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Jughead imagines married life with Betty in Holi-Daze into the Future, World of Archie Double Digest #135 (2024).

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Riverdale;

- Jughead Jones

“I live here.”

Rain.

Fine.

Haunted.

Soft.

Blood.

Number Neighbor (Social Media Series)

- Bughead

Sleepy kisses.

“Go home.”

Lingerie.

“I’m happy for you.”

Fake plant.

Chocolate cake.

Harry Potter;

- Fred Weasley

Secrets.

Nervous.

Sleepy.

Blue.

Little Plus.

Cuddle.

Thief.

K.

As The World Caves In.

Winter Days.

- George Weasley

Grieving.

“G for George.”

“Stop trying.”

Winner’s luck.

Goodnight.

Shakespeare.

Twilight;

- Jasper Hale

Gen Z.

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[just-another-ficwriter]

The Food Critic

Pairing: Chef!Betty x Food Critic!Jughead

Words: 1100ish

Warnings: None

Summary: When Cheryl breaks the news that a food critic is coming to review the restaurant, the gang mistakes Forsyth Pendleton Jones lll for someone else.

Notes: Filling the chef/food critique square on my @riverdalebingo card.

Betty can’t seem to focus on what the others are saying.

It’s not that she’s not listening, she just doesn’t want to hear what they’re talking about.

Instead her mind wonders to the kitchen, pondering over what ingredients she has tucked away, wondering if she can make something new for today’s specials board.

“Are you sure he’s coming tonight?” Toni nervously glances around the room before her eyes land on Cheryl.

Maybe she could make pasta with lamb ragu or is that to similar to the pasta dish they had last week?

Even the red head, whose usually fazed by nothing, is frowning slightly as she nods. “I know it’s not a lot of notice-“

“I knew it was somewhere!” Veronica, who had been rummaging through her bag since Cheryl had broken the news, pulled out a small glossy magazine named the Blue and Gold, and began viscously swiping through the pages.

What about green matcha chicken curry? Maybe she has time to pick up some fresh coriander if she slips away now.

“I’ve got it.” Veronica spreads the magazine on the desk in-front of them, a perfectly manicured finger jabbing at the column as both her and Toni crowd behind Cheryl to read it, Betty still in a world of her own. “It’s him, Forsyth Pendleton Jones lll.”

Toni, who still can’t get over the name, find herself gasping down at the page. “There’s no picture!”

“I know.” Veronica grimaces. Originally she’d thought the whole thing was genius, an anonymous food critic that the restaurant owners wouldn’t see coming. Only now that it was their restaurant, the idea had quickly become nauseating.

“You’ve got this though, right Bee?” Betty immediately looks up to find all three pairs of eyes staring back at her.

“I do?” The blonde’s brain finally speeds up, processing the last few minutes as she realises, as the head chef, a large part of tonight’s responsibilities fall solely on her. “I do!”

She nods her head a little too quickly, hoping the others wouldn’t notice.

Maybe she will go with the lamb ragu after all.

-

Betty certainly did not have this.

They’d been surprisingly busy for a Monday night leaving her rushed off her feet, she’d over cooked the lamb for her ragu, and they still had absolutely no idea who the critic was.

And if all that wasn’t bad enough, Toni had been spending as much time as she could in the kitchen, biting at her nails as she peered through the small window on the door, tipping Betty’s nerves over the edge.

“I think that’s him.” She’d uttered the words four other occasions so far that evening but there was something in Toni’s eyes now that had Betty believing it this time.

Enough to have her joining her friend in her lurking anyway.

She watches as Veronica seats the man in question, the most charming of smiles plastered on her face. He certainly looks like a Forsyth, Betty thinks.

A middle aged man, dressed in a fancy suit, dining alone. If that didn’t scream food critic then she didn’t know what did.

-

After getting over the initial relief that he hadn’t ordered the special, Betty prepared his dish of roasted sea bass with easy, before handing over the kitchen to her sous chef so she could slip behind the bar and gage his reaction with her own eyes.

