voice. “hey he wasn’t that bad in high school, he was quite handsome actually” you wink.

“dude why didn’t you tell us you had a hot sister” you tilt your head to glance at the tall raven haired boy “reggie back off” archie defended you but you placed a hand on his chest.

“cool it andrews” the raven haired boy smirks at you “you are pretty hot i must admit, how old are you 16?” you joke.

he rolls back his shoulders “i’m 18 actually” you raise your eyebrows in surprise, they weren’t the little kids that you’d seen in photos archie had been sending you since your time apart.

“interesting” you muse gaining the raven headed boys excitement “how old are you?” he asks and you wince.

“never ask a girl how old she is” you smile sweetly.

“she’s 21 and not interested reg” archie continues to defend you.

“okay well anyways i have a show to get to” they all gawk as they fall under your spell.

“i have some tickets if you and your friends want to come watch arch. there’s a vip booth upstairs, pretty good view”. he nods frantically, the girls practically bowing at his feet.

“i’ll see you guys in a bit - oh and arch, bring the arm candy”. you winked placing a embarrassing kiss on your brothers cheek before exiting swiftly.

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you swung your hips to the beat as you sing along to your song, moving around the big stage as the crowd cheers and sings with you. the music growing louder as the crowd roars.

the song finishes and the crowd erupts in applause and screaming.

“we have time for one last song!” you yell into the mic the crowd growing loud, if that was even possible.

“but first i want to invite one of riverdales very own- josie and the pussycats! to help me sing this one”.

you watch as the girls in the booth with your brother hyperventilate walking down and then up onto the stage, rushing toward you for hugs.

“you guys know ‘one last time’ right?” they all nod as the stage hand rush on handing out mics for the three.

you walk to the centre of the stage queuing for the music to begin.

♬“i was a liar, i gave into the fire. i know i should’ve fought it, at least im being honest”♬

♬"feel like a failure, ‘cause i know that I failed you. i should’ve done you better 'cause you don’t want a liar"♬

♬" and I know, and I know, and I know she gives you everything but boy I couldn’t give it to you. and I know, and I know, and I know that you got everything, but I got nothing here without you"♬

♬"so one last time, i need to be the one who takes you home. one more time, i promise after that, i’ll let you go.“♬

♬"baby I don’t care if you got her in your heart, all I really care is you wake up in my arms. one last time, i need to be the one who takes you home.“♬

”thank you riverdale and goodnight!“

you rush off stage listening to josie ramble on about how much this means to her and the girls and you find yourself smiling before enveloping them in a huge hug.

you look up as your door to your dressing room opens revealing your brother and his group of friends

"you guys killed it and as much as i’d love to stay and chat i have some serious catching up to do with my little bro”

and with that you excuse yourself and rush over to your brother flinging yourself into his arms as they wrap around your waist tightly.

“you were awesome y/n/n” you smile

“oh i know” you tease ruffling up his hair

“celebratory pop’s?” betty suggest my brother grinning in agreement throwing an arm around shoulders

“lets go” you cheer following the crowd out the adrenaline wearing out of your body as you take further steps toward the diner

“so i was thinking, next tour maybe the archie’s could join me and maybe open?”

he throws his head back in laughter and shock “oh i don’t know about that one big sis- you don’t want to be out done on your own tour right?”

you scoff shoving your brother in the chest breaking away from his embrace

“id like to see you try archiebald”

“oh you will y/n”

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Darling You're My Best Friend (I Want To Ruin Our Friendship)

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge Summary: Betty gets jealous over Veronica's date with Reggie and ends up confessing her feelings for her best friend. Luckily for her, Veronica feels the same way. on ao3 here

Betty was the only one in the student lounge when Veronica waltzed in, dressed to the nines like always. Betty gave her a small smile before turning back to the textbook she had been reading.

“I had a great night yesterday,” Veronica announced as she sat down in the chair across from Betty. “I cannot wait to tell you all about it.”

