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mrs-nate-humphrey · 8 months

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ok so I have watched Riverdale and I have Thoughts about the bones of a gossip girl Riverdale AU but not necessarily about the plot. (GG was one of the first things to premiere after the rebrand from the WB (beat only by a show that lasted 8 episodes) and Riverdale is the last thing to go before it becomes a more "adult oriented" channel so it's fascinating to compare the 2)

Riverdale has a reputation for being "oh crazy weird show!!" (earned) but like... despite the escalating drama, the characters aren't really allowed to grow or change (or be fleshed out at all) they stay more or less the same one dimensional stereotypes for seasons 1-6 (season 7 is an alternate timeline it's a whole thing.) like I genuinely cannot place the plot of each season in order bc the characters aren't allowed to be affected by their experiences

(which is also exemplified by having them stay in high school forever, as opposed to the GG route of having them ignore their educations and pretend to be adults)

(I could go on a tangent here about how TV has gotten more serialized as technology develops. like early TV you watched when you could and things went into syndication so you had to be able to watch any episode out of context. but with streaming everything is binged. so stories can take multiple episodes and characters can change)

but GG and Riverdale arent streaming shows so the characters stay perpetually stuck in these cycles of Big Stories that Take Time but characters don't grow

we could also talk about narration and the story within the story. bc Riverdale is presented as a book that jughead is writing about his friends and gossip girl is being told to us by Dan (who also ends up writing a book about his friends.) the dark underbelly if Riverdale is the focus of the show vs the UES being more and more idealized as the show goes on

BUT!! I do also have plot thoughts!!!!

starting with the obvious. Riverdale stole the Derena/Rufly/Scott Rosson thing! but they took it a step further by having both couples dating, living in the same house, and having the love child move in! (then they revealed the guy who moved in wasn't their son at all but an imposter (and a serial killer! don't worry he marries the real illegitimate son!) Gossip Girl should've done this

Blair would start a cult predicated on her being the reincarnation of Audrey Hepburn. Serena (the most cult susceptible) would be a full fledged believer and a recruiter until she and Blair had that same fight about attention they always do then Serena would team up with recent-cult-escapee Jenny to take her down

Chuck would get involved with Carter Baizen's dog fighting ring for 2 episodes, but stop when he gets yelled at by his mom's ghost while high on psychedelics he got from Nate's drug dealer. a season later Chuck would do a seance and have the ghosts of his parents possess Jenny and Eric and force them to get married in some convoluted scheme to tax insurance fraud. they would stay possessed until Jonathan (upset Eric dumped him over text) showed up at the penthouse and was like "this is clearly not jenny and Eric" but nobody believes him so he has to exorcise them himself with a song (Riverdale would stop episodes for 3 minutes at a time so characters could sing, so be glad this song moves the plot forward)

Vanessa, while making a documentary, stumbles upon a society of mole men who hold her hostage bc she knows their secret. they let her send Dan a letter and she uses a secret code they made as kids to tell him where she is. he goes to rescue her but in the time it took she became queen of the mole people and now needs to be convinced to come home (again through song)

Nate is descended from serial killer HH Holmes. he Googles if that can be genetic and that's how we learn about the serial killer gene. he's relieved he doesn't have it but he makes all his friends do the DNA test and falls into a guilt spiral when it turns out that Serena does (she doesn't really care)

Dan, doing research for his book, finds out Lily had a girlfriend in highschool that she lost touch with, and reaches out to her. said girlfriend initially refuses to appear but changes her mind and arrives the night before the rufly wedding and tells drunkenly Nate the story of the body she and Lily hid one night. Nate (in the middle of his guilt spiral) tells Serena this story in an effort to get her to see the the effects of the serial killer gene

Rufus spends the entire show making waffles and getting divorced

This is my favourite thing in the world. This deserves to be written and filmed. Mwah!! chef's kiss. THANK YOUUU

#riverdale au #crossover tag #fritextramole

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gogenevieveart · 1 year

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The core four as the Scooby gang! Had to change up some of the outfit colors to balance things out and to go with the altered hair colors, but I think the vibe is somewhat maintained haha 😅 patreon commission for @monicaposh

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Not so innocent

Masterlist

Riverdale au

Connor (RK 800) x Male!Serpent!Reader

Collab with @ladylyoko25 @william-willow @princess-odette

You slammed your hand against the locker,causing him to jump.

“Y/N '' You put your other hand up against the other locker,trapping him.

