#all the whys surrounding jughead's homelessness

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it’s chapter eleven: to riverdale and back (riverdale 1x11) and jughead’s lost another family. and this time. this time it’s too much.

we’re only given breadcrumbs. puzzle pieces about jughead’s life pre-series. but it’s enough to draw a map. to assemble a narrative. 

forsythe pendleton "jughead" jones III. a normal kid with a normal life. that is, until something happens. tho it’s unclear, exactly, what that was. FP hints at a medical emergency when he’s talking to archie in chapter seven: in a lonely place (riverdale 1x07). fred, he just had you and your mom to provide for, I had jughead and jellybean and their mom and hospital bills. so FP starting taking odd jobs for the southside serpents. which led to stealing from his and fred’s company. to selling materials on the side. to getting caught.

and after one too many second chances fred fired him.

that’s when FP falls off the wagon. implying his sobriety wasn’t a new issue. that he’d likely been struggling with it for years. and this was just the final straw. that unravels their whole world. he keeps promising that he's gonna get his act together, but my mom couldn't take that rollercoaster anymore, so she grabbed jellybean and went to live with our grandparents. 

and jughead stays behind. and I think it’s because, even tho FP might not understand jughead, he appreciates him. glows with praise. because jughead’s not “normal.” in case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in, and I don't want to fit in. 

but to FP? that’s the best thing jughead could be. his lack of interest in football or sports is meant as a compliment. I'd rather see you spending your time writing, thinking up stories. you still do that? nose in a book? typing away?

but also. if I were to speculate. jughead’s the one who got sick. the origin of all those hospital bills. he’s weird because maybe he missed a lot of his childhood. only had books and his family. 

a family that’s now gone. a family’s that woes maybe started with him. and so he shoulders all that guilt. all that responsibility. by staying in riverdale. by staying steadfast and loyal to his dad. 

if that’s the case we can assume he lived with his dad in the trailor for a while. but at some point, even he couldn’t take it. and what probably started as crashing at the drive-in became living at the drive-in. until FP’s hired to put it out of business. I'm sorry, but the twilight drive-in? it's a blight that's become a cesspool, and a hangout for criminals...and transients. turn it into a den of drug dealers and petty thieves. decrease it’s value. just so hiram lodge can buy it up.

even tho FP knows that’s where jughead has been living. 

and yet? and yet, jughead still trusts his father. still loves him unconditionally. sticks up for him and believes in him. even as it breaks his heart.

which is how jughead ends up in a forgotten closet under a well-trod staircase at the high school. showering in the locker rooms. with his books for english class, his two outfits, and some cans of food. and the mice. and the spiders.

because jughead might say his novel is the story of jason blossom’s murder. but he’s lying. and mostly to himself. it’s not actually about jason. it’s not about riverdale either. it’s about a boy, on the outside, looking in. trying to figure out where he fits. if he has a home. or a family. 

and then. all of a sudden. he does. 

archie repairs their friendship. he gets a girlfriend. a new friend. fred invites him to stay. his dad promises to clean up his act. his dad does clean up his act.

which is why jughead’s so blantantly excited about his dad meeting betty’s family. the social experiment of it all. the coopers in their big house and their perfect lives. it’s everything jughead thinks he wants. should want. was he doing everything he was supposed to do, everything he wanted. I mean, did he even know what that was?

because remember. the jones’ might come from the southside, but they used to have a home, too. maybe not as nice as the coopers’ or the andrews’--but it was more than the trailor park. in chapter two: a touch of evil (riverdale 1x02) fred drops another breadcrumb to jughead’s past in his admonishment of archie. son, I've been hearing you sneak out since you were eight years old going to jughead's tree house. a treehouse implies a backyard. a house. 

jughead wants that all back. it’s the story no one was gonna tell. or even know how to tell. his own adventure down the mississippi river. his own metamorphosis. that he manifested over milkshakes in a booth at pop’s.

and the thing is. it’s even better than he imagined. good enough than when FP suggests they move to toledo. get the whole family back together. jughead chooses riverdale. and his new little family. 

that is. until the lies. 

because what makes a place feel like home? is it warmth and familiarity? some idealized, make-believe version of the american dream? is it love and acceptance? or is it simple safety? jughead says no. it’s none of those things. 

because jughead’s told us his greatest fear. of being rejected for being himself. of being forgotten. it’s a novel to last the ages. it’s a newspaper editorial. it’s jughead wuz here (with a crown) grafittied on the wall of the drive-in.

and when his friends go behind his back. when they cut him out--even if it’s to protect him--all of his worst fears come true. 

he’s on the outside looking in. again. 

without a family. again.

only this time it’s worse. because FP’s been arrested for the murder of jason blossom. jughead’s more alone than he’s ever been.

#riverdale #jughead jones iii #the timeline of it all was bugging me #all the whys surrounding jughead's homelessness #like HOW LONG was this kid living in that drive-in? #the implication is YEARS #anyhow I started gathering up all my little evidence and the hospital bills line just #GLARING NEON LIGHTS #the only reason I can think that jughead stays in riverdale is that he feels like it's all his fault #he gets sick - dad takes odd jobs - dad gets arrested - dad gets fired - dad falls off wagon - they lose the house - mom takes jb and leave #it also explains jughead's unconditional loyalty #even when FP constantly lets him down #ugh I am in my feels about this #writing in the ready room

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Avoid

Summary: Jughead/Reader Request: Something about you being an outcast that neither the northside nor southside really accepts. You get stuck in a storm or surrounded by ghoulies or something difficult and jughead saves you and realizes you’re not what he expected you to be.

Avoid, Avoid, Avoid. You’re sure that’s what thrums through everyone’s head. You’d spent most of your childhood bouncing between your parents, your mother on the southside and your father on the northside; with the growing fights and custody jumping back from on to the other every year you’d been tossed back and forth between southside school and Northside until they’d decided to let you take online classes.

The classes being the reason you spend the most time at Pop’s the second is you keep hoping to catch Jughead Jones eye. He doesn’t seem to notice anything besides his own writing and you know you’re not brave enough to start a conversation with him.

It’s pouring rain and you’re not sure if it’s worth staying the night in Pop’s. You text your mother about the storm and all she responds with is an “I know”; before you can message your dad he sends a “no” you reason they’re in another fight over something stupid and you resign yourself to staying at Pop’s. “You okay?” You look up shocked to see Jughead holding his laptop and nodding to the seat across from you. You nod back. “Yeah just getting ready to sleep here I guess.” “Huh, I didn’t think the rumour of you being homeless was true.”

“It’s not. What others do you believe then.” You sigh wondering how what you had hoped was going to be a conversation was shaping up to be a Blue and Gold interview about Riverdale’s most mysterious teenager. “None of them; I prefer to form my own opinions, but you’re not giving me much to work with.” He grins and you smile back. “Well what do you want to know?” You lean forward and he smirks. “Well your name; and if this is going to be a proper interview I’ll need your contact information of course.” Y/N, and if that was your attempt at getting my phone number it was almost the worst I’ve heard.” “What’s the worst then?” He laughs and you clear your throat pitching your voice up.

“Hello I’m doing a report on the statistics of clothing and fashion, would you care to answer the question I’m proposing; it’s what’s the percentage that your clothes will be on my floor tonight; sources say it’s 100 percent. See worse than yours.” You wink and he laughs, leaning forward in the seat. “But seriously do you want a lift home; it’s no problem; I have a bike so you’ll still get wet but hopefully not as much as walking.” “No thanks; I’m sure it’s world war three at whichever house I pick.” “Not at mine.” He grins and you shake your head. “I can’t ask that of you, and I’m sure it would add fuel to the fire.” “Fire?”

“My parents keep trying to convince everyone that the other is a bad influence for me. It’s why I take online classes much easier than bouncing back from schools. Although with Southside High closing it’s looking like I’ll be at Riverdale regardless and that’ll be sooo fun.” You mock cheer and he frowns. ‘What’s bad about Riverdale High?”

“Nothing, beside the fact everyone is going to stare at me and make comments; I don’t fit in anywhere. I’m too awkward for pretty much anyone to want anything to do with me. I just; I don’t belong.” You shrug ordering a shake and Jugehad does the same. “Well you belong here. I like seeing you when I come in to write; it’s nice to have a muse when I don’t feel like writing about Jason or everything going on in this psycho town.” “I don’t think I can be classified as a muse; I’m not pretty or interesting enough.”

“You’re plenty of both those things.” You both fall silent as his words sink in. “You think I’m interesting?” You ask giving him an excuse to avoid the other thing he called you. “And pretty.” You shake your head and he scowls. “It’s your opinion.” You watch as his scowl turns into a frown. “No it’s a fact. You’re pretty; that’s a fact. I think you’re beautiful; that’s an opinion. For someone who’s smart enough to be taking college credit classes you sure forget basic facts like that.” He grins and you shake your head. “How about this then; it’s a fact I want to take you on a date; what’s your opinion on that then?”

“Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes you can take me on a date. This doesn’t count.” “It does if I pay!” he laughs and you grin. ‘Well if you insist I’m starved, buy me a double cheeseburger and we’ll call it a date.” He grins nodding to Pop’s who smiles fondly. You’re talking so long and you’re so excited about how he’s telling you about the Serpents and about Riverdale High you don’t notice it hasn’t been raining for an hour.

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Helluva Dad Vol. 1: Murder Family

"Dad, dad, dad! Wake up, dad!"

Striker grunted as he covered his head with his pillow, but it was no use as the intruder hopped on his bed. "Kiddo, unless there's a wild animal or a homeless drunk inside the house, go away and let me sleep."

"Daaad, you promised that you'd take me along to the living world this time!"

Striker took a peek at the clock on his bedside table. "Not at 5:36 AM, boy. Couldn't you wait until I'm actually awake?"

"What am I supposed to do 'till then?"

"I don't know, use your imagination."

"But dad-" Out of patience, Striker bared his teeth at his son, tail rattling. Jake raised his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving."

Once the door closed shut, Striker went back to sleep… For about thirty seconds, that is, until the door slammed open and Jake jumped into his bed again, screaming in fright and knocking the air out of his father.

"What the fuck, Jake?!" Striker all but shrieked.

"There's a spider in the living room!"

"... What?"

"Spider!"

"And why didn't you squash it?!"

"It's a big spider!"

Striker's eye twitched. With an irritated grunt, he got off the bed, rolled up a porno magazine on his bedside drawer, and stomped his way towards the living room, Jake trailing closely behind.

"I can't believe it, A son of mine is afraid of a tiny, insignificant…" Striker trailed off and stopped in the doorway. A hog-sized hellantula was tearing the couch apart with big, sharp mandibles. "Boy, go get the rifle."

Once the issue with the spider was taken care of, Striker found himself unable to go back to sleep after the fiasco, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a big cup of black coffee before making breakfast. Thankfully, Blitzo wasn't inside his fridge this time around, though he made a mental note to go get some more groceries.

As he served the fried eggs and wild hog bacon, Jake walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat like he had spent an hour lifting five-ton weights. "Dad, wouldn't it have been easier if we cut up the spider's carcass and take it out piece by piece?" he whined.

"And make a bigger mess I'll have to clean up? No, thank you." Striker placed one of the plates in front of his son. Jake frowned.

"Puaj. Tomato."

"Stop complaining and eat, boy. It's good for you."

They are in silence for the first few minutes. Striker would subtly glance in Jake's direction every now and then, smirking internally at the boy's expressions while he begrudgingly ate his vegetables.

"So, ready for today?" he asked casually.

Jake's expression brightened. "How's the living world like? Is it cool? Does it look anything like hell?"

"You could say so. The only difference is that there are humans living there instead of demons."

"Humans? What are those?"

"Well, you've seen the clients at I.M.P, right? They used to be humans during their lifetime. When they died, they came to Hell and became Sinner demons because they did bad things in life. However, some of them have..." Striker toyed with his bacon as he thought of a proper word. "...pending business with someone in the living world. Our job is to finish that business in the client's stead.

"So… The people who go to I.M.P. are dead humans who want to fuck up someone who fucked them up in the living world?"

Striker snapped his fingers. "Bingo. You're getting the hang of it, kid."

"Hey, dad, think I could use the-?"

"No."

"Hey, you didn't let me finish!"

"Sorry, kiddo. I thought you were going to ask if you could use the blessing-tipped rifle." Striker replied, his eyes reflecting off the knife he was using to butter his toast.

Jake laughed nervously. "Speaking of which-"

"No."

"Come on, dad! When will you let me use those?"

"When you're ready, not a second sooner."

"And when will I be ready?"

Striker dropped his fork to place a hand on Jake's shoulder. "We'll both know. Until then, finish your breakfast."

*HB*

"Moxxie, stop shaking. You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!"

"Wow, I feel so loved here."

Striker watched, uninterested, as Moxxie pointed the crossbow with shaking arms at a photo depicting a human family. "If this were real, he'd already been dead."

"You're not helping, Striker," Millie growled before focusing back on Moxxie. "Just take a deep breath, and let it out."

"But it's a family. Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?"

"Who knows? Maybe if that's what the client wants." Striker said matter-of-factly as he polished his pistol.

Moxxie wasn't convinced. "Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family. That's understandable. But to eradicate an entire innocent-seemingly in this instance-upper middle-class family bloodline?"

Loona frowned. "Hey!" You don't know they're innocent! This kid probably sets dogs on fire, maybe this girl gets off bullying Australian kids online, and this guy…"

"That guy definitely watches," Jake added grimly.

"Couldn't have said it better, little guy." Loona shared a fist bump with the impling.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties. It's why so many of them end up here."

"But-"

Striker had enough. "Allow me, Mildred." he stomped his way to Moxxie and picked him up by the throat. "Look, wimp, guilty and innocent aren't our business. We're assassins, not charity workers. Killing a target," he swiftly aimed his pistol at the photo and fired a clean shot at the woman's face, leaving a hole in its wake. His point made clear, Striker locked gazes with Moxxie, hissing. "Now pick a bloody target before I throw you out the window."

Moxxie fell to the ground with a loud thud. Millie handed him the crossbow again; he aimed the tip of the arrow at the father's face, trying to imagine it was Striker.

"I just think it's a bit excessive and we could be a bit more selective, is all."

Blitzo slammed the door open at that precise moment, startling Moxxie into firing the arrow. It bounced all around the room, hitting the computer, making a second hole on the photograph, and striking the bottom of the eel tank. Moxie jumped into Millie's arms while Striker quickly picked Jake up from the eel tank when he noticed it wobbling.

"Daad, I nearly had it!"

Blitzo caught the arrow just before it struck the client's skull. "...our newest client!"

The eel tank fell and shattered, spilling its contents all over the floor. The eels burst into electricity, setting the entirety of the room on fire.

Striker frowned at Jake, who was stunned into silence. "To think that could have been you."

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!"

They were forced to evacuate the building as the firefighters arrived and did their job. Striker was sure that this little incident didn't leave a good impression on the client, but surprisingly she didn't cancel. Guess she really wanted that person 86'd.

"Way to go, jughead," Jake told Moxxie sarcastically as they watched the firefighters carry the eels into their truck.

"Shut up, you little brat," Moxxie murmured.

Millie frowned at him. "Mox, don't talk to Jake like that!"

"He started it!" Striker rolled his eyes. Moxxie is 'supposed to be the adult who shouldn't stomp down to a child's level.

Wait a minute. "Did anyone save the fancy book?"

"You mean our only ticket to the other side?" Luna slipped out the blue, fancy-looking tome from her clothing without bothering to look up from her hellphone. "Yeah, got it."

"And that's why you're my favorite, Loonie!"

"I thought my dad was your favorite." Jake pointed out.

"Who says I can't have two favorite people? Your dad's my favorite employee and Loonie here's my favorite adopted daughter. You get a tweat now!"

Millie drew the chalk pentagram on the nearby wall. The lines glowed an eerie red color as the circle expanded and the area inside transformed into a forest. The portal was open.

"Cool! Can I draw it the next time?"

"Maybe. Let's get this over with."

Striker would never admit it out loud, but he found these trips to the living world… relaxing. The air smelled cleaner, like trees and nature instead of sulfur, ash, and lava-like Wrath. Its landscapes were more varied, prettier, and calm, at least compared to Hell's ecosystems. This place was particularly breathtaking; a wide lake surrounded by forest and mountains with the sun setting, giving the sky reddish colors that reminded Striker of Bombproof's mane.

Jake seemed to be having similar thoughts. The impling was looking all over the place, eyes wide. "Whoah…"

"Hey, hey, hold your horses!" Striker picked his son up by the shirt before he could dart into the woods. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I wanna look around, dad! This place is so neat!"

"It's your first time on the surface, right? Don't worry, Jakey!" Blitzo pulled Jake into a hug. "Just stick close to uncle Blitz and everything will be fine!"

"Sides, you and I got a very important job! We're going to keep an eye on... Well, the house, just in case something goes wrong!"

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Millie, I might be a kid but I'm not stupid."

"Oh, I know you aren't, Jakey." Millie chirped, ruffling the boy's hair.

Blitzo, Striker, and Moxxie silently moved closer to the house and leaned against the wall. The former two peeked through the window. It seemed like a normal-looking household with a mom, dad, and two kids. The target was coming out of the kitchen, platter in both hands.

"That's gotta be her." Blitzo chuckled darkly. "Ready to do your cowboy thing, Striker?"

As he was about to point his rifle, Striker glanced sideways to Moxxie. The cowboy sneered. "Actually, Blitz, this one's far too easy. We should let Moxxie have her."

Moxxie blinked. "Me?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, I don't see another Moxxie around here, do you?"

"He's right, Mox. This one's simple enough for you to handle."

Moxxie's face fell after peering into the house. "It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital."

"You snooze, you lose, Mox."

Striker readied his rifle, taking a few steps back to aim. He set his eyes on the blonde human female, licking his lips in anticipation. "I've got you, bitch."

"Wait, are we actually killing a family?" Moxxie asked.

"No, don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother." Striker positioned the rifle as it clicked.

"Yeah, we're ruining a family," Blitzo added cheerily.

"B-But… hold on, hold on. Let's just think about it."

He was pulling the trigger when the rifle was suddenly pushed upwards. The movement made the bullet miss its target by a few inches, hitting a mirror instead.

"Why, you-!" Striker grabbed Moxxie's throat, hissing and rattling his tail.

"What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" Blitzo snapped. Moxxie seemed to go into a panic attack of sorts, prompting Striker to release him.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, tears in his eyes. "They just seemed so wholesome and happy, I panicked!"

Striker rubbed his temple, murmuring under his breath while Blitzo facepalmed. "Get the fuck over it, you baby dick-!"

PAM!

Striker roared in pain as a bullet blasted through the wall, hitting him in the arm. He gripped the wound as blood scurried out of the wound. Fuck, and on his aiming arm!

"New hole! Scatter!"

"Dad!"

Jake's voice brought Striker out of his daze. The last thing he saw before something struck his head was Millie picking his son up and fleeing the scene. Everything went black afterward.

…

As consciousness returned, Striker felt as if he had been trampled over by a stampede. His head hurt like hell and his wounded arm was no better. He tried to move but found himself unable to. Something was binding his hands behind his torso.

"Striker! Wake up, partner!"

"Wha…? Moxxie?" As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, Striker realized he was tied up in a bizarre chair, hands tightly bound behind his back. Moxxie was in a similar dilemma on the chair to his right. "What the fuck?!"

"Thank satan you're awake! We're in deep shit!"

"You think?" Striker hissed. "Moxxie, I swear, if those bloody humans don't kill you, I will!"

"Hey, you can't blame me for us getting caught!"

"Oh, really? None of this would be happening if I had hit the target and been done with it! God damn it, Moxxie, I had a clean shot and you made me miss!"

"H-How can you kill a mother and leave orphaned children when you have a kid yourself?!"

"Because that's what we were paid for, for Satan's sake!"

They could have continued to argue if it weren't for the two presences in the room. As they looked around, they saw the two kids from before. He might have confused the little shits with implings if they had horns and red skin; their glowing red eyes and devious sharp grins would make the sadistic smirks of the Princes of Hell look like nervous smiles.

Moxxie chuckled nervously. "Well hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?"

The children spoke simultaneously in a low, almost inhuman voice. "It's nice to have new critters to play with."

If he didn't know any better, Striker might have thought they were in the Cannibal Colony back in Hell. The entire room was adorned with human heads, limbs, and even organs. The 'food' on the table consisted of a roasted fully-grown man with livers and kidneys as side dishes.

"Moxxie, when we're out of this ordeal, I'm going to fucking pummel you." Striker hissed.

They struggled against the ropes, but the kids had made a surprisingly good job with those knots. They were good enough to impress even Striker himself, and he was an ace when it came to tying up knots. Sadly, there was little he could do with an injured arm and Moxxie's wimpy little arms were hopeless. Striker growled. If only he could reach his knife…

A light outside the window caught his eye. Then a second appeared, then a third, fourth, as if someone was lighting up torches. Striker paled.

"Jake!"

"Millie!"

