Veronica as the snarky Slytherin, always classy, who cautiously plots revenge, ‘bitch resting face - idc about anything’ walking stereotype but when finally gets hurt, feels it deeper and longer than anyone else. Betty as the impulsive Hufflepuff that is good when it’s nice, but better when is mean; loyal to no end and does ANYTHING to protect her Slytherin’s friend feelings.
1st house, the persona, the self, the glasses you view the world through 7th house, the persona and self in cooperation and in relation to others, the mirror that reveals the self
2nd house, physical intimacy, money and values, the material plane 8th house, soulful intimacy, money through inheritance and secrets, the world unknown
3rd house, lower mind, communication, knowledge gained in the early life and from the immediate environment, knowing through logic 9th house, higher mind, knowledge gained through continuous experience, morals, communication to the universe, beliefs and inner philosophies from what was learned in the early life and ongoing experience, the act of understanding
4th house, the psychological tap root, private life, protection through inner security, the inner child, archetypal mother, family and past 10th house, the reputation sought out for oneself, the public life, security sought from the outer world, archetypal father, the adult that one becomes, the future
5th house, the creative expression of the self, love received, romance and pleasure, inner warmth and the urge to radiate 11th house, the self in comparison with humanity, love given, warmth that is spread throughout, love of friends, community, society and humanity, pleasure through humanitarian pursuits
6th house, health, hard work, routine and order, helpfulness and service to the mundane, mental growth and self improvement, structure 12th house, inner workings of the subconscious, chaos, sacrifice to the universe, soul and spiritual growth, self undoing, dissolving and dispersing
Author’s Note: So, this is going to be a Jughead/OC story. I’ve ALWAYS loved Betty/Jughead from the time I was a kid when I read the comics but I couldn’t help but create an OC after watching Riverdae SOLELY for my own entertainment. Hope you guys like it!
A warm breeze blew through Marley Morrison’s long, blonde hair as she made her way down Heath Street towards Betty Cooper’s house. It was early, too early if she was honest but it was the first day of school – the official end of summer vacation – and though that thought was enough to make her cry, the thought of seeing Betty and the rest of the gang put an extra little pep in her step.
Hey Guys, here is the final part for this fiction. Thanks for the likes and reblogs, it is much appreciated. Now that this is finished I have a few requests to write for so look out for those. :) And thank you to the person who sent me a message for an insult for Jughead from Reggie.
He put a hand on her shoulder wanting to comfort her and she collapsed onto him. Her face nuzzled into his shirt. “You smell nice.” She commented, feeling his body stiffen at the contact.
“Thanks?” he responded unsure. He was in a small enclosed space with Betty Cooper at a house party, it wasn’t exactly where he thought his night was going to end up. Her hands moved to encircle his waist and he went to put some distance between them, his back hitting the wall behind him. He needed to process what was happening. She moved towards him again her hand pressed against his chest. “Betts. Come on.” his tone was light, friendly, trying to break the tension that had suddenly engulfed the small room. But she was having none of it, her eyes had darkened and they carefully examined him in a way he had not seen a member of the opposite sex look at him before.
“Betts I don’t think this is a good idea.” He let out, as her hand moved to his shirt playing with the material. His hands were braced on the wall behind him, he was out of space to move and she was not backing away.
“What did I say about people telling me what to do?” She replied.
“Not telling, advising.”
“I always do what is best Jug. That’s my life’s mission. But sometimes I get sick of being the good girl.” He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. She smiled noticing his reaction. Her hand moved from the opening of his shirt to his neck, playing with the curls of hair that escaped underneath his beanie.
“Betts.” He groaned in warning. She had fully invaded his personal space now. If she was anyone else he would have pushed them away by now.
“Don’t you want to make me feel better.” She pressed her body against his.
“I don’t want to be a rebound.” He choked out.
“This isn’t about that. This is two people who know each other very well, who at one time or another have imagined what it would be like to cross that line.” She said seductively as she trailed a finger down the side of his cheek to lightly ghost across his lips.
