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Season 2: Girl Chasers

Haha as a beta for that fic I feel like you know most of the behind-the-scenes for that one, but I will say that I was worried there was too much smut and almost cut some of it out. The travesty, yes?! Also there’s a third one for that series in the planning stages that’s weirdly funny to me because it involves Jughead trying to have sex with Betty and Archie’s heat crisis next door keeps interfering in different ways, which makes them go crazy (especially Jughead, who just wants to nail the doors and windows shut and get some peace with his omega). I hope you enjoy! ^-^ Thanks for the fic association!

bless your soul, you sweet autumn child. it has to be my favorite thing as well, let's be real here. i quite literally can't wait to post it. i should probably finish writing it, huh?

and of course! bcc is still an oldie but goldie and i'm always still impressed with myself for that being my first fic. thanks ♡

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!!

This used to be their favorite spot. Milkshakes, burgers,onion rings – and that was just the food.

The memories werewhat made it a truly special place. It was where they’d gone on their firstdate. Had their first kiss. Fallen in love.

Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was an institution, dammit.

If it all sounds a little dramatic – well, Jughead thinks he’searned the right to be. Because after a miserable four-hour drive from campusback down to Riverdale for winter break, all he’d wanted was to collapse intoone of those familiar, squishy booths with his girlfriend by his side, adoo-wop tune from the jukebox in his ear, and a triple-stacked cheeseburger athis fingertips.

Instead, he and Betty are standing in the parking lot, bundledup in their warmest winter coats, staring in disbelief at what appears to be acocktail bar.

A cocktail bar with avalet stand.

“Are you sure we didn’t, like…get…lost somehow?” Betty turnsin a slow circle, her feet crunching on the gravel.

Jughead shakes his head. “Not possible. The way to Pop’s istattooed on the back of my eyelids, Betts.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh! What if it’s one of those pop-up things?Like the bagel shop they opened up in the pub on Broad Street that one time?”

The thought of Pop Tate doing something as stupid and stereotypicallymillennial as hosting a pop-upcocktail bar chills him to the bone. But before Jughead can say so, a familiar pick-uptruck turns into the lot behind them, drawing their attention away from theglossy marquee where the Pop’s logo used to sit.

Betty threads her arm through Jughead’s, snuggling up to hisside. “There’s Archie. He’ll know what’s going on.”

Archie emerges from behind the wheel and jogs around to the passenger’sside, where he holds the door open for a dark-haired woman who hops delicatelyto the ground. Right – Archie’s new girlfriend, Vivian or Violet or whatever.In his despair and confusion, Jughead had completely forgotten they weresupposed to meet her tonight.

“Hey guys!”

They echo back the greeting as Archie and his girlfriendapproach. Out of nowhere, she throws her arms up in the air, revealing herselfto be wearing not a coat, as Jughead had thought, but a cape. An actual cape.

“Bienvenue à La Bonne Nuit!”she exclaims, face alight in almost manic glee.

A quick glance at Betty’s face reassures Jughead that he’snot the only one who doesn’t know what the hell is going on. Or that Archie’snew girlfriend was French and yetchoosing to live in Riverdale, New York, for some inexplicable reason.

“Um – bonjour?”Betty ventures.

“Guys, this is Veronica.” Archie wraps his arm aroundVeronica’s waist, grinning, his cheeks ruddy and red in the cold night air. “Andthis is her brand new bar!”

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hi love ! “I want you in every way possible.” for the drabbles please ❤❤❤

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“I want you in every way possible.”

They’d been friends for years; since the days of sandpits, treehouses and chasing each other around the front yard under the sprinkler at Archie’s house. It was always Betty, Archie and Jughead. As the three of them got older, It had been no secret that Jughead had started to feel like the third wheel.

The years of puberty, and the butterflies that would flutter away in his stomach and the push and pull in his chest were far different to the years of believing cooties were a thing, and innocent marriage proposals in the backyard.

But, when Veronica Lodge, the self-proclaimed princess from New York, arrived like a hurricane into Riverdale the weekend before school returned - it was obvious that the trio would never be the same.

“I think she’s a good thing for Riverdale.” Betty whispered as she slurped back her vanilla milkshake.

Jughead scoffed as he shoveled French fries into his mouth, “and what makes you say that, Betts?”