She takes a deep breath to steady herself, cautiously watching him take every bite.

“You know it’s rude to stare right?” As he speaks up, Betty suddenly realises she isn’t alone. A few feet away from her, on the other side of the bar, a blue eyed beanie clad customer grins at her, the house burger held between his hands.

“Oh no, I was just...” She trails off, her eyes drifting across the room again until he chuckles at her lack of attention. The sound makes her cheeks flush. “I’m so sorry, that was rude of me. How’s your dinner?” She offers, gesturing at his plate. He takes a bite, and she can’t help but notice the one dark lock of hair peaking out from beneath his hat.

“Delicious!” He beams, swallowing down the mouthful. “So what’s the deal with guy in the suit?”

Betty doesn’t know why, but she finds herself explaining the whole nerve wracking situation to the stranger. “And I just really want him to like my food, we’re really worked hard on this place you know?”

Betty blinks, suddenly realising she’s rambling, a nervous habit she’s always had. But he doesn’t seem to mind. “Well if his food is anything like mine, I’m sure he’ll love it.”

She feels her heart rate quicken from his praise, a warmth spreading over her chest. “How about dessert on the house?” She asks, his eyebrow quirking in surprise. “To make up for having to listen to me going on.”

His face lights up at the idea. “Dessert sounds great.”

“Cherry pie or apple crumble?”

Her eyes follow the trail his tongue takes over his bottom lip as he weighs up the opportunities. “Surprise me.”

“Very well.” She laughs at his light hearted teasing, retreating back to the kitchen. “I’m Betty by the way, welcome to La Bonne Nuit.”

For a second Betty forgets about the food critic as he smiles at her with such warmth it knocks her off balance. “Jughead, it’s nice to meet you Betty.”

-

It only takes two days for their own copy of the magazine to slip through the door, an envelope with Betty’s name scribbled in neat hand writing attached to the front.

While the others fawn over the column, desperate to read what it says, Betty’s interest fixes on the letter.

Dear Betty,

I told you, you had nothing to worry about. Trust me, I’ve eaten plenty of burgers in my time and yours was one of the best. Not to mention the slice of cherry pie that definitely worked in your favour.

I hope you enjoy the article.

Forsyth Pendleton Jones lll (aka Jughead).

P.S. I hope you don’t mind, I’ve written my number on the back. Maybe I could take you for some food that you didn’t have to cook sometime?

“Betts don’t you want to read it?” The blonde is already shaking her head before Toni finishes the question.

She doesn’t need to see it to know it’s probably a great review.

“Maybe later.” A lightness takes root in his chest as she pulls out her phone and she sure nothing could stop her from smiling as she types in his number.

I’m free for dinner this evening if you are?:)

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[princesweetpea]

For the smut request- if you’re still doing it- Betty and Jughead nearly get caught fooling around in the once-Cooper-now-Jones house by Jellybean, please!

I’m bad at sticking to the limit, so here is another longer-than-intended drabble.

“No one is home, right?” Betty inquired as she tugged at the ends of Jughead’s hair. She smiled as he lifted her onto his desk and pushed her skirt up her thighs. He didn’t waste any time as he moved to kiss down her neck and gently bit her shoulder.

“House to ourselves. Don’t worry, Betts.” He muttered against her skin as he licked a stripe back up her neck and reconnected their lips. She moaned into their kiss as he pushed his knee between her legs and pulled her panties to the side, easily sliding his fingers into her wetness. He slowly pumped his fingers and staggered curls, pulling away from the kiss to watch in awe as her face contorted with pleasure. Her eyebrows knit together and her mouth fell agape.

“Jug –” Betty moaned breathlessly. She reached her hands down eagerly to fumble with the buckle of his belt. He smirked as he started to work his fingers in her faster, earning a much louder groan from the beautiful blonde.

