pop lit

*casually chops off a finger*

I never believed in soulmates. My breathing, my heartbeat, my body, my being wasn’t made for you, and neither yours for me. But whenever someone asks me, how long we’ve been together or how long I’ve known you, without any hesitation my answer is “always.”

I refuse to believe the first time that our bodies collided was in this world. We met eons over. Far before the heavenly bodies lit up the night sky and before my bones came to rest in this body of mine. This love, this thing, this feeling I have for you, it’s always been here.

—  This Love, This Thing, by Nicole Moon
body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue


anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

I find it entirely adorable that Fred Andrews didn't tell Archie about his old band until his boyfriend FP was there so they can share that memory together with their kids.
I Will Show You - FP Jones | Riverdale

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Mentions of sexual content & Daddy!kink, huge age difference

Wordcount: 1091

The puddle of water reflected the lights of Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe. It was almost 11 PM but the dinner was still filled with people. A girl, around the age of seventeen, sat in a red Jeep. Loud music was playing while she scrolled through her phone. It was clear to everyone that she was waiting for someone. This, someone, was FP Jones, the fearless leader of the Southside Serpents. The Serpents lived on the south side of Riverdale and were feared by the north, west and east. They were especially known for drugs, alcohol, and stealing. The girl was born and raised as a Serpent. At some point, her parents began to care less and she began to hang out with Joaquin and he was the reason, how she met FP.

Right now, she was waiting for him. She only went with him because he promised her some food, which she probably won’t get. After all, an invisible rule said that the Serpents were actually not allowed in the other parts of Riverdale. The only thing she knew about his business was that it was with someone called Lodge. The girl moved her eyes to the nearest cars; Cheryl Blossom’s Car. She was the queen bee of Riverdale High, and the youngest and now only child of the Blossom Family.

Just because she had the money, the red-haired witch thought she could rule Riverdale, mostly the whole world. Before she could drift even more into her thoughts, the door of the driver side opened. FP had an angry look on his face while fastening his seat belts. The girl looked concerned and reached out for his hand. The older man moved his face to look at her, and his eyes soften. “Everything okay?” she asked him while he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah, nothing your pretty head has to worry about,” he told her with a wink. The teenager girl was about to answer when she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. A waitress was staring at them, with a deathly glare. FP touched her shoulder which caused the girl to look at him again. He caressed her cheek and moved towards to kiss her.

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Forgive me if I taste of thorns and unforgiveness, of metal and acid, of blood and hatred, of fire and anger. Forgive me if my lips no longer swell at the touch of yours, hungry and needing, begging for a release of some kind. Forgive me if I no longer linger on the cusp of your tongue, tasting of honey, of sunlight, of the universe.

For I have swallowed whole the demons of past, some yours, some mine, who have taken residence in between the crooks of my hollowed out bones, and haunted the only place I’ve ever been able to call home. They have burned themselves deep into memories of past, uninvited and unwelcome and have laid claim to the way my bones wrestle and rattle within my own skin.

Forgive me if I have come out of my battle hood, battered and unpretty and tiresome. For I am a victor nonetheless of the way I carry myself. And my worth, my suffering, my fight, will not be marred by how unwell I walk away from the trenches of war.

—  An Ode to Joan of Arc (and Every Woman to Walk the Earth), By Nicole Moon

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Soulmate AU based off of TiMER? Basically you can get an implant on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate! Thanks!!

I’ve never seen the movie but I’ll give it a go!


Bettys feet pounded the pavement, white tennis sneakers scuffing up the Riverdale park sidewalk as her blonde ponytail bounced messily behind her. Betty Cooper turned sixteen today, just like every other birthday she hid on her own buried in the seats at the Bijou theatre, double feature after double feature keeping her mind occupied as she spared glances at the implant secured in her skin.

The digital implant was placed in the wrists of every human being at birth, it was something resembling a digital clock, a countdown blinking on the skin. It was a constant reminder that you were destined to meet your soulmate at some point, it provided hope and whimsy, a fool proof way to find love. Betty was a hopeless romantic, she loved the idea of the waiting game, the fact that there was someone out there for everyone. Unfortunately, Betty didn’t have that luxury, her own implant was stuck at 0:00, it had been like that for as long as she could remember and every year on her birthday she knew she was one year closer to being on her own for the rest of her life, it broke her heart.

The bright red lights of Pops Diner lit up the Riverdale streets, it was past 11:00 and the popular burger joint was close to deserted, there was one person who would be there though, another birthday tradition.

Sliding through the glass doors as the familiar jingle of the bells rang through the diner, Betty found exactly who she was looking for.

Jughead Jones, typing quickly on his laptop, two steaming cups of coffee sitting in front of him, he looked up to the door, smiling when his stormy grey eyes met her soft green ones. Betty wrapped her fingers around her ponytail holder and pulled it out, letting the loose honey blonde curls spill over her shoulders.

Betty slid into the booth across Jughead, lifting the caramel coffee to her lips and inhaling.

