Jeronica secret santa 2018

My Atonement AU fic A Crime Is Terribly Revealing is finally complete! 

You can read it here (x)

I would like to apologise to @veronicassadboi that it took such a long time to get this fic out there but I hope that the fact that it’s now about 16 000 words makes up for it a little bit. I really hope you like your gift! 

Even though it took a lot of time, I had a ball writing this AU and it would mean the world to me if you guys would read it and leave comments/kudos if you liked it, 

To Des, with Love.

@aesthetics-blue @jeronica-secretsanta

Merry Christmas

xxxxxx

The apartment is too cold for Jughead.

Every night seems like tightening vines when he walks the hallway. Christmas in New York feels different to Christmas in Riverdale. Steam slinks through the same path from the bathroom to where he stands by the bedroom.

Soft hums bring him back to life when she’s in her element. He could close his eyes and in that moment, he would know exactly how she looks.

Dark hair, dark eyes. Legs that could part in just the way he likes and have his name spilling from her lips.

That’s what he lives for.

He doesn’t interrupt. He lets her carry on with her singing. Veronica didn’t like being disturbed, even if it was for a simple ‘Hello’. He’d let her carry on with her shower, let her live in her time alone and maybe, he’d snatch up some of his own alone time while he could.

Her hums of Christmas carols seem lost in their cold apartment. Christmas Eve will seem colder to Jughead when his love leaves for work.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jughead Jones/Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews/Betty Cooper, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones (past), Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge (past)

Characters: Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, new relationships, Friendship, White Elephant Exchange, Underage Drinking, Jeronica Secret Santa, Jeronica Secret Santa 2018, Fluff

Summary: It was the best Christmas Veronica had had in years.

Hey! So, here is my Jeronica Secret Santa gift for @veronicassadboi (x)

Even though the fic is not finished yet, I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it! Merry Christmas! I will post the whole one-shot before NYE! 

PS: this is an Atonement AU even though the plot has few similarities with that film, it is mostly the atmosphere that’s similar. And it was also inspired this post that I saw a while back and which actually made me come up with this whole plot!

ROARIN’ 20s(FIC)

Jughead strolled into the busy bar in downtown Chicago. He came here often with his friends to stir up trouble. The young raven haired boy also had eyes for the singer there, Betty Cooper. That blonde beauty took everyone’s breath away. He found a few of his friends and grabbed a drink, happy to see Betty’s smiling face on stage. The host quickly rushed to the mic.

“Alright folks! That was it for Betty Cooper!,” the manager announced. Applause arose from the crowd while he just frowned, sad that he missed her act. “But that’s not all we have in store for you. Please welcome, a star on the rise, Veronica Cecilia Lodge!,” the manger added. People clapped politely, not sure how anyone could top Betty.

The stage cleared and a periticularly petite raven haired girl peaked from the curtains, drew in a breath, and emerged onto the stage. Jughead perked up as he saw the girl. She was stunning. Her raven haired locks sat on her shoulder and her long purple dress fit her figure perfectly.

She cleared her throat and began to sing, “Carolina, Carolina, at last they’ve got you on the map. With a new tune, funny blue tune, with a peculiar snap!,”. Her voice was something no one heard before. It was the tweneties, people of color, mainly women, weren’t usually out performing. Her angelic voice filled his ears.

“You may not be able to buck or wing. Foxtrot, two-step, or even sing; If you’ve not got religion in your feet, you can do this prance and do it neat,” she continued on. As she sang, she made eye contact with every single person. She wanted to gauge every persons reaction. She kept singing confidentially, that is until she met a certain raven haired boy’s eyes. Her voice faulteted and he smirked at her, knowing the effect he had.

“Veronica Lodge! This is the first gig you’ve ever gotten. You’ve worked so hard to get here, don’t mess it up now!” She mentally berated herself.

So she surprised him, she sent him a wink and continued singing. “Charleston! Charleston! Made in Carolina! Some dance, some prance. I’ll say there’s nothing finer than the Charleston, Charleston, gee how you can shuffle;Every step you do, leads to something new. Man I’m telling you, it’s a lapazoo!,” Veronica continued. Jughead, startled by her bold actions, wiped the smirk of his own face. From then on, he maintained eye contact with her. For he wanted to examine her every feature, and she needed something to focus on as she sang.

“Buck dance, wing dance will be a back number; But the Charleston, the new Charleston. That dance is surely a comer. Sometime, you’ll dance it one time, that dance called Charleston. Made in South Caroline!,” she finished. Everyone instantly shot out of their seats to give the bold newcomer a standing ovation. Jughead slowly clapped, maintaining his signature smirk as his eyes bore right into her head.

“You did amazing, Ronnie!,” Veronica’s bestfriend Archie exclaimed as she joined him backstage.

“Thank you! God, I can’t believe I did it!,” she squealed. Archie enveloped her in a hug, happy for his friend’s success.