Both imps shared a concerned glance. The girl pulled out a serrated knife on Moxxie; to Striker's surprise, the wimp pushed the chair backward and fell on top of her. He took advantage of the distraction, using his tail to pull his knife out of his boot and expertly slice through the ropes. Once free, Striker sent the boy flying against the wall with a kick. Moxxie, too, had managed to free himself with the girl's own knife.

Striker tipped his hat with his good arm. "Not bad, wimp."

"Can you move?"

"I'm not limp, it's just a scratch." Striker wrapped his red bandanna around the wound and pulled out his pistol. "Now let's blow a hole through that bitch's skull."

*HB*

Jake had never been so frightened in his entire life. Well, maybe that time when he nearly got eaten by a serpent, but it was different. At least his father had been there to save him. But this time it was him who got hurt and there was nothing Jake could do to help. He tried to save Millie when she got K.O.'d, but he stood no chance against a fully-grown human and was knocked out as well. When he regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a stake in-between Millie and Blitzo.

"Striker had that fucking shot. Goddammit, Moxxie."

The crazy woman was cackling evilly as she held up a torch. "Satan! We return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell! May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!"

The torch landed a few feet away from the logs, setting them aflame. The fire rose up around them as Martha laughed maniacally… until she realized they weren't screeching in agony. Blitzo snorted.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't actually hurt us, but I mean I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard."

Jake blinked. "She's a dude?"

"Grown-up stuff, kiddo. You should ask your daddy about it."

"Well, I'll just shoot you in your smart ass mouth!" Jake gulped as Martha pulled out a rifle on them.

"That would be more effective."

"Blitzo!"

Jake closed his eyes shut, whimpering as he heard the familiar click on the rifle. There were two gunshots, but he heard no screams from Blitzo, Millie, or his own throat, and no searing pain. Jake opened an eye warily. There were two smoking holes in the sockets where Martha's eyes once were. Her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

A few steps back were none other than Moxxie and dad, both holding their pistols.

"Moxxie! Striker!"

"Dad!"

"You're not getting your god damn paycheck for this one, Moxxie!"

As Moxxie untied the ropes, Jake jumped right into his father's embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie hugged and nuzzled each other affectionately.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Apology accepted." Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug, but Striker noticed he was whispering something threatening (apparently), judging by Moxxie's expression.

He waited until Blitzo let go to punch Moxxie with such force that he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck, Striker?!"

"I keep my promises, Mox."

*HB*

Striker wasn't very fond of parties. Frankly, he just wanted to go home, fall to his bed, and sleep, but Jake begged him to stay a little longer to eat cake. After what the boy just went through, he didn't have the heart to say no, so he conceded. Besides, the look on Moxxie's face was fun to look at. He had no idea what put the wimp in such a mood, but he had the feeling it had to do with what remained of the target's bloodline.

"You sure you can ride back home with that arm? I wouldn't like to lose my best shooting asset!" Blitzo protested as he climbed onto Bombproof's saddle, Jake seated in front of him.

"Big deal, it's just a scratch. Nothin' to worry about, Blitz." Striker grabbed the reins with his good arm, the injured one resting on a sling.

Bombproof moved at a slow pace, so it'd take them longer than usual to get home. Millie had once suggested that he and Jake move to Imp City; there was a vacant apartment in the building she and Moxxie lived in and she'd be thrilled at the idea of being neighbors (Moxxie, of course, didn't share the sentiment). Striker regretfully declined the offer (to Moxxie's relief). He was a country person at heart and would rather stay in Wrath. Besides, he wanted his son to experience the ups and downs of rural life.

A loud yawn made him look down. "Tired?"

"No, just resting my eyes," Jake said simply, but the exhaustion in his voice said otherwise. Striker chuckled.

"How about you 'rest yer eyes' for a while, then? I'll wake you up when we get home."

"Really, dad, I'm not tired…" Jake trailed off as he leaned back against his father, resting his chest against his chest.

Striker smiled a bit as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Surely not, kiddo. Surely not."

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Riverdale 5x04 Review

Wow I loved this episode it was really really good. It definitely felt like a fresh start for the show. It was fun seeing the characters as adults and seeing what they have been up to in the last seven years some of their storylines were really heartbreaking and they’ve all had their strugglings but all the storylines caught my attention and I am excited to see them play out. So lets dive in and talk about the episode. The usual disclaimer stands these are just my own thoughts and opinions and of course there are spoilers so the rest is under the cut. 

Archie

So the episode jumps right into the action from the start where we see a dream or rather a nightmare that Archie is having. As predicted poor Archie has PTSD and is struggling with what he went through when at war. What was interesting is the dream gives us some details on what happened to Archie during the time he was in the war zone. It seems like he was part of a mission to rescue a fellow soldier who had fallen behind enemy lines. I am assuming that the soldier in question is Corporal Jackson. It also seems like Archie was definitely a hero in this scenario as his commanding officer says that the men in his unit are alive because of Archie giving the impression that he saved more than just Jackson’s life. It is also obvious that Archie feels alot of guilt about the ones that he couldn’t save. I do want to talk about the dream some more though as another interesting thing is that Archie subconciously melded his two worlds together to give us this surreal scene of a battle and a football game. I do think this dream could be symbolic of what is to come in the season. I could also be reading way too much into it but it is still interesting to explore. For example the first person to fall is Reggie and we see Archie pause and look back calling for him. When Archie arrives back in Riverdale it is to the news that Reggie now works for Hiram. So you could say that he was the first to fall under Hiram’s spell/ manipulation/ power or whatever you want ot call it. We don’t know yet why or how Hiram and Reggie came to be working together. The next person to fall is Jughead but unlike Reggie Jughead talks to Archie. But what he says I think is significant. He says ‘Archie, just a little help.’ I think this could indicate Jughead’s struggle with alcoholism. I do think Archie and Jughead could end up mirroring Fred and FP. When FP was struggling with alcoholism Fred was the one who tried to help him by giving him a job and later he took in Jughead when he found out Juggie was homeless and was willing to give FP a job again. I do think Archie will help Jughead get through these struggles in a similar way that Fred helped FP. However I also think some of this could be a representation of Archie’s guilt about how he betrayed Jughead when he kissed Betty and that maybe he feels some responsibility for the pain Jughead is going through now because of that. 

It is also worth noting that Archie also sees his friends, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl, Kevin, Fangs, Sweet Pea and Pop Tate cheering him on from the sidelines as he tries to rescue Jughead. I do think this will show that while Archie will be the most involved in helping Jughead heal all of their friends are going to surround them with support. We have to remember that Archie himself is struggling and so I think this might indicate how the whole group will support each other. I also think some of it sybolises what kept Archie going whilst he was at war. It was the memory of his friends and his desire to one day see them again. 

The last part of the dream is showing Hiram holding Archie at gun point as he tries to save Jughead and Archie freezing up. To me this scene did remind me a bit of the scene where the black hood holds Archie at gun point in Pop’s also that last gunshot before he wakes up reminded me of that gunshot going off in the season 1 finale when Fred got shot. I think in this moment Archie is confronted with what he fears the most, freezing up right when he is supposed to be saving someone he cares about. I also think its a foreshadow of the war that’s to come between Hiram and Archie. 

Anyway leaving the the dreamworld behind, Archie is told that he is being reassigned to restart the RROTC at Riverdale high. So that means Archie is heading home. He obviously isn’t happy about the orders wanting to head back out to the frontlines but I think he’s probably being reassigned because of his PTSD. This is a bit of a divergent but I couldn’t help but laugh a little when Archie’s soldier friend said Riverdale sounded nice. But Archie gave him his address so it looks like that poor guy will showing up later to discover how wrong that statement was. I am intrigued by his character so am looking forward to seeing him pop back up again in Riverdale.  

Once Archie gets back to Riverdale we get alot of information from Toni about what has been going on in Riverdale since they’ve all be gone. We learn that Hiram is stripping Riverdale’s budget to fund SoDale which caters to the rich. I have to say I’m ok with this storyline. When I saw the interview that Archie and Hiram were going up against each other again I was less than enthusiastic about it. But this makes sense to me, I can see why Hiram would do this and yes I do think it is very in character for Archie want to save Riverdale. Also I think because we know it won’t be just Archie but a whole collection of characters like Toni, Alice, Kevin and the rest of the core four going up against Hiram, it won’t feel too much like a rehash of the same storyline. Also this is a little silly but didn’t anyone else feel like Archie was more upset about the bus stops than he was with the fire station getting burned down. Like when he saw the fire station it was like hmm we should rebuild this but when he saw the bus stops he was all WHerE ArE PeOplE GoiNG To SiT!! I dunno maybe its just me but I found that kinda funny. Of course that did give us some more information, we learnt earlier that the Serpents now drive trucks and Toni says sometimes her trucks use the lonely highway. But they never go at night and that bad things happen at night on that highway. This is interesting because we see that girl at the end, who well its pretty obvious she was killed, get into a truck at night. So this tells us either its not a Serpent because Toni said they don’t travel at night or one of her serpents has gone rogue. 

Archie decides that if they are going to save Riverdale then they need reinforcements and so he calls the core four back. I must admit it was a little sad when he said to Toni could they go and see if any of them showed up because it shows that Archie had doubts whether they would or not. I mean that last scene with the core four to me reminded me of the scene in season 1 when Vee and Bee were sitting together at Pop’s and then Archie and Jughead come in and Betty invites them to join them and its shows them all laughing together, only this one was really sad because they weren’t laughing together in fact the atmosphere was very strained and tense. It was sad to think of that comparison. But that being said I do think it is a testament to their bond that they did all show up when Archie called. I also liked that he said Toni was as much a part of it as anyone, like thank you Archie speak that truth.     

Overall I liked Archie’s storyline this episode. I liked his new friendship with Toni and I hope that continues. I also feel like he has alot more maturity and seems more sure of himself, he seems alot more grounded than before. But whilst I think the Army helped him in many ways it has also led him to alot of trauma and pain. His PTSD I think will be a big part of his arc this season and I hope they do it justice. 

Betty

The next person we are shown is Betty and to be honest I don’t think it was a coincidence that they showed us Betty right after Archie. I think their storylines are very similar. Both have gone through something horrifying and traumatic and both are struggling with PTSD, both have had their seniors give them different roles in their jobs and both of them are struggling with this believing they can be more useful if they could go back to what they were doing before the trauma. It does seem like both of them are denying that they are struggling and are refusing to confront that trauma. I do think that Betty and Archie are going to be going on the same journey this season, I think they will turn to each other for comfort and over time they will encourage the other to face their trauma and heal together. 

We learn from Betty’s therapy sessions that she is still a trainee and also that she messed up on one of her investigations. It seems one of the villians this season is The Trash Bag Killer or TBK as they sometimes refer to them. I’m not going to lie when I first heard the name I half laughed and half rolled my eyes at how ridiculous a name it was. And then I found out why they are called that and that’s just horrifying, like suddenly that name didn’t seem so funny when its because he dismembers bodies and then wraps all the individual pieces up in trash bags. Like that legit freaked me out so I think we might get an actual real stakes scary ass villian this season which will be both terrifying and fun at the same time, I guess seriously though I am going to have nightmares about those trash bags tonight. We also find out that Betty was held captive by TBK for two weeks and that she hasn’t spoken about her captivity to the therapist. Obviously she has deep trauma resulting from that. Also to me Betty rushing in there without any back up is very in line with her character. When doing investigations in Riverdale she never waited for backup and I think this is one of the things she is struggling with adjusting to outside of Riverdale. I think she learned a hard lesson that she has to rely on help sometimes. Similarly to Archie I do think she has alot of survivors guilt she has to work through and is regretting not being able to save people that she feels like she should have saved like Teresa and the other victims of TBK.  

The other thing we learn about Betty is that she seems to be in some kind of relationship with her boss Glen. I legit got so excited when I saw Glen purely because I recognised the actor who played a very sexy werewolf in a show called Bitten that I watched years ago so when I first saw him I was like CLAYTON??!! But once I got over the initial shock I decided I’m not a huge fan of Glen mostly because I didn’t like that comment about Betty’s serial killer brother. I mean he knows Betty has been through some crap and is struggling and he is just casually throwing out the reminder of her brother. Also it does not seem like Betty is all that invested in the relationship which makes me wonder if it isn’t really a commited relationship but more of a FWB kind of thing. I do feel like he wants more with Betty than she is willing to give. Like he was offering for them to get pizza and hang out at his place and she lied about meeting with friends and just went home to her cat which not going to lie relatable (except for me its go home to my puppy dog who is the most loyal man I have ever had in my life). So I am unsure on what their relationship really is as it wasn’t really made that clear. I mean to me he seemed really jealous and insecure when she said she had plans which again makes me lean more towards its a casual thing. We really don’t know anything about them, have they been on dates? Have they been intimate together? How did it start? How long has it been going on? We don’t have answers to any of this. I did see on IMDB that Glen is only listed for this one episode. However the main cast are only listed until episode 7 so I don’t think IMDB have information past episode 7 so he might still make an appearence after that. Also I don’t know if IMDB if 100% accurate but so far for me it has been very accurate. The reason why I say this is because we know next episode that Betty is going to be in the shower with someone. I did wonder when I first heard that Betty had a special relationship with a collegue that it might be them in the shower with Betty but Glen has a beard for one thing so unless he shaves it can’t be him, the person in the shower is clean shaven. Also like I said he isn’t listed as being in episode 2 on IMDB so I’m fairly sure its not him in the shower, which again makes me feel like it is more of a casual thing. I mean we know Betty can cheat shes done it before but I’m not sure if they would go that route with her again but we’ll see. 

I again liked Betty’s set up. I am curious to see where this TBK plot is going. I also wonder if it will link up with the trucker killer I also wonder if TBK is someone we know already, maybe its Chic. I don’t think it would be Charles because although he is a killer I don’t think he would hurt any of his family. I know that they were in prison last we saw them but we don’t know if they still are so they could be a possibilty. I did hear that both actors were seen in the area where they film Riverdale so who knows. I really do hope that Betty does get some time to heal now that she has her friends around her again. 

Veronica        

Ok this one is not going to be a unpopular opinion I think, I haven’t been in the riverdale tag yet as I didn’t want to be spoiled before I saw the episode and then I started writing this review right away, so I don’t know what everyones opinion on it was but here it goes. I didn’t hate Veronica’s husband Chad. Like from the interviews I really thought I would hate him but to me he just came across as a husband who had seen his wife nearly die and was now being too protective of her. I know before the episode everyone was describing Chad as being a controlling abusive husband but I didn’t really get that from this episode. Now I do want to make it clear that I do feel like this might change. I mean the next synopsis says he is having her followed so I do feel like he is going to get worse and I’ll then end up hating him but from this episode alone not so much. I think its just that his reasons make sense. I also feel like the problems in the relationship are less to do with Chad being controlling and more to do with a break down in communication. For example the whole having a child thing. I think its perfectly natural for Chad to want to have a child with his wife, especially when they’ve just had a near death experience that might make Chad feel like they should sieze every opportunity before its gone. I also think its completely fine for Veronica not to want children and to focus on her career. But before we go painting Chad as the evil husband who is trying to force his wife into having children we need to remember that Veronica hasn’t told Chad she doesn’t want children right now. When Chad said he thought this would be the year Veronica replies ‘hopefully’. Now with that response it would seem to anyone like she too wants to have children. She might have told Hermione about her true feelings about the subject but she hasn’t told her husband. Even later when they are having an argument and Chad says ‘we’re suppose to be trying to have a baby’ she still doesn’t tell him that she doesn’t want a child. Also I was kinda on Chad’s side about Veronica lying about where she was working. Like I understand that Veronica wanted to avoid an argument but he is right that would have been very awkward and embarassing for Chad to show up at what he thinks is his wife’s place of work and talk to her friend and discover that his wife doesn’t work there anymore. But again that was a result of the lack of communication. On the flip side of all of that you’ve got Chad who is trying to bubble wrap his wife and its like Veronica said he has forgotten who is wife is, Veronica is a tough gal who doesn’t need to be bubble wrapped. I think all of the problems they are facing right now were brought on by the accident. Chad might have really struggled with seeing his fiery, strong and passionate wife in such a vulnerable position after the accident. Seeing her so fragile then made him want to protect her but he takes it too far wanting her to reduce how much she works and even where she works. Veronica also admits to giving into Chad to avoid arguments. I do think their conversation at the end was good it seemed like they were opening that communication back up. But then Chad gave Veronica that egg. Again I don’t necessarily think this is all Chad’s fault and I don’t necessarily think that because he has given Veronica the same gift her Father gave Hermione that means he is evil. It is obvious from the fact that he talks about how a new one comes out every year that he doesn’t know that connection. Once again Veronica doesn’t tell him that she doesn’t like the egg she just sells it. For some reason Veronica seems to feel like she can’t be open with her husband which is worrying, I do think they are both a bit at fault here and they are both making mistakes, it seems like they’ve both been walking on egg shells around each other since that helicopter crash. We know from an interview that Chad is going to be jealous of Archie and I do think alot of that is going to be because he will see that Veronica and Archie, because of their history together, have an honest and open communication with each other and his wife isn’t being honest or open with him, he and his wife don’t have that when really they should. Unfortunately I do think this will cause Chad to act more and more possessive and irrational which is likely what will then lead to me hating him.  

As for Veronica’s job I am a bit confused about what it is exactly that she does. It looked to me like she was running a kind of underground slightly shady jewellery shop. But whatever shes doing it looked like she was flourishing. I mean she previously worked on wall street and it does seem like she really misses that line of work so hopefully one day she’ll be able to get back to doing what she loves. I am glad that it looked like she was standing up to her husband and making it clear to him what she wanted. I do hope she addresses the baby thing soon though and tells him that she doesn’t want one right now. Again I am interested to see where this storyline goes and just how far to the dark side they will take Chad’s character. Whether they will go full blown he’s the new hiram lodge or whether they’ll have him go pretty far but then give him a redemption arc. I could unfortunately see them give him a redemption arc and then killing him off which I hope they don’t do because that’s a worn out troupe. 

Jughead

So last of the core four is Juggie. Again what is interesting to me is like Betty and Archie, Jughead follows from Veronica and their storylines too are similar. Both of them are dissatisfied with their careers and are having realtionship troubles. Juggie is not in the best of places lets be honest. He had one successful book but now he has writers block, is drinking too much, is in a toxic relationship with his girlfriend jessica and has debt collectors banging at the door and yet the thing I was most shocked by was his new tattoos. Like all the other characters to me this storyline for Jughead makes sense. He has always seemed to draw inspiration from Riverdale for his stories so I think he is struggling to write now that he is left. I do think once he starts investigating a good old Riverdale mystery those creative juices will start to flow once more. I would also like to point out how there was no Jughead narration throughout the episode until those last few moments when Jughead is back in Riverdale and he narrates over Squeaky getting into that truck which could be seen as reaffirming that Jughead will be able to write again once now he’s home. I do also feel like Jug is struggling with the Barchie cheating incident. I think it has left deep wounds for him and I’m hoping now that he is back in riverdale they can start to heal them. I do think its not just the cheating thing though but also because they all broke their promise to meet up a year later. I do wonder if Jug has any bitterness towards the fact they didn’t keep their promise to meet a year later but when Archie called everyone came running. I mean Jughead did not look happy to be there at all and there was definitely tension between them all. Though I would say there was less tension between Archie and Veronica and Archie and Betty.  But I did pick up tension between Jughead and Betty and Jughead and Archie and also a little between Betty and Veronica. 

Anyway going back to Juggie. His girlfriend eventually leaves him because at this point she is tired and feels like Jughead cares more about his book than about her. I do wonder if we might see her again later. Jughead gets over her seemingly pretty quick though when he meets Cora at the bar. I do find it kinda funny that the topic that gets brought up that leads to him getting laid is effectively his relationship with Betty. But we do learn from that conversation with Cora that Jughead’s book is called outcasts and seems to have been based on the serpents and his romance with Betty seems to have been included in it. I do wonder if Jughead wrote the book as a way to sort through his feelings about the break down of his relationship with Betty and ultimately that didn’t work because he still had that pain and that feeling of betrayal. One thing I will say is that I hope that they don’t do a similar thing they did in One Tree Hill where Jughead can suddenly write again and he writes a book about Betty because it would feel a bit too much like he is being saved by Betty and it creates this dependant relationship where he can only write if he’s with Betty. I don’t know I’d just rather he is able to write because he is creative and a good writer not because he is in a relationship with a particular person if that makes sense. I feel like maybe right now he doesn’t know how to function outside of his relationship with Betty which is why he is so quick to sleep with another woman right after Jessica leaves, I feel like he might have been using other women to fill that void, so I would like to see him learn how to be his own person outside of any relationship, I feel like he kind of needs to find himself again. 

In regards to Cora, I mean that girl knew what she wanted but it made me so uncomfortable the way she went about getting what she wanted, I mean she effectively stalked Jughead. Also from the way she said if she didn’t hear from him she would call the debt collectors I feel like maybe she might show up again a bit later. To be honest whilst I feel like Jessica could reappear in a flashback I think Cora could show up and cause trouble in present day. 

