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Thanks @bettyjonescooper for the tag!

Okay!

1) the cinematography: this show is so aesthetically pleasing! The camera angles, the sets, the lighting, the wardrobe! Everything is just so visually stunning.

2) the depth of the characters. Everyone is conflicted and I am always conflicted about who to trust and who to like. Even characters who are shady have their vulnerable moments which humanise them and moments that make them likeable. And even the likeable or seemingly innocent characters have moments that are shady af.

3) the strong independent female story lines. The fuck you to objectifying women and showing strong female friendships where girls support each other.

4) Alice fucking Cooper.

5) BUGHEAD! The most addicfive, beautiful, heart wrenching, pure, passionate, supportive relationship I've seen on TV

6) the acting. I don't need to tell you all but I mean These actors have such an amazing talent for tapping into raw emotion. I love the scenes particular of Jughead where he is so close to crying and you can see him ready to breakdown but he desperately holds himself together and stays on the edge of hysterical. That's just an example but they're all amazing. I mean Lili (nough said) but Cami and Kj as well have delivered some amazing performances as well as Casey and Mads.

7) FP Jones.

8) Jughead in a leather jacket.

9) the music!!! Both the songs performed and just the score in general is awesome!

10) the nonsensical seasons.

So I tag @ms-maj @heytherejones @believe-that-you-can-my-friend @jugandbettsdetectiveagency @rileybabe @reginaphlanageadams @birdlovesafish

Top ten favorite things about riverdale?

Nice question! In no particular order:

1. The maple syrup fortune and its spiritual descendant, the jingle jangle.

2. Cheryl! Just Cheryl. More Cheryl, please. why does the show sometimes keep her in reserve? is it because the show does not want to bare its soul to me?? is it because the show doesn’t know what to do with its best player??

3. That face Camila Mendes makes when Veronica is being Extra Cute and it’s like seven fluffy ducklings are holding my soul at gunpoint. also that face Camila Mendes makes when Veronica is ready to go full dark, no stars and it’s like seven fluffy ducklings have just massacred a wolf. In general, Camila. Camila is the most underused of the core four, relative to her talents. they need to step it up with Camila.

4. the VISUALS. holy fuck is this show beautiful. so beautiful. *____*

5. oddly enough, this season? Polly. Polly was always one of my favorite inconsistent plot devices, but this season she has used her one episode for maximum impact. Pointing out that Alice is monstrous! Making the farm a good idea! I love you, Polly, you wild-eyed personality-shifting mannequin.

6. literally everything about Jughead Jones interacting with other humans. His strange walk! His intense love for his dad and childhood friends! joining a gang to try and keep them from being a gang! what the fuck!! and he’s now rolling with an intensely hot teen Serpents crew but continues to be the saddest nerd in town??? how is the show managing this? Is this an accident??

7. that face KJ Apa makes when Archie is feeling guilty and it’s just like, the face superheroes must make when someone has presented them with the tally of total numbers of innocent civilians accidentally killed in the cataclysmic battle to save the earth where they did defeat the villain but also they destroyed Manhattan.

8. how FP, Hot Alcoholic Fuckup With A Gang of Teens Because That’s Not Weird, cannot make a single good decision to save his life except for the time he decided to lie to the cops about how he killed a teenager and was as dramatic as possible about it

9. how everyone in this town has a decided aesthetic. The librarian has an aesthetic. The diner owner has an aesthetic. The hospital staff have an aesthetic. The rival gang that only really shows up in a single episode has an aesthetic. What happens in Riverdale if you try to roll into town wearing, like, an old sports bra and a t-shirt and some leggings? Do you get stoned to death? Does the maple awaken and eat you?

10. literally the best fucking moment in my life, way back in season one episode ten, where Jughead told Betty she was perfect and she reeled back slightly and her face took on the dimensions of a snarl without ever quite cracking into one (which would ruin the aesthetic), and she said, “I hate that word.”

I still think about that moment, like, all the time.

Anyway, idk if this is a tag game? I think you were just asking a question. But now I would like to know what other people are enjoying now that season 2 has burst upon us, for better or for worse, so tagging @fuckablejughead, @yavannies, @relenaclub, @raptorlily, @soyforramen, @a-true-janian-reply, @village-skeptic, @jugandbettsdetectiveagency, @southsidetoni, @stillhidden IF they want to do this, not if they don’t. if they don’t want to do this then I never tagged them and this never happened.

#riverdale #favourite things about riverdale #tag game

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Adventures come in many forms

Hello lovelies!

I apologise for my long absence and lack of fics. I made a post with a bit of an explanation just before this.

