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staliasjeronica · 6 years

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Riverdale 3.01 Thoughts *spoilers*

- the kids... are JUNIORS? Uh okay.

- VERONICA. MY LOVE. MY BABY. IN A POP’S OUTFIT!!!

- still iffy about Betty being in law... like where’d it come from? Her likeness of it? It’s probably just because of Archie’s trial and the fact that she constantly breaks the law, but still... it seemed to come out of nowhere

- In the narration he talked about Archie, Betty, and Veronica being the “best friends you’ll ever have” and I’m just stating that that means that Jeronica are officially best friends! Y E S BITCH!

- did this bitch seriously just call Nick St. Claire... INNOCENT? And brought up the fact that he pulled a gun on Sweet Pea? I’ve always wanted that confrontation but NOT LIKE THIS.

- MARY ANDREWS! A fucking legend! Her speech was incredible, too. Like, if I was a Riverdale resident and didn’t know Archie, I would definitely believe that he was innocent. But of course something stupid like Archie being a dumbass (love you though, Arch) is going to fuck everything up 🙄🙄🙄

- JOSIE AND KEVIN STANDING SIDE BY SIDE IS ALL I NEEDED!!! I can’t wait to see more of them as step siblings and shit. Maybe she can convince Kevin not to get with Moose lmao I hate him so fucking much

- HIRAM YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING TALK TO ARCHIE YOU LITTLE BITCH

- I’VE SEEN SPOILERS SO I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE FRED PUNCH A BITCH

- As amazing as that was though... THAT WOULDN’T HELP ARCHIE’S CASE IT WOULD MAKE IT WORSE!!!

- lmao Hiram gets angry and pushes the guy who kept him from getting back at Fred as if he didn’t start it what a bitch

- dilton and Ben... are really gonna die aren’t they. This is a Midge situation— bring them back to kill them wow... also why does Dilton look like he could be Sweet Pea’s younger brother...

- so both Veronica and Jughead got chocolate shakes. I’m not saying they’re soulmates... but they’re soulmates and I don’t care what Camila says about Jeronica... they’re meant to be together oops

- CHERYL MY BISEXUAL/LESBIAN QUEEN!!!! MAKING HER FUCKING ENTRANCE!

- but it’s so sad that she made the effort to invite all of them to her party but they couldn’t make an exception to couples weekend... like I know it helped Cheryl get with Toni but that’s just... sad.

- ALSO CHERY’S JACKET IM WHEEZING CALL AN AMBULANCE

- of course Choni had three months of development but we won’t see it 🙃🙃🙃

- can’t really hear what Alice and Polly are really saying... but I definitely heard Alice say “ritual” and you never hear that word unless you’re in a cult wake the fuck up alice you can’t be more fucked up than Betty and Polly you need to help save them

- Dr. Glass... therapist? Mmhm but wouldn’t they tell her that she’s too reliant and co-dependent on Jughead and hopefully break them up? I call bullshit on this therapist

- BARCHIE + FRED WORKING ON A CAR TOGEHER WOW WE LOVE A FUTURE ENDGAME BEING HOT ASS MECHANICS TOGETHER WITH HER FUTURE FAMILY

- “we did it dad” the way he said this... might have made me choke... it was so happy and excited, like a kid. I’m NOT CRYING OKAY

- “just in time” *Fred immediately avoids eye contact with Archie before stating he’s going back into the house* BITCH HE’S GOING IN THERE TO CRY HUH LIKE HE’S THINKING ABOUT HIS SON GOING TO JAIL THIS IS HORRIBLE.

- “the jury is still deliberating, you don’t need to put your house in order” Betty... it’s called JUST IN CASE. Plus it would ease his mind so... shut up lmao

- THE TEARS IN RONNIE’S EYES AS SHE’S CONFRONTING HER FATHER BBY NOOOO

- ALSO SHE HAS TO LIVE UNDER THE SAME ROOF AS HIM IM SO SORRY SWEETIE GO LIVE WITH JUG OR MOVE IN WITH FRED! She doesn’t deserve this you bitch ass Hiram

- also I’m sad that Hiram doesn’t have a bruise from Fred punching him

- I’ll say it until I die but I’m just gonna say it now: HIRAM IS A BITCH ASS HOE! He literally destroyed Archie’s life and devastated his daughter... all for a fucking P R I S O N

- SWEET PEA AND FANGS HAVE OFFICIALLY BLESSED MY SCREENS YAY. Also Fangs your bisexual ass is showing with that extremely open shirt... and Sweet Pea... you fucking too lmao I love Swangs (no hate but I’m also kinda here for Swosie even though it’s just a fling)

- it’s... so annoying... that Hiram is with the Ghoulies, yet makes out the Serpents to be the worst. Like Hiram your bought gang members are cannibals (apparently), and are the ACTUAL gang that sells and distributes Jingle Jangle soooo wtf

- Jug... you can’t send Fangs without backup. I REPEAT YOU CANNOT SEND FANGS WITHOUT SOME BACKUP! He got shot once and I swear if he’s hurt again I’m going to end you. I only care about certain people: Sweet Pea, Fangs, Cheryl, Toni, Veronica, and Archie... so if you get one of them hurt you’re dead to me

- we all been knew that Archie’s tattoo was fake but LOOK AT FP IN GLASSES I’M

- I love Betty with these outfits. They’re really nice tbh

- Alice... you can’t burn SOMEONE ELSE’S JOURNAL! Also yeah it’s filled with negative shit but that’s why it’s written in journals... to vent and get it over with.

- also if you have to reference someone (Edgar) every sentence you know you’re probably too reliant on them

- although what Alice says about sitting still and shit is kinda true I guess. Betty doesn’t need to be constantly figuring shit out but I’ll just pretend I never agreed with the woman in a fucking cult

- is Polly gonna tell her about her Betty’s “darkness” because PLEASE(or the webcamming). When Alice gets better she can call Betty out on her shit.

- Cheryl’s a queen, I love her place, but Moose is here so uhhhh ew.

- SWOSIE BITCHES!!!! I saw gifs of it and I love it

- “not even a tall, cool drink of sweet water like you...” as she STROKES HIS FUCKING CHEST I’M

- but he was so happy and cute “I can’t wait to see you in the hallways”

- BITCH SWEET PEA IS A ROMANTIC WHAT

- the way he leans back into the kiss is everything, and the way he watches her leave I’m star struck goodbye

- you give me Swosie just to immediately go to Mevin? You couldn’t have gone to another couple at least? Don’t ruin the moment ugh

- Kevin... is proposing... a sex pact? Wtf? But Moose looks so uncomfortable, which I find actually pretty sad. Kevin wants someone who’s out, who isn’t afraid to be with him in public and that person isn’t Moose. He was really happy with Joaquin and now that he knows why Joaquin was slightly distant there’ll be no secrets between them so... bring Joaquin back so Joavin can rise again you cowards! Moose needs to find himself, but he shouldn’t bring Kevin with him. He needs to go through this by himself.

- mmhm Reggie not giving a damn about Archie’s (fake) Serpent tattoo... I want to see Reggie apologize to the Serpents (and also find out that Sweet Pea is his brother oops)

- oh Bc Archie asks Reggie’s cool with the Serpents. I DEFINITELY need an apology right fucking now, Mantle.

- “whatcha thinking bout, babe?” BABE. B A B E. BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE

- I have subtitles on and it says “Tee-Tee” NO ITS T-T (or just TT)

- poor Cheryl 😭😭😭

- but also why the fuck is there a couch outside by the pool lmao

- Veronica is constantly about to cry and I’m... with her. I’m gonna cry too STAWP

- YAS JOSIE!!!!

- dilton... we were all excited to see you again but now you’re just being a creepy weirdo so...

- FANGS MY BBY

- UMMMMMM LEAVE HOTDOG ALONE

- lmao Betty seems so out of place at this little Serpent meeting... she really does not belong there

- “the Serpent Queen is a Warrior queen” the next fucking sentence better be Toni or Sweet Pea shutting her the fuck down. If she was a “Serpent Queen” she would ACTUALLY TRULY care about the Serpents instead of joining so she can stay closer to Jughead and shit

- Sweet Pea slightly shook his head in the background so I’m just gonna... pretend he told Betty to shut the fuck up

- Betty’s gonna fuck everything up and then blame it on someone else isn’t she

- Awww Archie overhearing his parents talking about Archie and the trial. “Even I couldn’t stop Hiram Lodge from getting his claws into our son” STAWP 😭😭😭

- Archie thinks that he deserves this? Bitch BETTY is the one who’s done actual (okay well the worst crimes of the group) crimes but her bitch ass isn’t going to jail! She never gets any repurcussions. If anyone deserves going to jail it’s Betty

- Sheriff Minetta... no one misses you

- Betty has her own Serpent jacket... I mean thanks I hate it but I also hate to admit that she looks actually good in it. Still doesn’t deserve to be a Serpent she’s done nothing for them except bone their “leader”

- lmao Cheryl is strong af pushing Betty back into the car.

- Jughead... do you seriously think they’re going to let you leave with Hot Dog? Lmao maybe you do deserve Betty you two are both idiots

- YASSS CHERYL FUCK MALACHAI UPPPPP

- this weird dream of Archie’s was pretty cool. I was confused for a second but still it was really awesome

- of course the one thing Betty ACTUALLY needs and she lies about it. Also, add forging prescriptions to her list of criminal offenses. Can you just once write Betty to be likable? When she comforted Veronica was great (although still need an apology from her) but that Serpent queen line... omfg no

- although they’re a part of a fucking cult Polly is making some great points.

- YOUNGBLOOD BY 5SOS!!

