#bughead phone

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Sure Lure, Jughead's Jokes #18 (1970).

#bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #old comics #digest comics #complete panels #jughead's jokes #bughead high school #bughead phone #bughead door #bughead food #bughead scheming #bughead eating #bughead excited #jones residence #cooper residence #sure lure

[imreallyloveleee]

i feel like i win when i lose, chapter three

“So…when is the wedding ceremony?” Jughead asks through a mouthful of mini crab cake. “Or…do they not do vows the second time, since they already broke the first ones?”

“They did that yesterday. Courthouse.” Rising onto her tiptoes, Veronica rests one hand on his shoulder for balance and narrows her eyes as she scopes out the other side of the room. She’s been distracted ever since they arrived, fending off a series of handshakes and how-are-you’s from the blandly attractive 50- and 60-somethings in suits who make up most of the gathered crowd.

Jughead chews his crab cake slowly, deep in thought. “So…today is just…saying ‘I do’?”

(Jughead is recently divorced, and he keeps running into Betty Cooper at weddings. AU.)

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#bughead #bughead fic #jughead jones #betty cooper #riverdale #riverdale fic #in case it wasn't clear already 90% of this fic is just me making myself laugh #hope u guys enjoy!! #fic #eta: it seems like i can't get the URL to work for some reason??? uggghhh i hate posting from my phone #i barely have internet so if someone can confirm if its actually not working i would appreciate it lol

[godheadjones]

i made the mistake of checking the comments on riverdales instagrams post about tabitha and so many people were saying that tabitha brings nothing to the show. i’m sorry, are we talking about the same tabitha tate? the one who saved riverdale twice, once on her own at the last minute? the tabitha tate who gave up everything with the one she had fallen in love with so that he could at least be happy in the new reality and went on to work out how she could save riverdale again by herself for however long it would take? what makes me so sad is that i know if tabitha had come to riverdale and had just helped jughead get back with betty and went on to date reggie everyone would love her and worship her. literally what happened with jopaz is just happening with tabitha and people don’t like her and find her a worthless character because she dated jughead and he’s happy with someone who helped heal him and get over someone who broke his heart. but whatever. let’s imagine a riverdale without tabitha. do you see it? yeah everyone’s dead and season 7 is the sweet hereafter. what a season to go out on without tabitha. percival also would have taken riverdale over so like. shut up.

#i also saw someone call her a nasty character cause she took jughead’s memories #and i started at that comment for so long trying to figure out what the hell it meant #HE CONSENTED TO HAVING HIS MEMORIES TAKEN CAUSE IT WAS FOR THE BEST #i also realized people would hate her for not taking his memories too so that there’d be no chance for bughead #so it’s a lose-lose for tabitha whatever she does and like. she’s so slay. i love her with all my heart #AMAZING addition to the show and people say she’s flat and boring. when she saved riverdale twice and is an angel #idk what to tag this cause it might offended people #i just got a bit ranty and i was screaming at my phone #all the comments are so terrible and i’m like. there’s not liking a character but then there’s ‘nasty character’ cause she did something #she had to do

[stonerbughead]

down at the drive-in ch 2 sneak peek

I originally had dreams of finishing and posting this investigative bughead story on riverdale series finale day but life got away from me. so, in honor of the end of the ridiculous show that brought us bughead and the beautiful fandom space we’ve all created together, here’s a sneak peek. I love you all and personally, I plan to keep writing rvd fanfic so this isn’t goodbye to our bughead family—it’s just farewell to canon, whatever the hell that even means anymore.

It’s strange to admit, but the creepy, bigoted mystery she’s been investigating with Jughead has turned Betty’s attitude around. Each day she wakes up with a spring in her step. The hunger she feels to solve this mystery is new and exciting, like nothing she’s ever done before. (And yes, she’s counting the time she streaked with Cheryl and Veronica.)

Every day that week, Betty and Jughead spend their once-quiet lunch hours in the Blue and Gold office examining evidence and talking out theories. They keep the door shut in an unspoken ritual, something sinister about the case lending itself to confidentiality.

On Tuesday, they spend the lunch hour poring over the Riverdale section of 4chan, even following a couple offshoots and more obscure right-wing forums in the area, but come up with no leads. Betty leans over Jughead to see his laptop screen, and there’s a moment when their eyes lock and she knows neither of them are thinking about the case. But the moment passes unacknowledged, and when the bell rings, they go their separate ways.

On Wednesday, they come up with the idea to put up a flier for a Young Republicans club, hoping to bait the bigot into bragging about their crimes. They even consider going shopping for more conservative looking clothing, but then….

…On Thursday, the members of Toni Topaz’s militant feminist club spend their lunchtime meeting phone banking the number on their flier in protest, flooding Jughead’s voicemail inbox with angry messages.

“We should’ve invested in a burner phone,” Jughead murmurs, his phone to his ear as he empties his voice mailbox, one by one.

“I just don’t think the Blue and Gold has a burner phone budget,” Betty insists, and after realizing what she’s said, they both burst out laughing.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #my writing #betty x jughead #down at the drive-in #investigative duo

[purrincess-chat]

Under the Moth’s Wing CH6: Lady Wifi

April Fools! The joke is I don’t have anymore of this story ready after this chapter, so this is all you guys get for now. Also Ladrien in Adrinette April? ;) Anyway, I’ve been busy, so I haven’t had much time to write or work on this one, but I promise I’ll be getting back to it soon! Until then enjoy this update ;)

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Chapter 6

“Hey, bugheads! Alya here with another update on Paris’s new superheroine! Our girl has done it again, defeating Stormy Weather earlier this afternoon. I wasn’t able to get much footage because I was stuck under ice, but I haven’t given up on our mission to find out who the girl under the mask really is. None of my current theories have much evidence, so one thing is for sure: Ladybug is seriously good at keeping her identity a secret, but that won’t stop me from investigating! I’ll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, bugheads. Don’t forget to stay connected!”

Adrien dimmed the screen on his phone at the dining table, and his father sipped his coffee pensively.

“Alya is really interested in finding out Ladybug’s identity. I think she could lead us to her,” he said.

“Excellent work, Adrien. I think you’re right, this girl could prove valuable to our cause.” His father smirked, the closest expression to a smile his father was capable of in Adrien’s experience. “Keep an eye on her, and let me know if she finds anything.”

“Yes, Father.”

School was like any other day, and Adrien was finally starting to get into the routine. He greeted various classmates as he passed them on the way to the locker room. Marinette was standing by her locker with her back to him, and he ran his fingers down the soft yarn of his new scarf with a smile.

“Hey,” he called as he approached. Nino got onto him about sneaking up on people, so he’d been making more of an effort to announce himself.

Marinette turned to him, with a cheery smile, though her eyes widened like she was still startled to see him. Drat. He’d have to work harder.

“Hi, Adri-you! You-drien! Ad-you. Hey, hi. What’s down? I mean, what’s going up?” She slapped a palm to her forehead with a sigh.

“Uh…” Adrien tilted his head to the side. Maybe shouting wasn’t the best way to announce himself. He’d clearly made her flustered. “I just wanted to come thank you for my new scarf and wish you luck in the tournament.”

“Oh! Yeah, right. The scarf. You’re so welcome. I mean, it wasn’t any trouble at all.” She giggled. “Does this mean you like it?”