Here is a little piece for my "three makes family" series, featuring bughead and their son Ollie. If you've read the other parts to this series you'll know that Ollie has autism. In this oneshot he's still a baby so it's not as clear. However, I did do some pretty extensive research to get an idea of early cues of autism spectrum disorder in children when they are babies. Thus, this fic outlines the early signs, mostly focusing on development issues. I want to make it clear I am no expert in this area and I hope I have done this character justice and have not disrespected anyone.

Thanks for reading, enjoy!

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12879714

Betty groaned as the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. She had just managed to get Ollie to settle down and was planning to quickly clean before her parents got home from work- lest she face the wrath of Alice Cooper- but it seemed to be one of those days where the universe was against her.

“Just a second!” she called out as the doorbell rang again.

With a sigh she quickly pulled her hair back into a pony tail and gathered the now crying eleven month old in her arms, bouncing him on her hip. Thankfully, Ollie had settled down a bit by the time she reached the front door and was less likely to blow out the ear drums of whoever was on the other side.

A few seconds later, she found Archie and Veronica waiting on the Cooper’s front porch, Pop’s takeout in hand.

“Arch, V… What are you guys doing here?” Betty asked slightly flustered as she continued to settle the fussy baby on her hip.

Veronica quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “Can we not spontaneously visit our best friend on a Friday afternoon just because we love her and wanted to see her adorable son?”

The young mother let out a small chuckle, though the laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes, and part of her was extremely relieved it had come out as a laugh and not a cry.

“Of course you can, it’s just been a…. crazy day and Ollie isn’t exactly his charming self. Are you buddy?” She directed the last part toward the baby who was letting out little sobs now.

“We can come back another time…” Archie began; hand rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture signalling sudden discomfort as he took in Betty’s words and her slightly dishevelled state.

“Absolutely not. Making people’s days is a Veronica Lodge speciality and no one can resist Pop’s milkshakes,” Veronica interrupted; her tone taking on the finality only an elite socialite could muster, before making her way through the front door, lightly rubbing Ollie’s arm as she passed.

The little boy flinched away from the contact, tears still streaming down his cheeks, though Veronica didn’t seem to notice. Mustering a small smile, Betty stepped aside and nodded her head at Archie to come in too. Taking a deep breath and dropping a kiss to Ollie’s head Betty followed them into the living room, hastily kicking toys under the coffee table as she went.

“Sorry about the mess,” she grimaced, settling onto the arm chair and bouncing Ollie on her lap.

Veronica didn’t even dignify the unnecessary apology with a verbal answer, merely shooting Betty a “shut up” look and waving her hand dismissively. Meanwhile Archie just laughed and made a comment about Betty knowing firsthand the chaos of his bedroom and the Andrew’s house after Mary moved out.

“Moving on, what’s got our little darling in such a fractious state?” the raven-haired girl inquired, directing a sympathetic look Ollie’s way.

Betty shrugged, smoothing the fine blond curls covering her son’s head; her touch was firm but not rough, she and Jughead had realised a little while ago light touches made Ollie uncomfortable and cranky, though she wasn’t quite sure why.

“Honestly, I wish I knew. He hasn’t been sleeping well at all this week and he’s fussier than ever, I can barely put him down!”

Both her best friends scrunched their faces up at her words in a mixture of empathy and distaste. Even though almost a year had passed it was still strange to be discussing the woes of parenthood with them, while their lives revolved around parties and college plans.

“That sucks B,” Veronica offered, though even her high society breeding didn’t give her much of an advantage with this topic.

“Yeah, that’s rough Betty,” Archie added, passing her a milkshake. The blonde smiled in thanks as she grabbed the drink and shifted Ollie to rest against her chest.

“I was reading some articles on the internet though about ‘wonder weeks’ where babies get really clingy and moody and he’s around the right age for one so that could explain it.”

“I’m sure that’s it,” Veronica appeased, smoothing her skirt over her thighs in a gesture that Betty noticed often occurred before her friend seamlessly switched conversational topic. She chose not to comment on the fact that Veronica couldn’t actually be sure- seeing as she really had no clue when it came to this particular area of knowledge- reminding herself that the other girl was only trying to help and she was just in a mood due to her fussy child.

“So anyway how are you guys?” Betty asked politely.

Half an hour later Veronica was telling a story about Cheryl’s latest party and the scandal that ensued after Kevin found the hostess and Toni Topaz in a compromising position in the bathroom , while Archie was sitting on the floor attempting to entertain Ollie.

“Where did Ollie go? Boo!” Archie was cooing at the baby, doing his best to engage him in a game of peek-a-boo.