“You know you’re not very subtle,it's clear what you want and I’ll give it to you” You whispered into his ear “But only if you say it '' Pressing your body against him,you lightly kiss his neck just below his ear.

“You,I want you” Grabbing his shoulder you turned him and slammed his back against the locker. Instantly your lips latched onto his neck,kissing and biting. “Y/N,n-not here”

“Fine” You grabbed his hand and led him to the locker room,practice had been canceled which is why you chose today to confront him about those glances he threw your way. The second you got into the locker room you pushed him against one of them,his hands were already moving to take off your clothes. You pulled away from him to help him take off his clothes,you took off your jacket and threw it to him. “Put it on”

“You want me to wear it”

“As if you don’t want it” You teased him,he didn’t say anything else he just put it on. His eyes wouldn’t leave your body as you undressed. “Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna come here and tell me what you want?”

“I want you to fuck me”

“I always knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone thinks,you little slut” You pushed him up against the locker,lifting him up. He wrapped his arms around you,pulling your face closer to his. You gave in and finally kissed him,he broke the kiss suddenly.

“Y/N” He moaned,throwing his head back. “R-Right there” You kept pounding into him,going faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m can’t take it anymore” You pulled out and pushed him down to his knees,stroking your cock you came all over his face “You look absolutely beautiful,my little slut”

#detroit #detroid become human #detroit become human #connor x reader #connor imagine #connor x male reader #dbh connor #connor smut #rk 800 #rk 800 x reader #detroit become human x reader #detroit become human fanfiction #DBH #dbh fandom #dbh smut #smut #riverdale au #serpent reader #Serpents

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hisserpentqueen · 2 months

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A Taste of Home, Chapter 8

Chapters 1 - 7 can be found here

Chapter Eight

By the time he had dropped Betty off, gotten back to the apartment, and into bed it had been all of 3am, so when FP knocked on his door at 7, it was indeed an early morning for Jughead.

It was a beautiful ride as they drove towards Riverdale. Pulling over after a couple hours, FP grabbed out the breakfast that he had packed for the two of them. They were both quiet as they started eating but Jug could feel FP's eyes studying him.

“You had a late night,” he finally commented. Jug smirked and dropped his gaze to the pavement, not saying anything. “Oh, come on boy!” FP laughed. “I know you and I know there is something between you and Betty.”

Jug sighed, but a smile stayed on his face. “I really like her, dad.” Then a furrow formed on his brow. “Things have been…complicated between the two of us and last night something shifted but I don’t know if that means things will be better or not.” He looked up at FP.

He smiled at his son. “Life is complicated, Jug, but if you wait to tell her what you want, she could slip through your fingers…a woman like Betty doesn’t wait around forever.” Jughead nodded in agreement. “What does complicated mean, anyways?”

“Oh, no thank you,” he shook his head, “next topic…when are you going to tell Alice about my book?” FP opened his mouth to say something but shut it quickly. “It’s complicated?” Jug asked sarcastically, his eyebrow raised.

“You know what, shut up and eat your damn food!” FP laughed.

They finished their breakfast and talked more about Jellybean and the Serpents before they said their goodbyes and headed in opposite directions.

When Jug got home it was almost noon. He had an informal meeting with the agent the publisher wanted him to work with that afternoon at 4 and as much as he wanted to go talk to Betty he knew he needed sleep if he was going to be coherent during the meeting. So instead of jumping in the shower and thinking through exactly what he wanted to say to Betty, he pulled the blinds in his room and buried himself under the blankets, letting sleep overtake his exhausted mind.

Jughead sat nervously as he waited for the agent to join the Zoom call. He wasn’t sure what he would need, so he had gathered several different sized notebooks, three pens and two pencils, a glass of water, and had even gotten a large drawing pad he found at the bottom of his chest. He had the folder with all his stories open in the background on his computer and had all of the printed copies of his random works sitting in a pile next to him.

He knew he couldn’t be any more physically ready if he tried, but he couldn’t shake the fidgety feeling he had. Closing his eyes, he let out a long-held breath between his lips before inhaling deeply through his nose; he repeated this several times until the fidgety feeling had subsided. A moment later a man who appeared to be in his mid-50s logged onto the call and introduced himself as Samm. The meeting went very well, and Jug made a mental note to thank Betty for teaching him her relaxation skill.

