CAUTION: Sappy shit ahead…This is about to be super extra and i’m also shitty with words so bare with me.

I’m shook. I honestly can’t believe it. This blog started out as me trying to find somewhere to fit in in this fandom. As we all know, the fandom is quite different between each social media platform and it can be hard for us older folk to fit in. When I joined Tumblr about 5 months ago I had no clue what I was doing and especially how much it would take over my life…in an amazing way. I never imagined I would make actual friends that I would talk to everyday and also get to laugh so much because you guys are fucking hilarious. There are a lot of new people following me since the last time I did this and a lot that are not Riverdale blogs and may be looking for some more to follow, so I thought I would do another shout out post to all of the lovely people I interact with and/or am in love with their blogs and fan girl over…

@bughead-fic-request @bughead4days @blondetricky @yourfaithwasstrong @adorebughead @xobughead @sprousehartinvestigation @sprouseharts @lilsreinheart @lilixcole @juggiexbets @bettyandjuggy @ladybughead @sprouseheart @jeemyjamz @paperlesscrown @rarecolesprouse @sprousefreaks @rileybabe @quirkyanya @jugandbettsdetectiveagency @zor-el-schott @birdlovesafish @bugheadotp @stilinsk1 @holdenjugfieldiii @gogenevieveart @betsforsythetrash @ninelittledevils @ohkingsteve @bride-of-hobo @ficmuse @freetimefase @efquinn @starlitsummersky @fxyeahriverdale @lusterrdust @aswellingstorm @leaalda @jandjsalmon @amab1060 @it-happened-one-starry-night @annioe @lazydaizies @cooperbettycooper @thewomaninthepictureisme @dawn-to-dusk-already @gabsjellybean @mariafernandez4 @cole-lili-sprousehart @colesprous @allskynostars @oleekingcole @rubyventure @deatheater-x @sylwrites @raptorlily @risingbughead @bettyj0nes @colesmoles @mionetrash @allthingsbughead @ruverdale @teapotfiction @mayberrry101 @sweaters-and-crowns @rainystripe @vixens-and-bulldogs @wonderrful @a92vm @ellabeth01 @princessaurorasnow @natkingcole17 @bronwynn @gingerheel @ashsays @lessoleilscouchants @coleyshit @bughead4ever823 @dive-in-ice @colelili @lavandersunrise @findingbetty @onceuponamirror @tory-b @youbuildmeupbeliever @aunt-imogene @an-all-consuming-love @dreamingofbughead @createandconstruct @sh-here @sprousereinhart  @xxbettysgirlxx @julixts @marissamon

I got carried away but I didn’t want to leave anyone out and if I did I’m so sorry and I love you.

A couple people I want to give a quick little shout out to…

@gershwinn- Thank you for being so extra with me and having some pretty epic conversationsXD. Thank you for always messaging me with content when I’m at work so I never miss out on the freak out. You are my voice reason lol! We have become so close and I truly consider you my friend. Love you<3

@wheninriverdale- My OG Tumblr bestie. I love you girl. I will always be amazed by your writing abilities and how distracted you get with more ideas when writing said stories lmao. Thanks for messaging me way back when. We have grown so close and you are so amazing.

@dreamersshouldknowbetter- Thank you for giving me the privilege of helping you create your beautiful, incredible fics. You are such an incredible writer and I feel so unworthy but I enjoy every minute of doing it with you! You are such a sweetheart, love you!

Anyone following me…message me or send me an ask anytime!! I love talking to anyone about anything! :)


A lot of negativity has been going around lately, so I wanted to spread some positivity and blog love. You guys are amazing and I love you all so much<3

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I know I’ve forgotten a lot, so please tag others if you feel like it<3

anonymous asked:

Fave sh/bh blogs? Xo

oh, man. ok. I love literally everyone in this fandom but if you’re looking for some good eggs to follow:

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(AND LITERALLY SO MANY MORE I could honestly go on forever)

I Need My Girl Ch. 5 | Roomates AU

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hello all! This new chapter was already half finished by the time I finished chapter four so here it is! This chapter is more bughead-centric than the others and the whole thing (that is making you all cringe) is addressed ;) I am sorry to the person who recently sent me a request but I am starting it tomorrow I swear! All of the love you guys have been sending me in the comments has literally been breaking my heart! I have tagged the following who have asked to be tagged or are just being a damn sweet ass person!

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Words: 2292

Warnings: There is talk of alcoholism and suicide. If this triggering for you you might not want to continue

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest.

Elliott Smith

A few weeks had passed since the incident and Jughead found himself feeling a new emotion towards Betty.

Every smile, touch, every time she would play with her ponytail, every look she gave him would make Jughead’s skin crawl. Every minute they spent together ignoring the situation, every time she would act as if that night in his room never happened, as if the moment they shared at Cheryl’s never happened, anger would settle in his chest.

The things that he used to love about her, the little things that would leave flutters in his stomach had now turned sour. They were tainted with the taste of what he couldn’t have. Now knowing what her touch was like in ways he’d never didn’t before had ignited a fire in him. One that Betty was trying her best but was failing to distinguish.

Each moment felt like a chore and he was loosing his patience. She didn’t tease him anymore and she filled their time doing small favors, silently trying to ease the guilt that still lined her face. She kept apologizing for little mistakes that she would make around the house. It was like she was apologizing for everything except the actual problem at hand.

The change in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed by Archie. Every time he was over it was like he was just there to be a buffer. Jughead would snap at just the littlest things and his body would tense up every time Betty would brush up against him. Every time Betty would laugh Jughead’s eyes would send daggers his way. One time Betty tried to do the dishes and he practically exploded. Something was very wrong.

Betty began to spend her nights out longer and she started sleeping over at Veronica’s, at Cheryl’s, at Kevin’s, at Sabrina’s, even sometimes she would show up at Archie’s.