Toni 

I am so happy with how much screentime Toni got this episode. She seems to have done pretty well for herself, she’s Serpent Queen and she runs the new White Wyrm, she’s got that serpent trucking business and she’s got a baby on the way which it seems like she is happy about. I am very curious about who the father is going to be. I am still thinking it could be a surrogacy thing with Kevin and Fangs. Maybe that’s why she isn’t telling anyone who the father is yet because fro whatever reason Kangs aren’t ready for people to know. It could be that the three will raise the baby together. Another person I thought it could be is Sweet Pea because of that moment when he talked about how when Toni came back and Toni cuts across him talking about them restarting the serpents. I could be projecting here but it seemed to me like maybe Toni was worried about waht Sweet Pea was going to say like he might say when Toni came back we started a fling and now we’re having a baby together. I’m not completely sold on that though it was just a thought I had. Another thought I had is maybe it is Jugheads. Maybe he came back to town for some reason or Toni met him in new york and they hooked up leading to her getting pregnant. Again I don’t think its very likely but it would be shocking and I do feel like they are going to try and shock us with it. I also feel like it has to be a character we have seen before. 

I am a little worried about Toni  though mainly because of the storyline of her having tht trucking business going on. We know that Vanessa has gone on maternity leave and that they recorded her scenes in advance but I still feel like she’s going to have to be a little more absent. I could see a storyline where the Trucker killer feels like Toni is getting in their way and so they decide to do something about her maybe kidknap her. Or maybe they threaten her leading to Toni leaving for a little while to protect herself and her baby.  

Cheryl

Ok Cheryl’s storyline really hit home for me and I got emotional about it. The whole story line where she hasn’t left Thorn Hill in years was particularly moving for me because I suffer from a condition called agoraphobia which seems to be what Cheryl is struggling with on top of other issues. It’s a very complicated condition and alot of people misconcieve it as meanign you can’t go outside but actually its more complicated than that. It is a fear of spaces precieved as unsafe. As a result alot of the time it will result in those with the condition being unable to leave their homes because their home is typically where they will feel safest. However at the same time it can make your home feel like a prison because even thoguh you might want to you physsically can’t bring yourself to leave your home. Cheryl believes that she is cursed and so many terrible things have happened to her that I’m not surprised if she now precieves as anywhere outside of Thorn Hill as not safe. It was also sad when she compared herself to Sarah Winchester and how she feels she is cursed and that curse will one day consume her. Cheryl is clearly in pain and I think she is using the painting as a coping mechanism. I really hope she is able to get help and begin to heal. 

I do feel like something else might have happened to Cheryl that we aren’t aware of. I notived she was wearing one glove in all the scenes we saw her in which is similar to how Penelope wore a glove after she was burnt. So I wonder if Cheryl is wearing the glove as a reminder of her mother or whether it is because she herself has been injured in some way and is covering it up. It also seems like her Nana Rose might want her to start a Art fraud business which is odd. Maybe they are struggling for money?  But other than that we didn’t learn much about Cheryl so it’ll be interesting to see where they take her character. I mean we saw in the trailer that she does eventually leave Thorn Hill. 

Other Little Things

Ok so here I jsut want to talk about some things that were too brief to warrant a whole section to themselves but that I still think are important. 

I am so happy that Kangs stayed together, they are super cute together and I hope we get to see more screen time for them and Sweet Pea. 

I wonder why Hiram wants Cheryl’s maple groves. I am assuming its something to do with SoDale but I can’t think how its related. 

It is interesting that they have brought Stonewall back into the storyline. It does make me wonder what happened to Donna after seven years. Is she still running from Charles not knowing that it was him and not knowing that he’s been caught? 

Theories for the next episode.

So as I usually do I am going to finish off with theories for what I think will happen in the next episode. 

1) The promo for the next episode starts off with a girl running from a truck. I think this girl will be Polly but I think it’ll come at the very end of the episode. the shot that was in the season trailer of Betty with a gun at home is also in this promo. I actually think Betty will hear a noise and go investigating and it’ll turn out to be Polly arriving there. Part of the reason why I think it could be Polly is because she has surprised Betty a few times before so it would make a parallel to those other scenes where Polly has popped up in the house surprising Betty. I think they will reintroduce her in this episode and then the last scene will be her running from the truck which will explain the synopsis for episode 6 where is says Alice, Kevin and Betty think Polly is in trouble. 

2) Another person that could surpise Betty is Archie. A large part of this is because one of the writers released three emoji’s to describe Barchie which was a gun, a pizza and a key. I think this one could be the gun emoji.  Also in the promo there is a shot of Archie and Betty in her room looking out her window and Archie saying he is going to take the town back. I think maybe Arch comes to talk to her and when she doesn’t open the door he just comes in thinking something might be wrong. I do think they might be at the window to spy on the ghoulies is Archie’s house. It is also worth noting that Archie is in the same clothes that he was in at the end of ep 4 when they were at Pop’s so I think this scene happens early in the episode. It is also possible that Archie stays at Betty’s to do like surveillence on the ghoulies. 

3) There is also a shot of Veronica in the blonde wig and it looks like she is either buying or selling one of those eggs. In the synopsis in talks about how Veronica gets crafty when she finds out Chad is having her followed so I do think this scene is related to that. The egg to me looks just like the one she sold this episode so maybe she is buying one back for some reason. 

4) We can see Hiram telling someone that maybe he should teach them a lesson. I think he might be talking to Archie here. I could see Archie going straight to Hiram after meeting with the gang and then going to Betty after that and making that I am taking back the town speech. 

5) Another scene in the trailer is Betty saying when are we going to kick their asses. I think her and Archie are making a plan to get the Ghoulies out of Archie’s house. We do also get a shot of the ghoulies and it looks like there is alot of them in there. It also looks like they have trashed the place. I do think its possible this is where the pizza emoji will come in I could see them having pizza while they strategize and the key could be to do with getting access/ control of Archie’s home back. We do also see scenes of Betty and Archie beating up the ghoulies with baseball bats so I reckon they will be successful in driving the ghoulies out.

6) We see Jughead at one point hiding behind the counter at Pop’s. We know from the synopsis that he is hiding from debt collecters. We also know that he is getting a new job I could see him getting a job at Pop’s. Again I think Jughead is very much mirroring his father right now and this would be another parallel between them.  

7) Ok so the shower scene. I am pretty sure that it is Barchie in that shower. But the question is how do they end up in the shower together. Well someone else earlier when that scene first came out said they thought the shower looked like Archie’s and yeah it definitely could be there is a window in the right place. So if it is Archie’s shower that maybe their blodd is running a little hot after beating up the ghoulies and the adrenaline is still pumping and that leads to them hooking up. Now I am being a very greedy Barchie shipper here but what if it doesn’t start out in the shower. What if they start out in the bedroom for example and then after decide to take a shower together and thats when they hook up for a second time. I’m just not sure why else they would both be in the shower. Unless they spend the whole episode having moments and the tension builds and builds as the episode goes on, then the fight gets their blood pumping and when one of them goes to have a shower to clean up the other just thinks to hell with it and joins the other one in the shower. 

Well as I said earlier I really enjoyed this episode and I am looking forward to seeing where it will all go. So until next time.   

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Ok, here's a prompt: bughead + their friends trying to trap the two of them under the mistletoe

I loved that this entire thing played out in my head in 2.6 seconds after reading this.  Send me a prompt!

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“And where do you think you’re going?”

Archie was yanked back almost off his feet when Veronica grabbed the back of his shirt.

“The sna-”

She tutted and shook her head.  “If you ruin this for me Andrews -”  

With a gasp, Veronica pointed towards the archway where she’d hung an obnoxiously large bunch of mistletoe.  Archie watched as Jughead walked towards it from the right, nodding at the occasional person while he grazed off the snack table.  From the opposite end of the room, Betty and Ethel chatted as they made their way towards the kitchen.  Before their paths met, Jughead was pulled into conversation with Dilton while Betty and Ethel continued on towards the kitchen.

Veronica huffed and stomped her foot.  Frustration radiated off her and Archie saw yet another long drawn-out strategy session in his future, only this time instead of mistletoe it would involve champagne, countdowns, and midnight kissing.

For close to six months Veronica had been plotting for a relationship to happen between their respective best friends.  Archie wanted the best for Betty, he always had.  And Veronica wanted the same for her friend nee high school frenemy Jughead.  But like two stubborn, obtuse ships in the night, the pair had terrible timing.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to ask if they wanted to double?”  

Veronica rolled her eyes.  “This has to happen organically.  If Jughead knew I was trying to interfere in his lack of a love-life he’d refuse to speak to me until I swore on my abuelita’s Bible and my first edition of Bradley’s 1896 Harper’s Bazaar.”

“But it would be easier -”

“It’s about the romance, Archibald.  The once in a lifetime chance -”

“Of your underpants in France,” Reggie finished as he stopped next to them.  He handed Archie a plastic cup overfilled with beer.

“I’m surrounded by infants,” Veronica said with a curled lip.  She shot Reggie a withering look and went after Betty.

“What’s her deal?”

“Romance,” Archie said, though the word was a question that lingered in the air long enough to turn stale.  

“That’s why she brought in the giant bouquet of hookup material,” Reggie said with a smirk.  He tilted his head up at Josie across the room only to receive a peal of laughter in response.  “She digs me.”

Archie shrugged and took a careful sip of the drink.  Pabst.  He fought back a grimace and set the cup down on the table behind him.  It was worth getting yelled at for rings on the wood if it meant he didn’t have to drink that.

“So, who’s she trying to set up this time?” Reggie asked none the wiser.

“Bet- some of our mutual friends.”  Archie caught himself in time.  The last thing he needed was a primer from Betty and Veronica’s mutual ex about how to chase after either one of them.  

“Bet you five bucks and a shot of Tabasco she’ll have a toll booth set up around that mistletoe before the end of the night.

Archie shook his head.  “No bet.  She’s already staking out potential quarantine areas.  Twenty and a shot of chocolate syrup and vinegar she’ll come up with an elaborate reason to take a photo under the mistletoe.”

“Nah, too amateur hour,” Reggie scoffed.

“It’s always amateur hour where you two are,” Moose said as he joined them.  

He and Reggie fist-bumped a greeting.  Sensing a golden opportunity, Archie picked up his abandoned beer and handed it to Moose who gladly downed it in one go.  

“What’s going on this time?” Moose asked as he wiped his lip.

“Veronica’s playing matchmaker,” Archie and Reggie said in unison.

Moose turned a shade of green even the Grinch would be jealous of.  Archie squeezed his shoulder in sympathy.  Veronica’s attempts to set up her friends were practically legendary.  The rumors, as yet still unconfirmed, about what happened the last time Veronica subjected Moose to her romantic machinations were enough to make everyone think thrice about accepting any invitation to a Lodge social gathering. 

“I think I need something stronger,” Moose muttered.  He shoved his plate of half finished food into Reggie’s hand and rushed to find something stronger that might erase that night before last Christmas from his mind.

“Do I want to know why Moose looks like the wrong end of an elf?” Kevin asked as he sidled up to them.  

He handed them both a small piece of paper and a golf pencil.  In his other hand he held a tin can wrapped in candy cane paper.  

“Christmas movie, sex position, and favorite celebrity for dirty mad-libs.  Why is Veronica glaring at Midge harder than Margaret Thatcher serving turkey dinner at a homeless shelter?”

“Matchmaking,” Reggie said as he scribbled something down on a piece of paper.  “My money’s on her holding us hostage until they kiss.  Thirty dollars and…. an egg, cilantro, and maple shot.”

Kevin gagged and shoved the paper into his tin can.  “No bet.  She’s been blocking out this friend-fiction scene for weeks now.  I’m surprised she didn’t lock them in a closet with a neon sign that says ‘Now Kiss’.”

Archie handed over his own paper.  “Friend fiction?”

“Dude,” Reggie sighed.  “You really need to catch up on Kevin’s blog.  Wait, is Midge single again?”

They watched as Reggie waded out into the crowd ever hopeful.  

“He really can’t stand being alone for a single night, huh?” Kevin asked as if Reggie’s philandering ways were a blight upon his very soul.  “Why can’t Veronica just -”

“Romance,” Archie said in an attempt to mimic Veronica’s dramatics.  “Organic, once-in-a-life-time -”

“Bibbity Bobbity Boo, what’s that witch of yours now up to?” 

“Cheryl,” Kevin said by way of greeting.  The smile on his face was tight enough to stretch tinsel.  “Don’t you have presents to steal?”

“Charming.”  When he didn’t move Cheryl’s smile dropped into a sneer.  “This is a two way conversation, so see your way out of it.”

“That’s not even the right -” Kevin shook his head and muttered, “whatever,” as he turned to a different partygoer with papers in hand.

Archie eyed Cheryl warily; the last time she wanted to have a chat he’d ended up at a charity auction event that required very little clothes and Mantle levels of self-esteem.  

“Don’t worry, Archiekins,” Cheryl said with a smile.  She pressed a finger into the middle of his forehead.  “You’ll get frown lines like that.”

“What do you want Cheryl?” 

“Jughead and Toni are friends, right?”

Archie nodded.  

“Has he mentioned anything about her?” Cheryl asked, her smile becoming as forced as Santa coming down the chimney.  “I mean, about what she might want for Christmas?  We haven’t even been dating a year, so diamonds are obviously too much, and probably a trip to the Cacos, that’s more of a year-anniversary trip, but -”

Archie knew from personal experience that it was best to jump in quickly in these types of conversations.  He’d had a similar conversation with Veronica last year over a ‘normal’ person’s gift budget.  She’d been so stuck on what Betty might want for Christmas Veronica had almost missed that it wasn’t the present that mattered so much as the thought behind it.  Still, Betty had been over the moon about the new wrench set even Archie had gotten a thank you note from her.

“She likes photography?” he offered.  “Is there a gallery opening you could take her to, then dinner?  Sometimes just being together is more important than anything you could buy her.”

Cheryl frowned.  “Oh you poor naive thing.  What has Veronica been teaching you? But, I will admit, photography is a good idea.  Your girlfriend chasing people out of the kitchen, not so much.”

Archie turned and found that Veronica had, indeed, cleared out the kitchen of everyone but Betty and Ethel who watched her with curiosity.  Veronica then proceeded to drag Jughead towards the kitchen all the while waving for Betty to join them.  In the confusion, Ethel met Jughead under the mistletoe.

Obligingly she pecked him on the check to Veronica’s increasing consternation.

“I’ll be back,” Archie said before rushing over to keep his girlfriend from causing a scene large enough to get her back onto Santa’s naughty list.

Much, much later that night, at a time when all the good little children were dreaming of sugarplums and sending fruitcakes to all their teachers, Jughead and Betty were putting lost solo cups and abandoned utensils in a large trash bag.  Veronica insisted they weren’t obligated to help, but Betty had volunteered and Jughead followed suit.  Now the living room was almost back to normal, if one ignored the candy canes stuck to the ceiling.

“Did you notice Veronica being weird tonight?” Jughead asked as he up a precarious tower of trash.

“You mean how she was desperately trying to trap you under the mistletoe?” Betty said with a note of amusement in her voice despite the dark stain of cherry syrup that stained the cuff of her sweater.

Jughead looked up at the archway, understanding dawning on his face as if it were the first time he’d seen it that night.  “Huh. Guess that’s why the kitchen was on lockdown.  I thought it was Archie’s tuna salad.”

“For someone so observant, you can be rather oblivious”  Betty laughed and set another stack of cups in the trash.

He grinned, a sly quirk of his mouth that drew her attention.  “Too bad she wasted so much time.  I am spoken for after all.”

Betty bit her lower lip and met him under the archway, her hips leading the way.  She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.  “It would be bad luck to break tradition.”

“Very bad luck.”  He slipped his hands around her waist and tucked them into the back pockets of her jeans.  “Might carry over into the next year.  And I had such high hopes for where this was going.”

Jughead leaned down to press a kiss to Betty’s collarbone.  His nose brushed along her neck and she drew in a sharp breath.

“Elizabeth Ann Cooper!” came a scandalized voice.  “I hope you have a good explanation for this.”

They broke apart only to find Veronica staring at them, mouth agape.  Behind her Archie raised his own trash bag in a congratulatory salute.

“It’s a Christmas miracle?” Betty said with a half smile and a shrug.

“And there’s the bad luck,” Jughead muttered.

Veronica, however, wasn’t having it.  She stormed over and dragged Betty along behind her to the kitchen.

“So,” Archie said.  “Halloween party?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

Jughead gave him a sidelong glance.  “That’s it?  No ‘How did it happen’?  No ‘Is it serious’?  Nothing?”

Archie shrugged.  “This is all Veronica’s going to talk about until next Christmas.  And she refuses to leave any detail out.  Dining room next?”

“Sure.”

Jughead followed him to the dining room.  On the way, Veronica yelled out, “You’re next Jones!”

Normally the threat would have sent shivers down his spine, but Betty’s amused glance that held the promise of later made it all worth it.

#tis the season #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction

[aam-loves]

It’s 46 minutes into New Year here already!

And that’s my gift for all of you guys. Thank you for your support and kind words.

This fic was inspired by the movie “Two night stand”.

I want to kiss you on New Year.

Betty’s life officially sucked. Being dumped a week before Christmas and two weeks before New Year was the worst experience she’s had in relationships so far.

She had to move in with her best friend and her boyfriend, which wasn’t the most comfortable living situation neither for her nor for the couple. She got along with Archie pretty well, but the walls were still thin and her back started to hurt from sleeping on the couch. Veronica didn’t push her for searching a place of her own, but Betty still understood even best friends as they were needed personal space and time apart.

Moreover, living with Reggie she didn’t work officially. She was working on her poetry book and recently started a blog about cooking. She had some income from her blog, as it was popular enough, but that wasn’t enough for paying rent and living even on a minimum. So, finding a job had added to her problems and nobody was eager to hire a new employee right before Christmas. She had to meet New Year jobless and homeless.

Veronica emerged from her room in a robe.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she revealed a quiet festive set of lingerie.

“Ugh, V, you don’t need to show off and remind me of your active sex life,” Betty groaned, “and yeah, Archie will choke on his drool”.

Veronica tied her robe back and sit beside Betty on the couch.

“Sorry, B, but... I really can’t understand why didn’t you suspect something if you hadn’t been sleeping with Reggie for three months”.

“Don’t remind me of my foolishness” Betty squeezed her eyes and her head fell on the back of the couch.

“You just need to get laid!” Veronica’s eyes got that excited glint which promised nothing good and no objections.

“Yeah, as if I have a fuck buddy who I can call and require at least three orgasms.” Betty scoffed.

“Oh, cut your sarcasm, B. Just get out of your pajamas, leave the TV shows without your watchful eye for an evening and go with us to that club I was telling you about.”

“And what, find a one night stand?”

“Definitely!”

That was how Betty found herself standing in front of the club, trashing her little bag, searching for her id.

“Come on, B, it’s freezing here, the wind got stronger” Veronica whined wrapping herself deeper in her coat.

“I don’t remember taking it out of my bag, it has to be here” Betty huffed, then she heard Veronica gasp. She lifted her head and her eyes were immediately met with the sight of her ex-boyfriend with a girl. Reggie awkwardly cleared his throat “Hey, guys, you are going in or....” he shifted his gaze between Betty, Veronica and Archie as they were blocking the entrance to the club.

“Yes!” Veronica chimed in, “uh, we’ll let you walk in and be there just in a minute”. She tugged Betty to the side by her sleeve.

Betty stood frozen, she looked at Reggie walking into the club and couldn’t move an inch.

“B? B?! Betty!...” she snapped out from her trance and blinked, looking at Veronica’s face full of sympathy, “Are you okay?”.

Betty couldn’t bear it, it was humiliating.

“You know... I’m not in the mood for a club anyway, I’ll just go home and open a bottle of wine.”

Veronica’s eyes were full of concern “We can just go to another place”.

“No, V, you wanted to get in here, just... just go, have a good time and don’t worry about me”.

At home Betty made herself comfortable on the couch with a bottle of white wine. She felt humiliated and furious at the same time. Reggie moved on incredibly fast, probably while they had still been dating. She needed a boost of confidence and a hookup would be really nice right now.

When she had already consumed half of the bottle, the liquid courage showed itself as she tugged her laptop and opened a matching service.

She created a profile on quite popular and safe site and browsed for a little while. She uploaded a profile photo where she looked the sexiest, liked profiles of some attractive guys and waited.

Two hours later she was ready to throw her laptop into the wall as one more creep sent her a message. Really, was it that hard to find a decent attractive guy for a hookup?

Just as she was ready to shut her laptop and indulge in Netflix watching her laptop dinged, notifying her of a new message. With an annoyed sigh she readied herself to tell off one more creep as she noticed a familiar crown beanie on a profile photo.

jjones3: Hey, fancy meeting you here.