“mmm” she sighed

Jughead chuckled under his breath

“Nice to see you too Bets”

Betty looked up and grinned

“Hi Juggie”

he rolled his eyes and went back to typing, his eyes glancing up at her occasionally, taking in her profile as she stared out the window.

She was so beautiful, Betty Cooper was one of the most kindhearted, beautiful girls he had ever had the fortune of knowing. She was smart as a whip and had a dark side to rival his own, she would take the shirt off her own back if it meant helping someone else. Her eyes were sad today, they always were on this day.

“Happy Birthday Betty.” he whispered, drawing her eyes to his.

“Happy Birthday Jughead” she answered, a sad smile on her lips as her eyes shifted to the thick bracelets covering his left wrist.

He had been hiding his implant since the day he found out what it meant, he was angry and he felt cheated. The glaring 0:00 always reminding him that he was destined to be alone, he figured that was why he was so interested in Betty, she was like him, she was given the same disappointing series of numbers and she didn’t deserve it. If anyone deserved a soulmate it was Betty Cooper, he would have given anything to be Bettys soulmate.

They sat in Pops for an hour before jughead packed his things up and nodded towards the door, the two teens heading out and going home

“You don’t have to walk me home every year Juggie.” she glanced down at their joined hands, the beanie wearing boy blushed, tightening his finger around hers

“who am I to break tradition? he joked

By the time they reached Bettys door, her shoulders had slumped and she trudged to her front porch

“ see you tomorrow?” she asked, one hand on her doorknob

Jughead nodded absently, his eyes shifting as he reached out and grabbed Bettys wrist, his fingers grazing her implant, suddenly a shock of electricity went through both of them and Jughead pulled back quickly, Betty staring down at her wrist

“Juggie..” she whispered but he was already backing away

“I..uhh. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

dazed, Betty slowly walked into her house, closing the door quietly

“hello Elizabeth.”

Betty swirled around at the sound of her mothers voice, shocked to see both of her parents sitting on the living room couch, staring at her expectedly.

“mom? dad?”

“We need to talk, its time you know.” Hal motioned for Betty to sit and she did hesitantly.

“we know how difficult this has been on you, believing you don’t have a soulmate, living life with those zeros. but Elizabeth, its not true , you’ve had a soulmate the entire time, we’ve been waiting for you to figure it out, we didn’t want to tell you, we thought it would be better if you found out for yourself.

Bettys eyes were wide and her fingers were dangerously close to her palms


Alice and Hal looked at each other nervously and Betty repeated again

“who” a dangerous lilt to her voice.

Hal spoke now

“Jughead Jones, you were born in the same hospital on the same day, that’s why your implants don’t work, you’ve already met your soulmate.”

Betty was out the door faster than she thought possible, her sneakers hitting pavement again.

Before she knew it, she was standing before Jugheads trailer, out of breath and panting as she banged heavily on the front door. F.P Jones answered the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning,

“Betty? what are you doing here its..”

she cut him off

“I know Mr.Jones,they told me” she pushed her wrist up and he stared at it, realization dawning suddenly and he grinned

“about time kid, JUGHEAD” he shouted, the boy in question came running, pulling sleep pants on and running a hand through his hair, stopping dead when he saw Betty

“ Bets? what are yo..?”

suddenly the blonde was lunging at him, her lips on his as his hands found their way to her hips, it was like coming home, sparks and lights flying everywhere. Betty pulled away, her eyes glazed as she gripped at his back, her fingers moving to his wrist and pulling the bracelet from his arm.

“Happy Birthday soulmate.” she whispered,

Jugheads hands tightened around her waist, his eyes wide,

“soulmate?” suddenly clarity hit his face and he pulled her wrist to his face


betty giggled “oh” she repeated

A grin  split his face and he swung Betty around

“ hey there soulmate” he laughed

Riverdale Imagine: Waitress (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: The reader, who is a waitress at Pop’s, falls hard for Jughead over the summer. After she works up the courage to give him her number, she finds him in a booth with Betty Cooper and is heartbroken.

Approx. 1300 words

I had been working as a waitress at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe for the entire summer in an attempt to save up some money for all the travelling I had planned to do once school had finished for good. I had naively assumed that it would be the most boring summer of my life, just taking orders and bring people their food, but that was before I waited on Jughead Jones. It was only my third shift and it was a Monday night, which meant that it was reasonably quiet, when I shuffled over to the booth in the middle of the diner where one person was sitting; yawning as I slowly pulled my notepad from my pocket.

“What can I get for you?” I asked politely, not raising my gaze from my notepad.

“The usual” he replied.