The apartment became more of a common meeting place rather than a home to the both of them. Jughead picked up more shifts at Pop’s, ones particularly during the times he knew Betty would be home.

Betty’s thoughts began to become obsessive when it came to Jughead. Every time she would sleep with someone his face would appear. She was on thin ice with Veronica already, but one day enough was enough.

Betty tensed as she felt the nerves in between her legs begin to pulse. Veronica continued as she followed Betty’s moans before it happened.

Just as Betty’s head sunk further into the pillows and her eyes rolled to the back of her head she uttered his name.


Veronica stopped in her tracks as she watched the girl let go. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto the violet sheets. A tear fell from Veronica’s eyes as she watched the girl before her in a possessed state. Her face changed as her eyelids moved from side to side and her legs quivered.

Betty silenced herself as she had realized what she had just moaned. Her body stilled and her throat closed up as she saw a tear stream down Veronica’s face.

“You know if that’s what you’re here for, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore. I’m not someone you can just use to fuck away your feelings with.”

Veronica stood up from her spot and threw Betty’s dress in her face.

“Veronica I-“

“Even though this isn’t even anything, I don’t accept being someone’s second choice.”

“Veronica that’s not what, that’s not-“

“Get over yourself Betty and cut the bullshit…God, for once can’t you stop lying to yourself and everyone around you?”

Betty’s eyes froze as her mind went blank and her body went cold.

“That’s what I thought.” Veronica stated as she walked out her door into the bathroom down the hall.

Betty laid there as she stared at the empty door frame, listening to the water run from Veronica’s shower.

The sound of people passing through the streets and cars through New York’s roads filled Betty’s ears as she slipped into her dress. She trotted out of the apartment into the night, finding the closest bar in sight.

Four hours and 5 tequila shots later:

“He-ey, hey, hey…Baby, c’mon let’s go home.” Jughead whispered as she cried into his shoulder. He could feel her breath get caught in her throat as she tried to hold back a sob. Her body was shaking and he could smell tequila all over her. He pulled her up to carry her out of the house. He opened the passenger door of his truck with his left hand, pulling the car door ajar with his foot. He placed her carefully in the leather front as he buckled her seat belt.

“Just stay her okay? I’ll be right back. I promise.” He whispered against her cheek as he felt her nod her head under him. He closed the door as he walked back into Archie’s house finding him in the kitchen.

“What happened?”

Betty had showed up to Archie’s about an hour ago stinking of alcohol. Stumbling all over the place forcing Archie catch her before she tripped over the carpet.

“Do-on’t call Jug-gie.” Betty murmured as she lunged for the liquor cabinet.

“Betty what are you-“ Archie began before Betty cut him off. Laughing dryly as her hands trailed over the bottles before finding the vodka.

“You know, my mom called me today! I was expecting a long apology, a cry for forgiveness, maybe even a little groveling. But what does she say? She starts lecturing me about my ‘lifestyle’.” Betty exclaimed rolling her eyes unscrewing the cap on the bottle.

“She just doesn’t wanna call me a slut. But look at me! I am the slut. I’m the biggest fucking slut there is!”

Betty laughed into the bottle as she smiled when the rush of the drink went to her head.  Archie frowned at the sight.

“Mommy dearest didn’t think about that when she tried to send me to camp to ‘pray the gay away’. She was a lot happier when she thought she just had to worry about me getting pregnant.” Betty choked out as she held a grin. Her eyes were red and wild. She staggered holding onto the table as she gripped onto the bottle of vodka. Before she could take another shot Archie grabbed the bottle from her, pulling her into the kitchen.

“You’re not any fun!” She protested as she tried to grab the bottle from his grasp. Archie put the bottle away grabbing a glass of water as he eyed her cautiously. His eyes trailed over her face trying to find the Betty he knew. He had seen her drunk like this before but Jug was always there, there to whisk her away. The fact that she wasn’t back at her own doorstep calling on his friend was worrying. Why was she avoiding Jughead? He asked himself.

He handed the glass of water to her as she slid down to the floor.

“Drink this. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He said to her as he stared her down. He knew she would follow his orders if he didn’t break eye contact. Finally she broke, exasperated grabbing the glass from him in a puff glaring at him.

Archie stood up from his crouched position and reached for the phone. He knew that she would hate him if he called Jughead. But he was the only one who knew how to handle this. This Betty. The Betty with mascara running down her face and an empty grin on her face. The Betty with panic in her eyes and limp limbs. She looked like a cautionary tale lying down on his kitchen floor staring blankly in front of him. Her green eyes held nothing in them, like she was somehow not there, not present. It was haunting watching her lie there with her mouth parted sinking into the floor. The girl that was in love with his best friend was breaking before him and there was only one person to call. Archie dialed Jughead’s number and waited until he picked up after eight rings.

“Archie it’s 3 in the morning what the fuck?” Jughead groaned into the phone.

Archie moved away from the kitchen hoping Betty couldn’t hear his words.

“Betty she…she’s here. And it’s bad, really bad. She might be going full yellow wallpaper this time.” Archie paused as he heard a shuffle over the phone and a door click.

Archie walked Jughead back outside to his truck, stopping Jughead before he climbed inside.

“Jughead, we gotta do something.”

“Do what Archie?” Jughead yelled as his eyes trailed over Betty’s passed out state.

“She’s getting worse…she keeps pulling this shit. Getting drunk, going out constantly with people she doesn’t even know. And then as you say, she doesn’t even acknowledge it in the morning. Like it never happens.”

“I’m handling it Archie.” Jughead stated as he folded his arms leaning against the truck.

“Are you? Cause you carry her home and put her to bed just like you did with FP. And it’s not working. She needs help. She needs a professional. Maybe you can’t save her this time.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Archie. You don’t know her. I know her. And I know that she will be fine. She just is going through a rough patch, that’s all.” Jughead insisted as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“If she’s just going through a rough patch, then why is she showing up at my place instead of her own? Why is she suddenly asking me not to call you?”