Betty blinked at the screen as she recognized jjones3 as Jughead Jones from her creative writing class. He wasn’t a creep, just preferred to keep to himself and as far as she remembered he was fairly attractive. She wasn’t paying attention to guys in college as she was spoken for, so she didn’t remember him very well, so she opened his profile page and flipped through some photos. There were a few, but his leather jacket, motorcycle and rings on his nimble fingers combined with haunting stormy blue eyes did something for her. They had been sharing a class for almost four months already and he hadn’t given her an impression of a guy who would go and brag about getting a girl into his bed, and they weren’t friends or even didn’t talk more than once a month about some assignment, so there shouldn’t be any awkwardness after a one night stand. He would have to do.

bcoop: Hello to you too. It’s nice to see a face of a person that’s not a pervert or a creep here. Though I didn’t took you as a dating site type of guy.

jjones3: Well, I have to find someone to warm cold winter evenings and I’m not really into going out.

bcoop: yeah, I totally get it.

jjones3: Finding someone to warm evenings? Or not going out?

bcoop: both

Betty bit her lip, their chat wasn’t leading anywhere so far, so someone had to make a move. She decided to be bold, what was the worst that could happen? He would ignore or avoid her. She totally could live with it.

bcoop: Wanna me to warm your evening?

She hit send and waited holding her breath.

jjones3: My place is free.

bcoop: Send address, I’ll be there in 30.

jjones3: Eager, are we, Coop? ;)

***

Betty woke up in a dim lit room, her head a bit heavy from the wine she consumed the previous evening. As she took in her surroundings, a room in dark tones, navy bedsheets and head of dark curls peaking from under a blanket, the memories of the last night rushed to her.

“Ugh... shit.” Betty crawled out of bed as silently as she could and went gathering her clothes. She didn’t want an awkward morning after a one night stand and intended on leaving silently and quickly while Jughead was still asleep.

In fifteen minutes she was full dressed, opening the front door of his apartment. From the evening before she remembered it had an automatic lock that locked the door once it was shut, so she checked that she’d got everything she had with her and left the apartment. She descended the stairs and made her way to the exit from the apartment building, pushed the door and.... nothing. The door was blocked with something. She pushed with all her weight and the door opened for a couple of inches. Betty was met with the sight of a snowbank barricading the door and raging snowstorm outside. Even if she managed to open the door enough to sneak out of the building, the was no way she could reach the subway on her own. There was not a soul outside. She opened Uber on her phone and discovered that there were no cars available in such weather.

“Dammit!” Betty realized she was stuck there. She needed a shower and a coffee and she couldn’t get it standing in the building’s lobby.

She bit her lips and contemplated her options for a moment. She could go outside and freeze to death, she could stay here and starve to death and she could go back to Jughead’s apartment. Obviously there was only one option.

She returned to his apartment and knocked on the door. When no answer followed she took a deep breath and knocked more loudly. When there was still no answer she remembered that he must still be asleep and banged on the doorwith force. In a couple of moments she heard some shuffling on the other side of the door and the the lock being switched.

Jughead stood there in only his boxers, hair messy from sleep and clearly he wasn’t fully awake.

“Good morning!” she chirped, plastering a fake smile on her face and brushing past him into the apartment.

Jughead was clearly confused as he stood there for a moment looking between Betty and the doorway and then he just let the door shut.

“Um... what-“ he started rubbing his eyes.

“I wanted to leave, but there is snowstorm outside and I can’t. Also I needed to pee and coffee.” Betty interrupted him.

“Oh...well, you can use the bathroom and I’ll just go get dressed...” he shuffled to his bedroom and Betty got out of her coat and scarf  and went to the bathroom.

As she did her business in the bathroom, Betty stood in front of the mirror. The situation wasn’t comfortable, but she had no other options. She searched his bathroom for anything she could use to freshen herself up. It was rather clean with a minimum set of supplies a single boy could need, so her options were narrowed to some mouthwash, then she splashed some water on her face to and tried to comb her hair, but then just decided to go with her usual trusty ponytail.

When Betty exited the bathroom she heard the noise of the coffee machine working. Jughead stood in his little kitchen space leaning on the counter.

“Guess we’re stuck together.”

“Yeah, seems like it” Betty mumbled.

Jughead turned and pulled a box of cereals from the cabinet.

“You wanna some cereals? But I... uh... have no milk.”

“Yeah, that will do, thank you.”

When the coffee was ready they sat in front of the TV with their mugs of steaming liquid and bowls of dry cereals. They ate in silence for some time, then Jughead turned the TV on and they immediately found out from the news that the snowstorm wasn’t expected to subside till next morning, all transportation systems were blocked and everybody was recommended to stay at home.

“Ugh, that’s just awesome” Betty groaned.

“I totally understand that this is not your usual scenario for a one night stand, but you are kinda making me feel like my company annoys or irritates you” Jughead mused.

“My usual scenario?! Are you assuming that I’m doing this on regular basis?” Betty rounded her eyes, shocked and offended. Who he thought she was? Some cheap slut, who slept around?

“Well, don’t you?”

“No! I just had to take the edge off and usually I had a boyfriend for it, but he dumped me a couple of weeks ago.”

“And you‘ve got unbearably horny in a span of two weeks?” Jughead smirked, “well, I guess your ex made poor job of taking your edge off”.

Betty was stunned by his arrogance, she knew pretty well that he was a sarcastic broody shit, but that was beyond.

“As if you know how to do it!” she huffed and stood from the couch to place her empty mug to the sink.

“Excuse me? Your moans last night definitely spoke opposite.”

“I faked it!” she turned to glare at him.

Jughead sat there shocked, he usually wouldn’t pay attention to such words, but he liked Betty. And he clearly offended her. He didn’t even know why he said all that things, it was probably a defense mechanism so he wouldn’t get hurt, because there wasn’t a chance a girl like Betty would want anything besides a hookup with him. And now she wouldn’t even want to repeat it. Was he really that bad?

He sighed and stood to place his mug and bowl in the sink too.

“Okay, listen, we’re stuck here together. And it will do no good if we just argue. I’m sorry for what I said. Let’s just put our differences aside.” Jughead decided to be a peace dealer here.

Betty narrowed her eyes at him “and what should we do?”

Jughead glanced around his apartment in search for whatever it is he could do with her without any harm and offence. His eyes landed on game console. “What do you think of video games?”

Betty scoffed “Of course a nerd like you will play video games during his break.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with-...”

Jughead looked slightly offended and Betty regretted hurting his feelings the second time. She didn’t have anything again video games.

“I don’t mind actually” she interrupted him.

Two hours later Betty was totally ruining Jughead’s reputation as a master of video games. He huffed and threw his controller to the side when he lost once more.

“How are you doing it?” he laughed turning his body to look at Betty.

“Newby’s luck?” she smiled and lifted her eyebrows.

“Never in my life I am gonna believe in it. Spill it!”

“Well... I spent the most of my childhood hanging out with my elder brother and dad, because I didn’t fit in the picture of perfect sister and daughter my elder sister and mother held, so I indulged into video games and restoring vintage cars instead of cheerleading.” Betty’s didn’t look happy talking about her family.

“Why are you not with them for the holidays?” Jughead suddenly blurted our.

Betty bit her lip deciding if she should lie, but then realized there was nothing useful in it.

“My brother overdosed when I was in high school, my parents split soon after that and my mom had gone a bit crazy on controlling me and Polly. Polly is her gem, picture perfect stepford wife, married to a guy with a family buisness, has adorable twins and brews herbal teas. Mom lessened her pressure on me when I got together with Reggie, but seeing as he dumped me, I didn’t want to listen how I was a disappointment and a reminder of my dad, when it hurts already anyways.”

Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Jughead swallowed thickly. He didn’t expect any of it. She looked so perfectly put together and cheerful all the time. He reached and squeezed her hand.

“I’m sorry you had to go through this. My family sucks too. My father is an alcoholic and my mother left us when I was fourteen. And she took my little sister. I haven’t seen her since and I miss her very much. That is if it makes you feel better.”

Betty sniffled and chuckled “Not much, but thank you.” She looked at him with a shaky smile.

Her eyes were so green and beautiful, a soft smile on her full lips looked so alluring. And of course that was the moment when his stomach decided to rumbled loudly.

Betty giggled “Hungry?”

“Yeah. And I guess we can’t order a delivery in such weather.” He groaned and dragged his palms across his face.

“Well, I can cook something” Betty smiled.

“You do? I don’t think I have anything decent in fridge.”

“I’m food blogger, Jug. I make my living by cooking and posting recipies. I think I’ll manage.” She smirked.

“I’m that case the kitchen is all yours” he smiled at her in return.

An hour later Jughead moaned around a spoonful of delicious pasta, that Betty managed to make from scratch from his fridge and kitchen cabinets. She was quiet proud of herself.

“Betts, that’s literally the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”

She blushed slightly from his praise. “And you haven’t even tried my usual cooking, when I actually have everything I need”

“That a shame, I think I’d have a foodgasm.”

She giggled and he realizes he liked that sound more and more.

As they polished their plates, Betty took care of the dishes.

Jughead retreated back to the couch. When Betty finished doing the dishes she walked back into his living room, not that it was long distance, just a couple of meters. He had a row of bookshelves occupying a whole wall of his loft styled apartment. There were a lot of classics. A whole collection of Baxter Brothers series caught her eye.

“Oh, I liked these so much!” she traced the spines of books with the tips of her fingers.

“Yeah, me too. You know, my grandfather actually wrote the first draft of the first book, but he was an alcoholic just like my father, so he sold it for some shitty price and never got acknowledged.”

“No way!” Betty exclaimed.

They engaged into a conversation about books, mysteries, conspiracy theories and dysfunctional families and soon started to get along pretty well as they talked. Jughead discovered they actually had a lot of common interests. She was beautiful and intelligent. There was one question though, that made him restless.

They watched some festive TV shows that started already as it was going to be New Year tomorrow.

He cleared his throat and decided to ask the question that was nagging his mind.

“So... is it true? What you said earlier?”

“Huh?” Betty looked at him confused, they talked about a lot of things.

“That you faked it” he almost whispered looking at his lap.

“Jug...” he heard he sigh heavily and raised his eyes to look at her.

“So, that bad, huh?” he bit his lip.

“No! Jug, that wasn’t bad. I enjoyed it all the way, you just didn’t manage to... bring me to conclusion.”

“Fuck...” his head fell to the back of the couch.

“Seriously, Jug, have all the girls you was with come every time?”

“Yes!” He looked at her with big eyes.

“I think you should really learn how to recognize faking orgasms.”

“And would you teach me as a pro? What even was not right?”

“No, we will not go there” Betty said sternly.

“Why not?”

“Because you guys can’t accept constructive criticism and take everything too close to heart.”

“As if you have nothing to worry about” Jughead scoffed.

“What?” Betty almost jumped from surprise.

“What, you thought you are an ideal partner? I have some remarks too.”

“Unbelievable...” Betty huffed and rushed to the bathroom.

She examined herself in the mirror when a thought appeared in her head.

She left the bathroom and walked slowly to the couch where Jughead still sat.

“You know... we can try once more....”

He turned to look at her not quite understanding what she had in mind.

“You know... the sex thing. We can share our remarks, take them into consideration and try it again.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And how this would work?”

“You know. We are stuck there till morning at least, we have nothing to do and after it we don’t have to encounter at all. I know we share a class, but it’s not like we acknowledge each other’s existence very much before.”

He mulled over her idea. “I guess we could try it.”

The thought of seeing and feeling her naked body again was quiet tempting.

Betty grinned “Okay. Shoot your remarks first.”

Jughead rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. “Okay, first, and it’s not only you, what is the thing with turning the light off? Like... I can’t see you and I want to, it’s turning me on, I enjoy watching your naked body under me and maybe if I could see the expression of your face I’d do better.”

“Okay, lights on. Noted.” Betty nodded.

“Next. I understand that we are in the throes of passion and eager to move to the act, but you don’t need to undress so quickly. This could be a part of a foreplay, make it sexy.”

“So, you wanna a girl to striptease for you?” she lifted her brows.

“I don’t ask you to dance, but yeah, something like that.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s the main points, yeah. Maybe I’ll remember something else by the way.”

Betty exhaled, a little bit nervous as how will he took her remarks. “Okay, my turn. First, you were doing just fine right until the moment I said I was going come, and then you suddenly stopped. Don’t. Do. It. Why?!”

“I don’t know, I guessed you needed something like the last push.”

“No! No, no, no. Just continue doing it a little bit more and it will do. Don’t try to change something if what are you doing is good enough already.”

“Okay, what else?”

“You entered me too fast, like and eager teenager. And I wanted to savor the feeling, to enjoy it. Oh, and also. Were you waiting till I undress you? I can help, but I won’t do all the work, I’m not your mother preparing you for an evening bath!”

“Something else?” Jughead felt like all his sexual encounters were total failures by this time.

“Yeah, the main one. Were actually “writing” alphabet with your tongue?”

At this Jughead grinned “yeah”.

“I don’t know who like it, but I felt like copybook in hands of a first grader.”

Jughead’s grin fell.

“But you are an incredible kisser. Don’t worry, Jug, we’ll work with it, so you pretty mouth will be good not only with sarcastic quips, but with bringing women to bliss too.”

Jughead found himself blushing. Betty moved closer to him on the couch.

“So, on date we would have already been ready for the act itself, but in our situation I think we’ll need-...”

Jughead interrupted her by placing his hands on the sides of her face and connecting their lips.

The kiss started as slow and soft, soon Jughead was swiping his tongue on her bottom lip, begging for entrance, which she happily granted. When they separated for a moment to catch their breathes she whispered “this is actually good”.

They continued making out on the couch for a little while. When she was straddling him and his was tugging on her cardigan she leaned back a little.

“Bed?” She asked breathlessly.

“Yeah” he breathed against her lips, lifting her by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him and he made his way to his bedroom not parting their lips.

In bedroom he lowered her to the floor and she tugged his shirt from his body. He wasn’t muscular like Reggie, but he was fit, with toned stomach and strong arms. And Betty found herself loving his lanky figure even more.

Before he could undress her, she lowered her eyes “I still don’t feel really comfortable with the lights on”.

Jughead thought for a moment “What if we do this”, he switched the light off and then stride to the bedside table and switched the little lamp on. The room was lit up with soft light, which was quiet romantic even.

Jughead returned to her, his hands on her waist, her tugged her to himself and kissed her again. When they separated he could see the mischievous glint in her eyes. She pushed his chest, he lost his balance and landed on his bed. And then she began her show. Slowly tugging her cardigan from her shoulders, then the camisole. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and turned her back to him. She then started tugging her jeans lower, bending so he could have a proper sight of her perfect ass in lace panties. She then stepped out from her jeans and glanced over her shoulder while bringing her hand to her bra clasp. She made a show from removing her underwear too and when she turned back to him, she could see he was breathing heavily and his jeans were tented. She crawled on bed to him and straddled his thighs, her hands landing on his belt buckle. He gulped and reached for her waist while she was working his belt and pants, reliving tension, restricting his erection. They tugged his jeans off him together and then he was panting while she palmed the bulge through his boxers.

“God, I want you so much” he groaned.

She whined and tugged his boxers to let his impressive length spring free. Frankly speaking she was surprised last night when he wasn’t successful in their encounter while being so gifted in size.

He moved his mouth to her jaw, the spot behind her ear, along the length of her neck and lowered to her beautiful full breasts. He bit her nipple and she cried

“Aw! A bit more gentle, Jug”

He followed her instructions and in two seconds her cries transformed into moans and she was shifting her hips trying to grind into him. He continued following her as he descended lower and put his mouth to her core.

“God, you are so wet” he murmured against her heat. She wasn’t granted an ability to answer him as his tongue dipped into her folds. He remembered her remark about oral, “tell me what you like”, he asked. And soon, with her guidance she was meeting her first orgasm. Thighs trembling around his head, dripping wet and totally blissed out. And he was drunk on her pleasure, lapping everything she was giving.

She soon was tugging him by his hair, not able to bear anymore sweet torture.

When his lips met hers again she could taste herself on his tongue and this was so sexy. She wrapped her elegant fingers around his erection and he hissed in little relief.

“Fuck me, Juggie” a nickname slipped from her tongue.

He continued kissing her lips and neck while lining himself, and when he was finally entering her so deliciously slow, she felt already in the edge of her second orgasm.

This was so different from their first time and she didn’t want it to end.

He soon was fully inside of her, “Please, move”, she begged. He groaned into her neck and started moving slowly at first, speeding his pace up. Betty’s moans grew louder and more desperate.

She was enjoying it so much, never in her life, with neither of her partners she felt so good. Soon she was riding him, Jughead palming her breasts, his thumbs flicking her taught nipples, quickly bringing her to her second orgasm.

She met her third earth shatter orgasm with him pounding into her from behind, her back against his chest, one hand squeezing her breast and the other on her clit, bringing her to the edge, while her fingers were tangled in his curls, mouth under his jaw, mumbling something incoherent.

***

Betty blinks awake. This time she is cuddled against a warm body. Jughead’s warm naked body. As if feeling that she’s about to move away he tugs her closed into himself, spooning her deeper and nuzzling his nose into her messy blonde locks.

She can’t help but smile. She feels so peaceful and content on his arms, that it’s frightening. She hardly knew him two days ago and now she wants to spend all her free time getting know him in bed and out of it.

She turns around and he slowly opens his eyes. A sleepy smile tugging his lips.

“Hey..” he rasps.

“We must have fallen asleep” she murmurs tracing patterns on his chest.

He hums and pecks her forehead.

“Do you think the snowstorm calmed down?” she asks. She thinks it is, judging that she can see clear sky through his window, but she doesn’t want it to.

“I don’t care” he mumbles against her head with clothed eyes.

She traces his brows, the bridge of his nose, his full lips, studying his face. She suddenly feels such a rush of affection for this brooding writer.

He blinks his eyes open and smile softly to her.

“I don want you to go” he confesses.

Betty’s heart swells and butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Me too” she answers, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone.

“Let’s cerebrate New Year together” he blurts.

She is suddenly wide awake, sits in his bed, wrapped in his navy blue sheets.

“What?”

“Sorry, you definitely have plans already. It was dumb to assume you were gonna sit and wait for me... or someone, to ask you out.” He starts rambling.

“Juggie... I was going to attend this pompous party my best friend is going to, but I would happily ditch to celebrate with you.”

“Really?” His face expression radiates such happiness that she can’t help but smile widely herself.

“Really”.

“And kiss when the ball drops?” his smile becomes flirty, hands traveling up he bare arms, tracing her collarbones.

“Yeah, but I need to go home for a change of clothes”.

“That could be arranged.” he lays her back in bed, hovering over her, “but morning sex first.”

Her giggles soon turn into moans. He definitely remembered all her tips and remarks.

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Sacrifice Part 3

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It had ended in disaster, Jughead was in hospital, half the serpents went in to hiding, others killed, or severely injured. It left them homeless.

"If y/n could see us now," Fangs tried to joke, throwing a rock into the fire that burned before him. The Serpents remaining huffed.

"She would be proud we tried," Sweet Pea assured, patting the boy's shoulder.

"Ha!" he retorted. "Yeah, and in the process we've lost everything,"

"Not everything," one serpent denied. "Our loyalty still remains!" A few people cheered lightly.

"Yeah," Toni nodded. "We didn't let her memory go, Fangs."

He rolled his eyes.

"Trust me, her locker never lets me forget."

Her locker was decorated in many pretty flowers, pictures and hearts littered the ground and messed up door. Letters plastered. So full that the notes were spread out across two other lockers.

Sweet Pea sighed, looking down at his own attire. Jeans and a shirt with a black blazer hanging from his shoulders.

"Oi!" Someone called. "We got an hour till we got to go,"

The serpents nodded solemnly.

"You's gonna get through it alright?" Toni questioned, looking towards the two boys.

Sweet Pea nodded slowly.

"I-i'm gonna be alright. Just gotta--" He stopped. Just gotta what? Why was he making excuses?

"It's ok Sweets," Toni assured. "I miss her too."

Fang's hands tightened around eachother.

"I think we need to head to the memorial spot, i should be there early," he mumbled, getting up.

They all mounted their bikes, revving them up, before gliding smoothly down the concrete road.

-

The black clad Riverdale occupants surrounded the mahogany coffin, paid by Reggie's father. Tears leaked from almost every eye as they stared blankly at the long piece of wood.

Toni held onto Cheryl, her face drained of all colour as the coffin began its descent into the ground.

Fang's face was wrinkled in anguish and he openly sobbed, his ringed fingers curled into his palms as his chest heaves.

His little sister lay in the coffin, cold and dead.

Sweet Pea stood next to him, tears threatening to spill, but not quite. His hand lay on Fang's shoulder, offering any type of comfort possible.

His eyes trailed to the many flowers and pictures that lay beside the coffin.

One of which, showed Y/N in all her glory. Her face lit up like christmas lights as she stared into a lense. Her brother had laid a head on her shoulder, him too smiling at the camera. On her other shoudler, was Sweet Pea, his face turned into an over exaggerative frown, his chin wrinkled.

A small smile adorned his features.