Betty hummed softly to let Veronica know that she was still listening as Veronica told her the details of her date with Reggie. They played mini golf and then went out for ice cream afterwards. She periodically stopped to take sips of her latte as she told her story.

After a little while Veronica realized that Betty wasn’t really paying attention. Her hands were balled into fists by her side and she was grinding her teeth ever so slightly - the way she did whenever she was upset. Something was bothering Betty, and Veronica was determined to find out what it was.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date,” Veronica asked.

Betty shrugged, not actually answering her best friend’s question. Instead she replied, “Do you really want to go out with a guy on the football team after the incident with Chuck and the playbook?”

“They’re all not like that,” Veronica answered, defending her date. “You know Reggie is actually a sweet guy once you get to know him - and get him to talk about something other than football or sex. Did you know he volunteers at the local soup kitchen?”

Betty was a little taken back by her best friend’s answer. She wasn’t expecting for Veronica to defend him like that. Betty had been jealous when she had went out with Chuck, even though she knew it wasn’t serious. Judging by Veronica’s reaction, she worried that Veronica was looking for something more serious this time around and end up dating Reggie.

She hadn't meant to fall for her best friend, but after having such a loving but fierce girl by her side all the time - how couldn't Betty fall for her. Veronica was wonderful. It was no wonder that Betty, or Reggie, or really anyone, would fall for her.

Betty was too busy worrying about Reggie joining their core friend group now that he would probably be dating Veronica, she almost didn't hear Veronica. “Hello? Did you hear anything I just said? Betts?”

Betty quickly snapped out of her thoughts and answered, “I just think you can do better.”

“Like who?” Veronica asked flatly.

Betty clicked her pen nervously. “I-I don't know, but there must be someone better suited for you.”

“I know Reggie and I might not be a perfect match, Betts, but he’s nice and he makes me laugh,” Veronica explained. “And it's just high school. I know that in this town, most people settle down with their high school sweethearts, but I don't really see that for me and Reggie. We’re just having fun. It was just one date - it’s not like we actually dating now.”

Veronica’s last remark perked Betty interest. “So you’re not exclusive yet?”

“No,” Veronica answered. “Like I said it was only one date. I still haven't decided if I’m going to go on another date with him yet.”

Betty nervously wrung her hands together. It was now or never and she knew it. She cleared her throat. “Hey, Ronnie, I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a date… with me?”

Veronica sat up straight and sent Betty a confused look. “Like a friend-date or an actual date?”

“Like an actual date,” Betty clarified, blushing slightly.

A silence fell over them. Every second was agony for Betty. She wished that she hadn't opened her mouth. This wasn't something she could come back from. Veronica was going to reject her and that would be the end of their friendship. She couldn't take it anymore; Betty wished Veronica would just reject her already and end her misery.

After taking a few minutes to compose herself, Veronica reached over and held Betty’s hand. She stroked her thumb across Betty’s knuckles as she spoke.

“You remember when I told you that usually our crushes don't like us back?” Veronica started. In that moment Betty felt her heart shatter until she heard Veronica continue, “I didn't think that you would ever like me back and I thought I should just try to move on. And then Reggie asked me out and I figured I might as well give him a shot since I couldn't be with the person I wanted to be with.”

Betty was confused by Veronica’s answer. She couldn’t tell if she was being rejected or not. She decided to ask again just to be sure. “Veronica, will you go out on a date with me?”

“Yes,” Veronica answered, nodding and smiling.

Betty’s smile widened. She was so relieved. She rambled on without thinking, “God, I’m so happy I could kiss you right now!”

Veronica quirked an eyebrow at Betty. “Then why don’t you?”

Upon realizing what she had just said, Betty flushed bright red.

“You’re cute when blush,” Veronica teased.

Betty quieted her with a kiss. While this kiss didn’t catch her off guard like their first kiss at vixens’ tryouts, but Betty still as though she was floating on air. When they pulled apart, she was left breathless.