Jughead paused as he took in Archie’s words. But no amount of truth could calm him down, he was breaking. The girl he loved was drinking herself to death every night and he had no idea how to cope. It was déjà vu all over again, and a little part of him resented her for it. His gut wrenched and tightly coiled in his stomach as he looked at her, curled up in his truck.

“I-I don’t know. The past couple of weeks, things have changed. I-I don’t know why.” He choked out.

“Look I know that you don’t want to force her into anything, but maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to stage some sort of intervention.”

“An intervention? You think Betty Cooper is gonna react well to an intervention?”

“It may be our only option left.” Archie said exasperated as they both gazed upon the sunken blonde. Jughead cried at the thought of telling her that something was wrong with her. He was always the one to reassure her that she was beautiful and kind and smart and that not a damn thing was wrong with her. Nothing at all. Was this really his only option left? It seemed like some sort of betrayal.

“Okay, but just give me a week. Let me, I don’t know, figure things out. See if I can get her to snap out of it.”


Jughead climbed into the truck, falling into the seat. His head fell to the back of the leather and he turned his head to look at her. He lifted his hand up to her face and pulled back a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face. She stirred at his touch as she breathed out in frustration.

A moment passed before tears started to well up in Betty’s eyes again.

“She didn’t even remember that it was his birthday today.”

In that moment Jughead realized that it was Betty’s dad’s birthday and that he had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he had forgotten. It had been eight years since he killed himself. Betty had found him in the garage after he hung himself.

A laugh erupted from Betty’s chest as she shook her head as the tears ran down her face.

“It’s like she didn’t even love him…maybe she never did.”


“She’s never loved me that’s for sure. At least not the real me.”

Betty began to kick the dash as she started hitting any surface around her. Jughead panicked at the sight, grabbing onto her wrists as she squirmed under him. In her state she couldn’t fight him off for that long, her head fell into his shoulder as she sighed.

“She may not know the real you or understand you. But she loves you.” Jughead waited a beat as she lay in his arms.

“And I love you…you know the real you. And even though I haven’t acted like it lately, I do. I always do.”

Jughead ran his fingers through her golden hair as he pulled himself from her grasp to put his keys into the ignition. Betty laid her legs on top of Jughead’s lap as he drove out of Archie’s drive-way. Jughead turned to the intoxicated girl next to him. Her eyes closed with her head leaned up against the window. Her breath slowed and he could see the imprint that her heady breaths left against the frigid car window. The yellow lights above flickered over her, bathing her in light as the rest of the car was hidden in shadow. The illusion was gone as his eyes drank up her soaken state against the passenger cream colored leather.

Betty Cooper was broken, and for the first time, Jughead had realized that maybe he couldn’t fix her.

Love to Hate You - Chapter 1

Summary: AU - There is something about the way she looks at him. The way her cheeks flush and her beautiful green eyes sparkle. Like she wants to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him, but she thinks better of it. It amuses him like nothing else. No other woman has been able to fire him up like Betty Cooper. And yet he hates her.

Rated: T

Chapters: 1/11

A/N: My first Bughead multi-chapter is finally seeing the light of day. All the chapters are already written and I’ll try to post them every Monday and Thursday (so the second chapter should come tomorrow). I hope all of you will enjoy my take on an enemies to lover fanfic and leave me your thoughts.

The biggest thank yous go to @birdlovesafish and @ladybughead my wonderful betas and to @ladybughead for making the edit above. 

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I Need My Girl | Chapter 9

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey y’all :) I know it’s been awhile but I finally got this done! It’s been so busy this month and I finally got some free time to myself to write this one out. This is more of a filler chapter for a few scenes that I already have written up for the next few chapters. I hope it’s not too bad. Thank you for everyone who’s been understanding and has continued to be super sweet and awesome! I tagged some cool people below:

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal , @betts-jugsforbughead , @de6ressive , @juggiedeservesbetter , @s4mmysweethe4rt

Betty and Jughead prepare for their road trip:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Elvis Presley

 Jughead heard the door in the apartment click behind him as Betty followed him into their apartment. He leaned up against the counter, eyeing Betty as she shuffled her shoes off and hesitantly stood against the wall opposite him.

 “You and Archie looked like you had a good time.” He chuckled as his mind traveled back to Betty squirming in her seat at the red leather booth.

 “I’m going to kill that guy.”

Jughead smiled and pushed his back off the counter, slowly walking towards her.

“Now we talked about this Betts, homicidal tendencies are ones to be suppressed. Greatly.”

He smirked as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. He suddenly noticed how close he had gotten and Betty’s breathe hitched and she looked back at up at him through her eyelashes.

“I know its just Archie is such a meddler I swear to god.” She laughed to herself as she wondered what had gotten into him recently.

“He’s just excited and he’s trying to distract himself from Sabrina. Let him have this one. Plus, I like it when you blush.”

“I’ve been doing that a lot recently.”

“I’ve noticed.”



Jughead’s eyes traveled down to her lips and for a second he thought he could do it. But it was too soon.

He stepped back and held onto her hands, bringing her forward.

“So when, are you taking be to the beach?” He asked.

“When are you free?”

“I cleared out my schedule for the whole week.”

Betty’s mouth fell open for a moment.


“Don’t Juggie me, you said we’re going on a road trip. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?”

Betty’s lips quirked and she let go of his hands.

“Well then, I better start packing. Cause if that’s the case than we may as well just leave now.”

Betty wandered into her bedroom with her heart in her lungs.

He cleared out his whole schedule for me?

Jughead stood there on their cheap linoleum floor staring down the hallway.

He was going to be with Betty alone, for an entire week.

And he was scared shitless.

Eventually he pulled himself out of this sudden new state of psychosis and headed towards his room to pack. Meanwhile Betty found herself tearing apart her closet. What was one supposed to wear to an impromptu road trip with you’re best friend who coincidentally has just been happening to be pining for you since the third grade?