“Wait, Arch! I’ll come with you, I wanna know what people think of me. Maybe I’ll meet someone?,” Veronica replied. Archie chuckled and nodded and the made their way to the bar.

“Two margaritas, Toni,” Archie ordered.

“You got it. And you were great out there, Lodge,” Toni smiled.

“Thanks Toni,” she gushed.

“So, who’s up next?,” Toni asked.

“Your girlfriend,” Veronica smirked slyly.

“Quiet, Ron. Someone could’ve heard you!,” Toni hissed quietly. Veronica winced and whispered an apology. Let’s just say, no one would like the fact that a lesbian couple worked here.

“Next up, Cheryl Marjorie Blossom!,” the manager boomer. Toni, Archie, and Veronica clapped excitedly for their friend. The bar remained generally quiet as the redhead sang. Well, except a group of boys. And among them was the boy that captured Veronica’s attention on stage.

“Seriously? Douches,” Toni muttered. Veronica nodded in agreement. She knew exactly how terrifying it was to be up there, at your most vulnerable state. She would’ve died of embarrassment if people acted like they were that uninterested. And maybe it was the two maragaritas she had, but she felt confident enough to go up there and give them a piece of her mind. While Toni and Archie were engrossed in the performance, Veronica stumbled over to the boys.

“Hey! You guys!,” she slurred as she pointed an accusing finger at them.

“What’s going on, baby? Getting drunk where you work doesn’t seem like a good idea,” one boy smirked.

“I got this, Reg,” the raven haired boy Veronica saw earlier spoke up. “How can we help you, dollface?,” he asked casually.

“You can help me by shoving that martini glass down your throat so you’re not disrupting my friend’s performance!,” Veronica snapped. The boys let out various whistles and “oohs”. Veronica rolled her eyes and stood her ground.

“Listen, sweetheart. We’re paying to be here, right? So I can do anything I want. Anything,” he replied, stroking my hair back and giving me a once-over. Veronica looked at him disgusted. The boys all got up and left the bar, smirking at her as if they knew something I didn’t. She scoffed and made her way back to her friends. The performance ended and she joined in with the rest of the bar applauding Cheryl.

“Hey Ron, what’s in your hair?,” Toni inquired.

“What paper?, she muttered as she searched her hair with her hands. She pulled out a little folded peice of paper. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she opened it to see a note: “Meet me on the roof”. Veronica but her lip, debating if she should go. This was Chicago, he could be a mobster that called her up there to kill her for disrespecting him. “What the hell, live life on the edge, Ronnie,” Veronica thought to herself. “Hey guys, I’ll be back,” She told her friends. She got up and left, followed by a few ‘see you later’s’.

Veronica climbed the narrow stairs all the way up to the roof. Sure enough, the mysterious raven haired boy was up there, alone this time. Veronica cautiously approached him. He turned to face her and gave her a light smile. “So you did find the note. I was worried that it might have gotten lost in there,” he chuckled.

“Is there something you need,” she sighed irritably while pinching the bridge of her nose.

“My name’s Jughead,” he replied.

“Great, mine’s Veronica,” she drawled with a sarcastic smile.

“Well, my name’s usually a good ice breaker,” he chuckled nervously. I gave him an expectant look. “So, you’re a feisty one,” he started.

“I didn’t come here to be patronized, Jughead. Tell me what you want,” Veronica snapped.

“Ah, But you did come up here. Is it because I’m rather dashing?,” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“I’m leaving,” she replied as she turned to leave.

“No wait. I’m sorry,” he rambled as he rushed to catch my arm and spin me back around. “I just wanted to say, you’re voice is angelic. And you’re pretty. Beautiful, really,” he gushed out.

Veronica raised a brow, searching his eyes to make sure he was being genuine. “Thanks,” she replied once she found no evidence of hidden motives.

“And maybe, just maybe, I might get a chance at a date?,” he added.

She smirked as she put his note in his hair. “Maybe,” she replied. She gave him one last glance before descending down from the roof and back into the bar. Jughead took the note from his hair to see her telephone number on it. He had a huge smile on his face as he descended down the stairs and back to his car.

He couldn’t wait to meet his raven haired princess again.

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Oof, So I tried.

Buuuuuut this is a Jeronica Secret Santa gift! (@vughead_ff on Instagram for 20s idea)

A historic fic For: @outruntheavalanche

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

To @vxj-veronica-jones with love. Merry Christmas. Thanks for your continual love and support of the fandom. You’re a real MVP. Sorry, all I can offer is angst as that’s my #Thing. Summer mentions because it’s summer on my side of the world. Sorry if it’s too much angst for the festive season but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, right? Formatting is annoying because I’m posting this amidst travelling overseas for Christmas on my phone. I should face posted on AO3 instead of posting this long ass post that won’t work with a “read more” cut. Merry Christmas anywho ❤️

Be With Me

Warning: mentions of sex, gang slanging (lol), swearing, heart ache.