-

FP stood infront of all the Serpents, his eyes surveying them all. He let his tie hand loosely around his neck, top buttons loosened and the serpent jacket proudly on his back.

"Y/N, a Serpent too young to have been taken." He began. "She died with pride, with honour. She died protecting what she loved most. Her family." His eyes met Fangs'. "And i think it's about time we honour her, the serpent way."

Cheers flooded the father's ears. A small grin creeped up on his aged face.

"Fangs, if you would step up here,"

Fangs looked at everyone, they all peered at him in return. He stepped up to the small platform reluctantly.

FP slithered a hand around his shoudlers.

"Let the ceremony begin!" He exclaimed, raising more cheers up into the air.

Two Serpents came forth, in their hands was a long wooden poll.

They stopped just infront of FP, in the middle of the circle of Serpents.

A few more Serpents came forth, shovels resting in their palms as they began to dig.

Fangs' hands tightened onto the leather fabric of his sisters jacket. He found comfort in the leather, he couldn't let it go.

They had finished the hole, and now they were refilling it, with the wooden poll inside.

When they finished, the poll stood in place, proud and tall.

They all waited in silence.

FP whispered in Fangs' ear.

"You ready?"

Fangs shook his head.

"FP, i can't do it." He admitted. "It's the only thing i have of her. Can't we use something else?"

FP sighed.

"It's the serpent way Fangs." He stated, "Y/N would of wanted this." He said. "Plus," he added. "That's not the only thing you have of her."

Her felt something fall into his pocket

"Don't open it yet." FP moved away from him, looking at him expectantly.

Fangs let out a shaky breath, taking a couple of steps forward.

When he stood behind the poll, Sweet Pea handed him a hammer and a nail, smiling at him.

"You got this Fogarty," he cheered, smacking him on the back.

Fangs nodded, honest smile on his face.

The serpents crouched down, entwining their hands to create a miniscule platform.

Fangs rested his foot on their hands, being hauled up so he was level with the top of the wooden poll.

His hands shook and he placed the jacket over the top, the leather almost slipping off before he stopped it.

He placed the nail at the centre.

After taking a few steady breaths, he smacked the hammer against the nail completely. Not stopping until it was completely embedded into the wood.

Cheers burst his eardrums as he was let down, his eyes wet.

Clapping began to accompany the loud shouts of encouragement. People slapping his back, as if to say "well done" as he makes his way to stand at the front of the poll.

Y/N's serpent Jacket hung from the poll, the sleeves lapping in the wind, the sun setting behind the worn down leather.

His eyes widened when he remembered the item that seemed to burn through his pocket.

He took it out, smiling at the little charm placed in his large palm. Memories flooding into his brain as he looked at the silver gift.

'See you later alligator' He remembered her saying. One of the last things she said to him

"For Y/N!" FP shouted, raising his hand in the air, hands formed into a serpent head.

Fangs grinned, looking at Sweet Pea, his large frame moving as his hand shot into the air.

Fangs peered at FP, who was staring back at him.

FP smiled sadly, nodding towards him.

Fangs' hand shot into the air, more cheering filling his ears to the point where all he could hear was a faint ringing.

They'd be ok...

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Jughead and Veronica accidentally doing a couples costume for halloween even though they aren't dating? (I'm addicted to angst and unresolved sexual tension lol)

Man, I loved this prompt, though I feel my writing was a little depthless because I try to stay under 2000 words (because if I don’t I start to waffle and I overcommit myself) but I could have gone on.

Note: I don’t know if anyone knows much about popeye these days. But I’m sure people have watched The Office so here we are.

——-

Veronica stands with flushed cheeks, hands resting on her hips where her black skirt starts but the waistband of it seems to feel like it’s tightening. She was annoyed. Her eyebrows knit in confusion and fuck Fangs, she thinks. Fuck him for putting her in this situation in the first place. She noticed Jughead from even before she hopped out of Fred’s old pickup. Archie didn’t even bat an eyelid but Betty laughed it off and said it was just a coincidence - a coincidence Veronica thought not. There was always an air of things going wrong in Riverdale that they all seemed to brush off as coincidences. Veronica thinks it’s nothing short of witchcraft sometimes.

At least Jughead wasn’t as true to character as she was, a smirk plays on her lips as she glares at him. He eyes her up and down while he leans against the front of Reggie’s house - Popeye smokes a pipe, she thinks to herself. Jughead has a cheap branded cigarette hanging from his lips while his cocky-casual stance irritates Veronica. But she adjusts the bust of her red shirt, then smooths her hands over the white collar - Olive Oyl may be pissed at the moment, but she looks good anyway and Veronica straightens herself out.

Her heels click along the concrete towards Jughead, taking a deep breath, she confronts him. “Why are you dressed like Popeye?”

“I’m not,” he replies through a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes you are!” she snaps, looking from his blue pants - not sailor style, he didn’t even make the effort. But the shirt… that was Fangs’. He was supposed to be the Popeye to her Olive Oyl. All he is now is the thorn to her side.

Jughead gives her a look of amusement, his cocky stance slackens a little when he notices Veronica’s hands on her hips again. “I’m Jim Halpert.”

Veronica scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. “What does that even mean?!”

“The Office, season 7? Jim dresses as Popeye.”

“Of course,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. The grin he gives her irritates her more. “That means nothing to me, you are Popeye and judging by the shirt that is oh-so obviously one I bought, you got it from Fangs.”

“Cheap purchase on my behalf, not that I expected to get a partner in crime along with it,” Jughead pulls down the oversized sailors hat on his head before taking a step closer to Veronica, brushing a stray hair from her eyes and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Veronica leans back, shock written all over her face and her cheeks creeping up hot. “I’ll have to thank Fangs later for ditching the outfit,” he murmurs. “Because now you’re dressed as my wife…”

Veronica’s torn between respecting Jughead’s absolute arrogance and feeling entirely pissed off at the situation. “I am not your wife!”

“You really need to watch The Office, Veronica. Pam dresses as Olive Oyl and she’s married to Jim.”

“This isn’t a ‘The Office’ matching costume, Jughead! And Olive is married to Popeye too!”

“So you admit we’re wearing matching outfits and we’re married?”

Veronica boils inside. Fuck Fangs Fogarty.

____

“Popeye?” Cheryl says, sort of bitchy, a hell of a lot entertained.

But Toni’s eyes graze over Veronica and her righthanded smile shows that she finds the situation hilarious. “And Olive Oyl.”

“Pam and Jim Halpert,” Jughead answers with a beer in one hand and his other smoothing behind Veronica’s back, before she can move (or slap him) she’s pulled into his side.

Cheryl’s face screws up, giving Veronica an incredulous look. “Unless that means you’re some sort of homeless Naval officer, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Neither do I,” Veronica says, shimmying her way out of Jughead’s hands.

Toni and Jughead both giggle like teenaged girls behind their glasses and Poison Ivy for the third year in a row saunters away.

“I really didn’t think you’d turn up in matching costumes,” Toni says with a laugh. “It’s cute, I like it.”

“We’re not in matching costumes,” Veronica replies curtly. She notices the quick tense of Toni’s jaw and the sideways glance she gives Jughead but he brushes it off.

“The whole thing is way out of my comfort zone,” he shrugs. “Slasher films are more my thing but I’m here to support my wife.”

Veronica rolls her eyes again and sips on a beer that’s too warm and too bitter for her liking, and quite frankly, not getting her drunk enough to deal with one Jughead Jones.

Toni’s name is called through the crowd, Sweet Pea dressed as Groot was the best thing this party had to offer Veronica so far and she smiles to herself.

“If this isn’t a foreshadowing, I don’t know what is…” Jughead’s breath trails along her neck.

Sitting somewhere between a quickened heartbeat and rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time, Veronica takes another loud, obnoxious sip of her drink to get a rise out of Jughead, but it fails when he doesn’t even notice, his eyes fixed on hers. “Are you trying to hit on me, Jug?”

His head rolls back and his eyes close, biting his lip at the same time that Veronica focuses on too much. “Well blow me down!” he laughs.

Veronica smirks, shoving Jughead in the chest before grabbing his hands and pulling him back. “Stop with the sexual innuendos and trying to palm them off to me as Popeye quotes.”

“Strong to the finish ‘cause I eats my spinach.” He leans in close again, brushing his nose against her neck. “I’m doing no such thing, Princess…”

Veronica groans. They can’t do this, not again. And especially not at Reggies house. Late night coffees at Pop’s when she’s working have too frequently ended in late night deep and meaningfuls at his trailer. Dinners at Archie and Betty’s too often end up in Jughead crashing on top of her sheets at the Pembrooke. It was too much, and she knows it hurts him just as much as it hurts her when they end up leaving each other in the morning.

Veronica’s heart drops a little when Jughead’s hands leave her skin. She follows his eyes as they follow a werewolf that walks past. “I need another drink.”

She’s stopped in her tracks when he reaches out to her arm, pulling her back. “Hey, hey, hey,” he stalls. “Tonight…” there’s a sigh that sings disappointment that Veronica can hear loud and clear.

“Tonight?” she challenges, looking up to him. The silence echoes between them even though the room is full of screams and music. He’s so close she can trace the freckles on his skin and smell the chewing gum between his teeth.

“We’re…” he trails off again. “We’re not you and me. Jughead and Veronica.”

“Popeye and Olive Oyl.”

“Jim and Pam,” he corrects with a wink. “Tonight we’re not us and maybe we can do what we really want to do.”

“Which is?”

Jughead’s snigger is almost palpable, he looks her dead in the eye, searching for something, she can feel it. “Maybe we can allow ourselves one chance to feel what we want to feel?”

Veronica feels out of place in a house full of misfits. The werewolf growls in the background with a beer funnel in the air and surrounded by a group of witches, Captain America cheers him on, a sexy nurse hangs off his arm and even though they appeared to be Popeye and Olive Oyl, the feelings bouncing in between them were all explicitly them. The reason they ate down the feelings was because of the fact that they couldn’t control them, and there was only so many times they could have this exact same discussion on repeat. Being in love was one thing, finding the right timing was a completely different.

Jughead’s eyes hold a sorrow in them, but it matched the feeling in her soul. She holds hands with him, looking up but unable to decide between arguing with him, or falling in deep. “Am I going to regret this?”

Jughead’s smile lands on her lips, chapped, sweet, soft. She feels like she’s home, she feels like two weeks was worth the wait.

She feels like this isn’t going to end well.

Jughead’s belt buckle catches on her skirt as he moves closer to her, his hands smoothing up the back of her thighs when Veronica’s breath catches in her throat a little. “Do we really have the guts to do this here at Reggie’s house?” she asks with his tongue tracing her lower lip.

He chuckles deeply, moving a nervous hand to his head and pulling on the sailor hat as if it were his beanie. “No,” he says with a glimmer in his eye. “Let’s go back to the trailer and the slasher films.”

They walk to the front door hand in hand, stepping out into the cool air.

Jughead ignores people calling out to them, asking where they were going, when would they just get together already… Veronica ignores them too, but the questions thump in her head. He kicks the driver’s side door before it opens with a loud creak and she jumps in beside him, heart racing with excitement, mind running with what was going to happen in the morning.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asks in the silence of the truck.

Jughead looks to her. “Popeye’s tough, right?” he asks with a seriousness. “Eats his spinach, it gives him super strength… maybe if I try that, you’d give me a chance.”

Undertones of joking with overtones of seriousness, Veronica looks away. “Maybe I will…” she answers, watching him start up the truck.

He leans in quickly across the seat, giving Veronica another kiss on the cheek that makes her blush and smile. “Can’t you see that maybe you and I will be perfect together, Princess? I mean, we came in matching costumes without even knowing it… that’s definitely a sign.”

Veronica bites her own lip, running her hands up and down her thighs, the thought of being with Jughead with the tv running and his hands on her skin making her scattered, making her calm at the same time. “A sign if ever i’ve seen one,” she whispers.

Jughead’s smile lights up the night. “And later, I’ll make a trip to Pop’s for a chocolate shake.”

She gives a sigh of relief with her hand resting on his thigh instead, “Oh, my hero.”

———

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Her initiation - Sweet Pea

Request - no Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader Warnings - maybe a little to the end slightly nsfw but not much A/n - Sweet Pea and read around 19 years old. 

Prompt - y/n is going to join the serpent’s can sweet pea stop her final task

Story You woke up, sometime in the night you subconsciously must have decided because when you woke you knew it was time to become a serpent.

You told Toni you wanted to when birdie an older serpent woman laughed “ if you wanna join the club, you gotta do the dance Serpent dance”. Toni rolled her eyes at her, “Excuse me, Serpent dance? It’s an outdated, sexist Serpent tradition. Tried to get it outlawed, but misogyny dies hard” Toni says with a hint of disgust. “what’s the serpent’s dance” you slowly ask, thinking did you really want to know. “you don’t want to know,” Toni told you, “yes, I do” you answer.

Both Toni and birdie point to a woman dancing on the pole at the stage. You watched the girl dance, looking back at Toni “tell me what I have to do” you say, Toni, rolls her eyes again “okay but pea’s not going to be happy about this”

Going to see fp Jones you told him you were serious about joining the serpents. He gave you a week to think about and if you still wanted to join he would organize your initiation at the weekend.

You had to finally tell sweet pea, at first he didn’t think you were serious about it but as the week went by he started trying to talk out of going through with it, “you don’t need to do this for me” or “baby, you don’t really need to do this your my girl so your part serpent anyway” he tried telling you.

Yes, sweet pea was part of the reason for joining, but the serpents were the only family you knew. Your mind was made up you were becoming a serpent.

Friday came quick, Fp stood over you “your sure you want this?” he asked you nodded as fp handed you the leash to hot dog. Like all serpent’s you need to do the four trials the first being 24 hours with the beast.

You took the dog home, he stunk and was barking but he wasn’t as bad as some of the others made him out to be. On Saturday you entered the Whyte wyrm handing hot dog back, kind of sad seeing him go.

The bar was full, you looked round to see where sweet pea was. He sat in the corner on a table with a blank look on his face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. This made your mind race, what if he hates you for doing this. What if he leaves you for dancing in front of everyone. Sweet Pea was known to be jealous and protective of you, what will he think once this night is over.

Fp’s voice got your attention, “tonight, we welcome a new member” the while bar cheered. Sweetpea included, although he still didn’t look happy. “but only if she can prove her worth and pass the tests” fp said though the mic.

Again the bar cheered some of the men wolf whistlings when fp said she. Your heart started to race thinking about the final challenge, part of you now didn’t think you could actually dance in front of all these serpents.

“y/n, come up here time for trial 2,” Jones said calling you onto the small stage. You took one last look at sweet pea who wouldn’t look at you, before walking on to the stage. Once you stood next to Fp the rest of the bar erupted, stamping their feet, banging their fists on tables. The roar could be felt in your chest. You weren’t worried about this task, you knew all the laws and had even help sweet pea and Toni lean them back when you went to high school, now felt so long ago. Once you stood on the stage with the lights on you and the crowd of angry serpent’s you didn’t feel as confident as you thought. Fp made the whole thing a real show like he did with every initiation and now all eyes were on you, making you feel sick.

“y/n y/l/n” fp shouted “what is the first law?” he demanded. “A Serpent never shows cowardice.” you said, your voice not loud or strong as you wanted. “what’s the second law?” Fp roared in your face.

You look through the crowd to the table sweets was sitting on, only to see it empty. Your heart and stomach dropped had he left. “If a Serpent is killed or imprisoned, their family will be taken care of,” you answer back in a low mumble. Fp looks at you frowned brows, “what’s the third law” he screams.

Out the corner of your eye, you see sweet pea. he was right at the front of the stage, giving you one of his amazing smiles. With a new found confidence your scream the words at the serpent leader. Before fp can ask for the next law, you take a step towards him, as though you were squaring up to him and scream the rest at him “the fourth law, No Serpent is left for dead. The fifth, A Serpent never betrays his own. The sixth and final law, In unity, there is strength.” you shout back. Fp looked at you with raised brows and an impressed look.

The whole bar all shouted “In unity, there is strength” about 3 times before fp silenced them “looks like our little y/n is halfway there bring out the tank” fp shouted, again the serpent’s all broke out in shouts and roars. They parted as Toni and Fangs carried a glass snake tank to the stage. Inside you see a large rattlesnake, you stirred at it feeling nervous. You had seen this done before, on more than one occasion but like the laws you didn’t expect it to be as overwhelming as it was. “task 3 retrieve the knife” fp said.

Looking at sweet pea, who nods at you to say do it, you smile. Putting your hand in the tank, the second you touched the handle of the knife, the snake bit you. Freezing stiff, the snake quickly left go, you pulled your hand and the knife out as fast as you could.

FP grabbed your hand with the knife in it, holding it up like a referee would to the winner of a boxing match. Sweetpea jumped on the stage and put his arm around your shoulders as he cheered with the rest of the serpent’s looking proud of you. Fp saw the blood starting to flow from the bite, told you to clean it up before you continue.

You sat on a stool at the bar, fangs Toni and some of your other friends all surround you as sweet pea puts a bandage on your hand. The all congratulate you for what you’ve done so far talking all at once.

Toni tells sweet pea he’s doing the bandage wrong, nodding for everyone to go without looking obvious to you so she could talk. “you know you can stop, you’ve proved enough y/n. Even if you don’t officially compete the four tasks you have earned respect here tonight” she tells you with a worried look in her eyes. “I have too” you hardly say back.

Your own look only matched hers you really didn’t want to dance but if that’s what you had to do, then you were going to do it. Looking at the barman “hog eye, get me a tequila” you shout. He comes over with two shot glasses pouring you and Toni one each. You down yours as Toni slides you hers “your going to need it” she says.

You turn landing eyes on Fp, he nods at you. Without words, you knew what he was saying, next task. getting up of the stool, you make your way to him. “y/n time for the fourth and final test” fp says his hand gesturing for you to come up on stage again. Taking a deep nervous breath you, get up on the stage.

FP was about to speak again when sweet pea jumped up too. “No!” sweets shouts “she’s not doing it, I can’t let my girl get up and do this Jones,” he says almost challenging his leadership. Fp groaned gripping the top of his nose, this wasn’t the first time a new members boyfriend wanted to stop their girlfriend doing the fourth trial. “look sweet pea you know the rules it’s the gauntlet and the dance” he said hoping sweet pea would drop it. “but you can’t…” sweet pea started only to cut off by your words “can I choose the gauntlet?”

Sweetpea looked at you horrified, while fp looked at you unsure. Everyone was silent looking at you and FP. Toni broke the silence “why not! Let her choose the snake dance is old and outdated anyway” a few mumbles off agreement came from the crowd. “no you can’t let a girl run the gauntlet” sweet said now in more fear of watching you get hurt instead of dancing for the serpents. He was being to think about letting you dance would be better.

FP looked over the crowd of serpent’s then to you “the fourth task must be completed, however, it’s ladies choice what she wants to do” he announced looking at you. You looked at sweet pea giving a small smile “like all serpent’s I chose the gauntlet” you say loud as the roar of the crowd fills your chest again.

Outside fp lined up the serpent’s making two rows. Sweet Pea grabbed you “look y/n you don’t have to do this please,” he begged. Fp heard him something about this reminded him of Jughead and how he wasn’t there to stop his son. Looked at you “y/n before continent what are you doing this for” fp asked getting a smile from sweet pea, who was now hoping his leader would put a stop to this.

You turned around and looked at everyone to make sure they were all listening. “I was 13 years old, homeless, no family, no money, sleeping behind trailers, when a group of serpent’s found me. Since then tall boy gave me a home” you said point to him. You had lived with tall boy until 2 years ago when you got your own trailer on your 17th birthday, a few away from his. “Hog-eye gave me my first job when I was 14, cleaning the bar so I could pay my own way” you continue your speech. You turn to fp, “Jones was the one to convince me to go back to school and hell I get a place in Southside high” you say raising your eyes at him, earning you a chuckle from fp. Next, you look at Toni and Fangs “at south side I made real friends who showed me what loyalty meant, all serpent's” now you face sweet pea. “a serpent also showed me how to open up again and know what it’s like to be loved” you say directly to sweet pea.

Turning to face everyone again “the serpents have been there for me, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for most of you. The serpents are a family and I officially want to be a part of that family, so I want to do this like you all have before me and proudly walk down the street and say I AM A SERPENT” you yell.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you felt, the lines of men all stood clapping. This wasn’t like the rowdy cheers before, it was a respectful clap. All in agreement to what you had said. You looked at fp and sweet pea, raising your arms to ask if this was happening. Fp nodded, nudging sweets into place. Once sweet pea was at the end of the gauntlet, Jones put his hands on your shoulders “final chance, you sure you want to do this” he asked. “yes!” you answer without hesitation. With that, you stepped forward letting it begin.