I sighed and looked up, about to explain that I was new and therefore I didn’t yet know ‘the usual’ order of everyone in Riverdale, but I was rendered speechless when I saw him. He was focused on his laptop screen and was typing ferociously, so I had a moment to observe him unnoticed before he turned to me, and I knew in that second that I was in trouble. His curls were midnight black and were escaping from an unusual grey crown-shaped beanie that was pulled firmly over his head. He was lanky, but still muscular as I could see the shape of his bicep flexing against his jacket, and his facial features were well defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. As he gazed up at me with his emerald-green eyes – probably wondering why I was still standing there – there was no trace of arrogance or cockiness on his face, his clear obliviousness of his own good looks just made me fall for him all the more.

“Oh I’m sorry” he laughed sheepishly, “I didn’t realise you were new! I’ll have a cheeseburger and fries please.”

“Of course” I said, blushing fiercely.

“I’m Jughead” he said, his hand outstretched. “I spend most of my time here so we will probably get to know each other pretty well” he laughed.

“I’m Y/N” I murmured and I took his warm hand and smiled at him through my lashes.


I spent the rest of the summer silently crushing on Jughead, it didn’t help that he was in the diner almost every day. Sometimes I even helped him with his novel as whenever he couldn’t think of a word he would always call me for my assistance and I never minded, even when it was really busy. Eventually, near the end of the summer, my best friend Veronica Lodge got tired of watching me stare at Jughead with puppy-dog eyes and declared that I had to let him know how I felt.

“Leave him your number” she advised me, “write it on a napkin like they do in the movies.”

“I don’t know Ronnie, what if he doesn’t like me in that way? I don’t want to make things awkward” I whined.

“Well it’s awkward for me watching you pine after him” she moaned; “If you don’t do anything then I will have to do it for you” she threatened.

That was enough to persuade me as I grabbed a napkin off the counter and carefully wrote my number down. When it was time to take Jughead’s order over to him, I took a deep breath as I picked up the plates and carried them over to his usual booth, but to my horror I discovered that he wasn’t alone. A gorgeous blonde-haired, green-eyed girl was sitting opposite him, the kind of gorgeous that I couldn’t match. They were laughing as I set the plates down and hastily stuffed the napkin in my apron; she looked up and smiled at me kindly.

“Hey Y/N!” Jughead said excitedly, making my heart ache, “Betty would you like anything? It’s on me” he said, gesturing towards the menu.

“Oh could I get a vanilla milkshake?” she asked me sweetly.

“Mmhmm” I replied, trying to sound genuine. Just as I reached into my apron to pull out my notepad and write down her order, the napkin with my phone number written on it was accidently pulled out also and fluttered to the ground at Jughead’s feet.

“Oh Y/N, you dropped this” he exclaimed as he leant down to pick it up. My stomach dropped as I saw it in his hand and, before I had the chance to take it off him, he noticed the number written upon it in my familiar scrawl. “Ooo who’s the lucky guy?” he joked.

His face fell immediately when he saw my expression; I was biting my lip and trying not to cry as I shook my head at him slightly, silently begging him to stop.

“Oh god, Y/N I didn’t mean –” he began, but I had already turned and practically ran into the kitchen where I was safe from prying eyes. I told one of the other waitresses that I was suddenly feeling very sick and, taking one look at my pale face, she practically ushered me out of the back door, promising to cover my tables.


Later that evening I was crying down the phone to Veronica, who I had left abandoned in the diner, as I was trying to figure out how I was going to be able to finish my shift tomorrow knowing that he would be there.

“It was so… so… humiliating Ronnie” I sniffed, “he even asked me who I was giving the number to until he realised it was supposed to be him.”

“Awh hun, I’m sure he is actually really flattered that you wanted to give him your number” she reassured me, “he was probably joking about it initially to hide his disappointment as he thought you were giving it to someone else.”

“I doubt it, did you see the girl he was with!” I moaned.

“Believe me, I did!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Ronnie! Now is not the time!” I warned.

Just at that moment there was a knock on my front-door and, since both my parents were out, I had to pull myself out of bed to go and answer it. I muttered down the phone to Veronica that I would call her back and pulled a sweater over my pyjamas as I trudged downstairs. As I opened the door, I inhaled in shock as I beheld Jughead on my doorstep, his hair tousled and a concerned look on his face. Before I could ask him what he was doing here, he sheepishly held out a familiar looking takeout bag from Pop’s.

“I heard you weren’t feeling well, but I thought it might have had more to do with my dick-move earlier so I’ve come to apologise. I’m sorry Y/N, I should have realised” he said sincerely. I nodded, but couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze as I still felt humiliated by the whole ordeal, I should have known that he wouldn’t like me back.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend” I mumbled. To my surprise, Jughead laughed.

“Betty isn’t my girlfriend! She is like 110% gay!” he announced, a slight smugness in his tone. I looked up at him in astonishment; he was staring back at me intently. Before I could say anything, he took a step towards me and, pulling me towards him by my waist, his lips crashed down against mine hungrily. After an initial moment of surprise, I returned the kiss deeply, leaning into him with my hands pressed against his toned stomach. I groaned when he pulled away from me and he chuckled. 

“Are your parents home?” he asked mischievously.

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