After cleaning up from his conference call, he had texted Betty, asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch the next day, hoping to talk about what had happened between them the previous night. But she had texted back saying that she had promised her mom to spend the day with her and that she would see him at work on Monday. He had started to let his thoughts run wild with assumptions of how Betty was feeling but he shut them down and opened his most recent project, setting his mind to a task.

He woke before his alarm on Monday, ready for the day. Not wasting any time around the house that morning, he was 15 minutes earlier to work than usual and used his nervous energy to get everything set and ready for their morning rush.

Hearing the front door unlock and the buzz of their open sign start, he took a deep breath, ready to see her. “I was surprised you weren’t already here when I got – ” he stopped short when he saw Ethel grabbing an apron.

“Morning Jug!” She smiled brightly at him.

“Ethel, what are you doing here?” He attempted to mask the disappointment in his voice.

“Betty messaged me yesterday and asked if I could cover for her this morning – she has some kind of appointment and will be in by 10.”

“Oh.” He forced a smile and asked how her weekend had gone.

The morning seemed to drag on and as 10 o’clock approached, he found himself checking the clock every few minutes. Finally, the door chimed and Betty walked through, making his heart do flips in his chest.

“Hey guys.” Betty gave an exhausted smile. “Ethel, thank you so much for the short notice cover.”

“Any time!” She handed out the drink she was working on. “I can stay till the afternoon coverage comes on, if you need.”

Jug held his breath. Talking with Betty at work was difficult enough with the come and go of the customers, but having a third person behind the counter would make things nearly impossible.

“That’s very sweet of you Ethel, but I just need to check a few things in the back and I can get you out of here in a few minutes.” Betty hurried to the office and Jug had to stop himself from following her like a lost puppy.

As Ethel was leaving a wave of midmorning customers swamped them as a nearby plant was on their morning break and left them with little time for chit chat. As the last of the rush cleared out, they both heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other, giving a small laugh looking around the now completely empty café.

“I, uhh, hope everything was okay with your appointment this morning,” he started.

“Oh, umm…” She furrowed her brow and he shook his head, not wanting to overstep.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Turning away from her, he grabbed a rag and started cleaning up the chaos from the rush, wishing he had just kept his mouth shut as a wave of regret washed over him.

Feeling a hand on his back, he stopped and looked at her, trying to keep an expressionless stare.

“I met with my therapist,” she shared. His face tightened into concern as he turned to face her head on. “I’ve…” she swallowed hard and lifted her hand, showing him the healing self-harm wounds, “I’ve been avoiding my feelings lately and I haven’t been dealing with it the best.”

Jug cupped her hand in his and brushed a finger over her palm, avoiding the cuts. “I’m so sorry you’ve been struggling.” He couldn’t help but worry that their arrangement was making things worse for her and at the very least, it wasn’t helping things. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

“Juggie – ”

The front door’s chime rang out and they sprang apart.

Betty controlled her emotions and forced her customer service smile on her face. “Afternoon, what can – ” but the words died on her lips as she turned towards the patron.

“Elizabeth.” A man with light brown hair and an expensive looking suit stood smiling at her.

“Glen?” She squinted at him, not wanting to believe that he was standing in her café on today of all days. “What are you doing here?” She didn’t bother to keep the annoyance she was feeling upon seeing him again out of her voice.

He gave Jughead a once over and what Betty perceived as a look of dismissal, but Jug didn’t move.

Glen cleared his throat, “I was hoping we could have a moment to speak in private. I remembered that there was usually a calm after the mid-morning rush.” He gave her an expectant look and added in a hushed tone, “You haven’t returned my calls.”

She suppressed the desire to chew on the inside of her cheek while she thought…

Saturday Morning

Betty felt sore as she rolled over, blinking at the harsh morning light. Looking at the clock she could see that it was almost 11 and she was surprised her mother hadn’t barged into her room hours ago to wake her. Sitting up, she almost slumped back down at her pounding head. Assessing the rest of her body, not only could she feel the pain in her back from the long bike ride yesterday, but her knees were screaming in protest at what she had done to them last night on the dock.

The dock.

She knew the look he had given her last night would be burned into her memory for the rest of her life no matter what happened between them. If things ended and she met someone new, marrying him, building a life with him, having children and grandchildren, nothing would be able to remove that look from who she was now…not 20, 30, or even 50 years with someone else could touch that memory.

And that scared the hell out of her.

Getting dressed, she thought back to the night he had first kissed her. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had feelings for him then, but she was afraid of putting her darkness on him...of letting someone get that close again. But hadn’t he proved to her that he could handle her past? That he had his own darkness that he had been working through and was better for it on this side of things?