Meanwhile, Ollie couldn’t have cared less about his red-headed uncle’s antics, and kept his attention focussed on the toy train sat upside between his legs on the floor, spinning the wheels.

Not one to take a hint, Archie moved again to cover his own eyes before removing his hands and trying to catch Ollie’s only for a disappointed frown to grace his features when the little boy was undeterred from the toy in front of him.

“I’d give up on that if I were you Arch,” Betty said gently.

Looking up at her from his place on the floor Archie grinned sheepishly.

“He still doesn’t play peek-a-boo?”

Betty shook her head affirming the answer, smiling slightly as Ollie gurgled happily while he continued to be enraptured by spinning the wheels on the train, glad he seemed to be cheering up some.

“What baby doesn’t like peek-a-boo?” Archie asked baffled, not really expecting an answer.

Betty just shrugged, her brows creasing slightly. She had been wondering the same thing for some time, remembering how much Polly’s kids always enjoyed the game when they were born. It was definitely a point of concern for her and Jughead though her mother assured her not to worry.

“Please, our Oliver is much too clever for such juvenile games. Aren’t you my gorgeous boy?” Veronica cooed, leaning forward to gently pat Ollie’s head. The little boy again squirmed away slightly but was not distracted from his current task.

Betty sighed twisting the golden strands of her pony tail in her hand. “I really wish that was the case, but he hasn’t even said his first word yet or stood up so I think “much too clever” might be a stretch.”

She tried to laugh at the end of her words, passing it off as mere jest but she could tell from the slightly awkward pause that her friends knew she wasn’t really joking and her concern was more evident than she would’ve liked.

Veronica reached across to place a comforting hand on Betty’s knee while Archie just grabbed another one of Ollie’s toy trains and kept playing with him as best as he could.

A moment later the sound of a key turning in the lock filtered into the living room. Betty checked her watch, noting the time- 4:30pm on a Friday- could only mean one person was about to walk through the door.

Jughead’s figure came into view, the door clicking shut behind him as his keys were dropped on the entry table before he looked up to find not only his girlfriend and son as he was expecting, but Veronica and Archie too.

“Hey,” he said with a lilt of question, walking further into the space to greet them.

“Hi Juggie,” Betty answered sweetly, tilting her head up as he leaned down over the back of the couch to peck her lips.

“You okay?” He whispered gently in her ear, to which she offered a small nod; they could talk later.

She closed her eyes briefly savouring the calming feeling he unleashed within her. The immediate feeling of comfort and safety that washed over her in his presence never failed to amaze her and it had only grown stronger over the last year.

Jughead moved around the couch, barely acknowledging their friends before bending down to his son. Firmly placing his hands on Ollie’s upper arms, Jughead scooped the little boy up and into his arms. Ollie gurgled happily upon realising his father’s presence and clung to him immediately, toy train trapped in his hand against Jughead’ chest.

“Hey bud, have you been giving your mummy a hard time again today?” His voice was soft and adoring despite the words.

Betty laughed softly, her heart contracting at the sight of the two most important people in her life [her family] together.

“Lucky she loves you hey? Actually I think both of us are…” Jughead continued on his one sided conversation, while Ollie just rolled the train up and down his chest and looked up at him with a cheeky smile every now and then.

“Shut up!” Betty chuckled shaking her head at her boyfriend, though she couldn’t hide the adoration in her eyes.

“How was work Jug?” Archie spoke, leaning back against the couch near Veronica’s crossed legs.

Jughead shrugged, moving to sit on the floor beside him and placing Ollie between his legs.

“Nothing to complain about, especially since your dad always lets me knock off early on Fridays.”

Archie nodded in acknowledgement while Betty made note of her son’s contentment in his father’s arms. She decided any cleaning she had hoped to do could wait- her parents worked late on Fridays anyway- and ceased the opportunity to pay her friends her full attention, something she couldn’t often do.

“So V any big plans for the rest of the summer?”

Veronica shrugged sweeping her hair over her shoulder, “Just preparing for my move back to New York.”

“Is there much left to plan?”

“Just small things. I’m enrolled and my Daddy found me an apartment so now it’s just shopping and packing.”

Betty bit her lip to stifle a laugh as she noticed Jughead roll his eyes at Veronica’s words. Despite their years of friendship, Veronica’s privilege and sometimes ignorance to it still managed to astound him.

“What about you Arch all set for the big move?” Jughead queried only half paying attention to the conversation.

Archie was heading to New York for college as well, though he would be attending Fordham College and was moving to the Rose Hill Campus in the Bronx, while Veronica would be attending NYU and living in the East Village.