“I love it!” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “No one’s ever made me a gift like this before. I’m just really glad we put our differences aside, and I hope we can become good friends from now on.”

“Me too!” Marinette squeaked.

The bell rang, and Adrien gestured for Marinette to walk with him to class. She offered him a stiff smile and fell into step beside him. Silence stretched between them as they crossed the courtyard, but rather than the hostility Adrien had grown accustomed to with Marinette, this felt more… awkward. Like neither of them knew what to say after being enemies for the first three weeks of knowing each other. Adrien tried not to let it get to him as they made it to class. After all, his friendship with Nino had started off slow too. They’d get there eventually.

Mlle. Bustier’s class was interesting, although literature wasn’t his favorite subject. Adrien surprised himself with how much he enjoyed school, even outside of getting to make new friends. All of the material came quickly to him, and he was consistently one of the highest grades in the class after Max — a fact he used as evidence when proving to his father that letting him go to public school was a good idea.

Midway through a lecture about Shakespeare, Adrien’s phone buzzed in his pocket. With a quick glance up at his teacher to ensure he wouldn’t get caught, Adrien spared a glance at the text.

I’ve akumatized a disgruntled office worker uptown. Stay put and keep an eye on the girl with the blog.

Adrien tucked his phone away with a sigh. At least his father sent a warning text this time, but there was no way he could sneak out of school and make it uptown in time to see Ladybug. Oh well. If Alya managed to learn her identity, Adrien could just ask her out in person.

Everyone’s phones buzzed with an akuma alert — a new emergency broadcast the police had come up with after the Stoneheart incident. Mlle. Bustier instructed everyone to remain calm as the threat was nowhere near the school.

“Mlle. Bustier!” Marinette’s hand shot up. “Can I use the restroom?”

“Yes, but hurry back.” Mlle. Bustier gave a permitting nod, and Marinette darted for the door.

Adrien leaned against his fist as Mlle. Bustier resumed her lesson, the rest of which was uneventful. The akuma threat stayed across town, never giving the school a reason to lockdown, and much to Adrien’s dismay, he never saw Ladybug.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the period, Mlle. Bustier quirked a brow at Marinette’s abandoned backpack.

“Alya, can you make sure Marinette gets her bag back?” she asked.

Alya’s eyes furrowed as she gathered her friend’s belongings and slung the pink bag over her other shoulder.

Adrien tailed her up the hall, keeping enough distance to not seem suspicious. She was watching news footage on her phone as she crossed the courtyard toward the locker room, but she made no moves to sneak out to get in on the action.

The day wore on, but Alya stayed put, shifting from class to class with Marinette’s abandoned bag in tow. Where had she gone anyway? Was her bathroom trip really that much of an emergency? Adrien shrugged it off, seeing as Marinette wasn’t his target, and he really didn’t want to know what she was up to in the bathroom.

After their final class, Adrien followed Alya back to the locker room with a sigh. Nothing exciting happened after all, and he missed seeing Ladybug too! Maybe the whole Ladyblog thing was a bust.

Alya stopped short, ducking behind a row of lockers, so Adrien did the same a few rows down. She peeked around the side to the next row, but Adrien was too far away to see what she was spying on. Or who she was spying on. After a few minutes, she paced swiftly back up the room toward the door, and Adrien fumbled to act natural, though Alya paid him no mind. He waited a few seconds, then followed.

By the time Adrien made it out of the locker room, Alya had already sprinted across the courtyard and up the stairs to the exit. Adrien jogged after her, making it out in time to see her dragging Nino down the steps to the banks of the Seine. His eyes narrowed, but he pursued them quietly.

“You absolutely cannot tell anyone what I’m about to tell you!” Alya was saying when Adrien paused on the stairs above their bench to listen.

“What are you talking about? I have to go pick up my little brother,” Nino said, sounding annoyed.

“My sisters go to the same preschool as your brother, they’ll be fine.” Adrien could picture Alya’s eye roll. “What I’m about to tell you is the biggest scoop.”

Nino sighed. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“I know who Ladybug is!”

What?

“Whoa, no cap?” Nino gasped, a phrase Adrien still couldn’t decipher. “Who is it?”

Alya got quiet for a few moments, and Adrien strained to listen.

“Pfft, yeah right!” Nino’s laughter echoed up the canal. “You really think Chloe Bourgeois has an altruistic bone in her body?”

“Shh!” Alya hissed. “Look, I saw her stuffing Ladybug stuff into her schoolbag in the locker room. What better cover for a superhero than pretending to be a spoiled brat? No one would suspect her!”

“Yeah, because she’s not pretending. Seriously, there’s no way Chloe is Ladybug,” Nino said.

“You don’t know! I’ll prove it!” Alya shot back.

Adrien rolled his eyes and crept back up the stairs. Some journalist she was. First of all, Ladybug was a radiant goddess, and Chloe was… Chloe. Secondly, Ladybug and Chloe were both at the Eiffel Tower when Stoneheart attacked, so there was no physical way it could be her — a fact Adrien remained grateful for. Alya really was a dead end.

Heading back into the school to prepare for his fencing practice, Adrien clicked the phone icon next to his father’s name. He answered on the second ring.

“I take it since you’re calling that you’ve found something?”

A hello would have been nice, but Adrien was used to his father’s curtness.

“Not exactly. Alya thinks Chloe is Ladybug, but that’s not even possible! I’m sorry she wasn’t more useful, Father.” He lowered his gaze, bracing for the scorning.

“Hmm.” His father hummed. “We may still be able to use this to our advantage.”

“Really? How?” Adrien blinked.

“Ladybug is highly esteemed by this girl. She will be disappointed to learn that her idol isn’t who she thought she would be,” his father said. “She will make excellent prey for my akuma. We just need to be patient.”

“I’m glad I could help?” Adrien smiled, still confused, but happy his father wasn’t angry. “I’ve got fencing now, but will I see you at dinner?”

“I have to be prepared in the instance that Chloe proves disappointing. I need to be ready to capitalize on this girl’s negative emotions,” he said.

“Oh.” His shoulders slumped. “That’s okay. Maybe next time.”

His father hung up, and Adrien tucked his phone back into his bag with a sigh. At least something good was going to come from his efforts. Maybe if they brought his mom back, his father would have meals with him again. It was a nice thought anyway.

The next day, Adrien sat back as Alya crept after Chloe into the locker room, dragging a reluctant Nino with her. An akumatized Alya would likely mean a chance to see Ladybug for him, though Adrien did feel a little guilty for setting Alya up. But only a little. He might have made friends with Marinette, but he hadn’t crossed that bridge with Alya yet.

Speaking of, he hadn’t seen Marinette since she left for the bathroom the previous day. Hopefully she was okay. One thing he hadn’t thought about with public school was how often everyone got sick — a fate he’d managed to escape so far. Maybe he’d get her a get well gift when she got back to school. That was acceptable for friends to do, right?

The bell rang, and Adrien headed to class, though Alya was pointedly missing when Mlle. Bustier shut the door. Chloe strutted in with a smirk, so he could only assume that everything was going exactly according to his father’s plan. Nino’s slumped shoulders seemed to confirm the worst as he slipped onto the bench beside Adrien. With a deep breath, Adrien tuned into the lecture, figuring it wouldn’t be long until Alya interrupted.