Most of the serpent’s felt uncomfortable and unsure, to begin with, most of them having an unwritten rule about never hitting a woman. Nearly all of them only used half their strength behind their punches. Tallboy and fangs both you knew could hit hard than they were right now. You were only a third of the way down the line when you asked yourself why didn’t you just chose the stupid dance. Even if they weren’t going full force on you their blows still hurt. your back ribs and head getting hit from countless different directions. You kept your focus on sweet pea forcing you to keep stepping forward. As you stepped in front of sweet pea, “that all you’ve got” you joke waiting for his final punch. Sweet shook his head “I can’t hit you” he said low, his head hung low. You wanted to finish, needed to “pea you can” you say breathlessly.

FP watches sweet pea, he can see the look in his eyes. Fp shouts over “well I think we can all agree y/n passed the gauntlet,” he told them all, giving sweet pea a wink. Sweets smiled and nodded a thank you to fp for not making him hit you. Toni came running over holding out a brand new jacket in your size, proudly handing you it. You put it on with a little help from pea as the gang all cheer you.

After a few drinks in the wyrm, sweet pea drove you home. He came inside wanting to make sure you were okay and not too badly hurt. “your crazy, I love you but fucking crazy,” he said cleaning a small cut on your cheek, kissing the spot after wiping it. He slowly starting kissing down your neck and along your jawline until his lips met yours. His kiss started slow and gentle, his tongue slid over your lips begging for access to which you grant. As the kiss becomes more passionate, sweet peas hands move up your body sending shivers through you.

You quickly stop, pushing him away so you can move. Sweets look at you confused as to why you stopped. He watches you grab your new jacket, before running back into him. “take this and go sit on the couch” you smirk at him. Sweet Pea looks more confused but does as he’s told. You come in a few minutes later, walking right to the radio, turning it on. “what are you doing” he asks still unsure as to what was going on in your mind.

You walk over standing in front of him, “well seeing as I may have broken a rule today, I think it’s only fair that I still have to do the serpent dance for you” you say in a sultry tone. Sweet Pea’s smile grows as he sits up a little “well rules are rules baby” he says with a smirk. You start to sway your hips in time with the music, sweet peas eyes following them. Turning so your back is facing him, you continue to dance shaking your ass at him knowing it’s one of the things he loves most. Teasingly you slide your jeans down swaying out them, leave you in your underwear.

You turn to look at sweet pea who liked and bit his bottom lip, his eyes memorizing every inch of your body. You continue to sway your hips and arms as your stir I to sweets chocolate brown eyes. After a minute or two he stands coming close to you “your my serpent” he says dipping his head to kiss you “you always will be” Without warning sweet pea picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He looked into your eyes “I meant it I love you y/n” he said kissing you carrying you into the bedroom.

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[certifiedskywalker]

Nest of Snakes - Jughead Jones

Jughead Jones has transferred over to South Side High; a known nest of snakes and your very high school. On his first day, you and Toni Topaz give him the grand tour. You find yourself taking a liking to him as you show him the community the Serpents can offer him.

(Following Jughead throughout his jounrey on the Southside of Riverdale thus far! Hope you enjoy!)

Home. The word seemed foreign to you. Riverdale had never truly been your home. It was merely the town you were forced to live in. When your parents moved you to Riverdale, you could remember the feeling of all the string you had tied to your true, your home town fray.

With those ties cut, you tried your best to make Riverdale a semblance of a home. It was hard, the first few weeks. Being the new kid in the decaying South Side High School was quite an experience. If it hadn’t been for Toni Topaz, you may have not made it through. Even in the midst of metaphorical homelessness, Toni pointed you in the direction of a sense of community. The infamous South Side Serpents.

The Serpents welcomed you with open arms, with the recommendation from Toni, and initiated you as a member. Soon, home wasn’t what you had thought it was. It was no longer your old town, it was a unruly group of snakes that protected one another.

It was difficult to imagine that, one day, you might be the one to guide another lost soul to the nest of vipers; but that day soon came.

“That’s him,” Toni said, popping up at your side as you pulled a book from your locker. You glanced as her and then the direction she was pointed in. Your eyes soon found the boy she was speaking of; lanky form hidden under layers of dark clothing with a shoulder bag across his chest. He was scanning up and down the halls, but, despite his movements, his grey beanies remained perched on his head of raven-colored hair. This boy was Jughead Jones.

“That’s FP’s son?” You asked, surprised lacing your tone. When people gossiped that FP Jones’ son had been transferred to South Side High, you had a mental image of him already in mind. “He looks...soft,” you said, glancing at Toni, “not like I imagined.”

“Am I detecting disappointment?” Toni asked, pulling you towards the lost boy in the middle of the hallway.

“N-no,” you stammered out, “I just...he’s not what I was expecting is all.” Toni let out a short laugh and continued to lead you over to the Jones boy.

“You look lost,” Toni said, catching Jughead’s attention. The boy turned to face the two of you, his light blue-green eyes wide with fear.

“I-I,” his voice trailed off as he took in your and Toni’s attire. His gaze locked with yours and you felt your breath catch in your throat. His features were soft, lacking the sharpness that was present in the faces of other Serpent family members. You both stared at eachother, Jughead already seeing you as wonderfully complex.

You weren’t the traditional Southsider. You didn’t look as hardened as Toni, or the other Serpents crowding the hallways. If you tried, you could’ve pulled yourself off as a Northsider, Jughead thought to himself. Maybe you would write on the Blue and Gold with Betty or share a milkshake with Archie at Pop’s. You, to him, seemed sweet.

Toni looked between the two of you, feeling a tension starting to grow. She cleared her throat and Jughead looked over at her, the fear melting away.

“Well, I'm Toni Topaz, and this is,” she gestured to you and you blushed with a shy smile playing on your lips. You stuck out your hand to Jughead.

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said softly. Jughead dipped his head as a greeting, and also to the hide the nervous smile on his face. When he looked back up, he took your hand and shook it. His palms were slightly rough, his warm skin sent little shocks down your spine.

“I’m Jughead, Jughead Jones,” he said, giving you a soft smile. He could feel himself fall into place; like, the moment your hands joined was the moment he figured out what he was missing.

“Oh, I know,” you said, feeling a burning blush enflame across your cheeks. “At the Whyte Wyrm, FP would go on about you. Your dad is a good guy, I hope he get’s out soon,”  you said quickly trying to recover any leftover pride you had.

“Anyway, we were supposed to give you the full animatronic tour of Southside High, but some of the robots went insane and started killing the guests, so, we'll just wing it.” Toni’s attempt to salvage the conversation made you smile.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Jughead said, ready to follow Toni as she led him down the hall. You fell in step next to Jughead, gazing up at him one last time.

“Welcome home,” you said with a smile. Jughead smiled down at you.

“Thanks,” he said, and you saw that he was truly grateful. You turned your head and sped up a little. As you moved, your hand accidentally brushed  against Jughead’s. The contact sent shivers down your spine and in that moment you knew, you could feel, that this boy would be the end of you.

“Jug, this isn’t like a newspaper article you can cut out. Becoming a Serpent is a big deal. When I wanted to be initiated, even Toni was worried for me. Are you sure you want this?” You worried your bottom lip in between your teeth when you finished. Your eyes traveled up to your friend’s face as he paced around his trailer.

“Yeah, Y/N, I can’t keep the peace if I don’t. My dad-”

“You don’t have to be your dad, Juggie,” you whispered, and the nickname caused Jughead to meet your eyes. Only Betty called him that; but it sounded more natural falling from your lips. Jughead closed his eyes for a moment, pushing the painful thoughts of Betty to the side.

“I know,” he said, shaking his had for a moment, “but something needs to be done. I can’t keep Archie from getting in trouble but I can help the Serpents keep clean. You can help me, so can Toni.” You nodded at his words, trying not to be distracted by the fact he was wearing a white tank top that clung to his form perfectly.

As his weeks at Southside High continued on, you couldn’t help but feel that there were feelings growing between you two. Longing looks were common, at least from you to him. Jughead was kind, too good for the Southside; but just what the Southside needed. He could make change and you loved that he could. In a way, you felt that you loved him. You just couldn’t admit it to yourself quite yet. Afterall, he and Betty had just broken up.

“I’ll be there,” you said suddenly, Jughead holding your gaze. “It isn’t going to be easy, Juggie. It will be painful. Sweet Pea will make sure of that.” Jughead let out a rough chuckle, making you smile weakly. He stepped towards you and grabbed your wrist gently in his hand.

“I know. Thank you, Y/N. You’ve made everything easier on me.”

“What are friends for?” You asked with a shaky breath. Jughead’s smile seemed to fade a little and you could tell, just by mentioning friends, his thought of those he had left on the Northside. In reality, Jughead was thinking how exactly you were his friend; and if he wanted more.

He, himself, had felt that, ever since meeting you, he and Betty hadn’t clicked like before. While he was beaten up over the fact she had left him out of the blue, part of him was a little glad. He wanted to explore the feelings he had towards you, whatever they were, but confidence seemed to fail him the moment he thought he could say something.

With one foot in the North and the other in the South, Jughead Jones felt like Riverdale was tearing him apart. The one person that made him feel grounded didn’t seem to care for him in the way he cared for her. If only he knew how you were silently begging him to kiss you and make you forget about everything this town had brought upon itself.

“It was painful to watch,” you said softly as you dabbed a damp rag against the cut on Jughead’s cheek. His winced when the fabric made contact with his skin.

“It was painful in general,” he said with a soft chuckle. You gave him a little grin and went back to dip the rag back into the bowl of warm water. “But thank you for being there. Even if you were screaming the whole time.”

“I was just worried for you,” you said, trying to defend your actions. You flashed back to the scream you had let out when Sweet Pea had decked Jughead in the face. Toni had to hold you back, but, eventually, everyone let you through to aid him.

“It was nice having you care about me,” Jughead teased.

“Why wouldn’t I care about you, Juggie? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.” You glanced at Jughead, who’s already bruised cheeks flushed a red. You set the rag down and let out a heavy sigh; unsaid words weighing heavily on your lips.

“What is it, Y/N?” You looked up and locked eyes with him. In his eyes, you saw the feeling you felt when you had first welcomed by the Serpents. Their was hope in Jughead’s eyes that you wanted that boy to hold on to. With all of the death surrounding Riverdale, even the smallest glint of hope in Jughead’s gaze gave you a sense of safety.

“I’m proud of you,” you said, “and I want you to know that, we need you. Despite my worrying, I’m glad you’re a Serpent now.” Jughead smiled and reached out, absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face.

You looked beautiful, sitting there next to him. There was an affection in your eyes that he had once felt for Betty. But now the preppy blonde was the farthest person from his mind. It was just you, you, you. Y/N L/N, the Serpent girl that had stolen his heart the moment he had walked into the snake nest of Southside High.

“Me too,” he whispered. His eyes held onto your’s and you felt yourself involuntarily leaning forward. “It makes this easier somehow,” he murmured before he placed his lips on yours. Your eyes closed at the feeling, melting under his touch. His plush lips moved softly against yours until you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hands reached to his neck, pulling him even closer.

“I,” Jughead started, pulling away from your lips, “have wanted to do that for a while.”

“So have I,” you said, feeling forward to peck his lips again. Your hands went to his head, brushing his beanie off his raven colored locks. With that last wall being broken, you and Jughead, both Serpents, became the other’s home. The rest of the night, you and Jughead caught up on all the time you had lost before. Sharing kisses and feelings that had been yearning to be spread since to moment your eyes first met.

“Be careful, okay? I need you, this town needs you.” You looked up at Jughead as you spoke. The sun was beating down, only burning more excitement for the impending drag race. While you weren’t pleased with Jughead driving in it, you were, once again, proud that he was defending the community that had taken him in.

“I will be, I promise,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed at the contact, closing your eyes in that moment.

“I’ll be cheering for you,” you said, backing away from the kiss. As you walked backwards, Jughead threw you a wink, making a blush rise to your cheeks. You turned and found a spot next to Toni. As you settled in, you couldn’t help but notice a blonde glaring daggers at you.

“That’s Betty,” Toni said, following your eyes, “Jughead’s ex.”

“She made her choice when she left Jughead alone,” you said coldly, “he’s with us now.” You gestured to the rest of the Serpents and Toni nodded; although a tinge of doubt stabbed at her heart.

“So that’s why you’re comfortable in the nest of snakes,” Archie said, watching as Jughead settled into his seat. “Who is she?”

“Her name is Y/N,” Jughead said, starting the car, “she’s not like the rest of the Serpents. She’s a member and she’s sweet. And kind.”

“You got over Betty really quick, Jug,” Archie pointed out. Jughead glanced at his friend, letting out a slight sigh.

“Betty made her choice,” he said finally, “and I have made mine. I choose the Serpents, I choose helping them. And I choose Y/N.” He looked out the window and saw Y/N smiling with Toni. Within the Serpents he had found his home. And it wasn’t Riverdale.

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[cosmicmadwoman]

Adam and Eve Chapter 11: Visitation Rights

The next installemtn is here! To read from the beginning: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11360046/chapters/26973768

Summary: Polly, Betty and Jughead meet Scott and our sleuths do some more digging.

Rated: M

Word Count: 4301

Betty gave Jughead the cold shoulder the rest of the night until they were in their pajamas and laying on the deflated air mattress. The blonde teen was on her back and arms crossed with her slitted into a leer.

“Are you ready to turn the light off?” Jughead asked, clearly not knowing what to say or do. He assured her that he believed her and would not make her see RJ again, but his girlfriend was still reeling and denying kisses and touches. That was the worst part.

“I don’t care,” Betty shrugged, her arms still crossed tightly.

Jughead paused. Maybe this was more than RJ and more than his momentary insensitivity (which he hates himself for doing, like that night in Archie’s garage) and about a big day they were having tomorrow; meeting their brother. They hadn’t talked about it at all really, and that was rare for them as they share everything with each other. Betty hadn’t spoken to Polly much either since she left her home, so all her thoughts and fears weren’t explored yet, they were just sitting and festering inside her brain.

“Do you wanna talk about tomorrow?” Jughead asked gently.

Betty noticeably relaxed her shoulders, but her arms were still crossed. Jughead turned on his side, propping his head up on his hand and observed her quivering lip.

“Was is there to talk about?” Betty declared half-heartedly.

The raven haired boy smoothed the hair on her forehead lovingly and Betty didn’t flinch like he thought she would, further proving his theory that she wasn’t upset with him specifically, but in general and was taking out on him. She knew in her heart that she was safe doing that with him.

“We are meeting our brother, tomorrow, Betty. It’s a lot to process,” Jughead said.

She shook her head slightly and a stray tear slid down the side of her face and into her hair and the pillow. She rolled over away from Jughead, but he wouldn’t give up. He usually was the one to push people away when he needed them most, and Betty seemed to have taken a page from his novel. He put an around around her waist and pressed his front to her back lightly, kissing the back of her neck that was bare because of her high ponytail.

“I love you,” Jughead murmured into her hair, “Talk to me. Don’t shut down.”

Betty took a deep breath and turned face to face with her boyfriend. His blue eyes were so forgiving and her heart hurt with love for him. What other teenage boy could support her like he does? Archie never could have been the rock that Jughead was consistently. A curl fell into his eyes and Betty moved it back gently.

“We share a brother. What other couples have that? How can it not change things between us?” Betty questioned urgently.

This felt like it was coming out of nowhere to Jughead. “I thought you didn’t care.”

“Do you?”

Jughead shrugged and kissed her forehead quickly, “Honestly, no. Sure it’s complicated, but you and me, together, that’s not complicated. We love each other.”

“You have to admit it’s weird,” Betty giggled.

“Fucking weird,” Jughead laughed too, and before they knew it, they were laughing in each other’s arms at the absurdity of life.

Polly called around 8:30 the next morning. Betty and Jughead were already awake, dressed and in the kitchen making eggs and hot chocolate.

“Hey, Pol,” Betty greeted.

“I miss you,” Polly said sadly.

Betty didn't want her to do this. Play the victim like she did so well; of course she’d been through so much, but Betty had to take care of herself too, and self-care was being away from that house.

“Miss you too!” Betty said shortly.

There was a brief silence before Polly continued, “Can you give me Jughead’s address so I can meet you guys? The cafe where we are meeting him is about an hour away, I looked it up.”

Betty recited the address, which reminded her that Polly had never actually been to the Southside, and compared it to how much that part of town began to mean to her. Unlike her mother, who felt trapped in the chain link fence, Betty found freedom from the weighted expectations of the Northside.

The sisters hung up after goodbyes and Betty sighed inwardly. She was so nervous, her heart was heavy and felt like it was barely able to stay in her chest without falling to her stomach, crumbling under its own weight.

“When exactly is Polly coming?” Jughead asked suddenly.

“Um, 9:30. Why?”

“I think I’m going to see my dad quickly. Just let him know where I am going,” Jughead explained, “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“If that’s what you want to do, Juggie, then it’s a good idea,” Betty smiled and brought him in close for a strong hug.

He nodded wearily and grabbed his jacket, putting his shoes on and grabbing the keys. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jughead wasn’t sure what had come over him to see his dad. He hadn’t visited since they were in deep with the case, since FP told him to leave things alone for his own safety. Which of course is the opposite of what he had done. He contemplated telling his dad about the Serpents on the ride over, but decided against it quickly, knowing how furious he would be. This visit isn’t about me, he thought, it’s about my brother. God, the words my brother felt foreign in his head.

Once he arrived, the attendant there ushered him in after signing paperwork, seemed surprised to see him. FP must not get many visitors.

When the older man rose his head to see whose footsteps were clunking down the hallway, he rushed to bars and smiled brightly, contrasting the heaviness and hardness of the bars surrounding him.

“My boy!” He cried happily.

Jughead just nodded in response and stood in front of him. FP was always an emotional man, and so Jughead wasn’t alarmed when he saw soft tears stain his father’s cheeks.

“I know I told you never to come back, but I really did miss you. What brings you here?”

“I wanted to tell you I’m meeting Scott today. Scott as in--”

FP interrupted, “I know who he is.”

“Crazy, huh?” Jughead awkwardly laughed after a loaded pause.

“If I had known, I would’ve stepped up, I want you to be aware of that. I was a shit father, I’ve had plenty of time here to think about that, but I would've tried to make it work. I wonder if you two would get along. Or if he’s like me… or her. If he looks like me, even,” FP rambled, then let out a breath when he was finally finished.

“He looks like you,” Jughead answered.

FP smiled briefly and went to his desk to grab something. He handed a piece of paper to Jughead through the bars, looking around to make sure the loittering guards had their backs turned.

“This is a letter I wrote to him. I haven’t had the guts to send it yet, but since you’re seeing him, well, maybe you could give it to him,” FP said, his voice small and hopeful like a child’s asking to stay up past their bedtime.

“Of course, Dad,” Jughead said. The man could be so pitiful sometimes. That’s probably why Gladys stayed as long as she did. Every time he fucked up he would pout and look like a broken winged bird, and she just had to piece him back together because, look, he was so helpless. And that’s also why Jughead still loved his father, despite leaving him homeless and taking up with a gang that he himself had gotten tangled into.

“Uh, thanks.”

“I should get going,” Jughead finally said, not knowing what else to do. He did what he came here to do.

“Of course, of course,” FP said, but Jughead could tell he was disappointed.

Jughead started to wave goodbye, but FP grabbed him through the bars and brought their forehead together as close as he could, the edges of their heads crushing into the cool metal.

“I love you, kid,” the older man whispered.

The son nodded and squished his face to keep back tears. FP released him when a guard rounded the corner and rubbed his nose on his hand. The men parted and Jughead went back to the truck, sitting in the seat, feeling the cool air fill his lungs, and didn’t start the engine. He pulled the crisp letter from his pocket and unfolded it. He shouldn’t be doing this, the letter was private between his dad and Scott, but he was a detective after all, and snooping into private things was like second nature.

Dear Scott,

I’m going to start off by saying I didn’t know I had a third kid but I already love you. And also start by warning you I’m not a good Dad, I try, but things are always a little fucked up when it comes to me. I don’t act like a good father to the kids I do have, so I don’t know what gives me the right to say this, but I would love to meet you. I can’t really comes see you, cuz I’m in jail, which is further evidence that I’m a total fuck up, but everything I do comes from a place of trying to take care of the broken semblance of family I do have. The people who will still have me, I like to think. Couple of guys from work and Jughead. I have done nothing good for him and he still forgives. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done and I’d like you to meet him sometime too. Maybe Jellybean, your sister, would meet you too. She’s a spitfire. Haven’t heard from her in a while though. Don’t blame her, really. I’ve always been better at being a ghost.

Maybe we can connect. On your terms, I don’t want to push anything. I would be honored to get to know you. My son.

FP.

Jughead wanted to smash the steering wheel and he had no idea why. Nothing was ever easy for any member of the Jones family, they were all sad and useless and broken. He hated being like this, hated that all he had to offer was a sad grimace and poetry about falling apart. He was done falling apart, done playing poor Jones boy. He felt like a fucking coward. Betty was a lion, she could take anyone down but… he still had a darkness that wouldn’t take over. He needed it to fuel a power. Power over his life that he never had before.

A text from Betty interrupted his thoughts and asked him he was almost done, not to rush him, but the clock was ticking. He started the car and bombed out of the parking lot.