“Yeah bro got all the stuff for my dorm so I just gotta pack my stuff. I’ll find out my dorm mate next week too.”

Jughead nodded in acknowledgement.

“I can’t believe you guys are going to be in New York in a few weeks,” Betty mused.

Her voice held an incredulous air mixed with excitement but Jughead couldn’t help but see the hint of sadness and longing in her eyes. Making a mental note to talk to her about it later, Jughead decided to forge ahead with the conversation.

“Just promise me you won’t become one of those hipsters who drink themed Frappuccino’s and pumpkin spice lattes or we can’t be friends anymore,” he stated dryly.

“Hey I love pumpkin spice lattes!” Veronica exclaimed.

“Exactly,” Jughead retorted with a wry smirk to let her know he was kidding. Veronica let out a huff that turned into a laugh that chimed in with the others.

Betty rolled her eyes though the grin on her face told Jughead that his mission to cheer her up had been successful.

Just then Ollie started to fuss on the floor, crawling toward the coffee table where the left over takeout sat and reaching toward it.

“I can relate bud,” Jughead said sympathetically, meeting Ollie’s eye before picking him up.

“I think it’s someone’s dinner time,” Betty added, reaching over to her boyfriend to take her son to the kitchen.

After settling him in his high chair and giving him a sippy cup of milk Betty turned toward the fridge to get out the soft cooked vegetables she had made earlier and warm them in the microwave. Just as she set the timer on the appliance Jughead strolled into the kitchen.

“Hungry?” the blonde asked with a teasing grin.

“Always,” he replied sidling up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “But first I wanted to see if you were okay,” he continued softly, ducking his head to meet her striking green eyes.

Betty leaned back slightly from the embrace, raising her eyebrows at him. In response he tightens his grip on her waist and gives her a ‘I’m not buying it look’.

Sighing she looks down at her feet before meeting his eyes again with a sheepish look.

“It’ just- and I know it sounds terrible- but hearing Archie and Veronica talk about college and moving away, I can’t help but feel a little sad. I guess it’s just another reminder of how different our lives are now and all the experiences we won’t get to have.” Her voice was small and he could feel the guilt radiating off of her as she spoke her mind.

It made Jughead’s heart ache for her. Mostly because he knew she was internally berating herself for her thoughts, but also because of his naïve wish to give her every experience she could ever want but knowing it wasn’t possible.

Jughead had gotten his GED before Ollie was born to start working full time while Betty had finished high school online. They were talking about doing online college courses but so far nothing had eventuated to an actual plan.

“No Betty. It’s not terrible. I’m feeling a little sad too. Our best friends are moving away and starting college while we’re living out a completely different adventure than we thought we would at this age, with a completely different set of priorities and responsibilities.” Jughead soothed, moving his hands to comfortingly rub her arms.

“I know you’re right,” his girlfriend acknowledged playing with the front of his shirt, “I just feel like having those thought makes me a bad mum.” She peered up at him apprehensively as if afraid he might agree with her.

“Betty don’t do that. You’re an amazing mother.” His large hands were cradling her face now making her look into his sincere blue gaze.

“Really?”

“Really.”

With that Betty leaned forward to capture Jughead’s mouth is a sweet but passionate kiss. Their lips moved against each other in a well-practiced rhythm, a sensual and gratifying push and pull that made their skin tingle and hearts warm.

The sound of the microwave timer and their sons agitated “talking” broke them apart.

“Stop groping me in front of our kid,” Jughead joked, shooting her a teasing smirk. Betty smacked him on the chest but laughed before turning around to grab the baby food from the microwave. Testing one of the vegetables to make sure they were cool she walked over to the high chair and placed the bowl in front of Ollie who began picking them up with his little hands.

Sitting down next to him Betty grinned at Jughead where he was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You know what? I think our adventure’s much better than theirs anyway.”

Jughead let out a small chuckle, his eyes softening as he looked at his family.

“Yeah, it is.”

Moving over to the table to sit beside her Jughead took his beanie off and ran his hands through his hair.

“And I think it might be about to get even better.”

Betty’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” the perplexed blonde asked, taking her eyes off him for a moment to watch Ollie shove a piece of cooked carrot in his mouth. He was getting good at eating with his hands though a spoon was still a significant challenge.

Jughead shot her a nervous smile while placing a finger up, signalling he needed a moment. One he used to pull out a folder piece of glossy paper from his jacket pocket and place it down on the table in front of her.

“This.”

Betty looked at him for a moment before turning her gaze down to the flyers on the table. Her eyes widening as she took them in. With a gaping mouth she alternated between looking at a slightly nervous Jughead and the flyers for several moments before settling on her boyfriend.

