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[tikigoddess]

Who is taking promts for kink week and or the song fic challenge. I have so ideas that I wanna see someone bring to life.

[threads-of-gold]

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A year in the life of the privileged lives of Upper East Siders. Riverdale/Bughead reimagined.

[gothgleek]

A Pretty Face (Under All That Paint)

“I could call the cops. I’m sure you’re familiar with being handcuffed.” Sweet Pea says.

Veronica raises a brow. “Oh? Is that what you think about? Me? In handcuffs?” She bites her lip. “Pretty kinky for a Northsider.”

Sweet Pea turns pink almost instantly.

Or: Sweet Pea is Riverdale's golden boy who knows he shouldn't involve himself with Veronica, Vixen Queen of the South Side. But there is something about the raven haired girl he can't shake.

[clozzersaurus]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

NEW CHAPTER!!!

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Polly Cooper, Archie Andrews, Hiram Lodge, Jason Blossom, Alice Cooper, Hal Cooper, Ethel Muggs, Hermione Lodge, Jellybean Jones Additional Tags: bughead - Freeform, bugheadau, AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Riverdale AU Summary:

Fresh out of college, Betty Cooper gets a dream job working for Lodge Publishing House. The only problem is, her and Veronica Lodge have been best friends for four years, and some of her fellow colleagues, particularly one Jughead Jones, don't take too kindly to her personal connections with the Lodge family.

[kaylaarann]

Tempting Fate, Chapter 46: I’ll accept the charges ~ Fanfiction.net ~ AO3

New chapter (updated yesterday, for those who may have already read it). - Playing with these edits is fun.  - Having no footage of Jellybean in infuriating. - You are awesome.

Story summery: Betty is being held captive by the Ghoulies, only to have an unconscious man - she's never met - thrown in with her, Jughead. After helping each other escape, things will only get more interesting as the Southside Serpent and High school cheerleading journalist get to know each other better, much better. Bughead, Humor/Romance/Thriller, Smut, Little OOC... Give it a go, you won’t regret it! 

(SPOILERS BELOW FOR THOSE WHO HAVN’T READ CHAPTERS 1 - 45)

Preview:

Betty followed as Jughead lead Jellybean into the only room in the Whyte Wyrm she had yet to venture inside. The one opposite the meeting room on the second floor.

Jughead switched on the light and the details of the room came into view. On one side was a large wooden desk adorned by a computer on one side and trays of documents and binders on the other. Beside the desk was a tall, single-column filing cabinet and a bookshelf.

An office, this is an office. Betty summarised, however, after walking further into the room she spotted the mattress that was hidden behind a divider curtain on the other side of the room, that said otherwise.

“This use to be my room before I took Dad’s.” Jughead said, plopping an extra blanket down on the double sized bed.

“How long has dad been gone?” Jellybean asked.

“Few months.” Eleven months. Jughead wouldn’t say exactly how long, that would worry his sister. He flung the extra blanket over the bed. Jellybean was the kind of person that was always cold, she always had been when she was actually in Jughead’s life at least. She still was, she appreciated the extra blanket.

“Why’s he been gone for so long?” Jellybean asked, if she only knew.

“That’s a conversation for another day, just get some sleep.” Jughead told her, heading for the door.

“Goodnight, Elly.” Betty said from the doorway with a kind smile, one that was quickly and easily returned by Jellybean.

“Goodnight guys.” Jellybean said, toeing off her shoes.

Jughead locked his apartment door, as he always did, before they head to bed. He’d put his number in Jellybeans phone before taking her down to the office and told her if she wanted to get into the apartment to call or message him.

Betty hopped into the bed beside Jughead and he pulled her into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He said with a crooked smile. 

“We’re lucky mom had to go out of town or I probably wouldn’t be.” Betty chuckled. Alice had to go out of town for an important press conference, fortunately for Betty her dad went too, much to Alice’s dismay. Her parents were still working things out at The Register, they were both still working there for the time being.