A few minutes into class, Marinette crept through the door and into her seat quietly. She seemed to be feeling better when she leaned down to tap Nino’s shoulder.

“Where’s Alya?” she whispered.

“She got suspended.”

“What?” Marinette shot up with a gasp.

Mlle. Bustier stopped her lecture and turned to them with a frown. “Marinette, if you’re going to come in late, at least do so quietly.”

“Sorry.” She waited thirty seconds before tapping Nino again. “What happened?”

“She got caught digging through Chloe’s locker because she thinks Chloe might be Ladybug.” Nino rolled his eyes.

“What?” Marinette gasped again.

Mlle. Bustier turned around again with a steely glare. “Marinette, if you interrupt my lecture again, I’m going to send you to the-”

“Hello, people of Paris! Lady Wifi here bringing you the scoop of a lifetime.” The overhead projector sprang to life on its own, and scarlet eyes glared back at them behind a black mask. Lady Wifi spun the chair next to her around to reveal a cowering M. Damocles. “Why don’t you tell us the real story? Is it true you suspended a girl named Alya earlier for no good reason?”

“I did.” He shrank away from her.

“So, you admit that you were biased?”

“I was.” He frowned.

“I thought so.” A purple beam shot out of Lady Wifi’s phone screen, a pause symbol stopping M. Damocles in his tracks. “I’ve got an even bigger scoop for all of you coming very soon. Stay tuned as I unmask Ladybug!”

The broadcast ended, and Adrien’s classmates huddled together in fear. Even Mlle. Bustier seemed shaken.

“Alya…” Marinette glanced at the empty seat beside her, face sinking.

Adrien shifted his weight, his phone weighing heavy in his pocket. He’d known it was coming, but seeing his classmates tremble in fear still made his stomach twist in knots. As much as he enjoyed seeing Ladybug, he really hoped Lady Wifi succeeded in unmasking her, so they could put an end to this nightmare.

“Stay calm, everyone.” Mlle. Bustier clapped her hands. “Ladybug will get this all sorted out soon. Go home until the all clear texts are sent.”

Adrien hung back from the crowd, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

School was dismissed. How can I help?

He retrieved his books from his locker while he awaited a reply. Halfway up the courtyard, his phone buzzed.

Lady Wifi will be targeting Chloe Bourgeois. Head to the Grand Paris and make sure she succeeds in unmasking Ladybug.

Adrien smiled, tucking his phone back into his pocket. His father didn’t have to tell him twice. He’d happily throw himself in front of Ladybug any day. If all went well, he’d know her identity, and if they played their cards right, she didn’t have to know he and his father were the ones that took her Miraculous. He could totally still ask her out.

The hotel was suspiciously empty when Adrien arrived. There wasn’t even a receptionist at the front desk, which could only mean the akuma was close if everyone was hiding. Adrien took the stairs, but halfway up to Chloe’s floor, he heard commotion coming from the dining room. Cracking the door, he peeked into the room where Ladybug was tussling with Lady Wifi.

Smartphones were scattered around on every table, and Lady Wifi was using them to bounce around the room. Frustrated, Ladybug smashed each one, forcing Lady Wifi to face her one-on-one.

Adrien slipped through the door, pressing himself against the wall to watch their fight, ready to swoop in to comfort Ladybug the moment she lost, but his cover was blown when Lady Wifi sent her flying across the room. She landed at his feet, the shock in her eyes melting into a glare.

“What are you doing here? It’s dangerous, go home!” she growled.

Adrien helped her to her feet. “I thought I could help. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to get out of here!” Ladybug spun her yoyo in front of them, deflecting a shot from Lady Wifi. Pushing him behind the bar, she tossed the cash register at Lady Wifi.

“But I’ve helped in the past! We make a pretty good team, don’t you think?” Adrien flexed.

“Look, I’m really sorry, but without superpowers, you’re too much of a liability. I’m not looking for a sidekick, so please, get out of he-”

Lady Wifi charged in, catching Ladybug in her brief moment of distraction. The two exchanged kicks and jabs, but Lady Wifi drove Ladybug back, launching her into the kitchen and locking the door. When Lady Wifi disappeared in a flash of light, Adrien raced for the door, but it wasn’t budging. Remembering when he and Chloe would play in the hotel halls as kids, Adrien recalled there was a dumbwaiter they used to ride down to the kitchen to sneak desserts and darted for the stairs. It was a much tighter squeeze than he remembered, but the dumbwaiter held out as he descended into darkness.

“-why won’t it come off?” Lady Wifi growled as Adrien drew closer.

“Uh, because it’s magic,” Ladybug said.

Adrien’s lift buzzed loudly when he landed, drawing attention to him as he toppled out. The alarm was new, and probably a direct result of his childhood escapades.

“Oh, look. Your little boyfriend came to rescue you,” Lady Wifi cooed.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Ouch. Technically true, but ouch.

“Ya know, for a girl that loves superheroes, you sure had no qualms joining the enemy to fight against her. I think you’re a fake fan.” Adrien crossed his arms over his chest.

“You- What?” Lady Wifi faltered, clutching her head.

Ladybug used the opportunity to kick the phone from her grasp. It slid across the room, freeing her arms from their locks. Lady Wifi scrambled after her phone with a growl, flicking her scarlet gaze between Adrien and Ladybug.

Adrien braced as she charged for him, attempting to dodge her fist, but her foot collided with his stomach, knocking him winded onto the cold floor of the freezer. He rolled over with a wheeze as the door slammed shut and crawled to his feet.

“Why don’t you prove to all of us that you’re the real deal, Ladybug? Let’s see you save your little boyfriend, hero,” Lady Wifi said.

Adrien tried the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Cold pricked his skin, trailing goosebumps up his arms. He huddled down into the warmth of Marinette’s scarf, rubbing his arms. He’d never appreciated his new friends more.

“Adrien?” Ladybug beat on the door. “I’m going to get you out of there.”

“Yeah, n-no p-problem. I’ll just chill in here.” Literally.

“Lucky Charm!”

Wait, she was really going to waste her lucky charm on him? That had to mean she was into him, right? She was worried about him getting hurt earlier… The thought warmed him up quick.

“You’re all about to get the scoop of a lifetime!” Adrien’s phone sprang to life in his pocket, Lady Wifi’s broadcast taking over every screen in Paris. The image shifted to the scene of Ladybug scrambling around the kitchen with a red and black spotted box. “We all look up to her, but can we really trust her if we don’t know who she is? In just a few short minutes, she’ll transform back, and all of Paris will know what she’s been hiding!”

Pots and pans clanked on the other side of the door as Ladybug shoved things out of the way. She heaved the microwave onto a cart and placed her lucky charm inside. Plugging it into the outlet outside the freezer, she shoved the cart against the door and turned the microwave on.

Of course! The microwaves would jam the signal to the lock on the door. His lady was so smart, but why was she using it to free him when she could use it to escape the kitchen and take down Lady Wifi? Saving him was a waste of time! Not that he should complain. If she lost, it was a win for them, and his heart skipped knowing she desperately wanted to save him. All in all, his plan to ask her out when all was said and done looked really promising.