“Betty? Is that you?” Jellybean’s cautious voice called from outside the bedroom door. The door handle started to jiggle. They hadn’t locked it. Betty hopped down from the desk and pulled her skirt back down before wiping the sweat from her forehead. Jughead launched himself into his closet and closed the door behind him as the bedroom door cracked open. Jellybean peeked into the room and furrowed her eyebrows. “Where’s Jughead?”

“I’m in here,” Jughead’s slightly muffled voice called from the closet. “… Changing my clothes.” Betty poked her tongue in her cheek, blush rising on her cheeks. Jellybean hummed, nodding slowly before eyeing Betty and excusing herself.

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fantasy | betty cooper (smut)

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long ah! I’ve been really busy lately but I hope you like it! this is honestly the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written wow

requested: "It is now my job to have all the gay female bottoms out there literally die. So Reader is the bottomest of the bottoms and is also a Serpent who acts all tough and serious but one day she's very silent and that's because she can't get her head out of the gutter after she saw Betty in her mechanic clothes and um...Reader just grabs her and kisses her after the race and the smut ensues? Anyways, could you make reader just a teeny tiny but short than Betty. I SOJSJWNWKWKAKSIIDJDW YOU🐙👀🌈" - @lilistolemyhart

characters: betty cooper x fem!reader, veronica lodge, archie andrews, jughead jones

word count: 2,113

summary: reader's a bit hot and bothered after seeing betty in her mechanic uniform and therefore, betty decides to help her out ;)

warnings: VERY detailed wlw smut, a LOT of swearing

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Her hands glided smoothly over your skin, her gaze inviting.

“What do you want me to do to you, hm Y/N?” She smirked, staring into your eyes, her teeth tugging at her deep red lips.

You moaned breathlessly, squirming as you felt her touch on your inner thigh, hiking your skirt up your leg.

“C’mon baby, use your words,” Betty whispered into your ear, her breath tickling your lobe.

You were finally able to choke words out. “T-touch me,” you murmured, snaking your arms around her neck and pulling her closer. She responded immediately, her hands going straight to your waist, gripping you firmly but softly, her soft hands feeling like silk against your hip.

“My pleasure,” Betty giggled as she began to leave small hickies down your neck, her fingers inching towards your core.

“Y/N? You okay?”

A voice brought you out of your fantasy, making your freeze in your tracks. Betty stood by the side of you, looking at you intently yet worriedly. “You good? You seem… distracted,” she stated, reaching a hand towards your shoulder. You immediately pull back.

“N-no!” You say, jerking back slightly. You cursed silently in  your head. “I-I mean, no, I’m fine.” You smile weakly up at the blonde, forcing back the blush that you felt settling itself on your cheeks.

Betty faltered, bringing back her hand quickly. “Oh… if you’re sure then,” she muttered before shooting you a quick smile and walking a bit faster to catch up with Cheryl who was a couple of paces ahead.

You sighed silently to yourself, shaking your head at your idiotic fantasies. It wasn’t like you were a very sexual person, you were actually quite innocent… most of the time. It was Betty. She just… did something to you. Made you think the dirtiest thought no matter what situation you were in. And ever since your interaction with her earlier, you knew you would never be able to talk to her normally again.

It was a couple hours before the race and you’d been talking with Jug about the whole thing with the race, you personally believing that it was a bad idea. Eventually, you’d left him, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness before walking out into the garage. And what you saw would be present in your head for weeks.

It was Betty. Only it didn’t look like the usual Betty. In this particular situation, she was wearing some denim overalls with a really light pink t-shirt underneath. A very not-Betty outfit. But my God, did she pull it off.

You were speechless to be perfectly candid. You’d always though Betty was beautiful, hot even, but this made you see the blonde in an entirely different way. Her long blonde locks were pulled back in a messier ponytail than usual, her forehead glistening with sweat as she wiped her face with a tartan flannel. Oil stained her shirt, streaking her forearms as Betty traded her screwdriver for a wrench, kneeling down by her toolbox. A few strands of a hair were framing her face, flat against her sticky skin. Which only made you think of other ways you could get that girl sticky.