But that didn’t change where he was from. Where home was for him. Riverdale. She wasn’t sure how her mom and Polly had found it so easy to go back there after everything…but then again, they had always been alike while Betty had been…

She shook her head, doing her best to clear her thoughts, and walked downstairs. Her mom had left her a note saying that she and Polly had left early to get in some shopping that morning and that they should be home after lunch. She sighed and grabbed some fruit before turning on her computer to look through the online catalog of business classes. Her last class had ended and while she had easily passed it, she had been bored out of her mind every minute of it. As she continued to search the catalog, the nagging voice in the back of her mind saying she was going down the wrong path, for many things in her life, was starting to grow louder.

Betty was relieved when her mother and sister got home as their chatter filled her mind, giving her a break from all the doubt and anxiety that were swirling there. And as the afternoon wore on, the tension in her body started to dissipate and she started to enjoy the conversation with them. Until her sister announced that she was leaving to go study with a group of her friends around the same time her mom had to get to the station for the evening time slot, promising that the next day she would be home all day and they could get Chinese takeout for lunch.

Her mom had encouraged her to go out or meet up with Veronica, but she had waved her off saying she wasn’t feeling well and thought she might be fighting off something…which in her defense was not a complete lie. In her room, she dragged her computer back out and started looking through the business classes again. About to bang her head on the wall, she paused and did a search on journalism. Several options popped up.

She read through the list of classes that were offered and found a couple of introductory classes that sounded rather interesting. Back in Riverdale her parents had run the local newspaper and as a little girl she had always thought she would one day write stories that her parents would publish. She had the money set aside for another class but knew that if she took on one of these, she would have to wait to take another business course – guilt overwhelmed her as she thought about it.

No, she needed to put the money towards the classes that would help her be successful in her business.

She felt the sting as tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped at them angerly. She was being foolish. She had been the one to want the café, to skip college and start a small business. When she graduated high school, she kept remembering how she had missed the diner, Pop’s, back in Riverdale. She had so many good memories, even with her dad, from the many times they had spent in a booth at Pop’s. But she knew better than to try and recreate Pop’s as it just wouldn’t be the same and would disappoint. She had worked at a chain coffee shop while she was in high school and had found making coffee came naturally to her, thus the idea for her café was born out of the need to fill something missing from her childhood that could never quite be replaced.

She enjoyed the coffee shop, she really did. But she didn’t love it. She didn’t feel fulfilled. It was just a distraction from…

“Ahh,” Betty opened her eyes, tears still streaming down her face, and looked at her hands. Slowly she opened them revealing that she had reopened one of the cuts from the day before but this time, instead of the pain recentering her, she found she felt even more off center than before. Her tears turned to sobs as she balled her hands into fists again and buried her face in her pillow.

Sunday Morning

Betty stood in her bathroom, staring at her hands, dried and crusty blood was stuck around a handful of fresh cuts on her palms. Had she anymore tears left in her, they would have been streaming down her cheeks, but she was all cried out and felt hallow.

“Betty, I was wondering if – “ She jumped at her mom’s voice and hid her hands behind her back as Alice walked into her room. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” Alice’s smile faltered as she walked towards the bathroom and noticed Betty’s unease. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Betty shook her head, “I’m just not feeling very well this morning.”

“What’s behind your back?” she asked, her voice thick with worry. Betty shook her head again. “Elizabeth, show me your hands. Now.”

Monday Morning

Betty frowned as June gave her a half smile, the quiet still surrounding them. After the very limited small talk that June had given into, they lapsed into silence, leaving Betty on edge while June seemed as comfortable as ever. In the six years that she had know the women, nothing ever seemed to catch her off guard. When she had been 15 and angry at her mom for making her see a therapist, June had welcomed her mood swings and cocky teenage attitude and within six sessions, Betty found she looked forward to her therapy appointments instead of dreading them. Two years later when June suggested that she no longer needed weekly appointments, Betty had opened her mouth to give a snarky remark about her (nonexistent at the time) self-harm, but June had challenged her to list the positives of this change instead of the negatives. She had had her last therapy appointment 4 sessions later.

That was, until Glen had appeared in her life, a walking red flag, as June liked to call him, and she spent another twelve months in therapy, her last session barely six months ago. But here she was again. Sitting across from her therapist who didn’t seem the slightest bit shocked to see her.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised to see me,” Betty said flatly.