It was the summer so shorts and crop tops were the obvious necessities. They were going to the beach so she definitely needed a swimsuit. Or did she? The question coupled with Archie’s annoying voice popped into her head.

Oh my god shut up you need a swimsuit don’t be ridiculous Betty.

She then packed up her toiletries.

There was just one area of clothing that she was procrastinating to pack.

Underwear. Panties. Bras. Bloomers. Whatever.

Betty stood there motionless in front of her top drawer.

Archie’s words started to enter her mind again and before she knew it she was packing lace.

She pulled out her favorite bra and tried not to think too much about it.

The “it” was already filling up her mind. She was starting to notice things less objectively and more personally.

Jughead wasn’t just attractive anymore. He was hot. And she didn’t exactly know how to cope with this new occurrence.

“You ready?”

Jughead leaned into her doorway as he watched her jump at his voice.

“Woah there, someone’s a little jumpy?”

Betty smiled sheepishly as she turned to zip up her bag.

“I just- , I don’t know I was just in my own world.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah yeah, I guess I’m just a little nervous. I always get nervous while traveling, you know.”

Jughead lifted her bag over his shoulder and grabbed her hand. He pulled her out of the apartment with a smile and opened up the passenger door.

“I’m nervous too.”

Betty did a double take as she climbed in and tried to understand what he was getting at. His hands grasped unto the frame of the passenger side. He looked the other way, trying to avoid her gaze.

“I don’t know what you want. What you want from this trip I mean.”

“We‘re going to see the ocean, like we always planned.”

“Yeah that’s not what I really mean.”


Betty began to stumble

“I don’t know. I just know that you’re really the only person I want to be with right now. I just want to be with just you.”


Jughead closed the door and walked to the driver side. He then pulled up his phone going to his music.

Betty watched as he typed into the search engine: fireflie-

“No no no no Jughead no.”

“Jughead yes.”

“Oh no.”

Owl City’s Fireflies proceeded to start playing as Jughead sang along in the most annoying voice he could conjure.

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

‘Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude but I would just stand and stare

Betty pouted as she watched Jughead with an incredulous smile on his face. The chorus began.

“I hate you.”

“I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly, It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep!”

Jughead put let the clutch go and pulled out of the garage.

“I can’t believe myself.” Betty exasperated.

“A foxtrot above my head, A sock hop beneath my bed.”

“How am I attracted to you?”

“Cause you think I’m pretty.”

“I do not!”

“Archie says otherwise.”


They both smiled at each other for a second before Jughead turned left. The sky was filled with hues of rose, orange, and lavender and the sun reflected upon the mint finish of the old Chevrolet. Dancing Queen started to play.


“I thought it was appropriate.”

Betty shook her head at his offense and rolled down the window.


Jughead had then proceeded to try his best attempt at dancing in the driver’s seat while still holding some control of the vehicle.

Betty smiled as they passed the entrance onto the highway.


“Yes, Betty?”

“You just passed the I-40.”


“Yes, your road trip playlist is shit, yes I agree.”

“You are one cruel woman Betty Cooper.”

It took Jughead another thirty minutes to get onto the highway.

I Need My Girl | Chapter Six

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey everyone! Chapter six is here and man shit is about to happen bruh. You guys have been so sweet with all of your comments and feedback and it makes me so happy. I love this bughead fandom and people have been more than welcoming which is really special. I tagged the following who have been breaking my heart with their awesome comments and those who’ve also asked to be tagged.

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal , @betts-jugsforbughead , @de6ressive

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Words: 1583

Warnings: Talk of drinking problems again so be warned.

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Harry Stiles

It was a method of disposing of herself. Drinking. Sure the taste of it was nice but that wasn’t why she needed it. She needed it to disappear. All the thoughts running around in her head could be stilled by a shot of tequila. She could forget about the absence of her dad. She could forget about her mother. She could forget about the raven-haired boy and his eyes, his smile, and the disappointment that would line his face, as she would leave again and again. With drinking it all became meaningless. Each moment of terror would fall to the back of her mind and she could giggle in a haze of hooch. It was a moment of bliss in a sea of horror. Blood and pain would reside in a sea of champagne. It is beautiful in a way, how easily a chemical can dispose of the pain, and yet intensifies it when the morning comes.

Betty Cooper wasn’t addicted to alcohol. She was addicted to feeling nothing.

Betty’s eyes opened and saw the lining of the inside of Jughead’s truck around her. Her eyes opened further and she realized it was morning. She shifted on the leather as she saw Jughead’s gaze on her. He leaned into her and handed her some ibuprofen and a water bottle.

Betty tossed the pills to the back of her throat and chugged the water as her eyes winced at the sunlight coming through the truck’s windows. She gained full consciousness as she stared back at Jughead. Her head turned to see where they were. They were in a parking lot outside of a building foreign to her. She could hardly remember the details of last night’s events but the look of the boy’s face made her feel uneasy.

“Jughead, where are we?”

“We are at one of New York’s finest rehabilitation centers, the Hazelden Betty Ford house.”

Betty’s chest closed up as the words flew out of Jughead’s mouth. Her eyes scrunched up as she bent down between her legs and held her hands around her neck, pulling herself into a ball.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

She felt like she was going to be sick.

Water began to collect in Jughead’s eyes as he saw her in panic. Her eyes blown in shock following, her pushing herself away from him and under her hands.

“I can’t make you go in, you have to make that decision for yourself.”

Betty didn’t respond as she unfolded and stared out in front of her as her eyes lightened and emptied themselves. She didn’t look at him. And god, it fucking hurt to see her switch gears in front of him and close up, pulling down the curtain, shutting off the connection. Her face-hardened and she sat there vacuous and fixed, it was like she wasn’t his Betty anymore. The rage that outlined her eyes made a shiver go down his spine.