The microwave blew on the other side of the door, and Adrien pocketed his phone before she ripped open the door and pulled him out. He collapsed into her arms, nuzzling into her warmth. It was dramatic, but after being locked in a freezer for two whole minutes, he deserved to be snuggled by a beautiful superheroine.

“Are you okay?” Ladybug held him close, rubbing his arms.

Adrien would have savored it more, but the scent of burnt plastic and smoke from the busted microwave in the corner was ruining their moment. Her red and black spotted box lay abandoned on the floor, having fallen out of the microwave when it exploded.

“You used your lucky charm to save me. Why?” Adrien frowned.

“Well, I can’t have my favorite little sidekick freezing to death.” She brushed his nose with the tip of her finger and smiled. ]

His cheeks burned hot, pushing out any traces of cold left in his body. That was a statement he’d be dissecting for hours later.

“Thank you. You really are a hero,” Adrien said.

Ladybug stood up, helping him to his feet, and surveyed the room. The doors were still locked by Lady Wifi’s magic, and with the microwave busted, they weren’t getting out that way any time soon. She touched a hand to her earrings when they beeped and pursed her lips.

“After I defeat Lady Wifi, the doors should open.” She retrieved her lucky charm and crawled into the dumbwaiter. “Please, stay out of trouble. I really mean it this time.”

“I’ll do my best,” Adrien said. He pressed the button on the dumbwaiter and sent her up, rubbing his palms on his jeans.

The camera icon in the corner disappeared, and Adrien retrieved his phone from the freezer, a live feed broadcasting their battle on the roof. Lady Wifi was likely planning to stall Ladybug until her timer ran out, so it would behoove him to stay put until she won. As far as his father was concerned, getting her to waste her lucky charm saving him to start her timer was a valiant effort toward their cause, even if it wasn’t his original intention. But Ladybug chose to save him even though it set her back. The least he could do was return the favor. Comatose mother in need of magical earrings or not, Adrien owed her.

Adrien zoomed in on the wifi box on the roof and pursed his lips. Helping Ladybug was risky, especially being openly broadcast to everyone in Paris — including his villainous father who was counting on him to make sure she lost. He’d think of an excuse later. Right now, his future wife needed him.

Adrien crawled back into the dumbwaiter, lifting out the same way he’d come in. The pool deck had been abruptly abandoned when the akuma broke out as all of Paris moved indoors to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Only a crazy person would willingly throw themselves in the middle of a battle between two girls with superpowers, but Adrien had always read that love made people do crazy things. So, as Lady Wifi’s camera followed their action on the other side of the pool, he grabbed an abandoned drink from a table and climbed up to pour it on the wifi box.

With the signal around the hotel jammed, Lady Wifi’s powers evaporated, and Ladybug kicked the phone from her hands, smashing it with her yoyo to reveal a black butterfly.

Adrien climbed down as she captured the akuma, slipping into the stairwell while her back was turned. He retreated down to the restaurant, blowing a sigh through his lips. Hopefully his father didn’t see him actively betraying their mission by helping Ladybug. Something told him his father wouldn’t understand Adrien’s life-for-a-life philosophy.

Ladybug’s magical ladybugs swarmed the dining room, fixing all of the damage. They even swirled around Adrien, removing the ache from his ribs where Lady Wifi kicked him — a strange sensation Adrien couldn’t even begin to describe. The lady of the hour emerged from the stairwell, stopping short when she saw him. Relief flooded her expression, bringing back the warmth to Adrien’s cheeks. Why did she have to be so gorgeous and concerned for him?

“I see you figured everything out in the end,” Adrien said.

Ladybug approached him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know it was you that fried the wifi signal. I couldn’t have defeated her without your help.”

“Well, to be fair, it was my fault you used up your lucky charm.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And I was really touched when you chose to save me instead of chasing after Lady Wifi.”

“I wouldn’t have to save you so much if you weren’t always throwing yourself into dangerous situations, ya know.” Ladybug chided. Her earrings beeped again, and she glanced around frantically. “I’m about to change back.”

“Here.” Adrien pulled open the janitorial closet.

She rushed in without a second thought, trusting him so easily. Pink light flashed through the cracks, and Adrien’s hand hesitated on the handle. He could open the door and figure out her identity. He could bring it home to his father like a trophy. They’d be one step closer to waking his mother up. But as his fingers slipped from the handle, legs carrying him down the stairs and out to the sidewalk, he couldn’t bring himself to regret the decision.

Ladybug trusted him, and even though he’d have to betray her eventually, he wanted to enjoy the double agent gig for a little while longer. Why did she have to look so beautiful in the dim restaurant lighting? His enemy being the most gorgeous woman in the world was the real crime. The way her mask furrowed over her blue eyes when she was worried about him was to die for. And something told him death wasn’t off the table as he headed home to his father.

Dinner was ready when he arrived home, and to his surprise, his father was already seated in the dining room. He instinctively straightened, taking his normal seat at the opposite end of the table. Was his father dining with him because he did something right or because he knew Adrien helped Ladybug escape again? The silence was deafening.

“So…” Adrien cleared his throat. “We were really close this time.”

“Yes.” His father nodded. “Great work. Baiting out her lucky charm was an excellent idea. I’m proud of the lengths you went to on this mission.”

“Oh.” Adrien perked up. “Yeah, totally. That was my plan all along.”

“I know I was hard on you, but getting your mother back is important to me. I want our family to be whole again. I’m sure you understand,” his father said.

Adrien straightened. “I do, Father. I’ll keep working hard to help you in any way that I can.”

“Thank you, Adrien. I can’t do this without you.”

Adrien bit back a smile, taking a sip of his tea as their staff brought out the first course. Everything worked out in the end. His father didn’t know he helped Ladybug win or that he gave up a chance to learn her identity. Ladybug thought of him as a trusted ally, which meant he would definitely be seeing her more in the future. If Adrien played his cards right, he could get everything he wanted. His mom, the girl of his dreams, his father’s regard…

Adrien’s heart skipped. For the first time since they started, Adrien felt like everything was going to be okay. His skin still crawled at the thought of hurting people, but if they got their wish, they’d set everything right in the end. Until then, he’d keep working hard to help his father. After all, it was the first time he’d ever told Adrien he was proud of him.

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[daphnesvieira]

Don't You Forget About Me

For Bughead Appreciation Week - Day 5: Missing Moments

Summary: Amnesiac Betty reads her high school journal about her great love with Jughead with whom things ended badly when they were 18. She’s back in Riverdale and has meals delivered daily from Pops by a cute guy named Forsythe. They soon fall in love. Will she get her memories back and realize Juggie from the journals is Forsythe from Pops? What happens when she remembers what drove them apart in the first place? Was the amnesia a blessing in disguise making her forget all her past trauma? Will they make it this time or will history repeat itself?

Teaser under the cut (for the 2 people who said they wanted one: @middleagedresidentofriverdale & @forthehonoroflove)

Feb. 9, 2017 Dear Diary, new year, new me! Ok so the new year started over a month ago, but I decided to start this new diary even before I’d finished the last one so that all the Archie drama would stay in the old diary. This is a brand new start! I’m no longer the pathetic loser hoping to date her dum-dum neighbour! I am Elizabeth Anne Cooper, journalist! That’s right: I officially revived the Blue and Gold at school today! I even managed to rope in Juggie so I wouldn’t be doing it all alone. He and I will solve this mystery of who killed Jason, I just know it!