Of course, you tried to play it off, acting like you weren’t even phased by what you saw. But you were no actress. Betty knew what you had been thinking of and boy, did she have some tricks up her sleeve.

Throughout the entire match she did everything she could think of to provoke you. She flirted with Ronnie, pushed Cheryl’s hair back behind her ears, hell, she even bent down in front of you to retrieve some “dropped” item or another. But, this honestly had the opposite effect that she wanted. She expected you to be begging for her at this point, wishing for her to be between your legs. But you stayed wilfully silent, averting your eyes whenever she came into your vision. It wasn’t hard to notice what she was doing and you were determined not to let her get away with it that easily. But to be perfectly honest, people were beginning to get sick of all the sexual tension between you two.

“Listen Y/N, if you wanna fuck Betty, you should just get it over with and save all of us the trouble of watching you two flirt like you’re on your honeymoon,” Veronica teased you, quirking an eyebrow as she waited for your response. Though your response never came.

Before you could open your mouth, Jughead and Archie came zooming over the horizon, coming into vision. It was soon learnt that police were coming to the scene soon. Panic ensued.

Betty quickly jumped into the car with Jughead and Archie, reaching out her hand for your to join her. The four of you were soon speeding down the road, desperately trying to get away from the scene before the cops came.

“That was way too close, man! Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead complained, attacking Archie with his words.

“Because I knew you’d try and stop me!”

“Duh, because it was a stupid move!”

You and Betty exchanged a look as they went back and for, their biting words filling the car. It wasn’t long before Betty finally spoke up. “Hey, guys. You can just let us out here.” She smiled as you came to a stop outside of your house.

“You sure? We can drop you off at yours, Betts,” Jughead offered, clearly still irritated at the ginger sitting beside him.

After insisting that she was fine, yourself and Betty exited the car, watching as the two sped off, leaving the two of you under the scorching heat of the summer sun.

Betty turned to you with a suspicious smile on her face. “Sooo… aren’t you gonna invite me in?” She smirked, hands on her hips.

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded lightly before letting the both of you into your house (after fumbling with the key for quite a bit, getting nervous under her stare.) You both stayed in silent for a while, soon ending up in the living room, sitting down on the sofa. Not gonna lie, it was kinda of awkward.

You honestly couldn’t take the silence anymore. A blush gathered on your face as you took a deep breath, trying desperately to pluck up the courage to make a move. That was until, you felt a soft hand caress your own, taking your hand out of your lap and holding it gently. Your head shot towards the girl sitting next to you, disbelief evident in your eyes. “Betty, I...” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand in hers.

Your lips collided with hers, a collision of passion and tongues. You melted into her, feeling her kiss back immediately, snaking her hands around your waist, your own flying to the back of her neck. Her lips moved roughly against yours, deepening the kiss and soon pushing you down onto the sofa, straddling you.

“You think I didn’t notice? Huh?” She muttered breathlessly, trailing harsh hickies down your neck. You whimpered. “Yeah? You think I didn’t notice you staring at me all day today? Hell, you’ve been staring at me for months, haven’t you?” She smirked, her hands slowly dragging down you body, her soft touches tickling your sides. “I bet you got wet from just making eye contact with me, hm?”

You were shocked to say the least. Who knew that sweet Betty Cooper was such a dom behind closed doors.

“Answer me, love, c’mon,” she coaxed, biting your lip as she went back to attacking your mouth. “Use your words,”

“Y-yes!” You were finally able to push out accompanied by a breathy moan.

Betty giggled. “Aw, you’re such a dirty girl… Let me guess, you got a mechanic kink? Hm? You like seeing me all dirty with oil and sweat, yeah? I wonder what the sweat reminds you of...” she teased, beginning to unbutton your shirt, ripping it off along with your bra. “Oh love, you’ve got a pair on you,” she gasped, latching her mouth on one of your puckered nipples before you could get a word in.