He seemed to realise she was at a loss for words, as with each try only a choking sort of noise escaped her mouth.

“I’ve been thinking. Ollie’s almost one and I’ve been working full time for a year and half. We have money saved up and with the little contribution your parents gave us, we can afford a house. I know it’s not much but its quaint and enough for just the three of us. I think it’s time we started living our life for real… the three of us as a family.” Jughead finished with a deep breath watching her face carefully for her reaction.

Tears welled up in Betty’s eyes making the green even more vibrant as she looked at him in amazement. Her heart was so full she thought it might burst and she found herself falling in love with this incredible man all over again.

“Juggie… it’s perfect,” she breathed reaching over and clutching his hand while his other wiped the tears from under her eyes. “It’s perfect for our family.”

Her smile was radiant causing him to forget how to breathe for a second. Jughead knew how much she loathed that word and its connotations. But he also knew the significance of her using it; only falling from her lips when she truly felt the sentiment. Reserved for things whose flaws made them perfectly imperfect. Coming only into her vocabulary after he had shown her that she was perfectly imperfect for him and that Ollie was perfect for them. And now she was telling him that this house, this quaint little house that was much less than any Stepford expectation her mother indoctrinated into her was perfect for their family. It made his chest ache in the best way.

“We can go look at it tomorrow afternoon,” he managed to get out, running his thumb along the back of her hand. Betty nodded enthusiastically, and he couldn’t keep himself from kissing her long and hard right there over the brochure that held the picture of their future.

“Didn’t you just tell me off for doing that in front of the kid? Hypocrite.” Betty whispered before drawing away from the intoxicating taste of Jughead’s lips. She then turned to Ollie who was preoccupied by his dinner during their exchange.

“Your daddy is very good to us,” she stated reaching deliberately for the baby’s hand before pressing a kiss to it.

Ollie emitted a little squeal reaching to put his hand on his mother’s cheek.

“What’s going on in here?” Veronica questioned waltzing into the kitchen to find the young family framed in a loving and intimate moment.

Archie was standing behind her leaning against the door frame with his brows raised in question.

“You’ve never had this much trouble finding a snack before Jug.”

Betty shot Jughead- who rolled his eyes at his best friend’s comment- a soft smile before turning to the duo. She was too happy to care about ditching them and being a terrible hostess.

“Well it seems you guys aren’t the only one’s moving.”

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #family #cute #domestic bughead #teen parents #featuring archie andrews and veronica lodge #mentions of autism #fanfiction #betty cooper fanfiction #jughead jones fanfiction #bughead fam #bughead are endgame

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i really missed you! i am so so so so happy that you're back, im sorry that you went through that. i went through it too but you're not alone <3 im sending you all the love and kind thoughts 💌

You're amazing! Thankyou for being so sweet! Your support means so much to me and please know you will always have mine. I'm so glad you were able to overcome it as well! Sending so much love you way and feeling all the love you sent mine. Thanks 💕💕💕

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This gives me life.

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I’m back!

So I have been pretty MIA for a while. And I wanted to apologise to you all. I know you are all beautiful souls who wouldn’t hold a grudge against me for being inactive but I feel guilty nonetheless. I love this fandom and all of you! I love interacting with you all and being able to share your amazing creativity [fics, edits, aesthetics, artwork etc] and discussing our thoughts. You guys are so kind and sweet and I am so ready to dive head first back into this amazing world with you all.

I’ve been going through some personal stuff. And the past few months have been dark Very dark. I hit one of the lowest points if not the lowest point I have ever experienced in my depression and it has been terrifying. Not only that but my life became entirely ruled by this darkness inside of me, to the point where it had eaten away at me so much it honestly felt like I had nothing left In the spirit of candidness I feel no shame in sharing my life was in danger . But I’m getting better. I’ve had some good days, and some good weeks now. And honestly I am starting to recognise how much is out there and what I have to live for. One of the things I am able to become passionate about again is my writing and I am falling in love with creating stories all over again.

I have been working on some fanfics. I know you I am long overdue and I cannot apologise enough for leaving you guys in such a drought. And I am starting to work on my own stories again that I would love to be able to share with you soon if you’re interested.

Writing is an incredible outlet that has been so therapeutic for me. I’m ready to re-immerse myself in world’s that are not bound by limits and to share this with you.

Thank you for sticking with me and always making me feel loved and welcome. And thank you for taking a moment to read this.

#riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction #Bughead #riverdale #betty x jughead #fanfiction #mental health

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Jandy for fandom president ❤️🙌🏻

Fandom PSA

Okay Buggies. Let’s talk about FanArt.