Betty smiles. She wants to remember this girl that she apparently used to be. The doctor said she should move back home, into a familiar setting that might help jog back her memory. Her mom apparently couldn’t be bothered to move back to Riverdale with her and help with her recovery, but she did give her the keys to the house they used to live in and where Betty spent most of her life before heading out to college. She wonders what kind of relationship she must have had with her mother where she wouldn’t come stay with her now. Yet another mystery to add to the ever-growing pile of what her life used to be before she got amnesia.

She puts down the journal and looks for the others that she would have written prior to this one. Maybe she’ll get a sense of who these people are? Archie, Juggie (that can’t be a real name, right?), Jason and most of all, herself. She doesn’t remember any of it and evidently, the universe doesn’t want her remembering because there are no other journals to be found. Maybe she took them with her and they burned in the fire along with the rest of her stuff and with her memories apparently. But why would she leave only this one behind? Maybe she’ll understand if she reads more diary entries.

But for now, she’s hungry and there’s nothing to eat in the house. She remembers her taxi driver saying something about a diner. She pulls out her phone and types: ‘Riverdale Diner’ Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe is the first result so, after quickly browsing their menu, she calls.

Man’s voice: “Pops Diner, how may I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Betty Cooper and I’ve just moved back into my childhood home at 111, Elm Street. I don’t have any food yet so I’d like to order delivery.”

Man on the phone, hesitantly: “Hum, yeah, sure thing Betty. What did you want?”

She orders the ‘Pops Special’ which she’d found online when looking for the phone number. The man assures her she’ll have her food in 30 minutes so she sits more comfortably on the couch to read a few more journal entries while she waits.

Feb. 24, 2017 Dear Diary, Juggie and I have been working on solving Jason’s murder every day. I really like spending time with him again. We sort of lost touch there for a while, but now it’s like we’ve fallen right back into our old rhythm and familiar habits. We went to Jason’s memorial this afternoon and Jughead looked really cute in his suit. I don’t know why I’m writing about it, it’s really not important… But also, I can’t stop thinking about it. What is wrong with me? Do I have a crush on Jughead? No, it’s gotta be the suit. Yeah, let’s go with that.

*Coming soon-ish to AO3*

#bughead appreciation week #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #bughead fic #bughead appreciation week 2023 #my fic #my writing #don't you forget about me #missing moments #betty's diary

[jandjsalmon]

2023 FFRC - September🍂

Hello friends! I hope you've had a wonderful September. We've started my daughter's senior year with her choosing to join the high school football team instead of the soccer team (to the shock of everyone - including her soccer coach). Therefore, we've been spending every Friday night at the field - and she scored a touchdown in her first game - so that's exciting.

My 2023 @fanfic-reading-challenge is nearly complete. The challenge has various completion levels - and if you're looking for something to help motivate you to read new things or expand your range - or even if you just want to challenge yourself, you should join us. You don't have to wait until the new year to start - and there are a bunch of us on the Discord server and it's a really nice and encouraging place to be.

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September 2023

I read 58 new stories this month - and nearly 300 chapters. I'm closing in on 17 million words, so my year-long goal of 20 million words still isn't out of the realm of possibility. I also did a few podfic recordings... and was highly critical of all of them so I didn't post them. Maybe after I get more practise. lol.

Anyway, I’ve gathered a couple recs. I hope you enjoy them. 💖

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before i knew which life was mine (3 fic series) by @smc-27 (Harry/Allie - The Society)  Summary: She’s got this weird feeling that everything with him is so natural and normal that there’s no way to imagine them not eventually ending up friends. Which is a fucked up thought, because prior to all this, all they had ever shared were barbs back and forth, or her calling him out on being a jerk to her sister. Notes: Okay - so this series is three separate fics that feel like they're unconnected - but really they are completely connected. They're like different dimensions or universes where Harry and Allie were friends (and they don't stay just friends). These are the "other worlds".

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The Percy/Jenna Anon Collection by Anonymous (Percy/Jenna - RPF - All E) Fic 1 - Howlin’ For You - A night of drunken UNO leads to explicit actions between two friends who have been secretly sleeping together. Fic 2 - Lonely Boy - A surprise visit between two friends, a phone call, and a splash of angst. And sex. Fic 3 - Gold on the Ceiling - When Jenna tells Percy it’s over she’s not sure what that means for either of them. And she doesn’t even begin to understand the gravity of her choice until she’s forced to put work on hold for the actor’s strike. Has she even been living? Or merely existing.. Light angst, heavy sex? But it’s introspective? Notes: Okay - so RPF isn't for everyone. It is for me though. This series was written by the same Anon author (it's very clear that it's the same author) - I don't know who it is, but they deserve a huge cookie. I cried during the third one. And then had to fan myself. It's an odd conundrum. The writing is amazing. I would read a million more stories by this author - rpf or fandom or whatever. If I can only figure out who they are. 😉

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three conversations about one thing by @imreallyloveleee (Bughead - T)  Summary: He’d known there would be consequences when he made this decision. But he hadn’t realized how quickly they might steamroll right over him. (Jughead & Veronica & Cheryl & Betty & memories of the future. Set post-7x19.) Notes: An absolutely lovely post-script on the final season of Riverdale.

#jandy's fanfic reading challenge adventure 2023 #reading fics with jandy #fanfic reading challenge 2023 #2023 fic reading challenge #2023frc #long post #to save your dashboard

[azzybarjabi]

19 Reasons not to ship Bughead

  1.     They share a sibling (its wired)

2.       They have broken up multiple times

3.       Betty cheated on jughead

4.       Betty kissed Archie more than once

5.       Jughead was Betty’s second choice

6.       They haven’t dated in like 8 years

7.       Barchie and Jabitha have more chemistry and are endgame

8.      Their parents were together in high school and even dated when bughead was dating (Like awkward much)

9.     Bughead have a toxic side

10.   They compare themselves to Romeo and Juliet (not a love story and honestly worst “relationship” to compare yourself too)

11.   Red flag if they get back together

12.   Betty is dating Archie now. The man she cheated with

13.   Their kinks are just too much. (Like that black wig)

14.   Betty asked Archie to marry her (Barchie endgame)

15.   Jugheads phone message to betty really explains it all.

16.   Jughead ended up in a dark place for years because of betty

17.   Jughead’s book has negatives about betty

18.   Betty and Archie are best friends to lovers

19.  FP and alice need to come back in se 7. like they are endgame and should be together.   

#riverdale #Bughead #anti bughead #falice #jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #tabitha tate #barchie #jabitha

[aroaceconfessions]

I really REALLY hate it when aro ace representation gets erased in favor of the stupid ships. Like l was reading this buzzfeed article yesterday where one person stated that Jughead (from the Archie comics and Riverdale TV show) was Asexual (and aro too in my opinion) in the comics and when they made her have a relationship with Betty in the TV show, they were really angry and stopped watching the show altogether. I completely agreed with them BUT the comments were all like NOOOO BUGHEAD IS THE BEST EVER or "I agree with everything except Jughead and Betty" and such f/cking aphobic comments.