“I could…but that would be a lie.” June’s smile grew softer. “Betty, we’ve talked about this before, many people return to therapy several times throughout their lives…there is nothing wrong with that.”

“I know…but you always hope that you are the one who won’t be a part of a statistic.” She dropped her chin dramatically into her palm.

June gave a small laugh and nodded in understanding. “I know you said you’ve relapsed with your self-harm again.” Betty held up her hands, showing her the small cuts. “Any new methods?”

“No.”

“Any new places of self-harm on your body?”

“No.”

“Suicidal thoughts or thoughts to harm others?”

“No.”

“Desires to dress in drag and do the hula?”

“N – what?” Betty shook her head and stared at her. “Did you just quote The Lion King?”

June gently pumped her fist in front of her. “Thank you for catching that reference!” She reached out her hand, looking for a high five, and Betty reluctantly obliged her with a look of complete confusion on her face. “Gotta keep you on your toes.” She gave her a ridiculous smile and Betty couldn’t help the small one that tugged at her own lips. “Ahh! There we go! Her smile does still exist.”

Betty scoffed at her, but finally relaxed into her chair, thankful that June always knew what she needed to hear to get her in the right head space for session.

“So, how about we start at the beginning…tell me about Jughead.”

Betty tried to keep her story short, but she also knew that June had made extra time for her that morning and was appreciative of it. She told her about how the friends with benefits had started and that while she did have genuine feelings for Jug, she had been nervous about how her relationship with Glen had affected her. She told her about the late nights and reading his book and helping him fix the ending. About the last few weeks and how things had been strained between them leading to her self-harm on Friday. About his celebration dinner and the bike ride and the exchange on the dock. Then how she had let herself dream about being with him…but that all things seemed to lead back to Riverdale.

“You really care about Jughead.” It wasn’t a question, but Betty nodded anyways. June nodded, pursing her lips together, thinking a moment before speaking. “I know you are very emotional right now, so I say this gently, hoping that you hear what I am saying instead of automatically throwing up a defense.”

Betty sighed and nodded. She knew if June was taking the time to warn her that whatever she was going to say was hard to hear, that it was also probably something that she desperately needed to hear right then. “Okay.”

“It doesn’t seem like any of this self-harm is actually about Jughead or your situationship at all. And in fact, I feel like there is more going on under the surface that you aren’t telling me.” Betty didn’t say anything. “In your text you said you self-harmed twice, but you only told me about the first time.”

Betty shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she told her about Saturday and what classes she had been looking at online.

“There seems to be a lot of guilt around the idea of taking a journalism class,” June pointed out.

“Well, I can’t just waste my money on stupid ideas,” she bit out.

“Why is it stupid?” she asked, gently.

“I have a business to run, coffee shop! How does a journalism class help me with that?” She tossed out her hands in frustration.

June nodded. “You’re right, a journalism class would not help you gain a better understanding of how to run your café.” Betty gave her a, I told you so, face. “But you’re only 21…you’re allowed to continue to explore who you want to be.”

“A journalist isn’t it!” she snapped.

“Because your father was a journalist?”

“Yes!” Betty looked shocked at her own answer. “No…I…” Tears gathered in her eyes. “Yes,” she said quieter as a tear rolled down her face.

June nodded, giving her space to process what she had just admitted to out loud. After a few moments she spoke again. “Correct me if I am wrong, but I vaguely remember you telling me when you very first came to see me that the adults in Riverdale used to tell you that you reminded them of your father at that age.” Betty gave a small nod. “Are you afraid that if you follow after him into journalism, that you will somehow follow after him into the darkness?”

Betty sat with eyes downcast, wringing her hands, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Yes.”

June shifted forward in her seat, drawing Betty’s gaze back to her. “Sharing common goodness does not mean we have to share common darkness.” Betty felt something lift off her chest. “You also can’t decide for others how much of your past they can handle.”

“Glen, this is not an appropriate time. I am at work.” His chest seemed to puff out in annoyance as he opened his mouth to speak, but Betty cut him off, holding up her hand. “But, if you are free tonight, I will have time after work.” She felt, more than saw, Jughead turn away from them as she spoke. “Does 5:30 sound okay?”

A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “Sounds perfect. I will meet you here.”