“Riverdale needs a shake up, and I’m pretty certain, Veronica Lodge is capable of doing just that.” She shrugged, as she stole a French fry, “Plus, Archie is completely smitten.”

And there it was. The inevitable mention of Archie and his hopeless crush on Veronica. The pang Jughead felt in his chest had him choking on his burger.

“Jug?” Betty gasped and her eyes widened, “Are you okay?”

He thumped on his chest a couple of times and reached for Betty’s forgotten about milkshake and drank the remaining sweet mixture in just a few gulps. Letting out a sigh of relief and sinking back into the booth, Jughead closed his eyes and nodded.

“You scared me!” Betty exclaimed, “Please, don’t ever do that again!” Darting her eyes between the Jughead and the now empty milkshake glass, she winked and matter-of-factly stated, “You owe me a milkshake, Jones.”

It was only moments later that Jughead looked at his phone, grabbed his messenger bag, muttered something about an emergency at home and was hurrying out of Pop’s.

Before Betty could figure out what had happened, the shrill laughter of none other than Cheryl Blossom pierced her ears. Sighing, and turning around, Betty asked Cheryl what her problem was.

“Oh, sweet Elizabeth. How can you not see it? And I mean, really, how can Forsythe not see it? You’re both as stupid and blind as each other. It’s both depressing and annoying. Even for me.” As Cheryl flicked her flame red hair over her shoulder, she laughed at the confused expression on Betty’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking - “

“Hush, sweet cousin. You have feelings for Riverdale’s resident hobo, for who knows what reason, and well, he’s obviously painfully in love with you. Now go to his trailer and confess your weird love for one another or whatever it is that you two need to do.” Cheryl threw the money that she owed for own milkshake and strutted out of Pop’s.

Betty scanned the empty diner, and sunk back into the seat. Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander - even for the briefest of moments.

Betty had always known what she felt for Jughead stretched beyond friendship; but she had never entertained the thought of Jughead returning her feelings.

Snapping her eyes open, Betty grabbed her handbag, thanked Pop for the milkshakes and hurried out the door.

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When the trailer came into sight, the confidence that had surged through her back at Pop’s was subsiding with each step. Betty sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes and counted backwards from 10. Slowly opening her eyes, Betty chewed her bottom lip as her heart rate increased. As she pushed forward, the pep talk continued in her head until her foot set foot on the first broken step that lead to the trailer.

Before she had the time to move upward to knock on the door, it flew open to reveal an anxious looking Jughead.

“Betty. What are you doing here?” He blurted out.

Betty fiddled with the strap of her handbag, and took a small step backward off the step, “I came over to see if you were okay. You just kinda rushed out before, and I - “

“I’m fine, Betty. I appreciate the concern. But you don’t need to worry about me.” Betty watched his eyes flicked around the rundown trailer park. “No one else does, so why would you?”

When his words hit her ears, Betty’s entire body went into overdrive and meltdown at the same time. Her limbs felt like both jelly and concrete, yet she pushed forward and up the stairs, but this time Betty couldn’t find a way to stop herself. Her entire body felt magnetic toward his, and she held his face in her hands and pulled him toward her.

In what felt like an explosion of fireworks inside her, Betty’s lips moved against his. She sighed into his mouth, as she continued to pull Jughead flush against her. Feeling his hands on her waist, felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Juggie…” Betty murmured, as she pulled away, her forehead leaning against his.

“Betts.” His tone of surprise causing her to smile.

Softly rubbing the pad of her thumb across his flushed cheek, Betty continued to smile at the fact that she had just kissed Jughead Jones - and continued to smile even harder at the knowledge that he had kissed her right back.

“I’ll always care, Juggie. I’ve always cared.” Betty searched his eyes, and felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter harder, and harder at the surprise on his face.

“Why, Betts? I’m Jughead Jones. From the rundown trailer park on the Southside. My dad drinks, my mum left taking my sister with her. Because she didn’t even care about me. Why would you care about me?”

“Because, Jughead Jones… someone might say I like you. I don’t care about the other stuff. I care about you. I want you.” Betty’s shoulders suddenly felt like a weight had been lifted off.

“You like me?”

Betty nodded.

“You want me?”