Particularly Bughead FanArt - but more generally ALL fanart.

If you’re like me (and I’m pretty sure you are) - there is nothing like seeing a beautiful image of your favourite character or pairing that someone with amazing talent has spent time on perfecting and then sharing with the fandom.

Fanartists (like fic writers) are a freaking gift to every fandom. In our particular fandom - we have a LOT of people willing to share their talents with us. What a total blessing. Love them. They love us too - most of the time.

But I have a question for you though - (and please excuse me as I refer to fic rather than art for a moment) : IF you read a familiar fanfiction that was copied and pasted into another profile and reposted to share it with the rest of the fandom because that user just totally loved it and wanted other people to see it too - would you do something about it? Would you speak up?

I’ve been in this situation. I KNOW that I’d /report/ it at the archive saying that someone was plagiarizing a fic that didn’t belong to them. I’d probably write a post about it here - informing my followers that “hey - my friend’s fic was copied and someone is trying to pass it off as their own. Help a friend out and report it as well!”

Would my reaction change if someone found my friend’s fic but didn’t know who it belonged to so they just posted it with a note that said “not mine. let me know if it’s yours” ? No! It damn well wouldn’t. I’d still be pissed that someone isn’t giving my friend the fic writer the credit for the awesome fic they shared. Even if they didn’t MEAN to steal it - that’s what they’ve done.

Let’s move this analogy back to FanArt.

Even if you just found super cute art on Instagram and you just want to share it with your Tumblr peeps. Here’ s a hint about fanart. It’s freakishing EASY to find out where it came from to give proper credit. To link back to the original gallery or location where it was updated. It’s SUPER easy to be a decent person.

So let me give you a brief tutorial on how you can properly credit fanart when you share it! (and full disclosure - I got permission from the fanartist in my example to use her as this tutorial because I’m not a complete hypocrite).

I’m gonna slip it under a Keep Reading Cut because it’s image intensive.

(thank you @starlitsummersky for letting me use your art in my tutorial - and thank you to dear @raptorlily for lighting a fire under my butt about this very important issue.)

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Up Close and Personal Part 4

hello lovelies!!! I know it’s been a while! But I am officially done with uni for the year [yay exams are over] and have lots of time on my hands to write! Thanks to everyone who left an encouraging, lovely and much appreciated comment on the last part and basically just to everyone who read it!!! I love you all beyond words! This is pretty much just fluff and smut, however there may be another part exploring how the gang reacts to Bughead being together if inspo strikes!

PS if anyone is interested I have created an instagram account for my poetry and random musings haha so if you want to chuck it a follow; the handle is @musings_of_a_young_mind

warning: SMUT AHEAD LOTS OF SMUT

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12226914/chapters/28401388

Betty awoke to soft light streaming through the crack in the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow inviting feelings of contentment. The mattress beneath her was lumpy and the sheets were slightly scratchy against her skin, but she had never felt more comfortable. Jughead’s lean body lay next to her, face buried in his own pillow, while his black hair fell carelessly, yet flawlessly around his face. Betty rolled onto her side, a smile on her face as she watched him. Her heart was full as she recalled the words he spoke to her last night; a night that had gone from one of the most terrifying to one of the most electrifying of her life so quickly. She remembered the fear of finding him so battered, the anger as they fought and the…love as they declared their devotion and belonging to each other. Her soul felt at peace with him, here in his old bed, in his old trailer, in this moment. It felt right.

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Up Close and Personal Part 4

PS if anyone is interested I have created an instagram account for my poetry and random musings haha so if you want to chuck it a follow; the handle is @musings_of_a_young_mind

warning: SMUT AHEAD LOTS OF SMUT

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12226914/chapters/28401388

Reaching out a hand Betty delicately pushed the black locks away from Jughead’s forehead and gently traced her fingers over the blue and purple hues of his black eye. It looked worse in the light of day and her brow creased as a frown formed on her face. Her stomach dropped as she thought of Jughead being jumped, hit, by some Riverdale dick heads, though some relief did seep through her veins knowing he had been able to protect himself. Unfortunately another voice in her head wouldn’t let the matter rest, circling back to worry as she thought about why he needed to be so prepared to protect himself, that it wasn’t the first time he had needed to do so and he definitely wasn’t a stranger to a fight; his leather being as much of an indication as the occasional bruise or scrape she had seen on him in the past.

“Betty I can hear you thinking.”

The blonde startled as his rough morning voice interrupted her spiralling thoughts and pierced the silence.

“How long have you been awake?” Betty asked, a faint blush forming on her cheeks at being caught admiring him so intimately.