#bughead #bughead au #riverdale #au #riverdale au #kate writes

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arbutusart · 8 months

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lesbian jughead for the s8 au im writing for nano. ive been possessed by The Worms

#riverdale #riverdale au #lesbian jughead #jughead jones #riverdale jughead #arbutus art

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Sneak Peek: Hide and Seek (Bughead AU)

“Alright... I’ll help you - but you have to tell me if anything goes wrong. Promise?” Jughead stepped closer, dipping his head low to meet her downcast eyes. “Betts? Promise me.”

“I promise, Jug. I trust you,” she said in a whisper, her voice trembling.

“Okay, come sit here,” he said, dragging a few of the kitchen chairs to the living room. He sat and motioned for her to take a seat in the chair facing him, “This may be easier than on the couch.”

Betty stood, pulling on the hem of her vest nervously as she made her way around the coffee table. He could tell from her posture and the way she keep clenching and unclenching her fists that she was more terrified of what he may find than of him actually poking her subconscious.

“Relax, Betty, I’ve got you. Give me your hands,” he said softly. She took a deep breath, placing her trembling hands in his steady ones, his touch instantly calming her. “Alright, now close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. I want you to imagine you are walking down a flight of stairs, can you see?”

“Yes,” she answered, her mind feeling more and more clear as she got closer to the bottom of the staircase.

“Good, now picture a door at the end of the stairs,” he said, his mind clearly seeing what she was imagining. Jughead noticed immediately that he couldn’t read her thoughts anymore and his hearing has been restored.

And as he took a closer look, he realized that this Betty wasn’t the Betty Cooper of today, she was the Betty Cooper from eight years ago.

His Betty...

He shook that thought loose as he followed her footsteps closely, speaking in her ear. “This is the door that leads to your subconscious, Betty. I need you to open the door.”

Mindscape Betty turned around, her ponytail swinging from side to side with the motion.

“I’m scared, Jug...”

“Don’t be scared, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he declared, placing his hands on her shoulders to reassure her.

That was the moment he noticed the weathered leather jacket and rings he hadn’t worn in years. He looked down and saw that he too was not himself - he was dressed exactly like he did when they were in high school.

Back before things fell apart, back when they were still... Best not to go back there, Jughead.

“Okay...” Betty nodded, tightening her ponytail as she turned towards the door. He couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, remembering all the times she’d done that when she was determined to solve a mystery. She attempted to turn the knob but it only jiggled, refusing to turn. “It’s locked.”

“So, unlock it.”

“How? I don’t have a key,” she huffed.

“When has that ever stopped you, Nancy Drew?” he asked with a grin.

Betty’s eyes lit up and she reached into her hair, pulling out the bobby pins she secretly keep there. She seemed giddy as she dropped to her knees, listening closely for the tumblers to click. It took less than a minute for her to pick the lock, even though she hadn’t done it in years. She stood up and grabbed the knob, her other hand finding Jughead’s.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Ready...”

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Coming Soon To AO3

(Let me know what you guys think of the snippet!)

#bughead au #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #riverdale au #bughead #betty x jughead #betty and jughead #bettyxjughead #cw riverdale

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yandereteentitans · 2 years

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Smoky Night

The party was a bust, though it wasn't much of a surprise. It was a school celebration, though you expected more of them. You headed outside, passing by the smokers as you make your way through the parking lot. You sat on the sidewalk and pulled out your phone, scrolling through your messages.

Soft footsteps followed you soon after, hoping to catch up with your quick pace. You turned around, when feeling someone else's presence.

"Wanna sit?"

Gar quickly sat down and leaned on your shoulder, "Whatcha doing, Lil mama?"

"Getting some fresh air. What about you, Gar?"

"Just following you," he chuckled at himself, shaking his head. "God, I'm funny."

You looked at him confused, "You didn't say anything funny?"

He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together. "A penny for your thoughts?"

"It's nothing."

"You know you can tell me anything, Y/n."

You sighed, squeezing his hand. "I just feel like everyone's dying."

Gar went quiet, before retorting, "Now that you mention it, it seems so. Why Hex is dead, Victor's mom died, then that one girl jumped off the school roof. That was a dark day." He did the 'Sign of the Cross.'

You sighed, leaning you chin on your hand, "What if we're all destined to die?"

"Well, I hope we die together, and if not together, I can hope we're buried together."

You punched his shoulder, while he laughed. "Gar, I'm being serious-"

"I know I know-Hey, is that smoke?"

"Don't play with me, Gar."

"No, I'm serious," He grabs your chin and forces you to look in the direction of the smoke.

"Where is it coming from?"