- So... despite being invited by Cheryl to her party they don’t invite her or anyone else to the fucking water hole place? Wtf

- “last one in gets a sticky maple!” That’s... kind of rude considering what Chuck did to Veronica. Speaking of where is Chuck? Did they start that redemption ark for NOTHING? Also the statement is worse when V is the last to jump in...

- wow look at Varchie being the hottest couple (there. The hottest couple is obviously Choni)

- Jughead you’re not supposed to burn the marshmallows

- JUGHEAD YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ARCHIE TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT YOU STUPID FUCK

- YES BETTY! GET SOME FUCKING HELP

- If Jughead supports this, they will finally being going in a good direction? For once? Like if you’re going to force this disgusting ship on us at least make them healthy and tolerable

- I hate them but the beanie scene was cute. Probably because Cole actually improvised that

- When Varchie’s scene was still much better, hotter, and aesthetic than Betty and Jughead’s lmao thank you Riverdale

- why do they make Varchie cuter when they’re going to end them? This is bullshit

- hey maybe if they make Betty and Jughead cuter (cause let’s be honest they’ve had like two cute scenes that I’ll admit to lol) they’ll end their relationship too

- VEGAS

- what the fuck dilton lol

- “we can talk about this when I get back” wow that’s a surefire way to make sure that Dilton dies

- like I said Archie does something stupid and ruins EVERYTHING.

- Archie... if you’re FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE no one FUCKING cares that they’d have to go through this shit again. I love you but you’re stupid as fuck

- Veronica 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- ARCHIE’S LAST WORDS WILL BE “I love you, Veronica” IM SOBBING

- Veronica’s look to Hiram is lethal and I’m here for it.

- Honestly... if they somehow manage to make this about Betty I’ll scream because we all know Betty has to be interwoven into every plot

- DADS OF RIVERDALE FUCK YEAH

- ALL OF THEM WORKING TOGETHER? YES BITCH

- AND VERONICA STILL HAS TO GO HOME WITH HIRAM?

- honestly though why didn’t they make her testify awhile ago? They said it was too late but her statement would help? She LIVES with the man, she could easily tell them about how much of a master manipulator he is like... what the fuck

- literally Veronica just wear a wire around Hiram so you can implicate him. He legit just told you that he did all of this to get back at you for choosing him over blood (also wow so healthy)

- “you don’t have a daughter anymore” we love and stan Veronica

- so... Jug shouldn’t have gone alone but uhh Dilton is fucking dead

- um what the fuck is with the babies... and also why is Betty convulsing? Probably gonna be blamed on the supernatural instead of her Adderral. (Also I just reached the limit of this holy fuck lmao)

#Riverdale #Riverdale Spoilers #Riverdale Thoughts #Riverdale Undefined #Riverdale 3.01 #Anti Bughead #Varchie #Swosie #Sweet Pea #Josie McCoy #anti betty cooper #South Side Serpents #Jughead Jones #Veronica Lodge #Fangs Fogarty #Falice

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btsvarchie · 5 years

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via thecwriverdale

#camila mendes #video #riverdale #undefined #10/02/2019

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thebetterjonesboy · 5 years

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a playlist inspired by sweet pea

night falls upon the two lovers, leaving them to be wrapped up in warm candlelight. hypnotized further into obsession with eachother as a more solemn but darkly sultry selection of songs turns the key in the lock, ensuring their fate together. he was intoxicated by her, more than the wine she brought to her lips could ever intoxicate a human, regardless of the amount consumed. shes far too enchanting - he is constant wonder of her presence.

he couldn’t stay away from her if he tried, by god he did try at one time. but her love was so rich, so velvety and alluring. she has him absolutely hooked, putty in the palm of her hand. he’s not sure how she got him so whipped before he could even realize it. he’s not a man prone to letting anyone cut through the multitude of layers he’s created to protect himself over time.

she’s so mysterious somehow, something so impossible to maintain in this town. her eyes always having a gleam in them, an indescribable one... it seemingly hints that she knows something she shouldn’t, that she’s a force not to be reckoned with, as if she herself was the one that crafted the apple that made eve tempted and handpicked the words the snake whispered to convince eve to give into her temptation. she seemed as though she was heavenly and ethereal, but lucifer had a hand in her creation, making there something so indulgent and almost sinful to be in her grace.

eloquent and graceful, beyond intelligent; there’s something naturally seductive about the way she holds herself, the way she speaks, the way she moves. like she has every step choreographed, impossibly fluid. nothing can touch her. nothing will ever be able to decode her. her voice, golden honey. liquid moonlight. each word to drip from her tongue, laced with a poison - one he was not immune to. her voice was the first thing that roped him in. he now understands why the seamen often succumbed to the sirens. he succumbed to her, just as they did in their tales. he wouldn’t hesitate to dive into the depths if her voice was waiting for him at the other end.

the bottle of wine nears empty. the candles beginning to burn out, casting tempting shadows. the quiet music continues.

playlist: listen here

#sweet pea #moodboard #playlist #riverdale #southside serpents #idk if i love the blurb on this one #its heavily focused on his perception of his undefined nonspecific girl #idk i hope u guys enjoy #my last playlist post flopped so idk we’ll see #sweet pea aes

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redheadscribe · 3 years

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Fate Winx Saga Review

This is the Winx Club

This isn't

Ah Winx Club, I remembering waking up early in the morning to watch it on Saturday, I thought that it was a cool show and my favorite character was Bloom during the first three seasons when it was under 4Kids. I thought that the characters were cool, the setting was pretty awesome as well and overall it was fun. Years later I was pretty shocked that it is still going on though from what I heard it has lost a lot of it’s quality with season eight being a mixed bag and an okay art style. Now Netflix has acquired the rights and there were two separate shows that they produce.

The first being World of Winx, an animated spin off show showing the girls hiding out on earth helping people and dealing with an evil version of Tinkerbell? In all honesty I was a little confused like how was this a spin off? Was it a spin off from season four as Roxy is a supporting character in this universe? That part confused me but overall it was a pretty good show but at this point I don’t think Winx Club fans wouldn’t mind a reboot that got the She-Ra treatment. Needless to say Winx Club is a popular show that was big in Italy and other countries but it is not what it used to be. Especially when we have this show to talk about Fate: A Winx Saga.

When I first saw the trailer I was pretty confused because none of the shots in the trailer reminded me of Winx Club. Also none of the characters were recognizable as they white washed and replaced Flora, and also white washed Musa. The only three characters that were recognizable were Bloom, Stella and Aisha. However there personalities have changed so much that I can’t even say that this is a faithful adaptation. I know in adaptations there has to be certain changes that you have to make because either to budget or they can’t fit it in and some stuff has to be cut. The least the show could do was get the fashion right, I mean the only one who should be wearing red is Musa while Bloom is the one that wears different shades of blue. Then again the fashion overall is a big joke and they really should fire the costume designer as I looked and she has had no experience dressing up teenagers. Rants out of the way lets see how they butchered the characters.

Let’s start with the leading Pyromaniac herself, Bloom. What the hell did they do to my girl? As a fellow redhead myself it is safe to say Bloom was the one I lean towards to the most even though I did see myself in Tecna, and Flora. Bloom is a stuck up bitch in this show and has to make it all about her, which was one of the problems in some of season four and later on. She is also unbelievably gullible and really stupid. She basically believes anything that Beatrix, a psychopath and a known liar about the whole Not Domino city, yeah I don’t care about the name of this said city in other world. She is a problematic Pyromaniac something that cartoon Bloom season 1-3 would be horrified about, and surprisingly bland.

Now, this Bloom could have worked if there were either more episodes or just better writers. Think about it, she is a girl who discovers that she has these unknown powers and when her emotions get the better of her and harm her family she could be a little distant and closed off. She is angry and confused because she doesn’t understand what is happening which can lead her to feeling a lot of emotions. Though I do hate the fact that they ruined Mike and Vanessa but I forgot that this is a teen drama and as a teen drama parents are assholes, it is the law of teen television. There could have been a nice arc of Bloom dealing with the fact that she has been lied to her entire life, feeling angry and betrayed but then going back to the Bloom we love from the first three seasons as she realized that she was the same person, she just now has a place where she can feel at home while also having awesome fire powers. However we got the worst of Bloom that is shown post season five.

Now lets get to Stella, and I will try my best to contain my rage when I am writing this. Did a person who worked on this show really thought that it would be a great idea to change Stella and make her Diaspro? You know we could’ve added Diaspro and Stella in the same show, she and Stella could’ve been friends due to the two girls being royalty, but then both Stella and Sky would realize that she is a toxic person and break away from her. This is not Stella and the cartoon Stella wouldn’t be caught dead in some of the outfits that she was wearing, maybe the last episode outfit but that’s about it. They could’ve done something with her wardrobe, they could have her dress up as a old woman when her mother was around trying to impress her, and then dress up in clothes that the original Stella is known to wear. Stella is a stereotypical mean girl and there is nothing nuanced about her portrayal. This is not Stella this is Diaspro with Stella’s name.

Now let’s get on to Aisha, she is a fine characters but this isn’t Aisha as she has none of Aisha’s personality she is not even a princess of Andros and well she has no story outside of helping her white friend. Aisha was a standout of season two and had one of the best character entrances in the series. She doesn’t get a story of her own and she is relegated to just being the best friend that get’s Bloom out of trouble. The actress Precious Mustapha deserves way better than what they are giving her.

Now it is time for everybody’s favorite white-washed duo Terra/Flora and Musa. There have been videos and posts that are going over how stupid Netflix and Rainbow for doing this. Just to give everybody context, Musa’s appearance is based off of Lucy Liu and Flora is based off of Jennifer Lopez. I think that speaks for itself in how Netflix and Rainbow screwed this up especially when there are plus size Latinix actresses they could have casted. Now let’s get into their character, weirdly enough they are the ones that have the most interesting friendship dynamic, Terra is a fine character but she is not Flora and Musa is a lot more cold hearted and instead of being a fairy of music she is a mind fairy who is an empath. Now music in a way can evoke emotions and connect people on a deep level but her empathic powers are so undefined. Terra is a fine enough character and her family is pretty interesting.