A smirk crept upon Jughead’s lips as his eyes opened and he propped himself up on his forearms.

“Long enough to conclude you have an unhealthy obsession with me.”

Betty rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her own lips at his teasing.

“Don’t flatter yourself Jones.”

“I don’t need to when I have you around to stroke my ego,” he replied teasingly rolling onto his own side and pulling her toward him with an arm secured around her waist.

Her breath hitched as his blue eyes bore into her own green. The colour was stunning and the proximity was dizzying and all Betty could do was bask in his embrace and this newfound bliss between them- a real bliss. Shuffling further into his embrace she entwined her legs with Jughead’s and moved the hand on his face to cup his cheek while the other splayed across his chest.

“Big talk coming from a guy who needed me to nurse him back to health last night…” she quipped back, keeping her tone light and her gaze flirty.

Jughead let out a chuckle, the sound low and arousing causing her thighs to clench and a shiver to run down her spine. The arm slung over her waist started tracing lazy circles on her hip under his shirt that draped her body.

“Fortunately that’s a fantasy I don’t mind reliving Cooper. Maybe you could give me a sponge bath next?”

Betty couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat in response, shaking her head as she gently pushed his shoulder so he was lying on his back before moving to straddle his hips.

“In your dreams,” her blonde curls fell around them in a messy curtain as she leaned toward his lips.

“Always,” Jughead whispered as he closed the distance between them and caught her in a tender kiss. Pulling away and leaning her forehead against his Betty brushed the inky hair from his eyes and let out a contended sigh.

“What?” Jughead asked, pressing feather light kisses against her cheek and then travelling along her jaw line.

“I’m happy,” she breathed, dragging him into another kiss this one quickly morphing from a sweet caress of lips to a heated push and pull.

The force was bruising as her hands tugged on his hair, while his tongue traced her bottom lip before commanding its way into her mouth. Betty moaned at the sensations he was igniting within her, tongues tangled sensuously while his hands intimately slid up her waist to her ribcage.

Breaking away from her mouth and leaving her panting, Jughead moved his lips down her neck, biting and sucking to coax purple blemishes across the pale skin. Tilting her head to give him better access, Betty slowly began to rock her hips against his trying to find some friction and ease the tension building between her thighs.

Jughead smirked against her neck at the reaction and slid his hands further up to cup her breasts under her [his] shirt. Betty moaned as he squeezed them roughly before rubbing his thumbs across the pebbled peaks.

“Juggie,” she breathed, trying to gather her whits.

The boy in question hummed against her collar bone in reply before nipping at the flesh, not to be distracted from his ministrations. Betty gasped, and pressed her hips closer to bulge she could feel hardening beneath her, but used her grip in his hair to pull his head away nonetheless.

“Jug, we should stop…” she eventually articulated, though reluctantly.

Jughead looked up at her and raised a brow questioningly.

“Is that what you want?” he asked disbelievingly, punctuating his point with a slight thrust of his pelvis into hers.

Betty whimpered at the action.

“No, but you’re still hurt.” Her fingers trailed over his taught abdomen as she spoke the words softly, gently tracing the darkened blemish covering the majority of his side.

Jughead’s gaze softened at her concern. Covering her hand with his larger one he stilled her movements, before replacing it over his heart. His other hand moved to tuck her wild blonde tresses behind her ear.

“Betts I appreciate the concern, I do,” he began gently pressing his lips softly to her cheek.

“But?” she asked sensing her wasn’t done yet.

“But, I’d really like to make love to you now.” Her breath hitched at his words, tingles tripping down her spine and electricity sparked between them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jughead smiled before dipping his head to ravish the slope of her neck again.

“If we stay like this, I think I’ll manage,” he whispered hotly in her ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth.

Letting her eyes fall shut, Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began rocking her hips again showing him her willingness to comply.

Moaning appreciatively Jughead lowered his kisses across her collarbone, nipping the skin before soothing the irritated flesh with his tongue. Suddenly feeling much too hot in the singular piece of clothing that adorned her body, Betty gave his broad shoulders a gentle shove.

Jughead retreated from her skin, question dying on his tongue and gaze turning dangerously dark as she quickly pulled the shirt over her head settling herself firmly on his lap once more and seeking friction with renewed vigour.

Her lack of bra had his erection positively aching between her thighs, but the smirk that had formed on her lips was quickly transformed into a needy whine as Jughead’s mouth moved over the sensitive flesh of her breast, rolling his tongue over the peak.

Not one to be passive, one of Betty’s hands wound tightly in his hair holding him to her while the other roamed the strong expanse of his back, nails gently raking over the skin prompting appreciative groans from the boy beneath her.

