#sleuthing distraction

Killing Eve / Riverdale AU; Jughead Jones works for MI5 and gets obsessed with a female assassin; Elizabeth Cooper - With some angst, longing, stolen glances and some smut.

Grey's Anatomy / Riverdale AU; Elizabeth Cooper is a first year surgical intern, she starts her first day in the hospital after an out of character heavy night at the bar, drinking tequila and hooking up with a tall, dark and handsome stranger. Only, when she arrives at her new place of work, the good looking, tequila induced hook up is her boss and head of Neurosurgery; Dr Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.

How To Get Away With Murder / Riverdale AU; Forsythe Pendleton Jones III and Elizabeth Cooper start their first year at law school, they are complete strangers, they both get inducted into the K5; where amongst 3 other students they are taken under Annalise Keating's wing to help at her personal law firm. Trouble ensues, fires start and murders are solved.

If any of you lovely little specimens fancy one or two of these please let me know, I'm eager to write something we can all enjoy and take our mind off pandemics and getting done dirty by TV show writers.

Bite my tongue, bide my time

Wearing a warning sign

Wait 'til the world is mine

Visions I vandalize

Cold in my kingdom size

Fell for these ocean eyes

You should see me in a crown

You Should See Me In A Crown - Billie Eilish

He was a bartender; Tall and dark. A ridiculously handsome New York thoroughbred. She was a stripper; blonde, piercing green eyes with legs for days. Fresh out of small town, shedding her old life like a snake does its skin.

It was a Tuesday night; The night all of the Wall Street assholes with nothing better to do than ogle over women instead of being at home tucking in their kids, would throw their bonuses away at what they saw as pieces of meat. That was his opinion on them anyway. Jughead Jones; he worked there for 3 years and prided himself that wasnt like the men he would serve every night; he didn't see the girls as anything less than hustlers, holding down a job, paying rent and providing for the people they cared most about. He respected them and protected them. Making sure any guy that got a bit too handsy were immediately dealt with, having to ice his knuckles on more than one occasion.

The girls loved him, they had his back too; when Thursday nights rolled around (girls night), when hen parties would swarm the bar and pull at his collar and put napkins in his shirt pocket with lipstick stained kisses and barely readable numbers. They would divert attention and give him a chance to sneak out the back of the bar for a five minute smoke break. They were family and they protected each other fiercely.

Standing behind the bar, his pristine white shirt perfectly fitted to every contour of his body and black tailored pants that hung low from his hips, it was 7:30pm, just half an hour until the first swarm would enter the bar demanding scotch on the rocks before taking over the whole main floor.

He was finishing off setting the bar up; putting bottles on optics and refilling the napkin box when he heard the door swing open. He knew it wasn't time yet and with it being early he knew it must have been one of the girls.

"Ramona? You're early... gettin' a couple smokes in before your shift?" He hollered jokingly before taking a look over his shoulder. But it wasnt Ramona, he would have been more surprised if it had of been, but instead it was her.

He turned around and leaned his elbows onto the bar as she sauntered towards him, her heels clicking on the floor being the only sound disrupting the silence.

He watched her with every step she took, her hair falling perfectly on her shoulders and the way the bright bar lights made her green eyes sparkle.

"Not Ramona." He said giving a little nod to the unfamiliar face.

A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain in

Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don't shed tears, but boy they bawl.