A wave of anger crossed over her. The blood surrounding her bones boiled and it as though she was about to explode.

“But I…I’ve watched you stumble into my arms at four in the morning and listened to you tell me that you love me with alcohol on your breath too many times to take it anymore. I’m tired of it. And frankly I think you’re tired of it too.”

“You have no right.” Was all Betty could muster as she shook her head in disbelief.

“I have no right? The person who’s been there for you every time you’ve fell! Every time you’ve cried. Every time you couldn’t fall asleep. I have been picking you off the bathroom floor for five years, watching you drink yourself to death. Watching you fuck every single being who shows you just a smudge of adoration just so you can feel that rush!”

He began as he showed a look of annoyance at the phrase. The intention of the line stung. But it was the truth and he was tired of lying.

“I have been watching you pull this shit so many times and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve already done this. I know how this ends. You think I don’t have a Dad because of bad luck Betty? No. He’s a fucking alcoholic and I’m sure as hell not going to do this again. I have a right to want more than this.”

Jughead yelled the words as something unhinged, this was the first time Jughead had ever yelled at her like this, like he meant it.

He watched as the green around her pupils darkened and her lips parted in shock.

“I don’t… It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to take care of me, like that.”

“Yeah well I never thought that I’d be doing this all over again, especially with you.”

They sat in silence as they watched the clouds clear and the sun beat down on the truck. Betty took a deep breath before she turned to him and perched her legs up on the seat in front of him.

“I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you. I didn’t think at all. You were just there, and I excited you. And something inside of me just wanted to take advantage of that…I wanted to do that to you. I didn’t realize how much of a mistake it was until at Cheryl’s that night.”

“You think it was a mistake?” Jughead’s voice croaked as he asked the question.

Betty’s eyes softened as she saw a sadness wash over his expression.

“I think that it wasn’t right for me to do that when I wasn’t and still am not ready for anything like that. I’m not used to being with someone who I…who I love. I don’t think I’ve ever connected the two, sex has never been about that for me.”

“What has it been about then?”

“Are you asking why I sleep with people like Veronica, Reggie, anyone really, and not you?”

“Maybe yeah. It hasn’t exactly been easy seeing and hearing about it all the time.”

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much.”

“I didn’t know why it was everyone but me.”

Betty took in his words, finally connecting all the clues. A lot of it made sense now.

“That’s because after I did that with you things changed just like I knew it would. That’s why it was never you, because after that night, my mind had that image of you. Once the image was there, I couldn’t erase it. And I tried to go back to what I normally do and then I said your name when I was…when I was with Veronica. It was weak and pathetic and no matter how much I tried I was imagining you. She didn’t deserve that and you don’t deserve that either.”

He took in her words trying to understand. She was afraid about being with him because she was worried she would want it too much. He couldn’t comprehend it. The sound of her moaning his name entered his mind, repeating over and over again. He wished it were he hearing the lovely sound.

“So, am I taking you in today or are we driving off?”

“I know that I need to go in there. I will. It’s just I need to spend some time with you; we haven’t really been together the past few weeks. I know that’s my fault but I just want to be alone with you, for a little while longer. Before I essentially enter the beast.”

Jughead smiled at that. A glint appeared in Betty’s eyes, they were themselves again. And it felt like home.

Jughead put his keys into the ignition and turned out of the parking lot.

“Where to?”

“I don’t know what do normal people do in the mornings?” Betty chuckled as she asked the question.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of this thing, it’s called ‘breakfast’. Ever heard of it before?” A smirk widened on Jughead as he continued down the road.

Betty rolled her eyes as her hands ran through her hair. She could feel the dirt and grime in her curls and her nose caught the reek of alcohol all over her.

“Actually, maybe can we go home and shower first?”

Betty asked absentmindedly until the words had already left her mouth and she realized that maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it. Eyes wide and full of embarrassment Betty turned away to sit straight as she saw his eyebrow arch in the corner of her eye.

Red began to color her skin as a blush ran from her chest to her cheeks. Jughead smiled to himself as he saw the opportunity right in front of him.

“Are you getting flustered Cooper?” Jughead’s smile only widened more as she grew more mortified.

“This is so weird.”

Betty Cooper, without a doubt, was not used to Jughead knowing she wanted to have sex with him. And that he wanted her to.


I Need My Girl | Chapter 8

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

I finally got this done! I’m so sorry that this chapter took so long it’s just this summer program has left me with ZERO free time. You guys have all been incredibly nice and supportive and I really appreciate it! I tagged some cool people. I hope y’all have been having a great summer so far!

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Betty and Archie talk a little about road trips, California, trekking, and sex:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Words: 1001

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.
I guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin’ ‘bout my girl

The Temptations

“A road trip huh?” A smile slowly crept up on Archie’s face as he watched the blonde, defeated, in a fetal position in the booth.

Betty flushed at the question. It was always a dream of theirs. California. Jughead had never seen the Ocean and Betty wanted to be the one with him the first time. There were a lot of things that Betty wished she did with Jughead for the first time.

“Yeah.” Betty’s eyes softened and the knots in her chest remaining from this morning started to slowly unravel.

“What happens after the road trip?”

“I uh, uh I guess I go.” Betty couldn’t say rehabilitation, or therapy, or god forbid alcoholic’s anonymous. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“You don’t seem particularly convinced to the idea of getting some help.”

“That’s cause I don’t exactly want to Archie.”

“Then why are you doing it, most problems like this don’t go away if you don’t think they’re a problem in the first place. Why are you doing it?”

Archie’s question hung in the air and he watched as Betty’s eyes fell on the boy behind the counter serving milkshakes with a pencil tucked between his raven locks and his right ear.

“Him.” Betty breathed out.

“I guess I already knew that.”

“I have to be better. I have to be better for him.”

“You shouldn’t put that on yourself.”

“I think we’re way past that Arch.”