When he got back to the trailer, Polly was waiting, leaning up against her car. She was 15 minutes early, obviously hyped up and nervous. There really wasn’t a way to prepare for meeting your secret long lost brother. Betty came outside shortly and hugged him fiercely.

“How did it go?” Betty asked sincerely.

“He gave me a letter for Scott,” Jughead said.

“That’s sweet,” Betty replied, reaching on her tiptoes and kissing his forehead.

“Okay enough PDA!” Polly shouted from her car, which she insisted on taking because Jughead’s looked to her like a death mobile, “let’s get on the road, lovers!”

Polly was talkative the whole hour ride. Betty drove, Polly was in the passenger seat, and Jughead lounged in the back seat. He didn’t get much sleep last night, they really needed to buy a new air mattress or something.

The cafe was almost identical to the one in Riverdale, but with more hipster inspired decor. Greendale was a mixture of NYC and Riverdale, if there ever could be one. It had actually mainstream stores, not just mom and pop shops, had a music and comedy scene, great food, but still managed to hold onto a small town appeal through unique shops and clean neighborhoods.

The three entered and the door hangings jingled loudly. It caused Betty to jump a little; she was already on edge. She scanned the seats at the coffee bar and the ones scattered around the shop, but a Cooper-Jones hybrid was nowhere to be found. They were about twenty minutes early, but it was because they were anxious, and they hoped he was too. The three found two couches in the corner with low lighting and sat there silently, all watching the door intently. When they finally let their eyes wander, the jingles sounded again and a tall handsome young adult with slicked back black hair entered, a more cleaned up version of FP Jones, really. He scanned the shop just as they did, and Polly waved jovially when his eyes landed on them. He quirked his eyebrows slightly, but smiled in returned and walked to them. He was wearing an expensive looking gray peacoat and he unbuttoned it when he sat down.

“Well, hi!” He greeted, laughing a little at the situation.

“Oh, give me a hug,” Polly smiled and got up slowly, embracing him when he stood as well. Her belly got in the way and she felt she had to address it. “I’m due in mid January. Twins. Yeah, it’s kind of a dark spot for the Cooper family.”

Scott shook his head and admired her stomach. “A child is always a miracle. That’s what my mom always told me. Well, children in your case.”

Betty got up to hug him too and Jughead shook his hand. He wasn’t much of a hugger, unless it came from Betty.

“This is my boyfriend, Jughead,” Betty introduced. “And… also your brother.”

The older boy’s head shivered like he was taking a double take. “Um?”

Betty laughed awkwardly, “Oh not, that came out wrong, he’s not my brother. Our mom had an affair with his dad in high school, and well… you came along.”

“This is a lot to process,” Scott said seriously, “Can we get coffee first?”

Scott moved to get up, not waiting for an answer and Jughead stood up with him. He handed him the letter from his back pocket, and the green eyed man took it slowly.

“It’s from my dad. Or ours. Or whatever,” Jughead shrugged and sat back down with a thud. The couch rocked underneath him. Scott just nodded and headed to make a drink order.

“Do you think we are too much for him?” Polly murmured to her sister and Jughead.

“We definitely come with a lot of baggage,” Jughead replied snidely.

Betty knocked him with her knee. They were still family, even though they had just met, they were still bonded by blood. He wouldn’t toss them aside because they’re like tarnished silver. She observed him read the letter by the bar where he waited for his coffee. Betty hadn’t asked Jughead what was in it, that was personal, but by the look on Scott’s face, he was very surprised but also unimpressed. The barista handed him his coffee and returned to the couch and sat down on the edge of his cushion.

“So, this FP guy is in jail?” Scott asked Jughead directly.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you heard about Jason Blossom, but he was a teen that went to Riverdale High and his father killed him over some argument about the family drug ring. My dad didn’t kill him but, he helped cover it up. He’s not a really bad guy, he just got mixed up,” Jughead explained.

“I think I heard about that in New York, actually. Pretty small towns with big secrets is always a popular story,” Scott said flatly.

“Riverdale is more than that,” Jughead began to protest, but Scott didn’t seem like he was in the mood for philosophical discussions. After reading the letter his demeanor had quickly shifted from welcoming to skeptical.

“Jason Blossom is actually the father of my children,” Polly divulged rubbing her stomach affectionately, “I didn’t know he was my cousin at the time.”

Scott sat up abruptly and clenched his fists like a cartoon character who was angry. His fist were flushed from clenching so hard, just like Betty would, but she didn’t see any blood trailing his palms.

“You’re kidding, right? This feels like a practical joke! Are you even my siblings? Like the things you’re saying are… they’re crazy!” Scott cried. People throughout the cafe started to attempt craning their neck discreetly.

“I don’t like that word,” Betty murmured, and Jughead held onto her hand.

Polly stood up along with him and put her hands on her hips like she was about to reprimand her future children. “I’m sorry we aren’t perfect and cheery but this is our life and I am offended that you would suggest that we are lying! Who could make this stuff up!”

“I expected we would sit have coffee, have light surface conversation, get to know each other a little but this… this is too much. This is crazy!” Scott continued, flailing his arms.

Betty shot up and got in between Polly and Scott, “Stop saying that word. We aren’t crazy.”

“This,” making a pointing gesture at all three of the Riverdale kids, “isn’t normal, I hope you know. This is crazy!”

Before anyone in the entire cafe had time to blink, Betty wound up and slapped him clear across the face. He held it and stared at her, her own intense green eyes now mirroring back at her with horror. He left the cafe immediately after that, not saying a word to anyone. They were promptly escorted out of the building and got back in the car, Betty in the driver’s seat again. Her mind was completely numb, she couldn’t believe she had slapped her own brother, but she warned him not to call her crazy. Crazy and perfect were like swears to her, she cringed at them the same way an old lady would cringe at fuck and shit. Both words were things she faked she was and wasn’t.

“I don’t think that went well,” Jughead murmured.

“No shit,” Polly said and rested her head on her hand as she gazed out the window.

“I’m sorry I fucked it up for you guys,” Betty said.

“You didn’t, Betty. He was an ass. I would’ve slapped him too, eventually,” Polly smiled affectionately when she turned to her sister and Betty smiled back. They held hands the rest of the way home. The Cooper girls always had each other.

They got back to the trailer around 12:45pm. Polly said her goodbyes, kissed her sister on the cheek, and went back to Betty’s childhood home. Betty turned to go back inside bit Jughead stopped her.

“Betty, I’m genuinely sorry it turned out like that. Maybe he’ll come around when he gets off his high horse,” Jughead offered.

“You know, I thought we abandoned him as a family, that we robbed him of a good life. Looks like he got a better one than we did,” Betty said.

Jughead chuckled at the irony and kissed her lips slowly. He hadn’t expected much from Scott really, he learned to not expect much from anybody, but Betty did. He imagined she concocted this fairytale ever after family with Scott, always seeing the best of everything.

“You know what would make you feel better?” Jughead said when he pulled away.

“What?”

“Some good old fashioned sleuthing,” Jughead said in sing song voice.

“It’ll take my mind off things,” Betty conceded, “So what’s the plan?”

“We hit up where Hiram Lodge was in jail and see if we can get someone to tell us who visited him,” Jughead explained excitedly.

“Seems far fetched, but we might as well try,” Betty said sadly.

Jughead hated seeing her like this. He opened the truck door for her and they went off.

Hiram Lodge stayed in a low security prison, so Jughead hoped they would be lenient with their records. The drive was only a half an hour and in the middle of nowhere. The judge wanted Hiram away from the city and away from his contacts, but that didn’t seem to make a difference, he still operated things from his steel box.

Betty reached for Jughead’s hand and kissed his fingertips lightly, just wanting to show him how much she loved him in the face of rejection. Her own brother thought they were nuts. She thought briefly about the labeling theory from her sociology class; if enough people tell you you’re something, even when you’re not, you’re bound to become that way. She thought she fit into that.

There was a parking space near the front, but Jughead opted for a further parking spot, the brightly colored old school truck was conspicuous.

“Are you going to tell your mom about Scott?” Jughead asked after he turned off the car.

“No. She’ll just say I’ll told you so or something like that. I doubt Polly will spill either,” Betty sighed.

Jughead rubbed her knee, “Hey, Betts. You already have all the family you need. And it seems like he does too. If he can’t see what honest, resilient and totally awesome we all are, that’s his deal.”

“I know, I know, but to have your blood think you’re not worth it--”

“You are Betty. Sure, blood is thicker than water or whatever old people say, but he doesn’t know you. How loving, passionate, driven and smart you are. And he doesn’t deserve to either.”

Betty smiled through emerging tears and hugged him over the center console.

“I love you,” she murmured. “I wish I could have sex with you right now.”

Jughead laughed and kissed her hair, “Me too.”

Betty leaned back and smirked, “We have some detective work to do, Mister.”

The raven haired boy returned the smirk and they walked inside. The reception area looked suspiciously cozy for a prison, with cream colored walls and a green striped rug in the center. Chairs were set up in different corners, one set surrounded a TV, likely used for visitors waiting to be called in. It was on and playing Judge Judy, which made Jughead giggle. Betty knocked him with her elbow and made him focus on the task ahead. The attendant at the desk was a robustly shaped blond woman and she opened her window when she saw them approach.

“What can I do for ya?” she asked the two in a thick, old timey brooklyn accent.

“We would like to see Hiram Lodge’s visitation log please,” Jughead asked with faux confidence.

The woman scoffed and looked between the two, “You jokin’, right?”

Betty stepped in, “Uh, no ma'am. My name is Betty Blossom, I am Penelope Blossom’s niece. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?”

Jughead cut her a look that screamed what are you doing!

“Oh, Mrs. Blossom, yes I’ve met her,” the attendant answered incredulously.

“The Lodges and the Blossoms know each other quite well,” Betty continued, “and my aunt sent me to keep tabs on him, to make sure he’s… on the right track, so to speak. She would’ve come herself, but you know how she is.”

This idea came to Betty while Jughead was talking to the guard and she couldn’t believe it hadn’t connected before, P. Penelope Blossom. P could have been Polly, but that was completely out of the realm of possibility. It could have been a random person she didn’t know, but the Blossom pen in his desk suggested otherwise. They were silly for coming here, the truth was in their faces, but she needed conformation.

“I do, Ms. Betty Blossom, she’s quite the woman. She was very nice one time, giving me a big tip once when I helped her spruce up after a visit. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear that about your aunt. Here, just a quick peek,” The woman said and she shuffled away to a cabinet in the back of the little room.

“So that answers our question,” Jughead whispered to her. “You didn’t tell me you had a hunch it was Penelope.”

“It just came to me. We should still check out the log though. Having an affair doesn’t necessarily connect to murder,” Betty replied quietly.

The large woman returned and held out a file with a few pages in it. “Just a little lookin’. I’m not really supposed to do this, Ms. Blossom.”

Betty cringed inwardly at being called Ms. Blossom. The pair scanned the pages and saw Penelope’s name, that was confirmed, along with a lot of other fancy sounding names like William Montgomery and Harold Van der Pol. Betty refrained from taking pictures in front of the woman, so they had to try to commit the names to memory. Nothing else screamed out at them, like a name like Hacksaw, so they thanked the woman and went back outside.

“Them having an affair doesn’t make them guilty,” Betty reiterated in the car.

“I know. It even makes less sense, because now what would be Hiram’s motive? He doesn’t love Hermione, so he wouldn't kill Fred for being her lover, right? Then it would have to be because Fred wouldn’t sell Andrews’ construction like Archie said, but killing Fred wouldn’t give Hiram the business, Archie inherits it,” Jughead thought aloud.

“Hiram would have to put the pressure Archie,” Betty continued. “Which I don’t think he has.”

“Things just don’t add up,” Jughead said.

“There are still things to discover, but we are close. I can feel it.”

#riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead #bughead fanfiction #sadly no smut in this one #multichap #adam and eve

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Hi there I noticed you write for Riverdale and I am in desperate need of some sick and delirious Jughead, maybe while he's living at school or homeless and caretaker archie and jug freaking out about what's going to happen next in his life because he's super stressed and Archie comforting him and telling him it'll be alright

(Hey anon! Thanks so much for the prompt! It was so much fun! Also, did I shove Reggie in somehow?? Yeah, I did. Are there like, 400 DEH references? Yes. Whoops. And I’m so sorry this took so long!)

Jughead never felt like he was a part of society. He always felt this disconnect, on the outside looking in. He told himself that he was fine this way, that being an outsider and standing out of the circle was the way he belonged, where he was meant to be. He prided himself in this. However at times, he wanted to step in, be a part of  something. He wanted to feel real, be a part of society and just be a regular kid. However, coming from a disadvantaged background, mental illnesses and his sexuality, he found it rather difficult.

Today, he felt even less in present, even more zoned out and real. Jughead didn’t even feel like he was in his own body, like he was in some strange trance and he wasn’t even in control.

And that was because Riverdale High turned off its heating after 7pm.

Naturally, of course, because high schools aren’t designed for teenage boys from the wrong side of the tracks to live in.

Of course Jughead wasn’t thrilled to be living in a school closet, but he wasn’t as upset about it as one might have expected. Growing up, his home had basically been so, a place where he felt stifled and unsafe. The school closet was the same, except the monsters wasn’t his family, rather, it was the biting cold that gave him this fever.

When the bells rung, Jughead stumbled into Science only to see a bunch of Freshmen sitting along. The teacher looked at him with confusion.

“Jughead? This isn’t your..”

Jughead blushed furiously and whipped around, not even saying anything which was even weirder than just apologising. His teacher probably thought he was high. He just couldn’t focus on anything; and he just felt so weak that he wasn’t even sure if he could make it to History (where he was meant to be) which was literally one door down.

He actually did, in a minutes time, when it should’ve taken a matter of seconds, and when he did, the teacher was glaring at him.

“Mr Jones..” The teacher breathed in, clearly cross.

Before he could continue Jughead’s breath was hitching as he turned his face away from the class and ducked into his elbow, sneezing twice.

“Sorry,” Jughead sniffled, suddenly growing aware of all the judgmental stares he was receiving. The silence was painful.

“Just sit down, Jones!” The teacher hissed, and Jughead began to make his way to his seat.

“Looks like the emo poster child of 2007 snorted too much coke this morning!” Reggie taunted, smirking, and secretly excited for Jughead’s comeback.

He waited in anticipation; but to his disappointment Jughead didn’t say a word. Hell, it seemed like he didn’t even hear him. All Reggie got was a harsh “Mantle!” from their history teacher. He just sat down and looked like he was in a daze, slightly swaying and heads of sweat collecting by his forehead.

Reggie raised his eyebrows, secretly concerned for the brunette, and discreetly kept glancing at him from time to time.

As the bell rung announcing the ending of class, the students began to pile out and head onto their next class. Jughead got up drowsily, his splitting headache causing him to squint a little. He felt so weak and lightheaded, his legs shaking a little with the cold and he felt just about like he was going to cave in.

“Jones!” The teacher called.

Jughead barely heard the call and stumbled towards his history teacher, and just barely missed Reggie’s concerned and worried glance towards him, before reluctantly leaving the room.

“Listen kid, this behaviour isn’t acceptable, you know that, but you’re clearly sick, and I’m letting you off the hook.”

“Of course sir I understand why you’re putting this on the system,” Jughead said feverishly, clearly not understanding what had just been told to him. His brain was turning to mush.

“Wha..? Listen kid, just..go to the nurse or something, you look really sick..”

“Forgive me sir, I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again,” Jughead slurred as he let out a small, dry cough into his fist as he began to stumble out into his next class.

He was shaking the next two classes, from how weak his body was, and from how cold he felt. No matter how much he tugged his denim jacket close to him, he couldn’t get warm and his shaking began to catch the attention of the other students.

Sometimes, he’d feel too hot, sweat dripping from his scalp, as disgusting as it was. But as he’d remove his jacket he’d start shivering like a mad man again. He honestly felt so horrible. He couldn’t even concentrate on anything; the teacher seemed to be speaking a foreign language despite being in Geography.

His headache was even worse, and as pathetic as it was it made him want to cry. He felt so awful, and the fact that he would come “home” to a sleeping bag in a freezing cold closet made everything so much worse. He wished he could at least stay at the Drive-In, where he had a shitty, but nonetheless, a bed. There was also a portable heater; which was something! Having a job also meant money, which meant he could buy medicine and soup. He mourned his loss as he rested his head on the table for the next periods.

“Yo Andrews!”

“What is it, Reggie?”

“Could you spare a minute?” Reggie asked, looking like his normal, cocky self but something in his eyes seemed odd to him.

Archie nodded, and walked with Reggie to the locker rooms where no one was.

Reggie looked around suspiciously, “Er–your friend, uh, Donnie Darko doesn’t seem to be doing too hot.”

Archie’s eyes widened, “What?! What’s wrong?”

Reggie shrugged, “Don’t know man, looked like he had a fever. Like, shaking and looking like he was about to collapse. He looked full on like a ghost when he walked in, sunken eyes and stuff. Listen, like, he looked so bad that even I’ve left him alone.”

Archie nodded, “I’ll go find him.”

He went off in a hurry, but stopped abruptly, “Oh, thanks Reggie.”

“..Yeah, it’s no problem dude.”

When Archie found Jughead, by his locker, he had realised Betty had found him first.

“Juggie! Do you wanna go get some hamburgers at Pops after school?”

“No, I don’t have any science homework Betty,” Jughead said weakly, one hand on his locker to support himself, the locker door shielding his face from Betty’s view.

Betty blinked at this response, his response literally making no sense.

“Wait..” Betty said suspiciously, closing Jughead’s locker so she could examine his face and gasped.

“Jug! You look awful!” She said in concern, reaching out to feel his cheek for a fever. Jughead meant to duck away, but his reflexes were too slow.

“You’re sick! Jughead, here, I’ll walk you home–”

Somehow, this one sentence got through the Jughead and he could actually hear it. Through his feverish mind, he suddenly got really emotional and he could feel tears coming to his eyes. He shook a little.

“No,” He choked out, lip quivering and entire body racked with shakes, like he was some epicentre of an earthquake.

Betty bringing up going home was like an icy cold shot to his heart, because there was no home to go home to. In fact, there was never a home to begin with. The school closet was stifling and ridiculously cold; and his family home was equally as stifling and cold. He had nowhere to go.

‘I have nowhere to go,’ Jughead thought over and over again. It was like some mantra being imprinted onto his mind, getting louder and louder, clashing with his agonising headache, making it all the more painful.

He could see himself sleeping at the closet tonight, cold and alone, shivering as his fever nightmares came to haunt him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Jughead choked as he suddenly turned away, walking away quickly, too weak to run.

“Jug?!” Betty exclaimed worriedly as the boy disappeared, frozen and unable to follow him.

Archie then started to run after him, and followed him until Jughead retreated into the school closet which left him confused and dumbfounded.

Jughead’s chest felt so tight, he couldn’t breathe and he was too hot and too cold. He was shaking ferociously, unstable and and panting out, trying to get some air into his lungs but he just couldn’t breathe. He put a hand to his chest, trying to somehow stop this panic attack but couldn’t.

His breathing was shallow and far too rapid, he leaned his head against the wall and pulled at his hair in desperation, for it all to stop. He began to sob, not even caring about how pathetic and stupid the sounds he was making sounded.

Archie stepped into the closet, and first laid his eyes on his crying and panicking best friend, which was a huge blow to his heart. Then, he suddenly took on his surroundings, seeing Jughead sitting on a sleeping bag, surrounded by a huge bag, various books and other things, the whole scene looking like a makeshift home.

Suddenly, Archie realised that it was a makeshift home. His heart shattered just there.

Words failed. There was nothing he could say. He couldn’t think of anything to say; his whole body racked with various emotions. Anger at himself for not even noticing that Jughead was drowning, not even realising that his friend was falling apart, for letting Jughead get to this stage.

“Jug,” He said pathetically, kneeling down next to Jughead and carefully laying a hand on him.

“Is this okay?” He asked kindly.

Jughead could only nod slightly and then Archie had his arms around him.

“Hey, I know this is hard but try to copy me. Take as much time as you need,” Archie then proceeded to breathe in and out slowly, coaxing Jughead to do the same. Eventually, the boy started to calm down slightly.

Jughead weakly rested his head on Archie’s shoulder and sniffled, “I d-don’t know what to do Arch..I’ve got nowhere to go..”

Archie’s heart broke, “Jug..how long..?”

“I’ve been here about two weeks; but I’ve been..living at the Drive-In for about 5 months..”

“Since June?! Fuck, Jug why didn’t you tell–” Archie suddenly froze as he realised what this meant. July 4th weekend, Jughead and Archie were meant to go on a road trip. Presumably, Jughead was going to tell him. Archie failed; he failed so hard.

“…Arch..” Jug called out weakly.

“J-Jug, I-I’m so sorry..”

Jughead shook his head, snuggling close to his best friend, letting his guard down, feeling so unwell.

“Archie, its not your fault.”

Archie felt the heat radiating off of Jughead, frowning when he felt his forehead.