A breathy moan left your mouth. “Betty! Oh fuck, what if my- my parents get home?” You uttered, pulling her closer by her smooth shoulders.

“Well the, they get to see what a-” Lick. “-dirty-” Kiss. “- girl their daughter is,” she smirked, pulling back from your chest. She then pulled her attention towards your legs, which were pressing against eachother tightly. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, my love,” she said as she hiked your skirt up your thigh.

Delicate fingers were soon invading between your legs, dancing over your underwear before plunging underneath it. Your back lifted from the sheets as you sighed, feeling her fingers breach your pussy.

She moaned possessively. “Fuck, Y/N/N, you’re so fucking wet for me, babe,” she whispered into your ear. “What would you usually do when you’re this wet and you have no one to relieve you, hm? Do you touch yourself?” You screwed your eyes shut, a dark blush settling on your cheeks. “You do, don’t you? Wow, you’re such a dirty girl… Now, the real question is… do you think of me when you touch yourself?” She continued, biting the lobe of your ear in a teasing manner as her fingers plunged themselves inside your core, making you moan lowly.

“Y-yes, Betty! Yes, oh fuck,” you respond, gasping as Betty’s fingers pleasured you.

She chuckled, pulling her fingers out from your pussy and drawing a disappointed groan from you. But that soon changed as she ripped off your underwear, gazing at you in the eyes as she did it. “Is this what you think of? Me fucking you senseless? Burying my face into that sopping wet pussy of yours?” She laughed as you nodded desperately, scrabbling at her arms. “Beg, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes in embarrassment, humiliated after her seeing your so desperate. “Please, Betty, I… I need you,” you murmured, clenching your legs together tighter.

“Louder, babe. Where, hm? Where do you need me? Describe in detail what you want me to do to you, Y/N,” she stated, staring you down with though intense green eyes. “Or you won’t be getting anything.”

“O-okay! I… I want you to-” You averted your eyes, your face now a deep red as you reflected on your situation. Lying on the couch completely naked with a fully clothes Betty Cooper, the girl you’d had a crush on for months. About to be fucked senseless. “I want you to fuck me, Betty. I want you eat my fucking pussy like the d-dirty girl I am,” you finished, you cheeks glowing in shame as you looked up at her.

The pride in her face really made it for her. The familiar smirk appeared once again on her face. “My pleasure, babe,”

And with that, she buried her face between your legs, licking and tongue-fucking your core. A loud moan left you as you felt her working your clit, softly biting at your labia and around your pussy lips.

“Fuck, Betty! Ah, ah shit!” You let out, your hands intertwining with her blonde locks, gently pushing her further between your legs. You felt one of her hands leave your thigh as she moved it between her own, fingering her clit over her underwear. This only made the pleasure increase for you, watching the girl you liked getting off on pleasuring you.

As her moans increased so did yours, feeling a hot pool form towards the bottom of your stomach.

“Betty. Fuck, Betts, I’m close,” you gasped, your back lifting off the bed slightly involuntarily, giving Betty a much better angle to continue fucking you with all her will. “Betty… Ah shit, you’re so fucking good at this, oh my goodness,” you praised as you got closer, your grip tightening on her hair. “Betts, I’m gonna come… fuck, oh fuck, Betty!” You exclaimed as you let go, a wave of pleasure flying through you all the way to your fingertips. She helped you though your orgasm, yours bringing on her as she moaned between you legs. The aftershocks began to come down, the two of your completely exhausted after the events that had unfolded. Betty finally gathered the strength to pick herself up, slowly and gently pulling you towards her chest, holding you as she fell back onto the pillows of the sofa.

“We should do this again,” she giggled as she felt you slowly drift off into a slumber, her eyes soon closing as well.