Betty laid her forehead against Veronica’s as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled when she realized that Veronica was just as affected as her.

Veronica gave her one last kiss before pulling away. She stood up and straightened her skirt. Before leaving, she shot Betty a quick smile and called out, “Pick me up at 8?”

Betty smiled as she watched her leave, already trying to plan out their date.

A few days, Reggie already had plans for a date with a certain dark haired, hamburger enthusiast while Veronica moved on to better things - particularly a certain someone named Betty Cooper, who just happened to be her girlfriend.

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The Next Chapter - Chapter 7: Archie

Chapter 7 of my Riverdale College AU fic, read the other chapters here: Wattpad and FFN

Archie walks out of his Theory of Music class on Wednesday morning, his stomach rumbling. After only an hour and a half of musical notation, proper formation and musical symbols it had already become his least favourite class. Since he was in the music program he didn’t get to try out whatever classes he wanted like his friends, instead he could only try a few in his elective blocks with the others filled with music, music, and more music. Not that he minded that much, he knew it was the only way to learn; he just wished it could be all his music and what he wanted to learn.

“Hey, Andrews.” Glancing up he sees Reggie up ahead waiting for him.

“Hey, Reg. What’s up?”

“There’s a frosh party on Friday night. At one of the Frat houses, you’re in right?”

Archie furrows his brow for a second. “A frosh party?”

“Yeah. Frosh, it’s only for first years. One of the Fraternities is hosting so there’ll be lots of booze and lots of chicks. You game?”

“Is everyone invited?” Archie stalls, not wanting to go to some party that’s only members of the high-school football team; he’s had enough of most of them.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cheryl’s involved so it’ll be interesting but yes anyone can come.”

“Alright. Sounds good, dude.” He watches as Reggie grins then start to half run down the path towards the dining hall.

Suddenly Archie sees Jughead coming out of the English building and he waves him over. “Hey, Jug!”

“Arch, how was music?”

“Boring, it was all theory. What did you have?”

“20th Century Literature.” Archie raises his eyebrows; that sounds just as bad as music theory to him, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So you going to that frosh party on Friday night?”

“Do you see who you’re talking too? Do you really think I would go to a frosh party?  Voluntarily?”

“Well I don’t know, dude. Maybe you would if everyone else is.”

“Do I look like the kind of person that would jump off a bridge if all my friends were?” Archie grins. “Anyway, Betty and I are going to have a movie night. We already planned it; maybe you guys can drag me to the next one, ‘cause believe me, there will be more.”

“What are we doing, Juggie?” Both boys turn at the sweet sound of Betty Cooper’s voice behind them. She is coming up the path with Veronica beside her, both of them smiling widely.

“Hey, Betts. I was just saying how we can’t go to that frosh party on Friday because of our movie night.” As he says it Archie can see Jughead bite his lip lightly and he frowns at the almost possessive tone in his voice.

“You’re having a movie night instead of coming to the party of the semester!?” All four jump as Cheryl Blossom descends on them, her bright red hair shining like a fiery halo around her.

“Hi, Cheryl.” Betty says sweetly, stepping forward slightly. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, Betty dear. Now what’s this about missing the party?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” Jughead snaps. Cheryl just rolls her eyes.

“You’ll be there, Beanie Boy. Just wait and see.” Her gaze snaps to Veronica and her eyes widen. “Now who is this?”

“Cheryl, this is Veronica Lodge. Veronica, Cheryl Blossom.” Betty motions between the two girls.

“Veronica Lo- oh.” Cheryl cuts herself off with a beaming smile. “Nice of you to join us here in little old Riverdale.

“My pleasure.” Veronica’s tone is dripping with syrupy sweetness. Then something clicks in her head and she says, “Blossom. Like Jason Blossom? You’re Betty’s sister in law!”

“You don’t need to say it like that. There’s nothing between us, Ronnie,” Betty mutters.

“I know I know, she’s just not exactly like you described.”

“And how did you describe me, sister-dearest?” Cheryl’s smile is dangerously wide.