Pulling back from her chest Jughead caught her swollen lips in a heated kiss once more. The clash of teeth and tongues usually translated to filthy promises but now somehow felt more sensual than ever; the raw passion transcending to an entirely new level of lust and want in the wake of heartfelt confessions.

His strong hands began to creep up her smooth thighs, avoiding where she needed him most.

“Jug,” Betty sighed, breathlessly. It was needy but she didn’t care. She needed him, she had accepted that, she needed him in every way and now she had no room left to be embarrassed.

“Do you want me to touch you baby?” He asked in her ear, the tone low and gravelly making her shiver with anticipation as her thighs clenched with arousal.

Betty nodded her head vigorously, shifting her hips to try and find his fingers.

“Ask nicely,” he teased, nipping the shell of her ear while his fingers danced across the lace trimming of her panties.

“Please!” the usually composed blonde panted out, a relieved moan leaving her ravished lips when his long fingers finally slipped underneath the lace to taunt her wet centre.

Jughead groaned at the feeling of her arousal, so hot and wet and ready for him. The sounds she made as his fingers curled up inside her while his thumb played with her throbbing clit were practically driving him insane. All desperate whimpers and needy whines and he knew he would die happy as long as he got to make Betty Cooper make those noises for the rest of his life.

Her slender hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her head lulled with pleasure. She felt hot all over, as though her body was on fire and she was near combustion. His fingers never relented, keeping a devastating tempo that had her on the edge embarrassingly quickly. But just as Betty felt the blinding light of her peak begin to wash over her his hand retracted leaving her empty and aching.

Her eyes shot open and for a moment Jughead was paralysed by the stunning emerald of her eyes drowning in dark pools of lust and hunger. Betty opened her mouth to question why he stopped and beg him to continue- pride be damned- but sensing her coming line of protest Jughead shook his head and drew her up on her knees, hands skimming up to tug on her underwear. Realising his intention, Betty hurried to remove the blue lace, while Jughead hastily pulled down his boxers leaving no barriers between them.

As soon as the unwanted items were discarded to the floor, Betty gripped his impressive erection guiding it to her dripping entrance. Jughead hissed at the feeling and gripped her hips tightly, pulling her down on him.

They both moaned at the sensation of being connected. Betty began a delicious rhythm of lifting and dropping her hips over his, while Jughead’s grasp on her waist helped her go harder each time drawing low moans, and breathy sighs from each of their mouths. The feeling of him pulsing inside of her, filling her so perfectly was so overwhelming, and she could tell by the way he was sure to leave bruises on her skin, he was feeling the same.

Pushing her chest flush against his, Betty caught Jughead’s lips in a searing kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and toying with the hairs there. Feeling himself slowing losing control, Jughead angled her hips just so, to give himself leverage to reach that spot inside her that made her gasp in his mouth, her eyes clasp shut and her legs clutch his hips in a vice grip.

Betty began to pant into his mouth, their lips grazing against each other as he moved harder inside her, grazing that spot every time.

“Come on baby,” he breathed into her mouth as one hand reached between them to rub her clit in tight circles eliciting a sinful moan from her throat as stars exploded behind her eyelids and pleasure crashed over her in the mighty waves of her orgasm. Jughead groaned as her walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing him over the edge and bringing his own finish rushing through him; a call of her name falling from his lips.

They continued to rock each other gently, riding out the waves of ecstasy until they couldn’t take any more. Wincing slightly as she lifted off of him, Betty collapsed beside him on the bed, in the same spot she had woken up in that morning.

Jughead’s arm was quick to pull her against his side, and she didn’t hesitate to rest her head against his chest, letting the steady thrum of his heart beat fill her ears and calm her soul.

They stayed like that for a while, her fingers lightly tracing the ridges of his stomach while his carded through her tangled blonde tresses, each content to revel in the other’s company for the time being.

Eventually Betty broke the comfortable silence, unable to quell the nagging voice in her head that obsessed over his wellbeing every time her fingers brushed against the dark, marred flesh of his side. He didn’t complain but she still noticed the subtle hitch in his breathing even after his heart rate slowed and the slight flinch or tightening of muscles when she pushed a little too hard against his skin.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Jughead almost wanted to laugh at the question. The ridiculous notion of her harming him when she felt so small tucked into his side like she was, causing him to bite his lip. But the tone of her voice was so delicate and small- vulnerable- and her eyes were so wide and caring when he glanced down at her, that he quickly sobered up.

Brining a hand to cup her cheek, Jughead looked her dead in the eye and spoke truthfully.

“I’ve never been more okay in my whole life Betty Cooper.”

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