A nice red car pulled up, the window rolling down, as you and Gar looked at it, slowly going down.

"Did I miss the dance?"

"Jinx? Is that your house?"

"It's someone's-" she laughs at her own joke and drives off.

"We can add to the death list, Y/n."

#Teen Titans #Garfield #Riverdale Au #Garfield x Readder #Titans #Garfield Logan #Beast Boy #Yandere Garfield #Yandere Garfield x Reader #Yandere Garfield Logan x Reader #Yandere Garfield Logan #Yandere Beast Boy #Yandere Beast Boy x Reader #Garfield Logan x Reader #Beastboy x Reader #Beast Boy x Reader #Yandere Beastboy #Beastboy

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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Ready to comply.

AU: Archie fell in ice. Cheryl raised from blood and ashes.

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crazymisscarly · 1 year

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After spending six years behind bars, Jughead is finally exonerated of a murder that he didn’t commit. But that doesn’t mean his life isn’t still in shambles…

Betty spent five years fighting the judicial system that refused to believe her, all while trying to come to terms with her new life as an unemployed single mother with an incarcerated husband. After serving a lawsuit against the FBI, Betty uses her investigative training to look into tips that might prove her husband is innocent… and that his apparent ‘murder’ victim is still very much alive and terrorising the public…

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#THIS FIC HAS ALL THE TRIGGER WARNINGS #ALL OF THEM #bughead fanfiction #bughead #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale au #my fics #no offense but i'm really proud of this one #:P

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ballad-of-medusa · 1 year

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2020 Sketch Dump

✿ Another sketch dump of a Riverdale AU made in 2020 too. This time, we genderswapped some characters: Eirlys as Jughead and Ethan as Betty. That was quite fun to do, to be honest!

Ethan Setsuna Shinkiseki & Dean Hayes (OC) are Zonbi's. Eirlys Hayes (OC) is mine. Art is mine.

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izzysamosriverdale · 2 years

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Another AU clue?

Did anyone else notice that after Jughead "died" in the bunker after seeing the other Jughead, there was that ticking clock sound again and an alarm clock then went off? It was just before they shifted and focused on Archie's dead body. Same ticking clock from RiverVale?

#riverdale speculation #riverdale spoilers #jughead #jughead jones #riverdale au #rivervale #riverdale season six #riverdale season 6 #riverdale theories

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foolishlovers · 4 months

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anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough

#share ur wildest au ideas in the reblogs/comments if u want to pls #i’m still stuck on my h2o just add water au #crowley as rapunzel? gut-wrenching the hunger games au? superstore au with all the found family vibes?#riverdale au but they’re the parents oblivious to their kids establishing new time lines left and right #jurassic park au and they’re both dinosaurs just trying to munch on some grass #ineffable wives in a the wilds au making out on the beach while everyone else is fighting for their lives #glee au they’re teachers from another school reporting mr shue for being creepy af #crowley knows all the dances to high school musical in a modern family au #desperate housewives au but they don’t have any annoying husbands #barbie fairytopia au with rainbow wings do i need to say anything more #love island au they have a fake dating arrangement to get social media famous but they fall for each other anyways #claire’s au aziraphale gets his first piercing crowley shoots it #durex au crowley and aziraphale meet filming an ad for- [gunshot]#ok lemme stop here #good omens #aziracrow #gomens #good omens fics #good omens au #foolish talks #to write

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trnquilgalileo · 2 years

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NCT DREAM as S1 Riverdale: Chenle (5)

Featuring actual plot

|SERIES MASTERLIST|

Look at him.

Baby.

Loml (not really,) but fellow sag (even though he was born on a cusp)

Anyways so precious

Going to break him anyways <3

Chenle (Veronica) was no stranger to violence. or any some sort of crime really

Since he grew up as the mafia prince, the boy who would eventually take over the organization once his father had retired

Fortunately or unfortunately, Chenle doesn’t know just yet, his father was arrested

For drugs. Out of all the things, it was drugs. Drugs. Seriously?

But now with less mafia training since the organization is now taking orders from the imprisoned leader, Chenle can focus on more important things

Like piano <3

Though his practice was cut short once Jaemin (Archie) called his cell.

So now he’s sitting in some mom and pops diner waiting for his chocolate shake.

“Wait so let me get this right,” Chenle shifts in his seat. “You heard that the older brother of your best friend may have been caught dumping a body.” Chenle scowled. “No offense but how is that my problem.”