Now lets get into the boys, Sky, Riven, Dane, and Sam. If there is one thing that I could applaud the show is that anyone can be a fairy or a specialist, it’s just a pity that they excluded the witches. Then again the witches do get the short end of the stick even in the cartoon. Sky is bland, and the actor only ever had one expression throughout the whole show. Riven is, well Riven has always been a jerk but cartoon Riven had some more well likable features than TV show Riven. Dane, he’s fine I would have liked him more if he wasn’t taking so many stupid pills when it came to Riven and Beatrix, boy he needs to find a better man to crush on becuase, Riven is not worth it at all, even if I didn’t like his performance I could definitely see him crushing on Sky way more than Riven. Sam is a fun character and I was glad to see a male fairy added to the school but that’s all I can say about him the boys are okay. If there was one thing that I enjoyed about World of Winx is that they didn’t include the boys and there was nothing lost from it, it was just the girls kicking ass and taking names.

There is not much to say about the school staff and Dowling is a fine character that is a lot like Faragonda, only really ever helps Bloom and reassuring her she is special. I wish there was more done with Terra’s father and all but nope any positive family interaction is bad in a teen show. Overall the school staff, I don’t think that we can even call them a school staff they were a joke.

Now let’s get into the villains, if there is one thing that fans of the first four season can agree on is that the villains were always a standout for each season one. That being said the only effective villain is Beatrix, even though they could have just done the Trix. Let me just say this, The Trix were a great villain for the first season and well they went downhill like the whole cartoon show. Also what is the deal with Rosalind and Sky’s father. To be fair Sky’s dad in the cartoon show has always been a jerk but a jerk that raised a psychopath like Beatrix is too much. I am a little nervous about how they will do if they actually introduce The Trix, Lord Darkar, and Valtor or even the Wizard’s of the Black Circle. Needless to say the villains were just bland.

That is if they actually even use the villains from the cartoon show because so far we have the rather bland Rosalind, I just don’t care for her and there is no need for her to be in the show, Daphne does not deserve this. Then there is Sky’s father and I don’t care and Luna and wow does every teen show have to have terrible parents. How is a cartoon show from the early 2000s is more diverse and interesting than this? I just don’t care at all about the villains except for Beatrix.

There is also the fact that the show is only six episodes and that really does hinder the show as the show could’ve used more episodes to flesh things out then maybe just maybe this show would’ve been interesting. I also see that there are some writers and producers from the Vampire Diaries that are attached to this project and well that explains why some aspects of the show seems dated. Overall Fate, is a bland show that definitely does have better writing than Riverdale but that is not saying much. The characters are bad, and the fashion is terrible something that was a main aspect of the show. The world is generic getting rid of the epic sci-fi fantasy world and Rainbow should’ve just rebooted the animated show.

#fate winx club #winx aisha #winx musa #winx sky #winx stella #winx bloom #winx club #netflix

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snowyjay · 3 years

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do you think barchie is using each other just as a distraction every now and then. be honest :)

maybe sometimes they’re together when they need a distraction, but it doesn’t sum up what’s going on and it’s not “just as a distraction”. i mean, people — even those who have been together for years — will use their romantic relationship as a distraction, but the feelings behind that in order to actually get distracted by it have to be real and they have to feel safe. it’s a very real way of coping sometimes. but i don’t think that’s the entirety of what’s going on with betty and archie. they’re exploring feelings they’ve had for years, and they’re in an adult undefined relationship (and, shocker, a lot of those start with passionate feelings and sex and lead to something fulfilling on another level). riverdale is handling this, their primary adult relationship with the core four, surprisingly well so far, though we are only a few episodes in.

#asks #riverdale

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fandomsandfears · 5 years

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Im having my fun with cookie Ocs and was gonna wait to uplod them all in bundle but decied I’d upload them each with their own posts + eventually some art of them interacting with the relationships I’ve charted each of them and also eachother eventually!| First up is Cherry Soda Cookie! Older brother to Soda and cousin to the Cherry Sisters hes got al otta family!

He works at a Pop shop (An old school kinda diner drawing inspiration from the Riverdale Pop Chocolate Shoppe) where he serves as waiter on wheels! He is very talented in the roller blades and it would take malicious intervention (or a crushing distraction) to have him drop anything!

He gets very used to the rollar blades that he can become a bit clumsey when hes weary normal shoes, heh.

He appreciates his cousin Cherry Blossom Cookies company as she comes to the diner fro chats and with friends bringing him lots of business!

The younger Cherry cousin however has unfortunatly been given an undefinable ban fro mthe shoppe seeing as the last time she was inside they ended up having to remodel a fourth of the restaurant....

His little brother Soda is a ball of energy who just cant help from tracking water intothe diner. Soda loves his big brotehr though and likes watching him work so Cherry Soda cant get too mad at him!

Finally, Sparkling cookie! Cherry Soda cant help but marvel at Sparkling and his bro mixing skills! Its hypnotic watching him work...

I hope yall like him!! Expect 3 more at the least fro ocs aha

#Cherry Soda Cookie #Cookie Run #Cookie Run OC #fandomsandfears #fandomsandfearsart #i guess??#moreso an edit but

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bettycoopergal · 5 years

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And You?

In honor of my one-year anniversary with all of you lovely people in the Bughead fandom, I thought I’d repost the New Year’s Eve one-shot I wrote this time last year. Thank you all for a wonderful 2018, and here’s to the many Bughead moments of 2019 that I’m sure are yet to come!

Summary: It’s been five years since they graduated Riverdale High and even longer since Betty and Jughead broke up. When they reunite at a New Year’s party, will they get closure, or something else entirely?

Read on Ao3 or under the cut

“10 more minutes!” someone yells from a room over. Drunken shouts of excitement echo throughout the house, and Betty Cooper lets out a sigh. She is quite literally backed into a corner, silently counting down the last seconds of the year as she tries to ignore the anxiety that is threatening to close in on her. Her back is pressed into the sharp dip where the walls meet between the kitchen and the hallway, and bodies are blocking her view into both. She can only see directly in front of her, a fact that seems suspiciously like some kind of metaphor.

She’s in Archie and Veronica’s new house in Riverdale for their annual New Year’s Eve party. Betty has kept in contact with Veronica over the five years that have passed since they all graduated high school, and by extension she’s kept in contact with Archie, but not really anyone else. Because of that, her yearly visits to Riverdale over the holidays have been mostly limited to family time, with the occasional meet-up between her and the now-engaged duo. But this year Veronica finally talked her into coming to one of her famous New Year’s parties, much to Betty’s chagrin. “You just have to see the new house, B!” she’d said, at last guilting her pushover best friend into agreement.

So far, Betty’s been able to manage her social anxiety pretty well, even with all the forced small talk she’s had to make over the past few hours. But she won’t go so far as to say that she’s enjoyed the experience. There are just too many memories in this town for her, too many unwanted feelings that bubble up in the pit of her stomach. Every familiar face seems to bring her right back to high school, and that’s the last place she wants to be.

After all, it’s been a long time since Betty left Riverdale—a long time since she’s seen a lot of the people surrounding her now. Since graduating, she’s completed a journalism degree at NYU, accepted an editorial position at one of the smaller publication offices in New York, and moved into her very own run-down studio apartment. But even though all of these things seemed like major accomplishments to Betty just hours ago, now, as she is faced with the ghosts of her memories, they feel somehow hollow.

She’s spent a good part of the last five years trying to grapple with her past, to accept the way that everything turned out for her. By the time Betty was walking across the stage at Riverdale High’s graduation, everything had fallen apart. People were dead, murdered by the darkness of the town that everyone had thought was innocent. Her family was broken, her dad having left behind the shell of her mom not long after Polly moved to have the twins. Her friendships were strained, unable to bear the weight of the impossible obstacles that had fallen upon them at such a young age. And her relationship—with the boy who she would have given anything to be with—had never recovered from its seemingly temporary break. “Until it sticks,” she can still hear sometimes when it’s quiet. Even now, years later, she can’t believe it actually did.

Betty and Jughead tried for a while after that horrible day to return to some semblance of the friendship they’d had before they became more than that, but it never worked. The love they’d shared—it was irrevocable, and there was no use pretending it wasn’t.

In the aftermath of the breakup, Jughead fell into a leadership role with the Serpents while Betty drowned herself in her studies. Every conversation between them was clipped, every glance cut short by an awkward tension. In time, the core four shattered under the pressure of the Riverdale civil war and the pain of lost love. Betty’s world was upended.

She isn’t proud of the person she became after that. She moved through life in a mist, like she couldn’t see two feet in front of her. Her sleep was riddled with nightmares, and she dug her nails into her palms so often that she wore permanent bandages. She had never felt so utterly alone.

But when she graduated and moved into the dorm at NYU, Betty was determined to make a change. She wanted to write the next chapter of her story—one where she was healthy and happy and living a normal life. So she started going to therapy, starting learning how to cope with her anxiety and depression. She rediscovered herself and began to move beyond the guilt and shame she’d carried on her shoulders in those last years at Riverdale High. She built a totally new life for herself—one where she completely left her past behind.

But now, as she stares through the space between Trev Brown’s shoulder and Ethel Muggs’ head, that past that Betty had worked so hard to escape hits her at full force in the form of a tall, handsome figure. There, in her direct line of vision, stands Jughead Jones. He hasn’t seen her yet; he’s engaged in an animated conversation with someone she can’t quite make out. But Betty can tell by his brightened eyes and his relaxed demeanor that he’s at least a little inebriated.