Let’s just say, your fantasy definitely came true.

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“So Y/N, will you help us?”

“Aaah, how could I say no to you two?”

[southsidewrites]

“So, about that second glass of wine?”

“I don’t know if I should.” Jughead exhaled hard, fingering the stem of the empty glass. “I wouldn’t want to be too drunk when I go home alone.”

“Got stood up, huh?” The waiter shifted his weight, sliding his tray under his arm as he gave Jughead a sympathetic look. “That blows.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal.” Jughead shook his head, finally looking up from the wine glass. “It’s just a blind date.”

“Yikes.  Aren’t you worried she came, saw you, and left?”

Jughead’s eyes snapped open, and he shook his head frantically. “Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am!”

The Southside Serpents as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. : The One with the Blind Dates

Paring: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: It's been months since Betty and Jughead broke up, and their friends are sick of their moping. When the two decide they're ready to start dating again, Toni and Fangs take it upon themselves to make sure they go on the worst blind dates ever, hoping that it'll drive them back together. No one expected it to work quite as well as it did.

Word Count: 4,773

Rating: Teen

Requested by: @sweetsserpent.  

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[thesuitelifeofjughead]

Heavenly Hell

Jughead x Betty

In which Betty escapes The Sisters of Quiet Mercy and finds that Jughead is already on his way to save her.

Warnings: Sisters of Quiet Mercy

Word Count: 2,186

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written in a while, so be kind lol. This is based off of Episode 6 of Season 3. Jughead and Betty had really good communication in this episode and I figure he was probably calling her at the end to tell her where he was going before Alice . There would be no reason to suspect something was wrong, but still, my sweet child needs to get out of there before she gets killed and who knows how long that will take the Riverdale writers so I’m doing it myself. There’s probably a universe she wants to stay and investigate but I want her to get the hell out and pair up with Jug before doing anymore investigating. Welcome to my new canon.

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One ring.

No answer.

Second ring.

“Hey, this is Betty. I can’t get to the phone right now so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Voicemail.

“Hey.. Betts, listen. I’m in a bit of a bind right now. Archie.. he, uh, he wants to get out of town. I’m sure you’ll hear about it at some point from Veronica, but I just wanted to let you know myself. And I, uh, since he’s going away, I didn’t want to let him go alone. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, a few days, maybe? I’ll still have my phone on me if you need anything so just, call me if you need me, okay? In fact, call me when you get this, I could really use your voice right now. Love you.. Bye.” He pulls the phone away from his ear, pressing the button to hang up and taking a deep breath. He’s suddenly overcome with an odd feeling. That was odd. If Betty is around her phone, she normally answers on the first ring, if she’s not there’s at least four or five before the voicemail. She hung up on him for some reason.

He furrows his brows, looking to Archie who just got off the phone as well. From the look on his face, his conversation was probably a little more emotional. Jughead sighs, patting his best friend on the back.

“You really don’t have to do this, Jug.” Archie says, taking one of the backpacks that had been placed on the tracks.

Jughead shrugs him off, small smirk on his face. “It’s really no problem,” he says, “You’ve got almost all you need to survive. There’s a few waters, a few granola bars, a change of clothes. You’re all set for a new life.”

“Thanks man, that really means a lot,” he slings the backpack over one of his shoulders, sliding his arm through the other strap in order to distribute the weight properly. While he felt fine, Kevin’s comment about bursting his stitches stuck in his mind, “So, uh, how did Betty react to you doing this for me?”

“You know, it’s funny you ask,” Jughead replies, putting his own sack over his shoulder, “She didn’t pick up.”

“They said you would resist, Betty.” Alice says, her eyes looking into her daughter’s.

The look on Betty’s face was undeniable. Betrayal. Hurt. Shock.

“Mom-” she says, already being dragged away by two men from the place she calls hell. The Sisters of Quiet Mercy, “Mom, please, how could you-” she begins to say, but is cut off by being dragged out of the house, the door slamming in her face.