Summary: She pops up everywhere. In the taste of shakes at Pop’s. The writing she left on his kitchen table that he hasn’t been able to move. In the text messages he reads before he forces himself to sleep at least two hours at night. He’s still learning how to perfect that, though. Because sometimes it’s a messy forty-five minutes just before school. Or it’s a solid sixteen hours and he’s missed the whole fucking day. At the moment, there’s no in between.

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Jughead lights up a cigarette. It just alleviates the urge pulsing through him but he takes them anyway; three deep drags in a row with rushing bloodstreams and noisy thoughts. Jughead turns up Tame Impala and lets the music drown him in noisy basslines and clashing cymbals - clashing thoughts. But his eraseture of his messy mind is a battle lost. He stubs out menthol cigarettes in the ashtray, watching it burn into itself, mystic wisps of smoke, but he reaches for another one. The urge he has for Veronica is pulsing faster now. As he flicks his lighter, he wonders how much her happiness would grow if she watched him light up his Serpents jacket the same way he burned this cigarette. Red hot flames, up in smoke….

What’s the price I pay for loving Veronica Lodge? He thinks.

Pure fucking torture is what I pay, the back of his mind reminds him.

Gift for: @mysticalfuncollectorus

Kindo of Gift: Fanfic (friends - lovers)

Hope you like!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17086919

i don’t blame you for being you (but you can’t blame me for hating it)

Veronica Lodge resists the urge to sneer at him across the room. It’s his money in her pocket. She’s sure her father would have something to say about not scaring off the clientele. Even if that clientele is a Jones. Money is money, after all. 

She sneers anyways. 

Jughead mockingly sneers back before toasting her with his own drink. Cheryl looks between the two of them, eyebrow raised, before she’s smiling like the cat who got the canary. 

A reversed!Jeronica fic for @sheishookedtothesilverscreen for the 2018 Jeronica Secret Santa exchange.  Full disclosure - I have definitely gotten very caught up in this story so it’s nowhere near being done. But I just couldn’t wait to share this with you. Happy holidays!

gift for @nooowestayandgetcaught

au: belligerent sexual tension  (but let’s face it, it’s canon)

Here is the link for a full length chapter fic. I’ll be posting a chapter daily for you! I hope you like it! 🎅

Photo by @aerishey

gift for: @everything-jeronica type: of gift: fanfiction fic title: maybe we’re perfect strangers word count: 7756 rating: teen and up audiences tag: enemies to lovers trope, lots of arguing and bickering, relationship denial

summary: Or what would have happened if Veronica and Jughead actually had a real conversation. From seeing each other as the enemy to tolerating one another to being best friends, here’s what happens when the two of them stop pretending.

Set during season 1 and 2, not following the canon.

note for @everything-jeronica: I had a lot of fun writing this fic and I really wish it’s what happened with the canon, enjoy your jeronica christmas gift ❤❤❤❤❤

This is my submission for this year’s Jeronica Secret Santa! I hope you like it @thelodgelodge 

I guess this counts as a soulmate fic right? Not sure about enemies to lovers though XD

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The first time the writing shows up on Jughead’s hand, he doesn’t realize what it is. He’s in class and he hadn’t noticed it there before, but Jughead doesn’t always notice things that are obvious.

MATHS ASS, the back of his hand says in red sharpie, and he assumes Betty wrote it there to remind Jughead to do his maths assignment and simultaneously call him an ass. He washes it off immediately after class, even though it takes about five minutes of scrubbing. Then he does his maths homework and pretty much forgets about it.

The next day, when he gets home after class, his hand says, Thanks a lot, asshole, in the same red ink. Jughead’s heart skips a beat, because oh God, he’s one of those one-in-a-thousand people whose soulmate’s words show up on their skin.

Then he frowns because the first thing his soulmate says to him is to call him an asshole? Rude.

Jughead scrambles for a pen. It takes a few minutes to find one with enough ink in it to write on his hand. Finally, he scribbles back in thin blue letters, Rude.

I got a zero on that assignment because of you, says Red almost immediately, on the inside of Jughead’s left arm.

Wow. Really? Your horrible time management skills aren’t my fault, Jughead writes below that.

There’s a long pause. Jughead thinks maybe Red is reconsidering their stance. Red’s probably working out how to apologize.

Or maybe she’s just not going to reply?

A few more minutes pass and Jughead decides that’s the most likely outcome. His soulmate really is a bitch. Whatever. Jughead will have a snack and forget about it.

There’s a mirror in the hallway that Jughead passes on the way to get his snack. He walks past it, deliberating between chocolate or vanilla ice cream, freezes, and backs up to look at himself.

“That bitch!” Jughead yelps.

His forehead says, I’m a dick, in red permanent marker.

As he watches, crudely drawn penises start to decorate his face.

What an absolute jerk.