She doesn’t know why she’s surprised. She hasn’t seen him in years, after all. But Jughead was never the one to get drunk at parties when they were in high school—he was always the guy in the corner of the room sipping the same bottle of beer all night. Has he really changed that much since high school?

Well, Betty certainly has.

She tries to come up with a way to dodge him and make an escape, but she’s too late. Jughead‘s gaze is locked on her face. He hesitates, ignoring the conversation he was just having in favor of whatever battle is now brewing in his mind. But he seems to decide something, pushing his way through the bodies with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Betty Cooper,” he says when he’s finally standing in front of her.

She doesn’t respond, mainly because her brain stopped working two seconds ago when he started to walk over to her. Her silence doesn’t seem to faze Jughead, though. He pulls her into a side hug that turns extremely awkward because Betty can’t seem to get her body to move. She is stiff in his arms. He pulls back, and she can still read the flicker of hurt in his eyes like no time has passed between them at all.

But his expression changes quickly into something more light, and suddenly the alcohol has him talking more freely than Betty has ever remembered him doing.

“I’ve heard all about you taking the Big Apple by storm! How do you like it?” he asks, bending down to listen to her response.

“It’s good,” she says evenly. She knows she could be more forthcoming with him, but she just can’t bring herself to be normal.

He seems to realize her hesitation and takes it in stride, changing the subject. “You’ll never guess what I’m doing these days,” he says.

“What?” Betty manages to mumble at her shoes, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m applying for doctoral programs. Y’know, in English? I wanna do collegiate research. And maybe publish a book!” She can see in her peripheral vision that he waves his arms around excitedly as he talks, and Betty wants to cry at the carefree tone of his voice. “Bet you never would’ve guessed that, huh Betts?”

She swallows, biting back the cocktail of anxiety and sadness swirling in her stomach. “I would have,” she says, glancing up at him. “I always knew you would do something great.” It comes out as a whisper, and a serious expression passes across Jughead’s face. There’s a long pause, and Betty looks back down at her shoes.

“I thought about calling you.” He says it so quietly that Betty almost misses it. She doesn’t know if he means during the application process or some other undefined time, but she doesn’t say anything. As usual, he reads her like a book and answers the question as if she’s asked it out loud.

“Over the summer,” he says.

She nods, not sure how to respond.

“And last Christmas,” he adds. He’s crinkling the empty red solo cup in his hand as he talks, and Betty shifts her gaze onto the curve of his fingers. “I had the stomach bug, and I thought about how you used to close your eyes and plug your ears whenever people would throw up around you.” He chuckles fondly.

“And a couple of years ago, in the spring, when I signed up to play intramural soccer for some idiotic reason and failed miserably. I could hear you making fun of me in my head.” Now he outright laughs at the memory, and Betty can’t help but smile with him.

“And right after graduation...” he says, suddenly sober. Betty looks up to find his eyes fixed on hers, their intensity almost too much for her to bear. She feels a familiar stab in her chest, the reopening of a wound long scabbed-over. His face is so soft, his eyes so earnest. She somehow doesn’t want to hear what he has to say but also craves it. Her life was dark then, and she carried around the heart that he had shattered for longer than she’d like to admit. Being here with him now and listening to his voice again makes her think that maybe she never stopped carrying it. “...when I quit the Serpents for good.”

Betty feels the air leave her lungs, and all she can do is stare at the boy in front of her. She thinks this moment must be her chance at closure, but she doesn’t know why it feels so much like hope.

“And today,” Jughead says in a whisper. He glances from her eyes down to her lips and back up again, and Betty can’t breathe. “For no reason at all, except for that I’ve regretted breaking up with you every damn day of my life since then, and I miss you so much that I don’t even know if I can be whole without you.”

Somewhere in the next room, the countdown to the new year hits zero. The hallway fills with confetti, and people are yelling and embracing. The house booms with noise, but Betty can’t hear a thing. She can only focus on Jughead, on what he just said.

“Do you still...” she whispers, not really sure how to finish the question without her heart beating out of her chest.

“Yes,” he responds immediately. “I always have, and I always will.”

Betty can feel herself begin to shake. Jughead takes a step closer to her, leaving hardly any space between them.

“And you?” he asks, his face just inches from hers.

She takes in a shuddering breath. “Of course,” she whispers. “I never stopped.”

Before she can even register what’s happening, Jughead’s hands are in her hair and his lips are on hers. She presses her body into his, completely electrified by his touch and desperate for every bit of it she can get. It feels like the most right thing she can ever imagine—it feels like she’s finally whole.

And thus, at 12:01 on New Year’s Day, Betty Cooper’s world finally turns right again. At last, she is home.

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reggierightsactivism · 5 years

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rating: pg

relationship: kevin keller/reggie mantle

words: 2463

summary:

Set after the end of 3x05, The Great Escape.

Maybe they both deserve something different

Do people still have sleepovers at 17 if they’re not girls, best friends, or hooking up? Kevin doesn’t know, but he also knows he can’t exactly claim to know all the ins and outs of typical teenage small town life experience.

On the other hand, at this point, can any of them? Nothing about Riverdale has been “typical” since last Fourth of July over a year ago, and even that’s a generous estimate. It goes back a lot further than just a year, but it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when this town changed from “dull, claustrophobic, but mostly (mostly) harmless” to murder, murder, more murder, righteous jailbreaks, seeing gang member ex-boyfriends running around in the woods talking so much nonsense he might as well have been speaking in tongues, and the latest gaming-fad-slash-probable-cult-slash-definite-conspiracy.

So all in all, Kevin is actually strangely relieved to have Reggie staying over tonight, and he imagines Reggie must be feeling about the same. Given his altercation with his dad earlier that he definitely still doesn’t want to talk about, Reggie was already in no hurry to go back home tonight, but with both of them still as energized from adrenaline as they are shaken, the company during what would otherwise be a relatively sleepless night anyway seems more than welcome; just two guys chilling in their t-shirts and boxer briefs with a tray of snacks, video games, and that damn tabletop game manual.

Yeah, totally a normal night.

The idea was to start talking more about some of their G&G intentions, develop a rough plan-of-action they can fill Josie in on in tomorrow, but they’re both a little too tense to get very far-- too distracted by that tension, by other thoughts and complicated feelings, to do much more than put their characters (Reggie a Bard, Kevin a Ranger) down on paper. Kevin’s mind is too preoccupied with boys, and not in the corny sense: Archie’s free. Joaquin’s out there, in more ways than one. And Moose is... trying.

As much as doubts and discouragement keep trying to bully Kevin’s emotions into a self-defeating, lonely corner, he does make sure to remind himself that Moose is trying.

He looks over at Reggie who’s sitting on the floor across from him, one leg curled toward his body and one bent at the knee for his arm to rest on, pretending to read the G&G manual when it’s obvious his mind is also too preoccupied with God only knows what to focus. It’s been a long day, and Reggie, for such a loud mouth, tends to be quieter than the rest of them when it comes to how he’s “doing” whenever things happen. If he can’t lash out in anger to a situation, he seems to just go along keeping his feelings to himself.

He reacts on Archie’s behalf over a lot of things, sure, had reacted on Moose’s behalf over Midge’s murder, but how Reggie had dealt with it himself, or with Jason Blossom’s, or with anything else that’s happened since, is a side Kevin never sees. Does anyone get to, or does it all stay internalized?

He keeps forcing himself not to stare at the deep, aggressively purple bruise ringing Reggie’s eye.

“What are you thinking about?”

Reggie works his jaw to one side before he lifts his eyes to Kevin, casually letting the manual drop from his hand and wetting his lips before he speaks. Something unknowable stirs briefly in Kevin’s chest, so he takes a sip of water for it.

“You first,” he says with a smirk. Kevin relaxes, but only slightly. He and Reggie aren’t that close, after all, so it’s hard for him to sense how to define this vibe hanging in the air; not just tension, but something new, something thicker and more restless that feels like static on his skin.

He has to ignore it.

“I…” Kevin leans his arm over his bent knee, trying to find a simple enough way to answer without getting too personal, without making things awkward, but that’s probably impossible anyway. “I don’t even know, just, everything? That isn’t a cop-out, is it? I mean, Archie’s officially on the lam, Joaquin’s totally lost his mind, Josie’s mom and my dad are getting married, Moose is-- um.”

Kevin stops, realizing he’s been staring hard at his own interlocking knuckles because it’s too difficult to vent and maintain eye contact, but he still catches himself before he says anything he might regret. He can’t forget that Moose is Reggie’s best friend. When he looks up again Reggie’s watching him, and only shrugs one shoulder once he’s been visually acknowledged.

“Yeah,” says Reggie, as if that’s an adequate response to anything Kevin just said, except somehow, it kind of is. Kevin keeps looking at him as if he’s still expecting some kind of follow-up, and when it never comes, he can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaini--”

He can’t know for sure if anything he says tonight will or won’t make it back to Moose, and he’s really not trying to complain, but Reggie puts up a hand to stop him from tripping any further over clarifications.

“Dude, relax. Like yeah, Moose is my boy and I love the guy, but he’s not exactly great boyfriend material. That’s not new information, Keller, trust me.”

Despite his raised eyebrows and matter-of-fact delivery, it’s Reggie’s turn to look down instead of making eye contact. Kevin can’t help but quirk an eyebrow, head cocked slightly as he waits in curious silence for Reggie to continue.

“But his girlfriend just died, bro. I don’t think he even knows what he wants right now. Let alone what’s actually good for him...” Now Reggie’s eyes raise to meet Kevin’s again, brows raised. “I mean, not that I’m saying you aren’t. That’s not what I--”

“No, I-- it’s fine, I got what you meant.”

