#riverdal3

oh my goodness! this is a whole lot of wow in one prompt. (prompt is “Do you want to borrow a shirt? All of yours are in the wash.”)

Jughead Jones had started a food fight in the middle of the cafeteria. I choose to not get involved from the start, until he decided that it was completely necessary to shove an entire piece of cake into my boobs. Mind you, it was right on the River Vixen uniform I had received not even seconds prior, after Cheryl finally calmed her inner bitch and let me on the squad. Shock is not the word I would use to even begin to describe the way I reacted. A state of utter horror, maybe. As you can imagine, I was pissed.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!” I fumed. Jughead gasped as an eruption of laughter flooded the room at the use of his true identity. I smirked lightly, knowing he had taken on my state of horror.

“We’re using full names now? It was one piece of cake at a food fight, get the fuck over it and loosen UP.”  He crossed his arms, seeming content with himself. I was most definitely NOT in the mood to deal with his ignorant bullshit. Me and Jughead, have been rivals since we were little, never a reason to be rivals, but every reason to absolutely loathe each other. Of course though, our mothers were best friends.

“I am very loose,”  I put in finger quotations; totally nailed it. “You’re just an ass who’s legs are so loose, you can’t keep anything in your pants when a girl over the age of 14 walks by!”

“Say’s the whore cheerleader!” It rang through the now silent lunchroom. Although me and Jughead are rivals, he does know when he’s met a boundary, he lives next door. He knows what makes me tic, and knows not to say anything my mother has said about me, knowing full well it’s something I can’t handle, and knows it’s a boundary he can never cross, even when we are going at it. He has his shit and I have mine and we stay out of it, rivalries and all. Jughead Jones however, had just crossed this boundary with his front forward.

I had been standing there for a good amount of time, and he immediately realized what he had said. I was frozen, all I could feel was a tear running down my face. I quickly came back to reality, blinked away my tears as I looked down, quickly turning to run out the door. I just kept running, no breathe entering or exiting my lungs, I had to get out. Out of this school, this world, my head. I pivoted as I ran, kept running till I slammed into the push doors, trying to find strength in the newfound weakness sweeping me.

It was raining, beneath the droopy scenery Riverdale loosely held together. It mixed beautifully with chilled fall air, in a mix of brown leaves rapidly flying throughout. The rain pelted my skin like bullets coming through me. It had awoken me from the state of asphyxiation I was in. I dropped to my knees, and finally, I was at peace.

Almost as if my moment had been detected, bursting through the door behind me comes Jughead Jones himself. I turn to see him, and quickly stand up and walk away from him.

“I am not doing this, Jug-” That asshole always has something to say.

“Betty please-”

“No!” I turn to look at him, he is now just as much of a mess as I am, both soaked, dripping with a mix of rain water and salty tear drops. “You of all people Jug! You should know when it is too far!”

“Betty, I didn’t want to do this in the first place! I didn’t want to continue this but here we are and I can’t-” I started to walk, if I had stayed much longer, my state of asphyxiation would’ve found its way back to me. “Let me just drive you home Betts. Please.”

“I’ll walk Jug.” He caught me by surprise, quickly walking forward and taking my head in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. We’ve been acting too long.” I looked up cautiously.

(These aren’t demands, just.... observations 🙃)

More Bughead (obviously), who are strong, and work through their ups and downs together. With a little romance and small ‘dates’ here and there. Even just grabbing dinner together. A happier and better Bughead than previous seasons for once. With consistency and realism.

Yes, more Kevin and Betty, for sure. But I would loveee to see more Kevin and Veronica. I think they’re an underrated duo.

Absolutely no love triangle/square story lines. I know this has been said before, but I want to reiterate it. The show has worked hard to demonstrate independent females and strong girl friendships/relationships, as well as establishing the core four as a rock solid group who are beyond loyal for the most part. Introducing a love triangle amongst the best of friends who always (mostly) protect each other would be so unrealistic and ruin the integrity of not just the characters, but the show itself. Let’s focus on more pressing and non overdone story lines please.

Just normal, ‘boring’ highschool stuff. Like sitting in class, actually doing homework, stressing about finishing an essay, school carnivals. Heck, even just walking through a hallway more than once a season. I’m not asking for it to be every episode, but enough to remind us that they are actually still in school.

A little less Bulldog v Serpents. Don’t get me wrong, I actually don’t mind the little bit of tension, but I think most of that hatred has run its course and to continue it the way they have on full speed would be over doing it a tad. Maybe build a few more unexpected friendships? Or even just tolerance?

Maybe better lighting? I do really like the mysterious vibes that the lighting gives, and how it adds to the cinematography, but I wouldn’t mind being able to see some scenes a bit clearer.

This will make me sound like someone who loves to see people in pain (I don’t) but I would like to see Jughead really break down in front of Betty, and for her to be there to comfort him. We’ve seen him be there for her, but I think it would be refreshing to see the male be really vulnerable. Maybe we could get a Betty parallel to “...you are so much stronger than all the white noise...”