“How would you think I described you?” Betty steps forward slightly and even though Archie knows the two girls would never do anything to legitimately harm the other, whenever they come face to face like this he can’t help but worry.

Jughead evidently feels the same because he reaches out and grabs Betty’s arm saying, “Come on, Betty, let’s go eat. We only have half an hour before Sociology.” Archie watches as his best friend drags his other best friend down the path and into the dining hall. It doesn’t slip his notice how Jughead’s hand stays on her arm until he opens the door, or how Betty leans into him as he says something, both laughing softly.

“Archie? Earth to Archie.” Veronica waves her hand in front of his face and he blinks, startled.

“What?”

“I was just asking if you two are coming to my party on Friday?” Cheryl says.

“Your party? I thought it was a frosh party at one of the Frat houses?”

“It is, but I’m the one organizing it. I can’t imagine what a party not done by moi would be like. Anyway, better be off.” She flounces away with a toss of her red curls, leaving Archie standing alone with Veronica.

“So… that’s Cheryl,” he says.

“She’s… she’s something.” Veronica smiles then links her arm in his, leading him towards the dining hall. “So the party tomorrow night. Is it a date kind of party or…”

Archie looks at her in surprise. “Are you asking me out, Ronnie?” He laughs.

“I just want to be well informed.” She squeezes his arm and gives him a sideways smile. “We can’t go together anyway.” He frowns. “Because of Betty,” she says like this is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Betty and me are over, we’re long over.”

“You sure about that? It was only a few days ago that the she stormed off almost in tears after you told her to move on.”

“Yeah but she agreed with me, we’re both free to move on and it was only a summer fling.”

“Oh, Archie.” Veronica shakes her head and pulls him down onto a bench with her. “Two best friends who have known each other forever can’t just have a summer fling. It will always be something more, at least to one person. And it can’t be treated as a summer fling either. I do think Betty is over you but as she said, you really don’t seem to care that you hurt her. And no, I’m not trying to make you feel like a jerk, I’m just trying to get you to see it from her point of view. I don’t know exactly what happened but I do know that she needs time and space. However you and I going on a date together would not be good, at least not yet.”

Archie nods slowly, letting his mind process everything Veronica had said. “It makes sense,” he thinks. “I was being a douche when I broke up with her but I thought it was the best thing to do in the long run. Better to leave it at a summer thing than carrying it over into college where it would just hurt more.” Out loud he says, “Yeah you’re right. Though it looks like she’s getting pretty cozy with Jughead. I never saw that coming.”

“I’m always right. And Betty and Jughead? They seem like a good match to me.”

“Yeah I just never would have guessed; they never seemed that close in all the years I’ve known them.”

“Let me guess, it always just seemed like more of an obligational friendship because they were connected through you?” Archie nods. “Well you, my friend need to become more observant because to me, it looks like the start of something strong.”

“You are something, Veronica. Did you know that?”

“Of course I did.” She beams at him and grabs his hand, pulling him to his feet. The touch sends a spark of electricity racing through his body and he grins back thinking, “And maybe this is the start of something strong too.”

[herkingmentality-shesunbreakable]