She tries to fight them off. Her mom was right about one thing, she definitely isn’t going out without a fight. She is a resistor. She tries to kick and squirm, but the grip from the men tighten around her, restraining her. They put her arms behind her back, handcuffing them together.

The men shove her into a car with dark tinted windows, and it’s only then that tears start to form on her face. How could her mother do this? How could she ever think that this is the solution? The Sisters of Quiet Mercy is no place for her, her mother has officially lost it. Betty can’t believe this is actually happening.

The car starts, and her house, her safe place, fades into the distance. She takes a deep breath, blinking the tears away. She can’t show them fear, she can’t. Her cheeks dry, her eyes stop watering. All signs of distress fade away from her face. Her heart, though, the pain she feels in her chest right now might never fade. She may never forgive her mother for this, how could she?

The car ride isn’t that long, thirty minutes max, but Betty isn’t sure. It’s hard to keep track of time when one is being held against their will and taken to a place that resembles a jail for women.

They force her out of the car, taking the cuffs off her hands. There was nowhere for her to run when she was here. There was barely anything for miles. She thinks about how Cheryl got out, immediately working through how that scenario could have played out. Maybe that’s the key to Betty’s escape as well. She needs to get out of there, she needs to find Jughead. Something is going on and she has to find out what.

She takes a deep breath and composes herself. She will get through this. She has to.

“She didn’t?” Archie asks, raising his eyebrows, “Isn’t that odd? She always answers your calls.”

Jughead shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders, “She must be busy or something, I don’t know. She’s been trying to get our parents to tell her the truth so she’s definitely got her hands full. I’m just wondering..” he trails off.

“You want to go check on her, don’t you?” Archie finishes the thought for him, not even having to flinch with what his best friend is thinking. He just had to say goodbye to his love, and he was lucky enough to be able to hear her voice. He isn’t sure how long they’ll be away, but Jughead at least deserves to tell his girl where they’re going. Just because his life is over doesn’t mean his best friends has to be. Archie is very hyper aware of that.

Jughead nods reluctantly. “Just to tell her where we’re going, what we’re doing.” he says softly. “I could wait for her to call back but that would be leaving her in the dark and I really.. really don’t want to do that. Not at a time like this. Some freaky shit has been happening, man.”

Archie takes a deep breath. “Alright, let’s go find Betty.” he says, turning about face heading back into Riverdale.

“Woah woah woah,” Jughead puts a hand to his chest, “You are staying right here Archie Andrews. I can’t risk people seeing you and you’re not in any shape to fight your way out of anything.”

“Fine,” Archie sighs, moving to take his backpack off, “Just hurry back.”

Betty is immediately ushered into a room when she gets there, a change of clothes waiting. A dress with a collar, how original.

Her facial expression calm, she changes just as she’s ordered to, always keeping an eye out for a way to escape, for a way out. If Cheryl could do it then so could she. She moves slowly, almost in a catatonic state. She’s still trying to process everything and be alert at the same time. She hopes she’s doing a good job of both at the same time, but she knows that she’s probably missing something.

As soon as she’s changed they begin to bring her to another room, the woman who is with her talking about how she’ll be happy here, or something like that. Betty can’t really hear her, she’s too focused on the entry and exit points. There seems to be one unguarded by the staircase. If she makes a break for it she can hide somewhere and avoid everyone while making her escape.

Didn’t Ronnie say she helped Cheryl? She remembers her saying something about a tunnel. If she hides she may just be able to buy herself enough time to find it.

Her thoughts are interrupted as she grabs a paint brush, noticing that it’s an art room she’s been brought to. She goes to stand at the empty canvas. Looking around, her heart nearly stops. Her breathing picks up. How could.. This couldn’t be..

The Gargoyle King.

On all of the canvases.

It takes everything in her not to faint.