Like literally no one cares that you disagree? Plus this is not a matter of disagreement- a literal lgbtia+ rep got erased so ur opinion doesn't even matter you idiots. In their defense, tv shows are normally different from books or comics so it doesn't matter if Jughead was allo instead of ace. I was ready to break the phone at this point.

ARO ACE REP MATTERS MORE THAN A STUPID SHIP YOU ASSHOLES.

#aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #acespec #aspec #aroacespec #arose #shipping discourse #shipping #fandom #representaiton

[iarasstuffss]

baby steps (bughead 6x12 au)

based in that depressing scene, because let's face it if this would've happened while bughead were together things would've been different

...

This wasn't how she thought her day was gonna end.

She was supposed to come back from work meet with Jughead at Pop’s, have dinner and go back either to his place, Archie's garage most specifically, or hers, her childhood bedroom at her mother's house, and cuddle until they fall asleep.

But plans changed, Jughead had a lot of papers to grade and the next issue of the paper to finish editing, so he probably will be working until midnight, and she didn't want to bother him.

Due her night plans being canceled she decided to take a shower maybe eat some leftover pie her mom left on the fridge and go through some papers she brought form work.

After showering and spending a good amount of time under the warm water to relax her body she put her underwear and fluffy robe on and before turning towards the door to go back to her room something caught her attention.

There was an unopened Tampax box on her cabinet, the thing is she didn't remember when was the last time she needed to use those.

Trying to not freak out she checked her period calendar on her phone to confirm something she wasn't expecting.

She was two weeks late. She was never late.

She froze for a second and tried to remember if there was a chance she could possibly be pregnant. After all she was off the pill since being captive by TBK , something her doctor recomended, but as far as she remembers Jughead and her have been extra careful since they got back together.

And then it clicked that it was that one time she knew for a fact they didn't use protection. She assumed that reckless night was the reason why she is two weeks late now.

Not wanting to bother Jughead she tried to sleep and worry about this tomorrow but, after half an hour staring at the white ceiling she decided to text him and see if he was awake. It wasn't too late, after all it was only 1am.

He responded immediately, inviting her over so they could cuddle until they fall asleep.

She just pull on her robe, left a note to her mom and walked next door. It wasn't necessary to knock on the door because he was already waiting for her outside.

"Hey you" he huged tightly, when she stared up at him he grabbed her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers.

"Hey" she said smiling after the kiss.

Once they were cuddling in bed, both of their robes hanging on a chair besides his bed, he broke the silence.

"What's on your mind that you couldn't sleep?" He asked, his hands caressing her right arm that was wrapped around him, her head resting peacefully on his chest.

She took few seconds before responding, she wasn't sure if she should tell him her latest discovery or just take a test and make sure to not freak him out, but she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon if she didn't tell him, it was eating her alive, so she untangled from his warm embrace and sat on the bed, facing him.

"Jug, my period it's two weeks late, and I'm never late... there's a chance I... might be... pregnant" he definitely wasn’t expecting that.

"Is it possible even though we used protection all times?" she knew he was struggling to find the right thing to say.

"Yeah, because there was that one time we didn't... remember... at the former blue and gold office?" she tried to remind him about that reckless time that could be the reason their lives were about ro change forever.

"Oh... right" he remembered "How do you feel about it?

"I don't know" she said honestly "I'm terrified, anxious but also confused, this never came into my mind until now, and I can't decide if this is something I want or not, you know?" She tried not to sound too harsh, after all If she was pregnant the baby would be his.

"It's okay, everything will be okay no matter what happens" he said pulling her closer to him, she could tell he was as nervous and terrified as her but tried to not show it to comfort her. "I'm gonna be there with you and we'll figure this out together okay?"

She nodded, small tears were falling from her eyes. He hugged her tightly and caressed her hair until she fell asleep.

...

She took a test the next day. They waited nervously the results walking around her room. When the timer rang they went into the bathroom and stared at the test together. Only one pink line was visible. It was negative.

She huged him tightly, relieved.

Both agreed it wasn't the time for a baby, they weren't ready for that yet. However this was the perfect opportunity for her to ask him something she had been thinking for a little while now.

"Jug?" She caught his attention, they were cuddling on her bed, trying to get some rest, the truth is none of them had a good night sleep, thinking about the possibility of how to fit an infant into their messy lifestyle.

"How do you feel about moving together?"

This was the first step.

#bughead #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #anti b*rchie #riverdale spoilers #bughead fanfiction

[dayenurose]

Writer’s Month Prompts (written for @writersmonth )

Day 19 - Bubbles and Single Parent(s) (Bughead)

“Look! The playground looks like a pirate ship. Can I play? Please, Jug.” Jellybean bounced on her toes and tugged his hand.

Jughead hesitated as he paused to check his watch. He needed to get her some dinner into his sister before he headed to work. But, they didn’t need to head home quite yet and this looked to be one of the last few nice days of autumn before it got too cold to play outside.

The playground did resemble a ship—the piratey-ness was left up to the imagination of the children, he supposed—with a pilot’s wheel, a mounted spy glass, and a deck composed of a plank bridge. Tall masts held up a canvas shade instead of sails. Under and around the play structure was a blue rubber mat. Nearby, a climbing structure in the likeness of a sea serpent rose and fell out of the ‘water.’

With one look at Jellybean’s pleading eyes and puppy dog pout, Jughead’s resistance crumbled.

“Okay. You’ve got a half hour, then we head home for dinner.” The moment he let go of her hand, she took off like a shot. Calling after her, he held up his phone, “I’ve set a timer.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” she yelled over her shoulder as she scrambled up a rope climbing net to a platform at the ‘bow’ of the ship.  

He settled on a nearby bench and pulled his well used copy of Nortons Anthology out of his backpack. While his sister played, he could get started on his readings for class. As long as he could hear her voice rambling in excited pretend, he didn’t need to worry. It always amazed how easily kids could befriend each other on the playground and play together like they’ve been friends their entire life. He’d never been like that. When he was a kid, he much preferred hiding away in the cool shadows under the play structure and read. Apparently somethings never changed.

With Jelly happily playing, he delved into his reading. Between college, work, and Jellybean, he scarcely had enough time to get done everything he needed to accomplish. With everything going on this week, he’d fallen a bit behind on his homework. At the very least the park was a nice change of pace for his studying. The wind caught at the wafer thin pages, when he paused to underline a passage and scribble notes in the margins.

“Looks like some heavy reading,” a cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts.

His first instinct was to check on Jellybean—she was still playing happily with a dark haired girl a year or two younger than her. Then, he turned to figure who was addressing him. A woman about his age with blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail, stood at the corner of his bench. Behind her she pulled a red wagon with two small red-haired children. To his eye, they appeared to be about four. Their features were similar enough he took them for siblings, and most likely twins.

Her bright smile faltered for a minute. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I know what it’s like to sneak in a few minutes of reading.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine.” Jughead found his brain blanking. While he could be quite loquacious when he was passionate about a subject, he’d never been particularly good with small talk. And, for the first time in a while, the fact bothered him. “Um, you’re right about the heavy reading. My back keeps trying to convince me to choose a different major.”