“What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.” Jughead said mischievously as he pressed his lips to hers...

[shaniahnoel]

Call Me Soon- Jughead x Reader

A/n: To settle my Bughead heart I have to specify that this is in a world where Jughead never dated Betty because they’re my favorite and I love them. Also, sorta stole a bughead moment because, again, I love them, haha. 

Word Count: 1037

Warnings: None

Requested by: @theimperviousnovelist , I hope you enjoy!!

Forsythe Pendleton Jones III was an interesting name, but it was nothing compared to the guy it belonged to, at least in your opinion that is. He’d caught your eye a few weeks ago: tall, brooding, an edgy Serpent’s jacket paired with the sweetest of smiles. Apparently, something about you had caught his eye, too, because there you were waiting for him to pick you up for your first date. The rumble of the bike alerted you to his approach and your eyes widened. For whatever reason, you hadn’t considered that. Your nerves calmed as he came to a stop in front of you, green eyes sparkling and that easy smile spreading across his face.

You put your leg over the bike, pretending you’d done it a million times and hoping it looked that way, too. The quiet snort you heard was enough to deny your hopes and you swatted his arm playfully. “Hold on,” he said, revving the engine. Soon you were winding your way through the streets, headed to the surprise date spot. Your grip on his waist loosened as you became more comfortable on the bike, but you were very comfortable with your arms around him. As you began traveling through the hills, your grip tightened, and you decided that smelling as good as Jughead Jones should be illegal because it was intoxicating.

Finally, he pulled onto a side road and brought the bike to a stop. You stared at him for a moment, puzzled because he’d promised food, but you were in the middle of nowhere. “My lady,” he said, forcing his voice slightly deeper and offering you an arm. You giggled as he led you through the trees, following a slightly overgrown path. As you reached the clearing, Jughead dropped your arm and you took in the display before you.

He’d prepared a picnic, red checkered blanket and all. A dish in the corned caught your eye and you understood why he’d pestered you about your ultimate favorite dessert. Unconsciously you’d walked forward, but then you realized that Jughead hadn’t followed. Glancing back, you took in his expression, his eyes were guarded. You looked back at the picnic and realized that the plates were mismatched, and the blanket had seen better days, but you shook your head. “Jughead Jones,” you began, sternly, turning to face him. “You have much to learn about me.”

You smiled as you walked towards him. “I LOVE it.” The smile you’d begun to love from afar spread across his lips quickly. “Really?” You nodded as you realized that he was not only tall, brooding, and edgy, but he was also sensitive. This boy, you thought to yourself, could not get any better. Except he totally did.

Jughead was the perfect gentlemen, but the funniest boy. Two bites into your sandwich, you ended up spewing food everywhere because of his well-timed joke. His sense of humor could take some getting used to, but you were quick on the uptake. As the sun began to set, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the edge of the cliff you were on. His face flushed slightly when you didn’t drop his hand, but he looked where you commanded, taking in the view with you. After a few minutes, his stomach rumbled, again. Honestly, was the boy ever not hungry? As you walked back to the blanket, your hand was still in his and he tentatively tightened the grip, causing you to look up at him with a small smile.

You weren’t really sure what you had expected from your first date with Jughead, but you hadn’t realized how much you’d have to talk about, or how comfortable the silence was. After discussing everything under the sun, amidst Jughead stuffing his face of course, you laid back on the ground, staring up at the sky. He joined you, hand tentatively reaching for yours again, relaxing only when you’d firmly gripped it. Somehow you were sure that you could have laid there forever, his hand in yours, but unfortunately your friends had other plans. Your phone’s ringer cut through the silence, making you both jump. Slamming a hand on your face you realized you’d forgotten you’d promised to study with a friend tonight.

“Ah, I see you arranged the ‘call and pretend you need me’ friend.” Jughead head smirked as you opened you mouth to protest. Realizing he was joking, you jabbed back, “yeah, if only they’d called before I started enjoying myself.”