It doesn’t take Jughead long to get to the Cooper’s, and it only takes moments to figure out that something is way more off than he thought. Betty isn’t there, and her phone is left on the counter. Alice is nowhere to be found.

He snoops around the house, looking for some sort of clue to see where they could have gone. Did they disappear somewhere together? Was Betty missing? Did Alice know Betty was missing? Did Alice.. cause Betty to be missing? The thought crosses Jughead’s mind and instead of shoving it away he considers it a real possibility. Alice seems to have done a lot worse in her time, from what Betty tells him. Not to mention what Alice did to Polly just for being pregnant.

Polly.. That’s it. He doesn’t have to think anymore, it’s almost as if he knows where she is on instinct. Of course, if Alice had no qualms about sending one daughter there, how could she about sending another?

The Sisters of Quiet Mercy.

The woman walks away and Betty knows this is her chance. If there’s anywhere a tunnel would be, the basement would be it. She makes a bolt for the stairs outside the room, surprisingly not catching anyone’s attention until the door slams behind her. By then she’s already flying down the stairs, making her way toward the basement. She has to get out of here, she just has to. Her mind is everywhere, but the one thing she can focus on is escape. This is all connected, but she’ll figure it out when she’s not imprisoned.

She’ll come back with Jug. He’ll know what to do. He seems to be an expert on the Gargoyle King now anyway.

Jughead arrives in record time, his heart beating fast. He doesn’t play around when the one he loves could be hurt. He’s on foot, so it still took him a bit longer than he would have liked, but at least he made it.

He looks up at the building, still as gloomy and haunting as the first time him and Betty laid their eyes on it.

He takes a deep breath. It’s now or never.

Betty makes it to the basement, tearing her way through each room, looking for a tunnel, looking for something.

Based on pure dumb luck and some miracle, she sees a large vent that’s just slightly off its hinges. She uses all her strength to kick it in, and from the looks of it, it leads to somewhere not here.

She’ll take it.

Getting on her hands and knees, she makes her exit.

She doesn’t know which way leads out, Ronnie hadn’t gotten that far in her explanation, so she just tries to follow any sign of life that isn’t from The Sisters of Quiet Mercy. The first sign of being outside, running water, makes her stop and head towards it.

She arrives in a place dark and damp, sort of like an underground sewage system, the same one Archie escaped from only a few days earlier.

This has to be it, she thinks.

She looks up, knowing that there has to be something that leads onto the street. She only has to walk about 15 feet before spotting one.

Climbing the ladder, she begins to put all her strength against the large metal circle.

Jughead is about to head for the door, when suddenly he hears something from up the road. He furrows his brows. It sounds like someone pushing up the sewage cover on the street, or at least trying to. He walks over, wanting to investigate. The large and looming building fades in the distance, the vantage point of the front door now blocked where he was by the surrounding trees.

He waits a moment to see if he was just going insane, seeing things. He takes a breath. The cover moves once more. Something, or someone, is definitely trying to get out.

He kneels down, waiting for it to move again so he can get a good grip and help. As soon as it does, he pushes with all the strength he has. He isn’t sure what to expect when he looks down, but damn he’s sure happy with who he sees.

Reaching down with an arm to help her out, he lets out a sigh of relief that it’s his Betty.

Out of all the people she expected to see when she got out, she isn’t sure if she’s surprised that it’s Jughead. Still, she’s relieved, thanking whatever there was to thank out there that he had somehow known something was up.

She takes his hand, moving to sit up on the street, taking her legs out of the hole and using the strength she had left to push the cover back into place. If she hadn’t just come out of there, it would look like it had never been disturbed.

She then looks to Jughead, and without thinking about how grimy she had become, throws her arms around him.

“Oh thank god.” she says softly.

“What the hell happened?” he asks, obviously concerned as all hell.

Betty just shakes her head, knowing she’ll have to tell him everything eventually, but for right now the only thing that came to her mind was, 

“Jug, we have so much work to do.”

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