I do love the core four, and would love to see more of their friendship, and while I do love Veronica, I would love to see scenes with Archie, Jughead and Betty, the original ‘three amigos’ who throughout the past two seasons have been described on numerous occasions to have been ‘inseparable’ as kids. I think it would be cool to explore how deep their friendship is because of their past, and also their dynamic now that Jug and Betty are in a relationship. (I obviously mean exploring this without any love triangle nonsense/rubbish. Just pure ‘three peas in a pod’ kind of friendship). 

More of Jughead’s ‘just rolled out of bed’ look because... well... I think you know why. 

There have been times where its been has said that the introduction of Gladys will shake things up, even for Bughead. I get she’s going to cause drama, but the only way I can see her messing with Bughead is if she’s whispering manipulative things about Betty into Jughead’s ear. And while one of Jughead’s weaknesses is his want to see the good in and trust his family and the ones he loves (seen in season 1 with believing his father), I very much doubt he would listen to the mother who left him with a pretty much incompetent father, especially when it comes to Betty. So I hope the introduction of Jughead’s mum and Jellybean brings something interesting, and nothing petty like trying to break up Bughead (which has been done to death. Both times they have broken up in the past was been to protect each other because  of threats from someone else). 

I have some real good fluff for this one!! ( it’s majorly cheesy but oh well ) 

and no unfortunately

Its not smut :( 

Betty was sitting on her bed, reading Beloved for 5th time in the past year. She absolutely adored it, and with the first edition Jughead had given her for Christmas, somehow made the book about 8 times better. She smiled down at the cover as she heard a knock at her window, as she was taken back to their first kiss, a scene she will cherish for the rest of her life. As she lifted the window, she was taken a back by a kiss from the Holden Caulfield at the other end. 

“Hi.” He beamed, making even the dead night brightly shine throughout the universe. 

“ Hi,” She beamed back, reaching to help him in. “ I wasn’t expecting you here, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“ Well, I was sitting in bed, looking back at pictures from Christmas time. It was after your Jubilee speech and I laid a pick up line on after to make you giggle. It was so pure and after seeing those pictures, I just wanted to hear you giggle.” Jughead said, smirking and laying down besides Betty looking up to her ceiling fan.

“ Sorry Buster,” She said, climbing on top of him. “ No pick up line is working this time.” She laid a smooth wink as she leaned forward but to her surprise, that’s not what Jughead in mind.  

“ Oh poor me. Guess i’ll have to settle for close second,” He said, flipping her over and tickling her as she let out an uncontrollable giggle. It was pure and light, so bubbly and care free. Her voice was smooth and clear, happiness beaming off the sound waves she was creating. This made Jughead smile wider than ever. 

“ J-J-Juggie Stop! Your going to w-wake up my mom!” She said, giggling between each word. He still continued to tickle her, unable to control the urge to get drunk off the sound of her intoxicating laugh. This went on for what seemed like hours until they were both out of breath. From the corner of their eye, they saw a figure in the doorway, a crazy grin on her face. 

“That was the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.” Alice said, making both their faces immediately turn toward her. “ Jughead, you know the rules. Couch.” She said, pointing out the door.

“As you wish, Ms.Cooper.” He said, laying a kiss on Betty’s forehead. 

As all the lights went down in the Cooper household, Jughead still intoxicated from her laugh, crawled into the bed with Betty.

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As you may know, IM SUPER LATE on this… but my inactivity was for a reason and I know sarah understands that as much as anyone :) I absolutely LOVE Anastasia and I think the dancing scene with her and Dimitri would be a perfect bughead au. I wanted to add an extra twist to it sooooo I am going to use all the little tid bits of dialogue between the two in this AU! I am thinking about posting it on AO3 because I do love this… anyways! For Sarah, @theheavycrown , enjoy love! 

She had always been beautiful, Elizabeth Cooper. I guess I didn’t notice that until she was holding my hands, dancing with me. She has these big green eyes you could stare into for hours, then you fall completely for her before you even begin. She’s been missing for 10 years with apparent amnesia and a big price tag on her head. Me and my partner came up with a plan to cash in the money, with no apparent “finding” of her. All we needed was an Elizabeth look-a-like, then the money was ours. We set out to find a girl, and we soon were satisfied with our findings. 

 We found a girl, going by the name Betty, and asked her to Paris and she was willing to come with us. She didn’t have much memory on things, which was an quality odd at first, but we only had our eye the big cash prize she was being traded for. We didn’t have time to fret about silly things. We boarded her on our ship soon after, readying her for the ball. She needed to learn ballroom etiquette and more importantly, how to dance. Vlad asked her to put on the dress set out for her, then she would be fit to start her dance lesson. As soon as she was done she walked out to the ship deck, brushing off her lengthy blue dress. As soon as she looked up to me, I knew. It made perfect sense all at once.

This was Elizabeth Cooper. This was the lost duchess everyone was desperately looking for. Before I could study more, I felt Vlad strongly gripping me, pulling me towards her. I have never danced very well before but I couldn’t stop the urge to be closer to her. We started dancing, stiff at first, with her leading. Vlad quickly corrected this, as she nodded her head lightly. We looked at each other for a moment, looking deep within each others eyes, intense but light. I then reached out for her as we placed our steadily, ready to start again. As we started, I grabbed a few words from my head, anything from my head to let her know she looked beautiful. 