Betty played with the hem of her sweater as her eyes became glassy and the knots began to tighten again. Archie decided this was the moment he was supposed to lighten things up a bit.

“So what are the big plans for the trip? I wanna hear all of it.”

Betty’s smile appeared and Archie gave her a reassuring look. He was trying to say that things were going to get better.

“Well, the plan has always been to spend the night camping out at the beach for a night. Juggie’s never seen the ocean.”

Betty’s eyes lightened as she spoke. Thinking about Jughead seeing it for the first time. Thinking about falling asleep to the sound of the waves of next to him. Suddenly she was thinking about kissing him at the water. It was a new feeling. Sweet and hopeful and warm. Just like Jughead.

“Never seen the ocean?” Archie held a smirk as he saw Betty’s mood change and her body relax. She’s calling him Juggie again he warmed at the thought.

“I know! FP never took him and neither did Gladys. It’s always been a thing.”

“A thing?” Archie egged.

“Mhm I promised he’d get to see it as long as I was the one with him.”

“So you guys are gonna be all alone for a week. Tell me Cooper, what do you plan on doing the rest of the week? Surely you have anterior motives.”

“Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to regret being friends with you.”

“I think you guys should go trekking.”

“What the fuck is trekking?”

“You know. Just run around and explore. Break into a public pool. Sleep under the stars in a parking lot. Maybe Even sleep togeth-“


Betty’s eyes popped out of her head and her face turned the shade of a tomato. Her fist hit the table and it was clear Archie hit the sweet spot.

“So you have been thinking about it.” Archie pointed at Betty before falling back into the booth with a smug smile spreading across his cheeks.

Betty didn’t answer.

“I knew it! Oh my god it’s happening. It’s really happening.” Archie started to squirm in his seat. He was hyperventilating. Betty was flushed. And Jughead was very confused by the sight as he sneaked another peep at Betty.

“I’m not emotionally prepared. My feelings.”

“You’re not emotionally prepared? I’m not even sure if I even have emotions.”

“Oh you have emotions.” Archie stated as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“Oh but then who would give you tips.”


“As someone who lived with the guy and has been privy to his emotions. I sincerely think I could help you out.”

“Oh I think I can handle it.” Betty laughed as she cheekily watched Jughead wipe down the counter.

“Oh yes you do a lot of hand-ling, don’t you Betty?”

Betty stopped in her tracks as he alluded to the incident and the handling it.

“How. Do. You. Know. About. That?”

“Like I said, I’m privy to the boy’s emotions.” Archie’s smile grew wider.

“Oh geez.”

“You know, once it happens, you’re never going to be free anymore. That boy is so pent up he may just never stop. I mean not that you’d want him too.”

“Who are you what have you done with Archie Andrews.”

“Who’s Archie?”

“Fuck me.” Betty groaned as Jughead had been walking up to their table with the food.

“Bro code frowns upon that sort of thing Betty. I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“You’re such a wet sponge.”

“Oh  I’m quite wet.”

“Juggie please help me. Someone has taken hostage of Archie and replaced him with this sex maniac. It’s a tragedy. What are we going to do?”

Jughead’s body softened as Betty spoke with her eyes wild and her squirming under Archie’s gaze. He gave a face of fake shock and sharply turned over to Archie clutching his chest in fake offense.

“Archie I never would have guessed. Bro, how could you do this to me? This is not Mr. Steal Your Girl.”

“Your girl?” Archie asked as he saw Jughead panic a little bit on his feet. Betty waited in anticipation with her teeth gnawing on her lip.

But then Jughead smiled.

“Yeah, my girl.”

I Need My Girl | Chapter 7

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey homies, I finally got this shit done! This week’s been crazy but this chapter is quite fluffy with a bit of some insinuations…Thank you everyone who’s been so nice and and encouraging! I tagged some cool kids down here:

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Words: 1432

Warnings: None really, just some fluff and innuendos.

I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday

Soon, My Friend | M83


Jughead turned to Betty. He had a smile creeping up on his face as the sunlight fell over his face as they headed home. A warmth spread through her shoulders, seeping into her skin and travelling all the way down to her toes. She was nervous and excited and fucking terrified. But in that moment as Jughead took a left down to Brooklyn for their apartment and she watched as his hands cut the wheel, and she realized she was happy. She was happy for the first time in awhile.

They reached their apartment and Betty waited behind him as he shook the keys into the lock before hearing the click.

“I just need to clean up and then we could get some food?”

“I actually have a shift at Pop’s but we can still go. You can watch me and my amazing serving skills.”

“As much as I would love to see that, maybe I’ll call Archie. See if he hasn’t disowned me yet.” Betty joked as she bit her lip between her teeth.

“Archie can’t stay mad at you, he’s just worried about you.”

“Archie can’t stay mad at anyone.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dork isn’t he?”


Betty walked to the bathroom but before she could close the door, Jughead was in the doorway. A smirk spread all over his face with his arm leaning into the side of the doorframe.

“You know, we should give Archie more credit. I mean he is rooting for us.”

Jughead quirked his eyebrow at the blonde as she turned on the shower. Betty rolled her eyes as she watched him mock her for her slip up earlier in the truck. Why did he have to be so good it though? She asked herself as her eyes raked over the boy in the doorway.

“Deciding whether or not you want me to join you? I mean yes, we do have another shower, but you know it’s not fair that you get to use up all the hot water first. I mean, that’s not any way how to repay me for my many wonderful qualities.”

Jughead read off his speech as he used hand gestures and his eyes lit up. Betty giggled as she walked over to the door grabbing onto the doorknob.

“You know I think you can handle the cold water. I mean just from common sense, I’m guessing you’ve had to take a couple cold showers in your life.”

Jughead’s jaw dropped a little as he had a face of fake betrayal watching her as she closed the door on him.

Why is she always winning our battles and why does it always end with her escaping it by taking a shower?

“Wow I’m sorry to hear that Arch.”