The tension is back again, that undefinable energy that reminds Kevin a little of when the pressure suddenly drops before a storm, or how heavy and electrified the air can still feel directly afterward. Something ominous, yet strangely calming.

“I’m really not trying to put you in the middle of anything, sorry,” he adds, and that’s when it finally happens, what he realizes only in that moment he’s been anticipating this whole time. The lightning strike.

On the wholly conscious level, though, the kiss is still unexpected; still enough of a surprise that Kevin can justify not pulling away in advance, even though part of him knew it was coming, had sensed it on some level long before Reggie leaned forward to softly press their lips together. Still just enough of a surprise that it feels purely involuntary when he starts to kiss back.

They can’t do this, shouldn’t do this, but Kevin allows it for a few seconds anyway, lingering in that grey area between longing and knowing better and wishing Moose would ever touch him the way Reggie’s touching him now-- which is not exactly delicate, but it is confident, like he’s not afraid of what he’s touching. Not afraid of what he wants. Is Reggie ever? Kevin’s sure that he must be, but the difference between Reggie and Moose is that Reggie rarely lets it show. He charges forward instead of retreating, and if he’s afraid or gets burned in the process, he pulls back, ices the wound, and tries again.

Like how Kevin is, too... or at least, how he tries to be. But both of them try to be a lot of things. There’s no shame in that.

“Wait-- stop.”

And Kevin does stop himself, hand cupping the side of Reggie’s face to pull him back by the hair. A lot is going through Kevin’s mind in that moment, and again, he can only wonder what could possibly be going through Reggie’s.

Because Reggie’s smart, much smarter than most people know. Even if Kevin’s also been fooled before this moment, it’s so obvious in retrospect; he’s always kind of abstractly suspected that Reggie liked boys, because Reggie isn’t subtle, but he does know how to present his interest in a way almost no one ever thinks twice about or questions, while still not actually having to hide it.

At least, not in the traditional sense. Hiding in plain sight only counts for partial credit.

“I can’t do this. We can’t do this,” Kevin continues softly and with some regret, before either of their hands move off each other. Reggie slowly sits back, rubbing his mouth in absence of anything to say, which allows Kevin a moment to be distracted by it. Stupid sexy Reggie, with his round pink lips that are just as nice to kiss as they look like they’d be. And his shiny, soft-but-slightly-gel-stiff hair, and his--

Okay. No. Reggie being pretty is nothing new, and tempting as it is to just keep going, to lean into Reggie and let those long legs wrap around him, that’s not the kind of person Kevin wants to be. He has to focus.

He wonders what Reggie really wants, too. Something easy with the nearest willing warm body, or something more than that? Or does he only settle for the former until he can find the latter?

“I didn’t wanna keep talking about Moose,” he says plainly, as if that explains everything. Except somehow, it kind of does.

“Wait, did you and Moose ever…?” Kevin blinks. “Actually, wait, I’m not sure I even want to know the answer to that. Then I’m going to have no choice but to picture you two together... like together together.”

Reggie laughs, but not in his usual sort of way. It reminds Kevin more of how he’d grinned after pulling his sunglasses off to reveal the black eye underneath.

“Nah. Well…” His expression changes with that pause, in a way Kevin isn’t quite sure what to make of. “Okay, once. But Midge was there, too-- it was their idea.”

Kevin isn’t sure what to make of that answer, either. A threesome? Was Midge only there to watch? Or... God, there he goes, picturing it. Dammit.

But it makes sense, if Reggie likes-or-liked Moose and maybe also liked Midge, or at least pretended to be casually interested to more easily hide other, more complicated feelings. It’s like what Moose said to him once: guys like them in a town like Riverdale don’t have a lot of options. Sometimes you have to go for it despite the risk, to not be alone for even just a few minutes.

Kevin wonders how long Reggie has known about Moose, and wonders if Moose was thinking about all three of them when he’d said that, or if he still didn’t know about Reggie. If they’ve messed around before then surely he should, but Moose’s understanding of sexuality still seems pretty confused at times. He knows about Intricate Rituals(™) and is now certain that Reggie is a textbook example of that theory, but generally when athletes do anything homoerotic Kevin’s used to a good 75 - 80% of it being entirely accidental. Reggie has always been surprisingly approachable for a jock, though-- never homophobic or specifically cruel to him even before they became friends (rather just casually kind of a shallow, impulsive dick to almost everyone), which makes this moment now seem especially genuine.

But the rest, Kevin knows, is not really any of his business. At least not for now, it isn’t.

“But don’t worry, I’m over it,” Reggie adds, nonchalantly enough that Kevin’s tentatively convinced. “These days it’s been…”

And he doesn’t need to finish, because it’s especially obvious now who Reggie’s been interested in these days even without him spelling it out: Archie Andrews. Reggie is always talking about Archie, finding reasons to touch Archie, to get more involved in Archie’s life and his personal business even though that’s been nothing but a hot mess since this time last year…

“Archie, right? And how is that going…?” That sounds more sarcastic than Kevin intended, but Reggie shrugs it off.

“And, like, it was never gonna happen, so.” Reggie raises both his eyebrows, but drops his gaze. “Who cares?”

“Whatever happened with Josie? Or…”

“Did she not tell you?” A tenser tone that makes Kevin regret asking. “She doesn’t date. And even if she did, most people don’t really look at me and think ‘boyfriend material.’”

And to that, Kevin doesn’t know what to say. He goes with: “Oh.”

Really, he doesn’t know the extent of Reggie’s feelings for Josie, or what appear to be growing feelings for Veronica, enough to comment. The girls Reggie takes any serious interest in are exactly what one might expect: popular, beautiful, and hard to get or keep the attention of (just like Reggie himself), or girls who already have boyfriends, either jealous ones or ones with whom Reggie is already hands-on chummy with. Primarily unattainable girls, in other words (and by proxy, unattainable boys, too). Living in Riverdale may have given Kevin a crummy gaydar, but even he knows those aren’t new tricks. But when some of it is legitimate and some of it is just for appearances and reputation only, the lines for what’s real and what isn’t start to blur.

On that, he doesn’t have any wisdom to offer, except that anyone is safe to want if you already know you can’t have them. Kevin knows that pretty well, too. He just doesn’t understand why Reggie would embrace that cycle rather than be as tired of it as Kevin is. The novelty of just being either someone’s “bro” or their dirty little secret wears thin eventually.

“Oh,” Reggie repeats with derisive amusement, snapping Kevin from his thoughts again with a wry smile. “Look, she may be your future sister, but Moose is my best friend. I think we can call it even.”

“That’s not it,” Kevin says, sighing and leaning his back to the wall. “Just, thinking about how maybe we both deserve something different.”

“Well, yeah, I could’ve told you that. Never be the rebound, Kev.”

Kevin swallows, looking at his hands.

“You should really follow your own advice.”

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southsidexslytherin · 6 years

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The Diner--Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Being friends with your ex is hard, even harder when they move on before you.

Warnings: language, angst

Word count: 2,272

Author’s note: Soooo... I was listening to The Wonder Years again because I love them so much and I was inspired by the song Melrose Diner which is one of my favorites. So I wrote a little drabble thing. I’m still working on Dirty Laundry Part 2, but I want it to be perfect. I’m hoping I’ll have it up by the end of the week. In the meantime, enjoy!

Breakups are hard, pretty much no matter what. Breaking up with the person you thought was your soulmate was a herculean trial, especially when you were friends with the same people. Add in the fact that your group of friends was as tightly knit as they come and you spent nearly every day together, and the pain was nearly unbearable.

It had been five weeks since you and Sweet Pea had broken up, and you were trying your best to remain friends, but it was extremely difficult. The breakup itself wasn’t particularly nasty or anything, but after being together for a little over a year, and with graduation looming ever closer, it became apparent that the two of you weren’t going to make it long term. You wanted to leave Riverdale and spend your days traveling and writing. Sweet Pea, on the other hand, was content to stay here on the Southside and attend the nearby community college in Greendale in the hopes that he could someday open his own auto shop.

It was a difficult realization. You were so perfect for each other. You fit like two puzzle pieces. You had the same sense of humor, the same taste in music and movies, and had a way of communicating with each other through simply a look. No one knew you like Sweet Pea did. No one could comfort you the way he could. Letting him go shattered your heart, but you both agreed it would be easier to do it now, rather than later. You thought it would, at least.

So far it was proving to be a lot tougher than you had imagined. Every time you saw him sitting in the student lounge at school you wanted to crawl into his lap and run your fingers through his hair like you normally would. You missed riding on the back of his Harley and sleeping in his bed. You could barely look at him without your heart breaking.

But for the sake of your friends, you were putting on a brave face. You tried not to let it bother you when Pea would catch your eye and wink, like you were privy to some inside joke no one else understood. You laughed at his jokes and participated in conversations when all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry. You didn’t think things could get any worse. You were very, very wrong.

A couple weeks ago Sweet Pea had started bring a new girl around. Apparently they were dating. It cut you like a knife. The pain and heartbreak you felt the first time you saw them together was undefinable. It was like he had reached inside of your chest, pulled out your beating heart, and smashed it under his steal-toed boot, laughing all the while.

Her name was Dannie. They had met two weeks after the breakup, on a night when you were still too upset to join the gang at the quarry. According to Fangs they had been flirting and dancing all night. Every day after that night, Pea spent so much time on his phone or talking about the new girl in his life that it had sparked a burning rage in you.

How could he just move on like that? Did you mean nothing to him? Were you so easy to forget? You still felt like you would never be okay again and he was already seeing someone else. Someone you didn’t particularly care for, at that. You hadn’t spent much time around Dannie, and when she was in your presence you tried your best to ignore her. Maybe you were just jealous, but you found her incredibly annoying. The way she’d hang on your ex-boyfriend’s arm like he would float away if she didn’t hold him down, the way she laughed at every single thing he said, how she sucked up to Toni and Fangs and even Jughead; she was like a leech, sucking the life out of your group of friends.