She laughed. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Yeah,” he blurted awkwardly. “I mean, yes, you  can join me. I don’t mind.”

“My fault. That definitely was about the most awkward way to word the question.” She proceeded to help the twins out of the wagon. Once free from the wagon, they made a direct path for the same play structure Jellybean now captained.

“I’m Betty,” she introduced herself as sat beside him. While she kept an eagle eye on the twins, her whole body seemed to melt into the bench as though this was the first chance she had to relax in days. He knew that feeling very well.

“Jughead,” he offered her his hand. “Go ahead an laugh.”

She returned the handshake with a firm grip and no laughter. “Believe me, I’m not stranger to unusual names.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my niece and nephew are Juniper and Dagwood—though they go by Juni and DJ.” Betty gestured over at the twins who dashed back and forth across the bridge in an attempt to make it sway. “Give it ten minutes and they’ll be back over her begging to be entertained.”

He smiled fondly, “I remember those days.”

“Oh? Which one is yours?”

He pointed up at Jellybean who appeared to be having an imaginary sword fight. “That one.”

“How old were you?” The moment the words were out of her mouth, Betty’s face flushed a brilliant scarlet. An apology immediately followed, the words tumbling out in rush as though, if she spoke fast enough she might erase her faux pas. “I am so sorry. That was rude. I really do know better than to assume. I hate it when people judge me…”

“Breathe, Betts.” When he placed a hand on her shoulder she didn’t pull away. “Yeah, I’m not particularly fond of that question, but I’ve been dealing with it since I was sixteen. Jellybean is my little sister. She’s twelve years younger than me and I've been looking after her since she was four.”

“You really don’t need to explain.” Betty began to gather her belongings.

“Please, don’t leave on my account.” He set his textbook on the bench and turned to face Betty. “I’ve got a feeling you understand. And, I could use someone to talk to about all this. Jelly’s my sister, but she’s also mine…do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah.” Betty nodded. “I have custody of Juni and DJ. When my sister died, believe it or not, I was the most responsible person to take custody of them. So, they’ve been mine for the past two years. I was barely out of high school and suddenly I was a mom to twins.”

As though they sensed Betty talking about them, the twins escaped the apparently sinking ship via the slide and came running towards Betty.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Juni called. “Bubbles!”

Betty withdrew a bottle of bubbles from her bag. “Okay, but no fighting with your brother about who gets to pop them. And Deej, no fighting with your sister.”

The children nodded solemnly. Their eyes were wide with eager expectation. Betty dipped the wand into the bubble juice, then blew gently at the loops. A myriad of bubbles danced on the wind. Squealing in delight, Juni and DJ took off after the bubbles.

Jughead smiled. She was amazing with the twins. It couldn’t be easy being responsible for  twins. “Mommy?”

“It’s a new thing,” Betty paused to blow more bubbles, keeping the kids busy while they chatted. “They don’t really remember my sister and she wasn’t exactly maternal. So, I’m pretty much the only parental figure they know. Their therapist says it’s a good thing. But, it still feels a bit strange.”

“I can imagine. Jelly never called me dad, thank God. While, our parents aren’t exactly the responsible type, they've been in and out of our lives as it's convenient for them. Mom took off with Jelly right after she was born, leaving me with dad. Then, when Jelly was four, mom showed up for a few months only to disappear and never come back. I ended up being the one to raise Jellybean, which was better than anything I got.” Jughead offered a bit of their story in return.

“What about your dad?”

Before he could answer, Jellybean abandoned ship in a dramatic fashion. Dying loudly as she bounded across the playground, she sprawled at her final resting spot in the grass beside the bench. Just as suddenly as she was washed overboard, she popped up and studied Betty. “Jug, I want to blow bubbles.”

“They’re not ours. You need to ask. Politely.” Jughead nodded to the twins.

“May I play too? Please.” Jelly gave Betty her most angelic smile.

“Of course,” Betty handed Jellybean the bottle of bubbles. Her relief at having a break was evident to Jughead, but not so much to the kids.

Juni and DJ followed Jellybean as she lead them into a grass spot not far from the bench, but far enough the adults could talk without being overheard.

Still, Jughead lowered his voice as he finally answered Betty’s question. It wasn’t like his sister didn’t know the story. “Dad being around was a technicality at best. When the choice came to being a dad or the bottle, he’d infallibly choose the bottle. So, I watched out for Jelly. But, his habit for petty crime finally caught up with him and he’s now a guest upstate.” Bitterness crept into Jughead’s words. Everybody left him, which made him twice as determined to make certain his sister never felt left behind. “Anyways, my custody of my sister is now state sanctioned.”

He tugged on the friendship bracelet his sister had given him earlier in the week when he’d been given official custody of her. She’d made them matching bracelets as a symbol that no matter what happened, it would always be them against the world.

“Jellybean is lucky to have a big brother like you.” When Betty turned her brilliant smile on him, Jughead’s heart beat faster and a warmth like sunshine filled him from the inside out.

“Thanks. Juni and DJ are lucky to have you too.”

Betty’s hand rested on the bench between them. The temptation to take her hand prompted him to reach for her. Before his fingers could brush against her skin, an alarm sounded, bringing him back to his senses.

“Jug, your timer went off. You said we have to go.” Jellybean stood about two inches from his knee with her hands on her hips. She gaze drifted between her big brother and Betty. “Are we going? I want burgers for dinner.”

With a sigh, Jughead pushed up from the bench and began repacking his backpack. “It was nice meeting you, Betts.”

“It was nice meeting you too.” Betty glanced over at the twins who had followed Jellybean (and the bubbles). “I never do this…I suppose I’m terribly out of practice…would you like to meet up again?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” Jughead held out his phone, “Give me your number and I’ll text you.”

With the exchanging of numbers complete and Jellybean impatiently tugging on his hand, Jughead waved. “Bye.”

“Bye Juggie,” Betty called after him.

All the way home, Jughead had a silly grin plastered on his face. He couldn’t wait to get to know Betty better.

About a block away from home, Jellybean looked up at her bother. “I like Betty. When can we see her again?”

“Soon,” Jughead promised. “I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other.”

He might not know what the future held for him and Jellybean, but he could easily picture Betty and the twins as a lasting part of their lives.

#writersmonth2022 #fanfiction #jughead jones #betty cooper #bughead

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Double Date, Archie's Girls Betty and Veronica #24 (1956).

#bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #veronica lodge #old comics #digest comics #complete panels #archie's girls betty and veronica #bughead high school #bughead cinema #bughead date #bughead phone #bughead eating #bughead mad #bughead excited #double date

[imreallyloveleee]

six sentence sunday

the archie-got-murdered fic is a go:

The morning of Archie Andrews’ funeral, Betty eats chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.

They're gross. Despite Betty’s lifelong insistence that chocolate chips drowned in maple syrup were too sickeningly sweet a combination to consume at eight o’clock in the morning, her mother was either unwilling or unable to accept her youngest child’s distaste, and continued to serve them on any day she deemed a “special” occasion.

Teenage Betty would have walked into the kitchen, taken one look at the fluffy stack waiting for her at her usual seat, and tossed it in the garbage disposal. But today, refusing them would just feel…petty. 

So Betty eats the pancakes. 