“It’s okay, I think we had been trying so long to keep our relationship together that I think we forgot the reasons why we were even in it. I love her. But I don’t think we’re in love with each other anymore.”

Archie finished his drink as he watched Jughead taking orders from an old couple down the aisle behind him. When he turned his head back to Betty he saw her looking in the same direction. Her eyes were bright and her lower lip was hiding under her front teeth.

“Someone looks hungry.” Archie teased as Betty jerked out of her drooling session.

“Ye-aah a, uhm I was thinking about getting pancakes.”

“Yeah mhhhm that’s what you were thinking about eating.” Archie slowly brought the menu up, failing at hiding the grin on his face.

Betty’s eyes narrowed as her cheeks flushed at the insinuation.

“Shuuut uuuppp.” Betty sang in a whisper as she pretended to read over her menu, slowly flipping the laminated pages.

“Fine. So can I ask about what happened last night? I’m sorry I called Jughead but you-“

“Archie, I’m not mad.”

Archie let out a sigh in relief.

“In fact, even though I hate that this is where I am now. I think calling Jug was the best thing that you could have done for me in that situation.”

“How are you doing? Did you and him talk when you got home? In fact why are you up this early? I mean I don’t pass down any time to hang out with my favorite blonde for breakfast but I thought you would still be downing advils at this hour.”

That made Betty laugh.

“Well he didn’t take me home actually.”

Archie sent a humorous look her way. Eyebrows raised and confusion written all over his face.

“I’m not exactly sure where he drove around for the four hours in-between, but I woke up in the parking lot of a rehabilitation center on West Broadway.”

Archie was shocked by the news. He couldn’t help but to think the words Wow, Jughead actually listened to me for once.

“So you guys talked then.”

“Oh yeah, we talked.” Betty rolled her yes as she exaggerated the previous line.

“But I think for the first time in awhile we’re not lying to each other. He needed to yell at me, it was about time. It wasn’t good for any of us ignoring the situation and I think if he didn’t I would have started to drag him down with me.” Betty’s eyes softened as she gazed at Jughead running over to the counter to give Pop the table’s order he had just taken.

Archie noticed a little sadness in her look, she was definitely afraid of hurting him he realized.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen. I would have kicked your ass before you took my beanie boy away from me.” Archie joked as his voice got higher by the end of his threat.

“I’m sorry did you just say beanie boy?”


“Oh my god you guys seriously need to get a room.”

“Uhm I think that’s your job.”

“What’s your job?”

Betty jumped as Jughead appeared at the end of the table with his pad and pen in hand. A little strand was falling over his face and his grin widened as he turned to her. God, the apron looked good on him she thought to herself.


“Betty was just talking about how she was thinking of taking the week off.”

Archie interjected while receiving a panicked look from the blonde. What. The. Hell.

“Really?” Jughead said in a soft tone as his voice lined with hope. Her chest warmed at the glimmer in Jughead’s eyes as he asked the question. Oh, fuck it.

“Well yeah, I thought, I thought maybe we could go on that road trip down to California that you’ve always wanted to do. But, but you’re probably busy and have work and responsibilities and don’t want to-“

“I’m there. Count me in, Betts.” Her heart fell to her stomach. “But we’re taking the truck. No buts!”

“But the Camaro! It’s California! Juggie!” Archie shrieked as the girl whined the nickname and he observed the pair bickering in front of him.

“You can’t drive across the country in that. And there’s no legroom. Betts the truck is the best option.”

“But what’s the point of having a convertible if I don’t even use it when this opportunity appears?”

“You’re seriously saying that you’d seriously spend 50 hours cramped up in that car just for the sake of preserving you’re aesthetic?”


“Betty, Jughead’s right. Trust me, you want all the room you can get for that drive.” Archie wiggled his eyebrows as he said the words ‘all the room you can get’. The top of Betty’s ears reddened and suddenly Jughead felt nervous. Archie was getting way too much out of witnessing this. Way too much.

An awkward silence filled the table until Jughead asked their orders.

“I’ll have some eggs and sausage please, and a slice of that chocolate cake.”

“Chocolate cake at 8:00 am Archie? Really?”

“What? Can’t a guy enjoy some chocolate cake? Gosh you can be so judgmental sometimes Jug-gie.” Archie said as he faked being sad and held the most ridiculous pout Betty had ever seen.

“How am I still friends with you guys?”

“Cauuuse you love us.” Both Jughead and Archie said in unison. Betty was thoroughly not amused by the sight.

“I think you guys have mistaken adoration for pure aversion.”

“Whatever, Elizabeth. Didn’t you say you wanted pancakes earlier hmmm?”

Archibald why must you be like this? Betty asked herself as her face fell into her hands.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jughead asked innocently.

“Oh she just really wants some pancakes.”

“All righty then.”

I Need My Girl | Chapter 12

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Here is the next chapter! There’s a little bit of everything in this including some very light smut. I’m tagging some cool kids below cause they cool:

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

The God of Wine comes crashing through
The headlights of a car that took you farther
Than you thought you’d ever want to go
We can’t get back again
We can’t get back again
She takes a drink and then she waits
The alcohol it permeates
And soon the cells give way, and cancels out the day
I can’t keep it all together
I know I know I know…

Third Eye Blind

“Kiss me.”

Her doe eyes widened and waited for him to move a muscle. Blood coursed through his veins leaving him with no dignity. Flush grew across skin and heavy breaths filled this old motel room. He took in a breath and laid his hand on her neck and drew his thumb against her jaw. Her eyelashes fluttered as she lost her breath in his lips. Within seconds his lips had taken hers. Something animal in him lit up like the old Pop’s sign back in Riverdale. Big and bright, once in the dark, Jughead lit up and let go.

His hands met her hips and soon he was lowering her onto the mattress. Betty let him push her down and it sent a jolt up her stomach. She felt his tongue trace over her bottom lip and she moaned at the action, letting him slip in and take her. She submitted beautifully wrapping her fingers in his curls. She whimpered as his lips travelled down her neck to her collarbone before returning to her pulse point.