You took to writing and doodling in your notebook whenever she was around, which seemed to be always. You had never seen her at school before and yet somehow, she was everywhere you went now. And she was always touching Sweet Pea, playing with his hair, or dragging her nails along his thigh, or nuzzling into his neck. If you were being honest with yourself, which was something you had been avoiding lately, you hated her for it, and Sweet Pea too, for that matter. The more time you spent around them, the more your anger grew, until you barely spoke when they were around in fear you would snap and say something more hurtful than you intended.

Toni and Fangs did their best to ease your mind. They’d tell you she was just a rebound, that she wouldn’t last more than a month. They’d insist she was just a B-rate version of yourself meant to help ease the pain Pea was feeling about losing you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes whenever they brought it up. Whatever she was to him, did he really have to bring her around all the time? Couldn’t he see it was driving you crazy?

“Pop’s tonight?” Toni asked at lunch, stealing a cherry from your tray and popping it in her mouth.

“I can never say no to Pop’s,” Fangs sighed. You nodded in agreement, playing with the subpar food in front of you.

“Sweet Pea?” Toni called. He was busy sucking on Dannie’s neck, making her squeal like a squeaky toy. Fangs threw a fry at him to get his attention and it hit him right in the eye.

“What?” He asked startled. “Yeah, Pop’s. Sounds good.”

“I can’t,” Dannie pouted, “I have a stupid group project I have to work on.” You wanted to punch her in her perfectly lip glossed mouth. Instead you took a deep breath and stabbed what the school was trying to pass off as meatloaf with your fork a few times.

You zoned out as Sweet Pea tried to convince the imp in his lap to bail until Toni kicked you lightly under the table. When you looked up she was fake gagging and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Later that night as you headed to Pop’s you started to feel a bit more cheerful. You had the night off from feeling like an outsider amongst your friends. Finally things could feel normal again, if only for one night.

When you walked into the diner, Fangs and Toni were already in your regular booth sucking down milkshakes. You sat down across from them and ordered a coffee milkshake of your own along with a basket of fries when the waitress came by.

A few minutes later Pea slid into the booth next to you, dropping his arm over the back and brushing your shoulder. You tensed immediately and gave him the side eye, trying to ignore the hickeys next to his Serpent tattoo. The waitress came by with your food, and Sweet Pea reached for a fry. You slapped his hand away but he managed to grab one and shove it in his mouth.

“Get your own,” you grumbled. He ignored you and started prattling on about some fight he had with one of the Northsiders in his English class.

As the time passed, you could feel the anger you had been holding onto melt away. This was how things were supposed to be, just the four of you hanging out, laughing at the shenanigans you got yourselves into. It almost felt like old times, but then Sweet Pea had to ruin it by talking about his stupid girlfriend.

“Dannie’s so hot,” he purred. A thick layer of ice settled into your chest.

“Uh huh,” Toni and Fangs said in monotonous unison. You were obviously not the only one displeased with the change of topic.

“She has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen,” he continued. Your jaw clenched tightly, hoping someone would redirect the conversation. No one did and Sweet Pea went on objectifying his girlfriend’s body, oblivious to the tone of the group.

“We were down at the river last night and—“

“Move,” I cut him off.

“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard.

“Move!” I said louder, shoving him hard. Sweet Pea was much taller and stronger than you, so your shove didn’t move him much, but it got your point across. He climbed out of the booth with a confused expression on his face.

As you stomped towards the door of the diner you heard him ask your friends, “what’s with her?”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You could not be his friend if you had to endure one more minute of this. Once you were outside, you leaned against your car, trying to calm down. You slammed your fist against the car door and let out a low, angry scream.

You heard the bell above Pop’s door ring and looked up, narrowing your eyes into a glare when you realized it was Sweet Pea. “What the hell was that?”

“What do you want?” You snapped.

“I want to know what the hell has gotten into you.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “No, really,” he barked, “what the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?!” You were nearly shouting. “You’re my problem! You and your stupid girlfriend who is always around. God, she wasn’t even here tonight and I still had to listen to you ramble on about her!”

“What, are you jealous?” He asked with a smirk, a gleam in his eye.

“Hardly,” you replied coldly.

“Hey,” he said with a heartless chuckle, “it’s not my fault you’re still in love with me.”

With that something inside you snapped. “In love with you?! I’m not in love with you, Sweet Pea. I can’t stand you!” It was like the levy of anger you had been holding back finally broke and words started flooding out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“I hate your stupid serpent tattoo. I hate the stupid stories that you tell over and over again even though we’ve all heard them a million times. And half of them aren’t even your stories!” You took a deep breath, relishing the hurt on your ex’s face, and continued.

“I hate the way you get drunk and start dancing like you’re trying to be sexy. It’s not sexy, Pea, it’s embarrassing. I hate the way you always call me when you’re drunk and I hate that it’s the only time we ever talk anymore. I hate your stupid hair and your stupid face. I hate the way you sit way too close to me considering you have a girlfriend. Who I also hate, by the way.” You were on a role, there was no stopping you now.

“I hate that I can’t seem to even look at anyone else after you and you’ve already moved on. I can’t stand that thing you’re hanging with now and I can’t stand that she makes you so fucking happy while all I have left is a petty ‘fuck you.’ And I cannot fucking stand when you point out that guys are staring at me, because we both know I won’t do anything about it.” There were tears stinging your eyes now and you started to choke up.

“I hate that she’s always around and I hate that I hate it when you’re not around. I hate that this hurts me so much and you don’t even care. I hate that you’re totally fine while I feel like I’m dying.” You were full-on sobbing and you stopped to bury your face in your hands.

There was a moment of silence. “Is that what you think?” Pea said softly. His voice was hard. You swiped at your eyes, trying to stop the tears as you looked up at him. His jaw was set, eyes angry.

“You think this is easy on me? You really think I’m with her because I moved on? I’m with her because I don’t know how to move on!”

You sniffled, “She—“

“SHE’S NOT YOU!” Pea shouted. “She could never be you! She’s just a distraction so I don’t have to walk around wanting to punch everyone in the face!” You were speechless.

Sweet Pea took a step closer to you. “I could never just stop loving you, Y/N,” he continued. “You were everything I could ever want. And more. How am I supposed to just forget about that?”

You shrugged, unsure what to say. Everything you thought had been wrong and now you didn’t know where you stood. You were startled when Pea closed the distance between your bodies and pulled your face to his. His lips crashed onto yours and you could feel all the pain and longing he had been holding onto. You leaned into the kiss, grabbing at his jacket and pulling him even closer.

You broke apart when you heard pounding on the window of the diner behind you. Toni and Fangs were whooping and cheering, having watched the whole scene. You laughed and let your head fall against Sweet Pea’s chest as he chuckled into your hair.

Dread and guilt filled your gut. “What about your girlfriend?” You asked, unable to meet his eye.

“We’re not actually exclusive,” he admitted. You punched his chest lightly and tried not to smile. “I’ll let her down easy.”

He lifted your chin so he could meet your eye and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N. I always will.”

#riverdale #riverdale fic #sweet pea #sweet pea fic #sweet pea x reader #pop's chock'lit shoppe #pop's diner #pop's #Southside slytherin #south side serpents

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flwrpotts · 6 years

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71 & 89 ❤❤❤

hi angel!! this is definitely incredibly not what you wanted but like, here we are! warning: major character death

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

89. “You’re the best part of me.”

i lit you a candle in every cathedral across europe/

and i hope you know you’re still my patron saint/

- cigarettes and saint, the wonder years

Illness is a tired story, an old, familiar kind of grief, lingering at the edges of every family history. And yet, it still sneaks up on Jughead, takes him by surprise. He’d thought he’d finally reached the soft epilogue to the story, the one where he and Betty lived and grew old and learned how to be better parents than theirs were.

Betty is nine months shy of her thirtieth birthday when the fatigue starts, a constant exhaustion that leaves her drifting off to sleep at the dinner table, or in the middle of one of Rosalind’s digressive six year old stories

Jughead teases her about it at first, fond remarks about sleepless nights, or about them getting old. There’s a small, sneaking hope there too: after all, she was exhausted the first trimester she was pregnant with Rosalind, and with Lucy. He thinks it might be nice, to have one more baby, maybe a boy this time.

He’s going to mention it as they’re getting ready for bed one evening, peeling back the covers with the sort of in sync, domestic bliss he had spent years only dreaming of. He rolls over to face her, the sentence stacked up on his tongue, and she passes him a negative pregnancy test, her eyes luminous and shiny with unshed tears.

“I’ve just been so tired lately. I thought maybe…” she explains with a sort of half shrug that would be self-deprecating, if it weren’t so sad.

Jughead gathers her up in his arms without hesitation, pressing kisses into the fine blonde hair at her temple.

“It’s alright, Betts,” he says. “We’re still young. We’ll have a hundred more babies, if that’s what you want. A whole house full of them.”

She laughs a little through her tears, the sound muffled in the collar of his shirt. “You promise?” she asks, voice a little unsteady.

“Promise,” he says, and it doesn’t occur to him that it’s another thing he’s broken until much, much later.

The hope for another kid blisters and pops quickly, replaced by an aching pain that leaves Betty twisting and turning in bed at night, unable to sleep. She loses weight quickly, too, pastel sweaters hanging off her frame and cheekbones much sharper than they used to be.

“I’m fine, Juggie” she protests every time he mentions it. “Just getting old, that’s all.”

Twenty nine is not old he wants to protest and doesn’t, not until the day that Lucy throws her four year old body into Betty’s for a hug and Betty starts in pain, flinching back before she can stop herself.