Jaemin deflated in his seat, “do you have no morals—“

“No.”

“—We have to find out what happened! Besides what’s the one ‘body’ that could be possibly be dumped. Like what’s the one mystery that is going on in Riverdale currently.”

“The murder of one of the twins.”

“Exactly! So we’re going to find said body!”

“Excuse me?” Chenle looked at the boy like he was mad. “Do you see what I’m wearing? This,” he lifted his foot out of the booth to show Jaemin, “this is Italien leather. No way in hell am I going to be tracking through the woods for some unknown body. Besides wasn’t Lee pulled out of the river— sorry for your loss and all but there’s a difference between denial and whatever this is!” Chenle hissed.

Jaemin reached over the table and clasped Chenle’s hands. “Humor me.”

“Italien. Leather.” The boy seethed.

Chenle groaned as the giant rubber rain boots scratched against his ankle due to the fact he wasn’t wearing long socks.

He just knew his ankles were going to be red and irritated.

“I can’t believe you somehow convinced me to walk in the stupid woods, in these stupid shoes, in the stupid rain!” Chenle flashed the light over to the empty clearing ahead of them.

“This is where Mark and Haechan would act like a disgusting couple.”

“And how do you know this?” Chenle rose an eyebrow.

“I caught them on my run once, over the summer.” Jaemin walked over into the clearing and overlooked the space with the lights. “They don’t know that I know, but I do know the Lees would never approve.” Chenle nodded.

He walked around seeing the usual dirt and grime one would see in a clearing. “Why are we even here.” Chenle scowled, watching Jaemin snap his head quickly.

“You know why we’re—“

“No that’s not what I meant!” Chenle held up a finger. “We don’t even know if he died here. We only know that Haechan was pulled from the river,” Chenle caught the look was thrown at him. “Sorry,” he rolled his eyes “the first body. For all we know this place is clean, and the police already searched the woods.”

“We need to find what happened and that means searching Winwin not the woods.”

“But he’s—“

“Renjun’s brother, yes I know.” Chenle sighed before clicking off the flashlight. “Sometimes family isn’t the people who you expect them to be. Trust me on this.” He looked around once more. “Besides it’s getting dark.”

So jaemin hustled Chenle back to the pickup truck and sped all the way to the trailer park. Winwin’s trailer wasn’t that hard to find since Jaemin had spent the first few years of his middle school life here along with Doyoung. That’s before the infamous ‘96 line break up.

Jaemin took the key under the potted plant Renjun had painted and opened the trailer and took his shoes off.

Chenle rose an eyebrow at it before doing the same.

“What?” Jaemin said. “Don’t wanna track dirt in.”

“Whatever. I’ll take the kitchen and living room. “You’ll have everything else. I don’t want to accidentally stumble across a dirty magazine.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes before leaving to do his job.

Chenle hummed before scouring every inch of the kitchen only to reveal that they only had ingredients for hot pot.

The living room was also uneventful. Only The Sound of Music on VHS could be played.

Finally Chenle got to the closet and pulled out the shoebox at the top. Opening it revealed a gun.

“Typical.” He mumbled.

Taking an blanket off the couch he picked it up before turning it.

It was a .45 firearms that was modified to be M1911 pistols.

A gun that the Zhong Family was especially familiar with. Since it was their signature weapon.

Chenle looked at the windows of the magazine to see that there were four bullets missing.

“Hey!” He called out. “Let’s go back to the Pembroke we have research to do.” Jaemin didn’t answer before combing out of Winwin’s room.

“Okay but let’s hurry I just saw Winwin’s motercycle circle coming up the road. We’re going to have to exist through a window.” Chenle nodded and placed the gun back in the box, making sure the safety was indeed on and placed it back before throwing the blanket on the couch and grabbed their shoes.

It’s not like they’ll notice right?

But before he could answer that question, Jaemin was dragging him through the trailer to Renjun’s room and hiking up the window.

With one last shove, Jaemin scrambled out the window.

Chenle wrinkled his nose before throwing their shoes out.

“You’re going to have to catch me.”

“What?” Jaemin whispered.

“You heard me,” Chenle hissed. “My sweater’s vicuña!”

“Huh?!” Jaemin looked back, “whatever just hurry up!”

Chenle signed the cross for a moment before jumping out of the cruddy window into the mud.

#zhong chenle #nct chenle #chenle #nct dream au #wayv au #wayv #nct dream #nct dream riverdale au #riverdale #riverdale au

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