“ That, -uh dress is really beautiful.”

She tilted her head and slightly smiled. 

“ Do you think so?”

She said this lightly, her voice simply floating through my head as I try to work up the words to express her beauty. 

“ Yes.” 

My heart and mind was begging for me to continue. 

“ I mean it was nice on the hanger but it looks even better on you, you sh- you should wear it.” I continued. Real smooth, Jughead. 

She tilted her head innocently. “ I am wearing it.” 

I chuckled at the innocence as she twirled back into our normal dancing position. “ Of course, Of course -uh right.” I just can’t keep my cool around her. “ I’m just trying to give you uh–um…” I looked down.

“ A compliment?” She asks, looking deeper, searching before meeting my eyes as I get lost in hers instantly.

“ Of course, yes.”  We don’t continue to speak, but we do continue to glide across the deck of the ship. I begin to study everything I love about her, and I can’t find anything wrong with her. Her ponytail, her light freckles across her cheeks. Her bright green eyes, her innocent smile. Elizabeth Cooper had been missing for 10 years, but I feel as though I have loved her for longer. Our dancing becomes more light and free as she becomes confident, her smile radiating as I twirl and glide along with her.  We begin to waltz and we instantly intertwine as she twirls back into position as her smile widens. We begin to slow as we are staring deeper before she speaks once more. 

“ I feeling…dizzy.”

“ A little lightheaded?” I smile at her, slowing our waltz further.

“ Yeah.”

“ Me too. Probably from spinning.” It wasn’t the spinning. It’s you, Elizabeth. I bring her arms down, our hands still intertwined and gazes still locked. “ Maybe we should stop.”

“ We have stopped.” She remarks, with the same innocent tone. I look down, hoping to find courage. I look up again with a slight smile. 

“ Betty, I…”

“ Yes?” She looks deeper, I know she feels it too. I know she feels the connection. My bones begin to ache as we both lean in, breathe on each other’s lips. In this moment, I so badly wanted to kiss her. If I only could’ve. As her lips barely brushed, I knew once I did this, I could never happen again. This was something I simply couldn’t promise. I desperately wanted to meet her lips but if I did, I could never let her go, something I had to do. It was already hard enough from this moment, I simply couldn’t bare making it any harder. I took one more moment before opening my eyes and patting her hand. 

“ You’re doing fine.” I walked away as she looked off after me, but I simply couldn’t bare standing there one more moment without kissing her. I had to leave before that happened. I must deliver her to Paris. It is where she belongs.

I LOVE this! This was written for ( and suggested by ) Sarah AKA @theheavycrown !!

AW thank you!!! People do seem to like my SH a lot better…Im so sorry this took so long I’m trying but I also have a new chapter of Freight Train and like 20 other prompts buuttt (teehee) ily!

The light from the rising sun shined through the burgundy curtains as Lili opened her eyes to a familiar face at her side. She sat up on her elbow as she looked at the sleepy man with wild hair by her side. He was peaceful with a roaring snore his arm draped over her waist, chest bare. His chin was buried in the eggshell pillowcases, eye lids draped lightly to create his silent state. She felt as though she could stay there for days, studying and memorizing his face, time and time again. When he was finally awoken, this time she was the one asleep, her face buried in his chest and breathing heavily. He combed his hands through her hair as she lightly fluttered her eyes open.

“ Hey.” Lili said this hoarsely, sounding as though she had fallen ill overnight. Even if she was, this was her only day off filming which meant she had no time to be sick. She had filmed in 60 degree weather in a bathing suit for hours the day before, obviously affecting her.

“ Thank you,” She replied, smiling at him as she gently pulled away and laid back onto the pillow. “ I feel like it too.”

“ Where are you going? Stay with me.” Her face grew heavier as it dropped from her smile.

“ As much as I love you, I also have work tomorrow. I will be back later though and you’ll like me a lot better when I return,” He pulled on his jeans and walked around the bed to kiss her forehead and lift her chin. “ It will only be a little while, I promise.” He lifted his hand and looked at her for approval. She nodded and laid down as he exited the room.

Cole arrived several hours later, closing the door making sure not to wake her. He had come back with many things, he had brought soup, cough drops, tissues, and several times in hope to bring her spirit up. He had walked into her room with hot soup and a flower, a yellow daisy to brighten her day as he tapped her shoulder.

“Hmm?” She rubbed her eyes and looked up at him. “Is that soup?”

“Your favorite for my favorite on her sick day.” He smiled lightly. “Sit up, take this medicine, and eat. I’ll come sit with you.” He sat the tray down and ran around the bed before jumping up next to her and kissing her cheek. “What do you want to watch? Your sick you pick.” He winked.

“STRANGER THINGS,” She croaked in the most excited voice her throat would allow. He nodded before taking her finished bowl and setting it to the side. “Why can’t it be like this all the time?” She looked up from his shoulder.

“Are you serious?” She croaked.