Veronica and Archie babysit the kids while they go to the doctor’s office on a Monday afternoon. Summer is just beginning to burst into all its splendor, and they hold hands as they walk down the street of New York City, chatting idly about an article in the New Yorker and what to cook for dinner.

The doctor asks questions and runs tests, x-raying the point on Betty’s hip at which the pain is most sharp, and Jughead’s worry is a nebulous, undefined thing until the doctor’s referral for a biopsy throws his fear into sharp relief.

“A biopsy?” he asks, sounding almost angry. “Isn’t that-?”

“The referral is not reason alone to worry,” says the doctor, trying and failing to be soothing. “We just want to have all the information before we make a diagnosis.”

Betty calls Veronica as they wait for an Uber, shifting onto one leg so that she isn’t putting any weight onto her left hip.

“Hi Ronnie,” she says, voice pointedly casual. “I was wondering if you and Arch could take the kids for the night? I’m sorry, I know it’s last minute, but- Are you sure? Thanks, Ronnie. Yeah, we’ll come get them tomorrow. Give them a kiss from us.”

Jughead tries to keep his hands from shaking as they walk into the hospital, gagging a little at the sterile, dead smell of antiseptic and old coffee, the air riddled through with a clinical kind of hopelessness.

The doctors won’t find anything, he thinks to himself, almost like a prayer. The doctors won’t find anything and we’ll pick the kids up from Veronica and Archie’s early and go out to dinner, and Betty and I will toast to our good health. Tomorrow we’ll laugh about this. Tomorrow we’ll be fine. Tomorrow we’ll try for another baby.

His wishing is so fervent that he almost misses the diagnosis when the doctor comes out with a thick folder of papers and words like bone cancer and Stage III and spread to your lungs, Mrs. Jones, we are very sorry and shatters the world like a baseball bat to bone.

They try radiation. They try chemotherapy. They try surgery, try targeted therapy, try every experimental treatment on the market, but the poison keeps eating through Betty, spreading first into her lungs and then into her other organs, cluster after cluster of cells killing her in an invisible civil war.

Weeks twist into months, and then it’s just life, the terror that shreds at his organs just another phantom pain that Jughead learns to live with.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s the darkness,” Betty tells him once, dreamy and nonsensical from the morphine they gave her to deal with the pain. “That old Cooper darkness, finally surfacing in me.”

“Beats being a serial killer,” Jughead replies wryly, because sardonic humor is a difficult coping mechanism to quit and there is so much grief thundering through his brain that he can hardly stand it.

Betty picks his hand up off of where it rests on his hospital bed and presses a kiss to the palm of it, the movement far more labored than it should be. There’s something about the gesture that is so tender, so soft, that he can’t stand it.

Something in his lungs rip, and then Jughead’s crying, the way he hasn’t allowed himself to since the diagnosis came, too caught up in researching treatments and organizing fundraisers and personalizing her hospital room with a sort of panicked, feverish optimism rivalled only by Alice Cooper.

“Oh, Juggie,” murmurs Betty, reaching up to cradle his face, all too pale and with her eyes scarily huge in her thin face. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be alright.”

How can you say that he wants to scream, but then Veronica walks in, holding Rosalind’s hand while Archie carries in Lucy.

“Mommy!” they both shriek, sprinting over to her, and Jughead swipes hard at the tears on his face, watching as the girls clamber up onto the hospital bed to cuddle up to their mother.

“Hi, babies,” says Betty, scattering kisses on their faces, and smiling a little tearily as they tuck themselves into her side, like kittens.

“Look, mommy” says Rosalind brightly, presenting a sheet of computer paper scattered in artless crayon marks. “I made you a drawing of a castle!”

Betty gasps with an appropriate amount of shock, and Jughead pretends not to notice the catch of pain in it. “Oh, Rosie, it’s beautiful!”

Archie sits on the impossibly uncomfortable plastic chair next to Jughead and cups a firm hand on his shoulder.

“How are you doing, man?” he asks, and Jughead gives a miserable sort of shrug.

“As well as can be expected,” he replies, trying to think of the right words to say. “The doctor recommended a new experimental treatment, something with enzymes in it, so. Thank you for watching the kids, man. We really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Veronica says, her makeup a little smeary in the flourescent light of the hospital room. “We love having them, Jug. They can stay as long as you guys need.”

“Thanks,” Jughead says, a little hollow, and then forces a laugh when Rosalind clambers into his lap, saying “Daddy, are you coming home tonight?” and shoving the drawing under his nose.

Things stumble from bad into worse, and Jughead wrangles with the stomach turning, suffocating agony of it, the pain he grapples with in his brain while the girl he loves bleeds out of life in front of him.

It’s the worst kind of magic trick, brave, bright, brilliant Betty Cooper getting too sick to walk in front of him, finally running out of the once inexhaustible hope that powered her high school miracles, the way she managed to pull the darkness straight out of Riverdale.

Jughead refuses to accept it, even once she does. He makes plans for future vacations and talks about remodeling the house and stubbornly, deliberately crafts a future that she must be a part of.

She writes out Rosie and Lucy’s favorite recipes on a yellow legal pad and gives them to Veronica, who practices the recipe for beef stew every night for nine days, bringing in Tupperware containers for Betty to test and give advice on.

Toni and Cheryl all but move into their house, while Jughead all but moves into the hospital, and Veronica and Archie cart the kids around to dance classes and play dates like pseudo parents.

It’s a strange, unstable world, one that seems impossible to go on for very long. But Jughead prefers not to dwell on that.

He goes back to the house that feels impossible empty without her presence for one night, letting Rosalind and Lucy crawl into their bed and sleep next to him.

He cooks pancakes the next morning, making them into funny shapes and Mickey Mouse ears to make the girls laugh, and the world feels almost okay as he walks into the hospital room, each of the girls holding bouquets of sunflowers in their chubby fists.

“Hi, honey,” Betty says, almost teasing as he sits on the edge of her hospital bed, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. The girls crowd around them, giggling madly and ew-ing loudly at the sight of their parents kissing.

It’s one of those perfect, suspended in amber moments, existing out of time or context, all until Betty suddenly goes limp in his arms, head tipping back with unconsciousness.

It’s like pressing red hot metal to an exposed nerve, the crush of fear and panic that pounds through Jughead like a biological instinct, too great and wide to comprehend.

“I need a nurse!” he yells into the hallway, both kids crying as he does chest compressions himself, half remembered and floundering with panic. The room is suddenly filled with people talking fast, all in medical jargon he can’t follow, and then there is a nurse sweeping him out of the room with Rosalind and Lucy, midway through a panic attack and no air at all to breathe.

“Please don’t let her die,” he tells one of the doctors, reeling and nonsensical. “Oh, God, please don’t let her die. She’s the best part of me. Please.” His hands aren’t bloody, but he looks at them like they are.

The funeral is on a Sunday.

Cheryl and Veronica organize the whole thing, a tidy affair with sunflowers and finger sandwiches and a god damned children’s choir. Someone dug through the Cooper house to find pictures, and photographs of Betty litter the walls, tracing all the way from childhood to the very end, two weeks before she would have turned thirty.

Jughead is sick with the unfairness of it all, sick with the memories that are splattered across the walls like a crime scene- him and Betty and Archie, eight years old and ducking their heads out of the treehouse laughing, Betty and Veronica posing in their cheerleading uniforms in high school, his and Betty’s wedding day, both their faces glowing and radiant.

“I can’t do this,” he mumbles to Toni, numb and nauseous, and she loops her arm through his, keeping him standing as people go through the receiving line, offering their condolences.

“Betty was so perfect,” says Moose or whatever the fuck his name is, and Jughead is worn to the bone by all of this, too many friendly sad people when he’s drowning in grief, doing anything he can to keep his head above water in front of Rosalind and Lucy.

“When’s mommy coming home?” Lucy had asked Veronica that morning, all four year old confusion and longing, and Veronica had had to go excuse herself from the room while Jughead explained, again, that mommy wasn’t coming back.

He reads Milton, when it’s his turn to speak, because there is no definition for the world be carved open in front of him, for every happy ending he ever got torn away with no chance to say goodbye, no time for one more I love you, Betty Cooper.

Purification in the old Law did save,

And such, as yet once more I trust to have

Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:

Her face was vail’d, yet to my fancied sight,

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin’d So clear, as in no face with more delight.

But O as to embrace me she enclin’d

I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.

He stumbles over the last few sentences, voice raw and gravelled, and the last line is a small mercy, allowing him to return to his seat. Rosalind and Lucy immediately clamber into his lap, and he holds them tightly against himself, the very last he has of Betty.

He looks away when the coffin is lowered into the ground. She’s not there, anyways.

Cheryl gives him a letter, four days after the funeral.

She’s in a black sweater and a pair of cigarette pants, the most dressed down that he’s ever seen her before.

“Betty told me to give this to you,” she says, voice quiet and not unkind. “A few weeks before.”

There’s no need to clarify what before is.

He rips the paper open once she leaves, fingers shaking as he smoothes down the yellow sheet of paper, scrawled over in her narrow, precise handwriting. The wave of nostalgia is like a physical blow, like a kick to the face, and he sucks in a shuddery breath, willing his heartbeat to slow back down.

Dear Juggie,

If you’re reading this, it means that Cheryl followed through on a promise, for perhaps the first time in her life.

All jokes aside, I wrote this to you because I don’t think you’ve yet accepted that I am probably going to die, and it is probably going to happen soon.

But I want you to know that I love you. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me, and no matter what has happened along the way, I will never regret the choices that I’ve made, because they have always led me back to you. When you look at me, I still feel like the sixteen year old with a boy in a beanie knocking on her window. So, thank you for loving me, and know that I’ve loved you back fully, totally, with all of the good and bad parts of me.