CHAPTER 28 "FREE TRADE" OF DRUGS AND SLAVES AT THE JUAREZ BORDER The next day. Dante drove me to a Bel Aire mansion high on a hill where another party was underway. As I joined those who had gathered on the manicured lawn, I recognized many of the same Mafia people who had been at the Malibu retreat aka "Hotel California". This was a welcome party for President Reagan who had just arrived. He was walking across the yard toward me with his friend. Jack Valenti, who was the president of the powerful Motion Picture Association of America. Reagan looked his role amongst his mobster friends, his beige coal with fur collar draped over his shoulders revealing a dark grey, pinstripe suit underneath. In retrospect I remember him as dressed like the one mobster I did not have to meet, John Gotti. As soon as my eyes met his, 1 was knocked to the ground by a familiar blue-white blast (high voltage) like the one I had recently experienced in D.C. When I came back around and my eyes refocused, Dante was holding me up. Reagan said, "Well, hello Kitten". "Uncle Ronnie, how'd you get here?" I asked in child-like innocence. "The rainbow, Kitten, the rainbow," he answered in Oz cryptic, "I told you I was coming home. There's no place like home, and you said it with me. So, here we are. I keep a little piece of the rainbow in my pocket so I can get back over it (to D.C.) anytime I want to. I make a wish, and click my heels, and I'm gone." For the moment, Reagan succeeded in confusing my mind with Oz cryptic metaphors, reconfirming to my child personality that he was indeed the powerful Wizard. As we went inside for a brief meeting, my personality was deliberately switched to the one that had dealt with de la Madrid the night before. The grey-white stucco house was decorated in plush Presidential blue carpeting and deep, cherry wood tones. The "office" was small and further crowded by those of us present for the meeting. De la Madrid was comfortably seated, as was Jack Valenti. I was not privy to Valenti's exact role in opening the Juarez border, I only know that he was well educated lo the particulars of this meeting. Dante and I remained standing since we would be leaving as quickly as I heard what Reagan, who was shuttling papers and pacing the room, had to say. "Well, Kitten," Reagan said to me, "this is your death sentence: You'll go out ia a blaze of glory." I was not surprised to receive confirmation of my imminent death by Reagan. I had heard about death by fire from seemingly everyone involved in establishing "free trade," through Mexico, of our nation's children for drags. Reagan's use of patriotic metaphors and puns while matter- of-factly informing me he ordered my death was reflective of his often displayed lack of respect for human life. What reflected his character even more were the crimes he was involved in that prompted him to cover-up through "sentencing- me to death. I had witnessed the criminal foundations of NAFTA, which in turn could threaten the successful implementation of the New World Order should these secrets ever be revealed. Initial "Free Trade" including drugs and white slavery extended beyond the U.S. /Mexican border. It routed U.S. traumatized, robotic, mind-controlled children into Saudi Arabia, while building up weapon stockpiles in Nicaragua and Iraq. Although I was considered to be no threat, predicated on the (erroneous) belief that I could not be deprogrammed to regain my memory of these events, my death would provide extra insurance to those involved. I was nearly "used up" anyway, and recording my death via "Snuff Film" was agreed upon as proof to De la Madrid and other leaders at risk, that I had indeed been silenced through death, I could not think to respond to Reagan's "death sentence". Dante wanted to make sure I grasped the point as he graphically expounded, "The next time I ignite your (sexual) flame. Baby, it will consume you, body and soul. And you will burn, Baby, burn. And I'll take your ashes and scatter them to the wind. I'm going to blow you away. On film." Upon hearing something cryptic to which he could relate. Valenti laughed at Dante's twist of words. Referring to the old, porn, blue pencil editing term "Blue movies," he added, "Blue blazes". Dante laughed with him. "We'll call it 'Who In Blue Blazes Was That?' Or, how 'bout 'Cream-Ate'?" De la Madrid noticed Reagan was not laughing and said, "That's like erasing a Mercedes to film a stunt," He leaned forward in his chair closer to Reagan, lowered his voice and said, "It is my desire to have seven just like her roll off the assembly Line and shipped to me prior to the agreement's completion." Reagan agreed, responding, "Those (blonde-haired, blue-eyed) fine kids on the relay to Saudi Arabia are top of the line, but they don't have what she's got." "Two faced Ones are hard to come by," de la Madrid quipped, referring to my vaginal mutilation and Presidential programming