“I don’t have a home, Archie. I never had a home. You know, I used to think it’s because of some string of unfortunate events, some horrible coincidence..But Arch, it’s not that, isn’t it?” Jughead slurred feverishly.

“..It’s because I deserve it, right Archie? This is what I deserve,” Jughead said softly, completely shattering Archie’s heart.

“You’re coming home with me,” Archie said firmly.

“..wh..?”

“And you’re staying with us until you can find a better home, and if we’re the only home you can get, you’re staying with us.”

“..Arch, I can’t..”

“Yes you can Jug, this is something you deserve. It’s a fucking right to have a home, Jug, not a privilege. You are coming home,” Archie said firmly.

Jughead shook his head, “Archie, I don’t want to impose..”

Archie shook his head and picked Jughead up, no problem, he was nothing compared to the blocks of concrete he carried for his father the past summer.

“I owe you this, Jug,” Archie said firmly.

Jughead squirmed, “You don’t owe me anything–and you are not carrying me out in front of the whole school!”

“The only thing that matters to me right now is you,” Archie said quietly, carrying Jughead out, along with his bag of things out of the closet and out of the school gates.

There wasn’t much people; many had left already, except Reggie Mantle.

“..ah, fuck,” Jughead muttered, and was surprised to find there was no taunting nature in the boy’s eyes, only soft concern.

“..Dude, uh, don’t die,” Reggie said awkwardly, quickly turning away from them.

Jughead chuckled softly as they left the school, “..so, lesson of today is: Reggie Mantle isn’t as much of an asshole as one would assume.”

Archie laughed, “He really isn’t, Jug.”

Jughead sighed softly, unable to keep himself awake as he drifted into a sleep. Despite being walked by Archie, and also being on Archie’s back, it was the most comfortable sleep he’d had in quite a while.

When Archie got into the house, he quietly closed the door behind him and gently set Jughead down onto the couch. He spared a glance at him momentarily, then turned on his heel to the kitchen, when his father stepped in.

“Hey Arch–oh?” Fred exclaimed in confusion at the sick Jones boy on his couch.

“Dad, we have to talk.”

Fred frowned as he made his way over to the younger, sleeping teenager and felt his forehead, surprised at the heat, “Damn, this isn’t good. Here, let’s talk in the kitchen.”

As the two made their way to the kitchen, Archie turned to face his dad with a serious, yet almost desperate look on his face.

“Dad, Jughead’s homeless and he has been since June. His dad..just keeps letting him down. He’s been living in the school closet for god’s sake, which is how he managed to get himself sick.”

Archie smiled softly, “There’s not a day that goes by where I’m not so grateful I have such loving parents. While mom isn’t here, I know she loves me. And you? I owe so much to you dad. I don’t know what I’d do without such a nice family..and to think that many don’t have that..especially my best friend who deserves the world..”

“..and it’s only right that he should have one too. I know what you’re trying to say, Arch. Yes, he can stay. As long as it’s under my control, he can stay for as long as he likes.” Fred smiled softly, causing Archie to light up with delight.

Fred sighed, “FP..isn’t the greatest man, but he tries. Jughead does not deserve what he’s got, I’ve seen it since he was a little kid playing with you Archie. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to act on it.”

Fred patted Archie’s back with pride, “Im so glad that you were able to recognise that, Archie, that you acted so quickly because you saw an injustice, and wanted to fix it. I’m so proud.”

Archie sighed, “You really shouldn’t, I wasn’t as fast as you’re making it out to be. I..failed him numerous times, dad.”

“No you didn’t,” Jughead croaked out, standing by the doorway.

“Jesus, Jug!” Archie exclaimed in concern, Fred coming to Jughead’s side to support him as the boy looked like he was about to collapse.

“C'mon Jug, let’s get you to bed..” Fred cooed softly, wrapping an arm around the sickly, pale boy.

“..W-wait. A-arch, you didn’t fail me. These past few months..it’s like, fuck, I can’t believe I’m quoting a fucking musical, but like I’ve been waving through a window. Hoping someone could hear me, see me, whatever. Archie, you’re the first to wave back, and that’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“..Still Jug, as your resident Blood Brother I should’ve been there for you more, waved back earlier so you didn’t have to be in this much pain,” Archie said guiltily.

“..Well, you can make up for it by helping me get him up to your room and looking after him,” Fred suggested, smiling at his son warmly.

Archie finally smiled, chuckling lightly as he helped his father with Jughead up the stairs.

“You can sleep in my bed for now,” Archie said quietly, as to not worsen Jughead’s headache.

“Like when we were kids and you couldn’t sleep because you found Indiana Jones too scary?“Jughead teased, able to be his snarky self despite his fever, a sure sign that he wasn’t too bad.

”..Those snakes were terrifying!“ Archie protested, shuddering at the thought of those terrifying beasts.

Jughead chuckled, coughing a little, his chuckles sounding a little hoarse and congested.

Archie pulled the covers up, fluffing the pillows and tucking him in. Jughead raised his eyebrow.

“You gonna read me a bedtime story now, mama?” Jughead mocked, although there was nothing but fondness in his voice.

Archie smirked, sitting down at the edge of the bed and pulling on a funny voice, “Once upon a time there was this jackass called Jughead, and this great, wonderful, dashing knight called Archie..”

Archie went on with his shitty story for the next minute, and when he looked back at his best friend, he was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful; for the first time in so long. He smiled fondly, hoping that he could add in some much needed sunshine into Jughead’s life. He deserved it more than everything; and Archie would try as hard as he could so that he would.

#jughead jones #archie andrews #riverdale #qp jarchie #sickfic #prompts #fred andrews #did i actually write a prompt in a day?? #holy shit i did #fever

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Stressed- Bughead fanfic pt 5

Read the first four parts on AO3

“What did you do Elizabeth?” Her mother was staring in horror. Betty looked down to see her hands stained red. She looked around frantically, her friends were all standing in a circle around her, looking at her with terrified faces.

“Looks like she finally snapped” Cheryl said with a sneer

“I should’ve known after what she did to Chuck.” Veronica said

“I guess crazy does run in the family” Archie added

“I didn’t think she had this in her.” Kevin was looking at her with wide eyes. Betty kept spinning in a circle. Each of her friends adding their own comment. She tried to ask what had happened, she tried to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth.

“Betty, how could you?” Polly had tears streaming down her face. Betty tried to get to her sister, but she suddenly couldn’t move. Then Jughead came and stood right in front of her. He was looking at her like he could barely stand the sight of her. The distaste was clear in his face. Jughead didn’t say anything to her. He just shook his head and turned his back on her and started walking away. Betty watched him go, trying to yell after him, every step was like a knife to her heart.

“Jughead!” Betty woke up with a yell. She was breathing heavily and sweating from her nightmare. Betty sat up, it was dark, but she could tell that she wasn’t in her room. Her breathing picked up even more as she tried to figure out why she wasn’t in her bed.

Suddenly, Jughead was there, gathering her into his arms and assuring her that it was okay. Betty held onto him tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of him and allowing it to calm her down.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. I’m here, you’re okay.” Jughead kept up a soft continuation of reassurances. His hands were smoothing across her hair and rubbing her back.

“Juggie” Betty melted into his embrace, her heart slowly stopped racing and her breathing evened out. “Where I am? What’s going on.”

“You’re at Archie’s” Jughead responded

“Am I still dreaming?” Betty asked, not sure why else she would be at Archie’s with Jughead.

“No” Jughead said with a soft laugh, he pulled away from her slightly to turn on the light. Betty looked around to see that she was indeed in Archie’s room. She looked at Jughead and found him looking at her with concern. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he was missing his usual beanie. Betty looked at the clock and saw it was 2am and realized that Jughead been sleeping.

“Jughead, why am I here?”

“You don’t remember?” Jughead furrowed his brow

“Umm” Betty searched back in her memory, “we went to see my sister and then I didn’t want to go home. So you brought me over to Archie’s to sleep.” Betty breathed a sigh of relief as all of the pieces fell into place. “I must’ve been so tired I don’t even remember falling asleep.” She said with a laugh, but stilled when she saw a dark look pass across Jughead’s face. “Juggie?” She reached up and smoothed his wrinkled brow.

“You don’t remember because you fainted…” Jughead said after a few moments.

“I did?” Betty asked

“Yes, in the middle of a conversation...god you scared me Betts.” Jughead cupped her face with a pained expression on his face.

“I’m sorry” Betty hated the look on his face and hated that she had put it there. She thought about how terrified she would be if Jughead passed out suddenly. She couldn’t even imagine.

“You don’t have to apologize, just promise me you’ll never do that again?” Jughead practically pleaded with her.

“I won’t” Betty promised immediately, she would do anything to make him stop looking at her like that.

“Good, we can talk more in the morning, but for now you should get some more sleep.” Jughead started to get off the bed but Betty frantically grabbed his arm and held tight. Jughead looked at her in concern. “What’s wrong Betty?”

“Please, don’t go.”

“I’m just going over there” He pointed at the air mattress on the floor, but Betty shook her head vehemently,

“Please stay” She asked, suddenly terrified to be alone.

“Okay” Jughead nodded, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Your nightmare” Jughead prodded

“No” Betty said firmly. “I just want to cuddle with you and go to sleep”

“I can support that” Jughead gave her a small grin, but his eyes were filled with worry. Jughead laid down on his back and Betty curled up at his side, her head on his chest. Jughead turned the light off and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Betty sighed in contentment and fell asleep to the sound of his heart.

Betty woke up alone. It took a few seconds to remember where she was and why. She immediately missed Jughead’s presence, but when she looked at the clock, she realized why he was no longer with her. It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Betty was shocked that she had slept for so long. Normally, she wasn’t able to sleep past 10 in the morning. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she stood up, noticing that she was still in her sweater and jeans from yesterday.

Betty walked over and opened the drawer where she knew Jughead kept his clothes. She pulled out one of his “S” t-shirts and sweatpants and changed into them.

Running her hand through her hair, Betty made her way downstairs. She had no idea where her hairband went and she knew her hair was a tangled mess, but there was nothing she could do about it. Betty stopped in surprise at the bottom of the stairs. Jughead, Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Polly were all sitting in the Andrew’s living room. They stopped talking and looked her as she entered the room. Jughead stood up and came over to her.

“Hey Sleeping Beauty” He said, giving her a small peck on the lips, “Nice clothes” He said in a whisper, giving her a wink. He took her hand and led her over to the couch.

“Hey guys” Betty said, looking around at her friends and her sister, “What’s going on?”

“An intervention, that’s what.” Veronica said

“What?” Betty looked around in confusion

“Betty, we want to make sure that you are taking care of yourself.” Polly said gently, “We want to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.” Betty suddenly had a flash of her nightmare, surrounded by her friends bombarding her. She knew that this time they were offering her support, but she still felt suffocated and overwhelmed.

“Hey” She felt a warm hand squeeze her shoulder. She turned to look into Jughead’s understanding eyes. “We aren’t judging you or criticizing you. We just want to let you know that we are all here for you.”

“We care about you.” Kevin added

“We’d do anything for you Betty, you can lean on us for support anytime.” Archie said.

“Thank you guys.” Betty’s eyes were filled with tears. She was still feeling overwhelmed, but now it was for different reasons. She was overwhelmed at the amount of support and love that she was feeling from her friends.

“But we can’t help you if you don’t ask B.” Veronica pointed out “So we need need you to trust us enough to tell what is going on with you.”

“Okay, I’ll promise if all of you promise to do the same. I’m tired of all of the secrets and lies in this town. The least we can do is keep those things out of group.” There was a chorus of ‘I promise’. Betty nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Okay, well how about I whip up some of Kevin’s famous nachos and we marathon The Office” Kevin suggested.

“Sounds good to me” Veronica replied

“You had me at Nachos” was Jughead’s response.

“Here, I’ll help you” Archie stood up and led Kevin into the kitchen.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Jughead asked Betty when they had left.

“Sure” Betty followed him back up to Archie’s room. Jughead shut the door behind them and sat down on the bed next to Betty. “What’s going on Juggie?”

“I just…” Jughead let out a heavy breath and looked at her with tormented eyes. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I didn’t notice what was going on with you. I was so caught up in my own thing that I didn’t see it…”

“Jughead don’t be ridiculous” Betty stared at him in shock. “You have been going through so much recently with your dad and finding a place to live.” “Exactly, I’ve been so focused on my issues that I didn’t notice what was going on with you.”

“Yeah well I was so focused on finding Jason’s killer and what happened with my sister that I didn’t even realize you were homeless.” Betty said slightly bitterly. She hated that he had gone through all of that on his own.

“I didn’t want you to know.” Jughead said looking away from her.

“And I didn’t want you to know that I wasn’t sleeping because I was paranoid.” Betty replied.

“I guess we are both pretty good at hiding things.” Jughead admitted, looking back at her curiously.

“I meant what I said down there, about telling the truth. This isn’t going to work with us if we can’t be honest with each other. I think we have proven that we are strong together. So I need you to promise me that you will trust me enough to always tell the truth, no matter what. And I will promise to do the same.”

“I promise” Jughead said immediately.

“Good, I can’t have a boyfriend who isn’t honest with me.” Betty smiled as she said the word out loud for the first time, enjoying Jughead’s look of surprise and happiness upon hearing her say it.

“Well, then I guess I better start now.” Jughead sighed and took her hand. “Come on, there is something I have to tell everyone.

#bughead #riverdale #jughead jones #betty cooper #jughead x betty

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Homeless and Jobless

Jughead Jones x Reader

I hope everyone’s seen the latest Riverdale episodes cause I don’t want this to spoil anything for anyone. Enjoy!

Sitting beside Jug and Betty as Jug, ranted about twilight being closed down leaving him out of a job, Veronica and Kevin sitting across from us. I felt bad for him not because he’s my boyfriend but for anyone who loses their job, none of us actually know much about Jugs living situation it’s something he doesn’t talk about and over time we’ve came to accept that.

“What about looking for something else?” I spoke up trying to help him see that there’s always other options.

“Y/N, your parents have money, you have everything so you don’t have to work” Jug, snapped at me, leaving not only myself but everyone else in the booth gobsmacked. No one said anything but I got up to leave anyway, raising my hand slightly to stop the girls who were half way out of the booth from following after me.

It was still light out so I decided to head for sweet water river because I really can’t handle going home right now. Listening to my parents argue all night long, I’m not sure what their arguments are always about but ever since Jason Blossom died they’ve been arguing a lot more than before. I know going to the river isn’t the best idea given that it was just revealed to us all that Jason, was murdered here a few months ago now.

I felt cautious being back here there was no doubt in my mind it was someone in Riverdale that murdered Jason but maybe the person who done it has a list of people who they don’t want around anymore. I felt silly for thinking these things but paranoia was taking over and these thoughts about anything to do with sweet water river will always be in my head.

I sat watching the sun set so it’s fair to say I’ve been here for a fair few hours too numb to move from earlier events at the diner and the wind that had picked up along with the grey clouds now surrounding the sky. Hearing a faint sound of something snapping made me paranoid that someone was here, looking in all directions there was no one to be seen. Until a rock was gliding over the water, turning back around I was a little relieved but mostly angry that they sent him after me.

“I’m sorry” Jughead, spoke now standing directly behind me, turning back to the sun set, I didn’t want to hear his apologies right now. “I fucked up. I should never have spoken to you like that” He sighed and I knew he was fixing the beanie on his head as he spoke, it was something he done often when he was nervous but also out of habit. “I don’t want to ever speak to you like that but I was upset and angry and it’s not an excuse but you know I would never speak to you like that” He carried on trying to justify his outburst. I had already forgiven him the second he spoke because I know he never meant it and he’s never spoken to me like that ever but I wanted to hold out a little longer on him.

“Fuck it” He mumbled, coming to kneel down in front of me. “I fucking love you and if I have to grovel for days, weeks even months I will” I smiled slightly but quickly tried to hide it, failing miserably. “Is that I smile I see” He smiled back at me, taking both my hands in his. “Maybe” I muttered, my own smile returning. “I love you too by the way” Looking up to him properly, seeing the glistening of his eyes and a smile as big as the suns. Grabbing his face in my hands I gently placed my lips onto his always plump and inviting ones, a drop of rain landing on my cheek as we both pulled apart. The heavens had opened up and within seconds both of us were soaked. “How romantic are we getting” Jug, joked taking my hand in his as we ran our way towards what I could only assume to be twilight the harsh rain making it difficult to see while running.

Finally in the shelter of the movie room, it was weird seeing the roles of films either hung up or in cabinets and one in the stand that was played last night. “Juggie, who’s is the bed?” I asked, hanging my jacket over an old chair, looking around at the things that are already here. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes to know it all belongs to Jughead. “Jug, no” I gasped, finding a few of his plaid shirts that he ties around his waist. Turning to face him, his face held no emotion, arms crossed over his chest, just staring at one another. “Now you know homeless and jobless”. Shrugging trying to joke about the situation he’s in, my heart felt like it was literally breaking for him. “Juggie” I sighed, closing the space between us, engulfing him in a hug. Resting my chin on his chest, I looked up seeing the small sparkle still evident in his eyes even with him losing his job and the place he lives. “I wish you would have told me sooner” I couldn’t even be angry with him over this because I understand why he never told us but I really wish he would have. “I’ll figure it out” Smiling down at me, his hand rubbing circles on my back as we stayed in our embrace. “We’ll figure it out” I corrected, kissing his clothed chest.

#riverdale #jughead jones #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #pops diner #twilight #homeless #jobless #imagine

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Prompts: 1. Betty apologizing for missing the last screening (and maybe finding out about Juggie being homeless). 2.Or her finding Juggie on the way to her meeting with archie in the first ep and finding out about archie cancelling the roadtrip. 3. Them getting stranded somewhere (researching or visiting Polly) and having to spend the night together. (Thanks for writing for this ship :))

Also on AO3.Went with the last prompt.

This was terrible. Alright, no, he was being dramatic. This was, honestly, anything but terrible. But it was also pretty damn terrible, at the same time. Was he making any sense? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care, because all he could think about was the fact that there was one bloody room left in the motel and one bed in the room and not even a couch and he would have to share said bed with Betty freaking Cooper. And listen, that wasn’t bad, really.

Betty Cooper was an amazingly beautiful female, and a female that he had had a crush on for a glaringly long time now. Which was what the problem was, really. Because how was he, Jughead Jones III, supposed to share a bed with the brilliantly beautiful Betty Cooper and not wake up all…embarrassed and flushed?

Yeah, he didn’t know, either.

Which is probably why he was staring at Betty like she was nuts, since she had just asked him if he was going to get into the bed or not. He can’t help but briefly think about how cute she looks, waiting for him to get his butt into bed, and normally he would but this is Betty, and him, and one bed. And his physical reactions to her have been hard to hide at best, and this would definitely be an at worst situation.

He can see that she’s starting to get frustrated with him, and he feels for her, he does, but she has frustrated him enough times over the past little while and Jughead knows that if she thinks she’s frustrated, she should really try being a male and being surrounded by a beautiful female such as herself.

“Jughead!” He hears and he looks towards Betty with a sheepish grin, fingers running through his hair and displacing his signature beanie before he readjusts it. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to even begin to tell Betty what he’s feeling but when he realizes she’s tapping her foot on the carpet and her arms are crossed, he’s going to have to do some explaining.

“I don’t want to share a bed with you, Betty,” he says softly before his eyes widen when he notices Betty’s eyes begin to water. Shit.

“Am I so ugly or something that even sharing a bed makes you cringe?” He hears and he finds himself flinching before making his way across the bed so he’s kneeling in front of Betty. He doesn’t stop his hand from going to her cheek, nor does he stop himself from rubbing it softly as he shakes his head with wide eyes.

“Betty, the reason I don’t want to share a bed with you is that exact opposite of what you think,” Jughead finally admits after a few moments, looking down at the comforter on the bed as he turns red. He notices that Betty’s looking at him with watery eyes and he moves his hand to wipe away the stray tears that have fallen.

“What do you mean?” She whispers and he takes a gulps, sighing softly before sitting down and looking up at her. He can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks, the wet strands of her hair from the storm outside clinging to her face and highlighting her cheekbones.

“I mean, I want to share a bed with you, but I don’t, because if I do, we’ll probably wake up in an extremely awkward situation, Betts,” he ends up replying, watching with a soft smile as she turns red from finally understanding what he means.  He’s waiting for her to respond, watching her carefully as she steps forward and brings his face upwards to look into her eyes.

“Well, you should share the bed anyways, because if anything happens, I will most definitely not feel awkward,” she whispers quietly, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together with a small smirk on her face. He finds his eyes drawn to her lips, licking his own lightly when she bites down on her lower lip before groaning when she leans forward and kisses him softly. He’s taken by surprise for a few moments before pressing forward, hands framing her face and adding pressure to the kiss before grinning.

“No awkwardness, then, if we share a bed, end up spooning and waking up to my morning hello?” He asks with a cock of his eyebrow while Betty giggles.

“No awkwardness,” she states, kissing him once more, the two of them getting lost in it.

#bughead #bughead: fanfiction: by me