Please watch our babies grow up when I can’t, and take lots of photos of them. Make sure that they know how absolutely I love them, and that I will always be their mom, no matter what. And tell them lots of stories, so that they know the world is a magic place. Also, when they ask you for a puppy, say yes.

There’s one last thing, Juggie, and you aren’t going to like it. But I need you to promise me that you won’t be afraid to love again. There is so much happiness out there in the world, and you deserve all of it, every single bit. Veronica will make you a dating profile, if the situation demands it. I never want you to get so caught up in the past that you can’t live in the present.

Loving you has been the adventure of a lifetime. Thank you forever.

- Betty Jones, your wife

He sets the letter down on the kitchen table, and calmly goes to the bathroom to retch up the contents of his stomach.

He wasn’t supposed to have to do this alone. He wasn’t supposed to be responsible for Rosalind and Lucy all on his own, wasn’t supposed to be alone in the world, wasn’t supposed to have to function with what feels like a gunshot in his stomach, a slow death, blood everywhere like a crime scene.

He was terrified, the entire time she was pregnant with Rosalind, sure that he was going to fall into his father’s mistakes, that he and Betty would slide into F.P and Alice before they had time to stop themselves.

And when the the worry would start to gnaw at him, Betty would take his hand, moving it to the round of her stomach, where he could feel the tiny, tiny kick underneath.

“We’re not our parents,” she would say, and he would believe her, every time, believe in her shiny hard optimism. And yet, here they are, another generation of motherless Joneses with a grief they don’t understand and a father gone ghost.

Slowly, a new world starts to take shape around them.

Jughead fills the house with pictures of Betty, makes sure that Rosalind and Lucy know what their mother looks like, could pick her out in a crowd if they ever needed to.

Both of them are fiercely attached to their mother, even as their memories of her start to go blurry around the edges. Jughead’s first and only time called into a disciplinary meeting at school comes when a teacher calls Rosalind Rosie, and the girl in question walked out of the classroom without saying a word.

He keeps Betty’s things, of course, all of her dresses and jewelry, and on special occasions he lets the girls play in the closet, giggling at the way Betty’s senior prom dress slumps on their tiny frames.

And like Betty asked of him, he tells them stories, long, sprawling tales that leave them up far past their bedtimes, giggling and play acting out the actions scenes, full of dragons and battles and monsters that get defeated at the end of the day.

Jughead tells them about a princess named Princess Elizabeth, and how she broke out of her tower to go on adventures. How she teamed up with Prince Archiekins and Princess Lodge and Forsythe Pendleton Jones the III, the town pauper, and even though everyone thought she’d marry Prince Archiekins, she chose Jughead instead.

The stories get darker as they get older, and Jughead slips in tales about the time Princess Elizabeth found her missing sister, or discovered that her father was not the man she thought he was.

She stays alive, that way. For an hour each night, Jughead can pull her back into life, so vivid that sometimes he thinks she’s going to appear in the doorway, smiling that slow, cinematic smile, and picking up the girls to swing them around the room. It’s the good sort of ache, like a finger pressed to scar tissue, a bittersweet pain he is learning to live with.

Veronica gives birth to a girl, one that already has her exact shade of hair and wide, curious eyes.

Jughead takes the girls to go visit, mercifully in a different hospital, and Rosalind and Lucy bubble over in excitement, holding flowers and baby gifts that Cheryl helped Jughead pick out.

Archie and Veronica are exhausted and glowing with excitement when he walks in, and their joy is so palpable that Jughead doesn’t have it in him to be sad.

He gives Archie a hug that’s just a little too tight, and kisses Veronica on the cheek, the girls showing off their bouquets.

“Auntie Ronnie, it’s for you and your baby!” says Rosalind, waving the roses in excitement, and Veronica smiles at the moniker, accepting her goddaughter’s excited hug.

Jughead finds himself stunned by it, the kindness that no one taught them but that they stumbled into instead, so like their mother.

“You want to hold her?” Archie asks, and before Jughead can politely decline, the baby is in his arms. He bobs her up and down, taking in the way she has Archie’s nose and Veronica’s mouth, the girls all the while pulling at his arms to look at the baby.

“What are you gonna name her?” Jughead asks, sitting down so that Rosalind can better examine her with a curious glint in her eyes.

Veronica glances at Archie, and bites her lip, somehow nervous. But it’s Archie that turns to Jughead, something soft in his eyes.

“That’s the thing. We were thinking- We want to call her Elizabeth. Lizzy for short.”

Jughead swallows hard at the lump in his throat, glancing back down at the baby in his arms. A thousand memories of Betty as a little kid spring into his head, unbidden, the three of them’s childhood adventures and mishaps.

She would love this, he thinks to himself.

“We won’t do it if you don’t want us to, Jug,” Veronica says to his silence. “We just thought-”

“No,” Jughead says cutting her off. “No. Elizabeth is- is really good, you guys. I’m so happy for you.”

He traces a line down the baby’s nose, and she smiles at him gummily. “Hi, Elizabeth,” he says, trying not to cry, and then Lucy sneaks into his lap, petting the baby gently on the head.

“Don’t be sad, daddy,” she says, comforting in the way only five year olds can be, and Jughead smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of his daughter’s head.

“I’m not,” he says, and finds that it’s the truth.

#omg you guys im sorry #I most likely gave my laptop water damage crying into it #bughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #mine #prompt

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soooooooo... what kind of a storyline would you give cheryl? and toni? i wish you were in the writers room tbh

So I’m really flattered that you think I should be in the writers room because it’s like my dream job to work as a screenwriter. And this is going to be pretty long since it’s 2 characters but bear with me.

Individual

So for Cheryl, I think it’s time we move the conversation to her trauma and her undefined mental illness. I mean think about it. In her lifetime, she’s dealt with the loss of her best friend and twin brother, grown up in an abusive household, attempted suicide, being drugged and almost assaulted, and sent away to a gay conversion therapy camp all without a consistent support system. So Riverdale should have Cheryl as this vehicle to have a real discussion about mental illness instead of just playing around with it for us to pity her. And attach this to Cheryl’s school life. I know that they’ve already elaborated on how Cheryl is cold because of how hurt she is but to me, Riverdale could do more to show this inner struggle between nice and mean that she has. And I think it’s time we stop making Cheryl suffer. Instead let us see her grow so that gay teens, or teens who have mental illness, or trauma can have a positive example.

Friendships

Like I said, Cheryl hasn’t really had a consistent support system since Jason died, and although Toni is sort of filling the void, I think they should divide that so that we can see how her friends are doing that for her. I always love how caring Veronica is so Riverdale should show us more of caring Veronica and her motives especially since they were both almost victims of Nick St. Clair and Veronica has sort of come to her rescue multiple times. In season 3, we could get the reverse of that. I also wish Riverdale did more to discuss how Cheryl was bullying Betty for a long time before Veronica basically stood up for her. We don’t know if Betty forgave her, if Cheryl apologized, if things were truly fixed between them. But these are conversations I would love to see between Betty and Cheryl where they get honest with each other about everything prior to Jason’s death. And then with Josie, Riverdale will have to do a lot to repair and build on this friendship because we kept hearing how they were close and had this mutual respect because they’re both affluent but we never got to see it in a positive light so I would say that the show should give us Cheryl and Josie’s relationship in a positive light. As for Archie and Jughead, I really just want to see them both be so protective of her as if they view Cheryl like a kind of annoying little sister. I kind of wish that they didn’t make Penelope into this villain because watching her burn the check that the St. Claire’s gave was such a heartwarming scene in the right direction.

Individual

Toni has constantly been this cool, calm, level headed thinker and now that she’s a regular, Riverdale needs to break this down. They aren’t letting us really explore Toni’s insecurities and flaws and her own personal problems because last season, she was dealing with Jughead’s or Cheryl’s or the Serpent’s. So basically give us the reverse of what I want for Cheryl. Let Toni be gentle, and needed to be uplifted, as opposed to being strong for everyone else. On top of that, Toni is the only girl on this show that comes from poverty and as a black girl in poverty, Riverdale should take the steps to compare how being poor for her is a much different story than it is for Jughead.

Friendships

Virtually nothing is known about Toni’s homelife other than the fact that her grandfather is of uktena descent and a lot of her family history was wiped out. But what about her parents? Siblings? I suppose that they might have died and that’s what forced her to take this level headed and responsible role since she basically became her own caretaker. But Riverdale could definitely expand on what it meant for Toni to grow up so quickly. And I think instead of focusing more on Toni’s relationship with northsiders, do more for her friendships on the southside. I’m assuming her, Sweet Pea, And Fangs basically became serpents around the same time so they must have this sibling like bond where they’re really tough on each other but love each other to death. I wanna see more of that. And I really like this friendship that her and Jughead have so I don’t think Riverdale should change it but just give us more of it. I love watching Toni be like this mentor for Jughead and basically being the only person that can put this white boy in his place.

Romances

For their relationship, I think it’s best that Riverdale splits the focus to both Cheryl and Toni, because like it or not, Choni is mostly just Ch. Give us both sides of the story and see how this romance is for Toni as it is for Cheryl. And definitely do more to look into the class and race dynamic since one is an old money white girl and the other is a black girl growing up in poverty. How do these two different upbringings affect them and how does their love bring them together? Also maybe in the not distant future, let Cheryl and Toni have different romances? I wanna see what they’re like in other relationships with the boys and girls of Riverdale and even though I can’t really think of anyone that’s perfectly suited for them (maybe Josie if they just fix their problems with her? Or Archie since he does remind her of Jason slightly and she is attracted to him?) but the couple that stays together forever is a boring couple, in my opinion. I want lots of drama and a breakup does that. But of course, I want Choni to be endgame.

#ask mai #tw rape #tw suicide #character analysis

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