He smelled her perfume against the old scent of the pillows and his mind went short-circuit. His lips frozen on her neck he heard her breath falter and wondered whether this was the time. The thought of stopping made his heart sink a little but this wasn’t what he wanted for her.



“Why’d you stop?”

Jughead pulled himself up and sat beside her. He sighed as he realized he had gotten a little too excited. This is so not the time. Or is it? No, Jughead don’t be an idiot.

“Believe me, I don’t want to. It’s just this.” Jughead lifted up his hands, motioning to the room around him.

“This. This is not how I imagined it. You deserve more than me in a cheap motel room.”

“Jughead, I don’t care about that I-”

“Maybe you don’t but I do Betty. I’ve been thinking about this moment since I was sixteen. I want this to be more. You deserve more.”

Betty now remembered their circumstances as he popped the bubble. She had forgotten how she’s strewn him along all these years. She still couldn’t believe had loved her for so long. Now coming to think about it he hadn’t really ever dated. Not really. She also didn’t really know a lot about his sex life either.

“Jughead now that I’m thinking about it we’ve never really talked about you.”


“Have you? Am I-“

“Betty. No that’s not uhhm no that’s not the problem.” Jughead stumbled through the words chuckling at the thought of her thinking he was still a virgin.

Betty felt a little whiplash at the words. Who did he not tell her about?

“So who then? I mean you know everything about my history hell you and Archie know all my history. It’s a little embarrassing.” Betty reddened as she thought of all the times she would talk about her conquests not considering that Jughead was bothered by it.

“Oh, well. I guess one good thing came from growing up next to a girl. Yeah uh so even though Archie reddens and holds his hands over his ears any time it comes up but uhm Sabrina and I kind of helped each other out? And there were a few at NYU while you were gone. None of it meant anything, I think in my head I was always imagining you.”

“I know the feeling.” The memory of her uttering Jughead’s name with Veronica popped into her mind making her cringe. “So Sabrina? Explain.” Betty giggled at the image. It may have been a coping mechanism to dealing with the fact that Jughead wasn’t so innocent after all.

“Well it was only really in high school. It was the kind of thing where you both are inexperienced but don’t want to be and you trust each other so you just kind of do it for the sake of getting good at it.”



“So I have Sabrina to thank for your expertise?” Betty smiled into a laugh before she was in a fit of giggles.

“Uh…Yeah.” He started to laugh as well and within minutes they were both rolling around in hysterics.

“Oh I got to go thank her. Let me call her now ‘Hello, hey Sabrina thanks for breaking him in for me. Toodles!’”

Betty shrieked as Jughead grabbed her at her waist in response. “Oh you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Oooh am I?”

“Yes.” Jughead nodded as he pulled her into him as he wrapped his arm around her. He leaned over her to turn off the lamp and then turned back to her.

“Goodnight Juggie.”

“Night Betts.”

Betty felt the warmth of his breath on her neck as he whispered the words and soon fell asleep in his arms with her legs intertwined in his and her hands on his.

Betty and Jughead woke up eight hours later and set out on the road. They drove till dark fighting over playlist selections and Betty’s weird obsession with Dawson’s Creek.

They found a target and decided to stock up on snacks and gorge out in the parking lot.

Hour 40

Betty wandered through the aisles of the grocery as Jughead left to go get chips. Her body floated over the linoleum and before she knew it she was in the liquor aisle. She stood there taking it all in. Her eyes danced over the glimmering bottles and her mouth watered. She looked her favorite brand rosé.

It’s so unfair, she thought as her feet stayed glued to the floor. Her eyes darkened and she held her stare and a hole opened in her chest inviting a melancholy as bitter and sweet as a martini.

Why does it have to be me? Why me?

Jughead grabbed the bag of Tostitos, salsa, and some cheese puffs. He jogged through the candy aisle surprised he didn’t see Betty. He grabbed a bag of twizzlers and chocolate and ran down one aisle after another. He rushed to the next aisle but stopped in his tracks as he saw her. He fell back a little, clutching the food to his chest as he saw her eyes glaze over.

She was facing the tequila now. She didn’t waver as he slowly stood beside her. He looked at her but she wouldn’t budge, she wouldn’t look at him.

Betty’s body went warm and her skin flushed under his gaze. Her cheeks burned and her throat ached. She tried not to cry but soon tears were slowly trickling down from her eyelashes. She let out a heavy breath as her mind wandered into places of heady cocktails and crooked smiles. A world she loved, and was leaving.

Jughead felt useless as he saw her cheeks glistening with tears and her broken visage.

He reached down and held her hand. His fingers softly played over her palm. He rubbed circles into her skin as he watched her breath.

Her throat clenched and her voice cracked as she tried.

“Juggie I-“

“I know.”

She looked at him desperately as he cut her off and uttered the words. Her breath hitched. Her mouth closed and her lips pushed together as she tried not to break in front of his gaze.

“I know.”

The words fell off his tongue filling the air and coating her in safety.

“C’mon let’s go.”

10 favourite characters from 10 fandoms

thank you @gershwinn for tagging♥
this was difficult one indeed!

1. Jughead Jones (Riverdale)

2. Betty Cooper (Riverdale) -  there is really NO way to skip one of them

3. Annalise Keating (How to Get Away with Murder)

4. Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) - difficult!!

5. Madeline Mackenzie (Big Little Lies)

6. Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) - another difficult as hell because i have so many

7. Octavia Blake (The 100)

8. Mieczyslaw Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

9. Tyrion Lannister (Game of Thrones)

10. Chandler Bing (Friends)

I tag @risingbughead @jsmndns  @ladybughead @oleekingcole @quirkyanya & @jughead-wuz-here and if you have been tagged already or don’t feel like doing it then sorry xx