#on my phone so the formatting might be weird? #six sentence sunday #fic #betty cooper #it's a bughead fic i just haven't written any bughead yet lol #riverdale fic

[passionfruitbowls]

@ladrienjune day 7: pajamas 

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Usually, Plagg’s evenings are uneventful, which is how he likes it. Just him, the comfort of Adrien’s bedroom and his beloved Camembert - what more could a kwami want in life? 

For some reason Hawkmoth’s attacks are becoming less frequent at this time of day. Though it’s strange to think about, Plagg supposes that ultimately, even villains have homes to return to. Of course, a part of him also hopes that Hawkmoth is beginning to see sense, and has realised that chasing after a couple of teenagers while wearing a costume as ridiculous as his isn’t the best way to achieve… whatever his goal is.

Plagg’s train of thought is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a clip playing on Adrien’s computer, and he hears a familiar voice speaking.

“...I promise you that Chat Noir and I are doing everything we can…”

Ah, of course. Plagg lets out a small sigh. Who else could it be but Ladybug?

“Adrien,” he groans as he drifts towards his holder, who seems totally transfixed by what’s happening on the screen. “This is the fifth time this week! If you want to admire Ladybug that much at least do it in a way that means I can enjoy my cheese in peace.”

“Sorry, Plagg,” Adrien says sheepishly. “I’ll try to remember from now on, but- it’s just that she’s-”

“Kind, courageous, intelligent, the girl of your dreams?”

Plagg lists several traits, all of which he’s memorised thanks to hours of “Would Ladybug like it if I got her some kind of gift? Nothing too big, I just thought I should let her know how awesome she is!” and “You should have seen Ladybug out there today, Plagg! It was… amazing,”.

“Erm… yes.” Adrien finally answers the question, his red cheeks turning even redder. “I guess you could say I’m a Bughead?”

Plagg looks around the room to confirm what he already knows: the polka-dotted mug currently sitting on Adrien’s desk, the drawer in Adrien’s wardrobe which contains at least 5 pairs of polka-dotted socks, the countless pictures of Ladybug stored in Adrien’s phone, and last but not least the Ladybug-themed pajamas Adrien is wearing right now. All items which speak volumes.

“I can see that.”

#hi guess who’s back with more ladrien nonsense <3 #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ladrien june #ladrien #adrien agreste #pfb writes

[agentofship]

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Just for the Night, chapter 2/2

FitzSimmons, rated M, 7900 words Summary: Bringing home her cute new colleague for the night sounded like a good idea to Jemma Simmons. He's cute and a fantastic kisser, just what she needed to relieve the stress of spending Christmas with her whole family. She just hadn't planned that she would end up snowed in with her one-night stand AND her family for Christmas.

Once more, happy Christmas Libby <3 "I'm so sorry, they weren't supposed to be here until much later!" she whispered as she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it as if someone might burst through it anytime. "I know, you said so but I bet they wanted to avoid--" "The snow, yeah. My mum tried to call but my phone was in the living room. I probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, I slept like the dead last night." Fitz smiled at that and there was something so sweet in a way that she didn't tell him the orgasms weren't the only responsible. Even though he'd greatly contributed to the short-lived state of relaxation she'd felt that morning, she'd been exhausted for weeks. "Anyway, the road's closed so--" His lips pressed against hers softly, taking her by surprise. She was busy panicking about the whole situation, how dare he interrupted her like that? But then, his arms wrapped around her waist, impossibly warm, and Jemma melted into the embrace with a slight whine. Maybe she should have gone and talked to him weeks ago. She might have brought him home to her London flat and gotten the opportunity to enjoy his affection longer without being interrupted in the worst possible way. "Good morning," he said, eyes and tone equally soft when he pulled back.

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29 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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Finally finished this portrait of Fitz/Iain from the wedding scene in 5x12 <3 It had been a while since I drew him and I’m pretty happy with the result! Done in watercolor and color pencils! Commissions open for this type of portrait or digital ones, more details via DM :) REDBUBBLE / ETSY

33 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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It Was All Make-Believe

FitzSimmons, rated T, 2609 words (for now) Chapter 1/6 @libbyweasley​ and I are very excited to finally start posting this fic we've been working on for months based on Libby's original idea. The fic is all written and a new chapter will be posted every week. I've written three chapters from Jemma's POV and Libby has written all chapters from Fitz's POV. Hope you enjoy :) Summary: Fitz and Jemma go undercover as a couple and discover it isn’t as difficult as they’d thought it would be. But what happens when those feelings become a little too real? Season 1 AU They all moved to the briefing room, May and Ward looking as awake and ready as ever. Fitz, not so much.

"Didn't even have time for breakfast," he grumbled as he took his place next to Jemma. "Why do these always have to be so early?" Jemma shook her head and pressed the second mug of tea she was holding into his hand. "Oh thank you." He took a sip and his face turned a little less grumpy for a second. "Maybe the problem is that you stayed up working in the lab so late," Jemma pointed out and he huffed. "You're one to talk!" "But I can function on five hours of sleep, you obviously can't." If his still only half open eyes and messy curls weren't enough to prove her point, Jemma reached out to straighten his collar. "That's because he's still growing!" Skye tousled his hair as she walked past him to take her place in the briefing room.

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41 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It had been a while since I’ve worked on a Liz/Jemma art :) (Based on that gorgeous Liz photoshoot I’m planning I’ve done this one using both color pencils and watercolor and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.  I’m currently open for commissions (both traditional and digital fanart). Send me a DM to know more :) 

44 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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Yep, you’re right! I’m giving you another spoiler of the bughead Fic me and @crazymisscarly are working on! We still aren’t sure if this is going to be a long one-shot or multiple chapters. We hope you enjoy this snippet 🤭

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Betty was back in her old childhood room, putting away the stuff she had taken to Archie’s. Her phone alerts her that she has a text message. Sighing, she gets up and grabs her phone. Hoping it wasn’t Archie, she unlocks it and sees it’s from Jughead.

Jughead: Hey Betty, sorry to text so late. Are you awake?

She smiles and replies back.

Betty: Hey Jug. Yeah, I'm still awake. Just putting stuff away.

Jughead: Are you ok?

Betty: Me and Archie broke up 😕

Jughead: I’m sorry Betts. What happened?

Jughead felt nervous after calling her by her old nickname.

Betty: Do you want to meet up and talk? Somewhere private?

Jughead: Yeah, of course. The Bunker? It’s the only place we can get a modicum of privacy.

Betty: Meet me there in 20. I’ll pick up some Pop’s for us.

Jughead: 😁

Betty chuckles at his emoji. “You never change, Jones.”

She arrives at Pop’s and orders 3 Bacon burgers (two with extra bacon, pickles and mayo), Fries, A Vanilla and Chocolate milkshake. As she waits, she gets a phone call from Veronica. “Hey V. What’s up?”

“Hey, B. Archie came to the Babylonia earlier. He told me you broke up with him. Are you ok?” Veronica says lamentably.

“Yeah, I'm ok. I just realized me and Archie don't want the same things. It’s better this way V, but don't worry about me. I am good. I’ll stop by tomorrow and see you. We’ll have girl time,” as she grabs the take-out food. They say goodbye and the phone line ends. She exits Pop’s, gets into her car and drives off to Fox Forest to meet Jughead.

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