code. He cut his eyes over to me, touched himself and cryptically continued, " — from one perspective, anyway. And I like having 'One' I can 'count on." Reagan chuckled while Dante shifted his feet and unfolded his arms long enough to cough-laugh. Valenti seemed to be bored of cliches or was missing many of the cryptic double meanings, but judging from the tone of the meeting, that was just as well. "I'll mention it to Bobby (Byrd) and delegate your order to him," Reagan told his Mexican counterpart. "It should be relatively simple to slip one in for you every few shipments or so once the Juarez border is open to such free trade activities as planned." Reagan spoke as though he were dis- tracted and thinking of something else, even when he looked my direction. "If you please, Sir," I began, "I have the Presidential Seal of Approval and am prepared to fulfill my role." Dante looked at his watch, aware that 1 was scheduled to be at the Juarez border by the "stroke of midnight". Reagan walked over to see the paper I had received from de la Madrid the night before. "OK. Well, farewell. Kitten," Reagan said, as he kissed my cheek. He added in Oz cryptic, "I'll see you on the other side (of the rainbow in D.C.). Click your heels..." My world spun black. Someone had hit me with a powerful stun gun and I was down, feeling as though Dante was half dragging me as he led me to his car, which was already idling in the circular drive. We soon pulled up to the motor home at the gas station on Hollywood Boulevard, where he had picked Kelly and me up several days before, Kelly was already in the motor home, vomiting sick and horribly traumatized. She had been convinced by someone that I had been killed. Houston attempted to create a hypnotically induced "time slip," acting as though I had only been gone a few minutes. We drove quickly, stopping only for fuel in order that I be in Juarez at the appointed time. There 1 robotically presented the Presidential Seal of Approval to the proper officials as programmed, officially opening the border to "Free Trade" of crimes against humanity. Houston and I had hurried across the Juarez border where we were met by the Mexican official in charge. The guard looked to be in his late 40s, with classic, rugged, Mexican features. He stood approximately 5'11", had black hair, an unkempt moustache, black beady eyes and a paunchy belly protruding over his short, squat legs. He spoke excitedly in Spanish, with a harsh, cold lone to his voice as he spit out the necessary words in English, "Give me the Seal", He snapped his fingers, impatiently hurrying me. He took the Presidential seal and knocked me face down on top of a small, barren metal desk while he closely inspected the document. Even Houston was unusually quiet while this particular uniformed guard paced the small tower room, sweating profusely while he talked on his walkie talkie. Finally, he accessed and verified the bank transaction codes provided through whom he said was George Bush, Jr. He concluded the encounter by taking a stun gun from his belt and jolting me with it, supposedly to erase my memory. I was nauseated and weak from high voltage and the ordeal as Houston and I made our way back across the border. My empty stomach rolled, prompting Houston to lie, "I told you not to drink the water". In reality, I had had nothing to drink since the champagne at the Hotel California, and 1 hadn't eaten in days. I was thoroughly exhausted when we reached the motor home in El Paso, but Houston was sexually aroused from cocaine and the criminal events that merged Mexico with the U.S. at the Juarez border. CHAPTER 29 THE LIZARD OF AHS After the opening of the Juarez border, I was kept actively busy according to the plan to "use me up" before my 30th birthday death sentence. I was subjected to a brutal (near death gang rape) "celebration benefit" at an identified Masonic Lodge in Warren, Ohio to "celebrate the free trade benefits" gained by involved East Coast politicos. Centers such as the nearby Youngstown "Charm School" went into mass production of slaves to mule drugs or be part of the mind-controlled sex slave "trance-sport operations". Mexico was not the only country reaping the economic benefits of criminal free trade. After Kelly's ordeal in California, Dante and Houston were criminally exploiting her for literally "all she was worth". Subsequently, she missed an extraordinary amount of schooling. When she was in school, she was experiencing difficulty with her peers. These factors prompted plans to send her to a local Catholic school the next year, where her unusual behavior would be overlooked and covered up, Soon thereafter, Senator Byrd came to Nashville to fiddle at the Grand Ole Opry and, as my handler. Houston, remarked, "fiddle around with me" at the Opryland Hotel. Byrd explained that close association with me had become volatile due to my roles in Iran-Contra and