“You have thought about that?” He asked searching her eyes for honesty. She took a hold of his hand and placed it on her hip.
“Haven’t you?” She said avoiding the question. He glanced at his watch on the hand not currently attached to her hip holding her tight now without realizing.
“We have 3 minutes left.” He stated struggling to keep his tone even.
“Tick, Tock” She replied.
“Fuck it.” He groaned in defeat, his hand reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer so that his lips could capture hers. Her lips were pliable under his, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her hands went to his hair dipping underneath the beanie on his head to feel his wavy locks he kept hidden. She had always wondered what his hair felt like, hidden always under that beanie.
Her tongue swept across his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he gladly gave all too easily. This feeling of being desired overwhelmed her, she wanted more, more of this feeling. Feeling bold she reached under his t-shirt, her fingertips touching bare skin and delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the contact. But he didn’t stop her, didn’t pull away as she had expected. She moved her hands to his bare back scratching lightly. She was reveling in the sounds that he was making, it made her feel powerful that she could create such a reaction in the usually stoic teen.
So far he had been along for the ride, letting her take the lead. But this feeling arising up in him had snowballed into something he couldn’t quite control. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more. Switching their positions he pushed her up against the wall, as his lips went to her neck, he took a testing nip the barest hint of teeth and then soothed the area immediately with his tongue as she gasped and moaned her appreciation.
Her hands were in his hair again. She wanted that hat gone. She knew it was his security blanket. A barrier against the the world and she wanted him without those. She wanted him laid bare. Those moments when she had thought about what it might be like to kiss him, she had never imagined this. She had expected an awkwardness and hesitation on both sides. But this was nothing like that. This felt almost right. There was a push and pull between them, give and take. This was not the sweet first kiss she had expected to write in her diary, all sunshine and rainbows and Archie Andrews. This was raw and unhinged. Her fingers were now laced in his hair as she directed him to where she needed to feel his touch the most.
She felt his hand moving up her waist, up her ribcage, the underside of her breast just short of touching her where she needed him to. She keened into his touch.
“Please.” She let slip from her lips. She heard him take a deep breath before his hand caressed her breast and his mouth reclaimed hers.
“Right Betty times up.” Veronica said as she opened the closet door, Archie stood next to her and may have needed some help picking his jaw up of the floor. Within the closet were his two best friends tangled up in each other, hair mussed, the crown beanie on the floor left forgotten. It seemed Veronica too was lost for words.
“Whoa looks like Needlenose does know what to do with a girl after all.” Reggie shouted peering over the shoulder of Archie who was still having difficulty getting his mouth to form words. Betty and Jughead broke apart, Betty casually smoothing down her dress, while he picked up his beanie from the floor pulling it quickly onto his head. He looked over to Betty expecting to see embarrassment or a look of guilt at being caught in the act, but he couldn’t read anything from her face. The closest thing he could describe it as was determined.
“Oh looks like Betty Cooper isn’t so innocent after all. More like your sister than we thought. Must be a Cooper thing.” Cheryl commented smugly. Betty’s face didn’t change, didn’t crumble and break like it usually would. Instead she walked over to Cheryl never breaking eye contact. She was in Cheryl’s face now, eye to eye. Cheryl noted the look in her eye and her smile faltered.
“I am done being your little plaything. Cross me again. so much as say Polly’s name and you will regret it.” She stepped past her heading for the exit. She looked back over her shoulder at the devastation in her wake, to the boy still in the closet. “Are you coming?”
I’m so bored. So It’d be totally awesome if any of you in these fandoms would gladly give me art requests or asked me questions- if you actually look at a lot of my art and stuff Iand yeah… (<—- Questions thing)
But then again I am totally fine with drawing stuff from any other fandom! Your choice!
Oc’s are ok too-!
So are ships!
And let’s not forget! You can request it in Digital drawn or on Paper!
When Digital: it’s gonna be colored no matter what.
When paper: It can be either colored or not.
(Examples are above)
But if you do take part in this I’d totally appreciate it!