NAFTA, and therefore he would be distancing himself from me. He spent most of "our last night together" working on his memoirs for a voluminous book on the U.S. Constitution he was writing (now published at taxpayers' expense), which focuses on his long-winded Senate (filibuster) speeches. Byrd attempted to strengthen my programmed "loyalty bond" to him to keep me quiet "until death do us part". He told me, "If it was up to me, I would let you live". He talked at length about how our time together had been infringed upon by both de la Madrid and Reagan, Bitterness over their stronger controls on me was evident as he mocked their self appointed roles as the Wizard and Lizard of Oz. De la Madrid's fascination with U.S. mind-controlled slaves reportedly inspired him to combine Bush's lizard-like alien themes and his re- puted Mayan roots/lizard man theories with Reagan's Oz themes to claim the role of Lizard of Ahs. From Byrd's ramblings, it appeared that his mockery of their roles was due to their having decided how "his" slave would die, and had nothing to do with caring that I would be killed. Byrd maintained his "bonding" programming charade all night. He played his fiddle and sang "to : me" in place of his usual torturous whipping and brutality. Sex was, for the first and last time, painless. Byrd had not distanced himself too far from me, though, where government operations were concerned. When I was "over the rainbow" in D.C. during the summer of '87, it was business as usual with Byrd. I was escorted to Goddard Space Flight Center where Byrd was waiting for me in a sterile hallway near the brass-trimmed, mirrored elevators. He was loaded down with items, which he deposited on a small table as he greeted me. He picked up a NASA ID badge and clipped it on my nipple, the metal teeth biting me with their serrated edges. When I (softly) cried out, he said, "Oh OK. Ill wear it," removed it, and clipped it on his white lab coat. He handed me a NASA lab coat like his and a white hard bat. His hard hat suggestively and "humorously" said HARD in bold red letters. My hat said NASA, in a mirror reversal of the standard bold red lettering. When I read it in a mirror, it appeared as though I were on the wrong side of the mirror and needed to step through (according to Alice In Wonderland/NASA programming). It also clearly indicared to those-in-the- know that I was under mind control. Byrd looked at his pocket watch prompting a wave of terror in me, and said in Wonderland cryptic, "We're late. As the elevator drops down the rabbit hole, we'll reverse time in order to get there a few minutes early." Bvrd spun me around to face the elevator's mirrored doors saying, "Look deep into the mirror and be all that you can be by becoming infinitely lost in all that you see." Byrd timed his hypnotic induction so that wben he ordered. "Step through the mirror," the doors opened and we stepped through. As the elevator supposedly went "down 99 (taken from Aquino's corny reversal of 66) levels to the depths of hell," Byrd told me the Earth "spins faster and faster at the core, causing us to spiral downward in a tornado effect." I dropped deeper in my hypnotic trance. The elevator doors opened to what appeared to me as an exact replica of the floor we just left. However, this floor's hallway led to a computer room and sanitized-looking lab area. Several of the scientists working there were amused by our hats, prompting Byrd to ham up his comedic act, Byrd ignored the fact that these NASA workers, like many others, may have deliberately stroked his entertainer's ego because they relied on his appropriations for funding, Byrd made me robotically announce to the workers, "He's taking me to your leader." "I'm the Commander, here," the apparent director of the underground lab said. The workers again busied themselves as he stood, arms folded defensively across his chest, while his bespectacled intelligent eyes darted the room surveying the situation. The Commander had a few, grey strands salting his short, dark hair, yet his build was surprisingly youthful and trim for his age. He and Byrd apparently knew each other quite well. Byrd strode over to him, dragging me along. "Tom," Byrd called to his 50ish 6'1" friend. "This is your specimen of the day that I promised I would deliver. I will be most interested to see what you can deliver since diplomatic relations with Mexico depends on it. Not that I want to increase any pressure you may feel, but we need seven more just like her to stuff in the mouth of his royal Lizardry (de la Madrid) to keep him from spilling his guts on the project." "It's just as well, my friend," the Commander said, stroking his chin without uncrossing his arms. "That way he can't talk without implicating himself." "That's the way the Chief feels about it," Byrd agreed. "He's already in deep anyway, but this order (for slaves) hits him closer to home since they'll be serving him personally." We walked to a clinical, sanitized area that had a maze of small rooms where I was undressed and prepped for the lab. A nurse of sorts injected me with the NASA "Tranquility" drug and instructed me to put my lab coat back on. "Walk this way," she ordered as she led me down the hall, swinging her hips in an exaggerated manner. I immediately complied. The Tranquility drug had no recreational affects, but produced an attitude of peaceful compliance to all orders given. As we approached the theater-type lab, a small group of men who would be in attendance were talking with Byrd and the so-called Commander. They looked at us and laughed at my literal compliance to walk like the nurse. 1 was then led by the Commander to a "backstage" entrance which was actually a glass-encased lab surrounded by seats in ascending rows. Scientists in NASA lab coats looked down on the lab table where I lay as the Commander wired me up to a computerized machine. A camera was positioned high in one comer of the room, filming all that transpired. I was aware through conversations between Byrd and the Commander that de la Madrid had requested a video of the latest advancements in mind-control technique being used to create his seven slaves. In reality, the camera was filming scientific methodisms salted with "comic" misinformation as a humorous "no" to his request. Since I was considered "used up" and my death was imminent, the Commander told the scientists to "feel free to fuck the lab specimen", "But first," he said, "before you satisfy your mental and physical curiosities sampling the President's (Reagan's) wares, we must satisfy El President's (de la Madrid's) perverse intellect with a little space humor." He turned to one of the technical workers and said, "You're going to have to edit this tape for de la Madrid's benefit and take this part out while we prepare her for an 'off color' chameleon joke." A live lizard encased in a glass test tube of sorts was inserted in my vagina, The camera was focused on the area while my legs were spread in a birthing position. Acting as though I had conceived while having sex with de la Madrid, the Commander said, "Now for the finished product, which in layman's terms equates to the reproductive offspring of a Lizard breeding machine." He dramatically snapped on a rubber glove and probed me as though he were giving me a gynecological exam. In fact, he was opening the trap door of the Lizard's tube to turn him out. Very slowly, the sluggish lizard poked his head out of my vagina and crawled out onto the metal table, "This concludes all of the experimentation demonstration of the cloning of a Presidential model," the Commander said, I apparently had been selected as the prototype for the seven programmed slaves de La Madrid had requested. De la Madrid was interested in NASA programmed staves that would be vaginally mutilated like I was. He was sexually obsessed with the hideous carving. 1 have no way of knowing what, if any, technological advancements were actually provided to de la Madrid via the film. I only know that deliberate misinformation tainted the methodologies depicted, and that I had never experienced programming or testing before or at the time by any such methods. This video created for "his Royal Lizardry" was one of many cryptic lizard themes that NASA used in its Mexican operations. All of my programmed roles in Mexico involved the prolific, local, iguana lizards. De la Madrid had relayed the "legend of the Iguana" to me, explaining that lizard-like Aliens had descended upon the Mayans. The Mayan pyramids, their advanced astronomical technology, including the sacrifice of virgins, was supposedly inspired by the lizard aliens. He told me that when the aliens interbred with the Mayans to produce a form of life they could inhabit, they fluctuated between a- human and Iguana appearance through chameleon-like abilities. "A perfect vehicle for transforming into world leaders." De la Madrid claimed to have Mayan/alien ancestry in his blood, whereby he transformed "back into an Iguana at will." De la Madrid produced a hologram similar to the one Bush did. in his You Are What You Read initiation. His hologram of lizard-like tongue and eyes produced the illusion that he was transforming into an Iguana. While in Mexico, I was always ordered to wait by rocks where the abundant Iguanas sunned before being "trance-ported" to my scheduled meetings with "his Royal Lizardry," the Lizard of Ahs.

[writing-in-riverdale]

Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

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part three: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

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“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.

//

“(y/n)!”

i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!

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