Taking your hand in his, Jughead led the way back to his bike. This time you were sure you looked much more graceful getting on; in any case, he didn’t laugh at all. The cruise through town seemed to take no time at all and suddenly you found yourself outside of your friend’s house. You dismounted and said your goodbyes, but were surprised to hear the engine turn off. Curiously, you looked back to find Jughead staring hard at the ground before him. Before you could ask, he was off the bike and had pulled helmet and beanie from his head. Okay, Jughead Jones, perfect hair, too? Where is the flaw, you thought to yourself as he approached you.

“I had a wonderful time,” he began, nervously.

“Me, too!”

“I was wondering if you’d wanna do it again sometime?”

“I’d like that a lot.” You smiled warmly as he nodded. You turned to head into your friend’s house when he spoke again.

“Also,” as you turned to face him, you found him right behind you, green eyes piercing yours. He surveyed your face for a moment before bringing his lips to yours. Your hands trailed into his hair, holding him in place. A cheer from the door brought you both out of your moment, and you grinned shyly up at him.

“Call me soon, Juggie,” you muttered, a playful glint in your eyes.

He smiled at the nickname, cheeks still a little flushed. You walked into your friend’s house, already being assaulted for answers about who the heck the good looking Serpent you just kissed was, and so you didn’t see said Serpent wait until you were safely inside before driving away, smile still firmly on his face.

[bugheadfanfic-blog]

Knife part 1

“Its been a long time since jughead and i broke up, theres nothing between us” i try to reassure Josh, my boyfriend, i dont want him to hit me again, the bruises have barely healed from last time “likely story” he scoffs, I know that look in his eyes. Its gonna happen again, he shoves me into the locker and slaps me “josh” my voice cracks as i tear up, he throws me to the floor and storms off, i lay there, stunned and in pain, i lift my hand to my cheek, which stings from where his hand brutally slapped me. I stay on the floor but i inch towards a locker to lean against, i start ballong my eyes out. I punch the lockertry to blink away the tears. “Betty?” I immediately recognise the voice “Betty are you okay?” He runs towards me, i turn to him “yeah, i’m fine juggie”. “Well you clearly arent” “its just Josh” i shrug. “what happened, did he hurt you?” I toss up whether to lie or not “no, no no no god no” i smile and hold back tears “why’d you pause?” He asks, i can see the worry in his eyes. “I dont know” my eyes bounce around the room “betty i know you’re lying” he touches my shoulder gentley, but pain still spreads through my body, from the last tome Josh beat me “ow” i gasp and take his hand off my shoulder “betty, show me your shoulder” he sounds assertive, yet caring “theres nothing there” i gulp “then you’ll have no problem showing me”. I sigh and lift up my sleeve, revealing a huge bruise “betty... where did this bruise come from?” He asks “Josh” i say quietly “what?” I see the anger in his eyes. He stands up “i am going to kill that asshole” he curls his lips and runs down the hall. I chase after him. Jughead approaches Josh angrily, josh turns around to face him and jughead punches him across the face “what the hell?” Josh yells and shoves jughead into a locker. The tumble around for a bit until Josh gets out a knife and stabs Jughead in the arm “Jughead!” I scream and run to him, josh drops the knife and sprints away. I hole jughead in my arms and call an ambulance. I start rocking him and crying, his blood seeps through my shirt “jughead, you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, dear god please be okay”i put my face on his chest and cry more, my tears drench his shirt, he’s still here but in shock. After a few minutes an ambulance arrives.

[fictionsofriverdale-blog]

Silence (part three)

This is based on and inspired by the book Silence by Natasha Preston. It is from the point of view of the reader and involves The Core Four plus Kevin and Chuck. 

Warnings: swearing, sexual assault.

Part One || Part Two

I sat silently in the back seat of the car, peering out of the window seeing nothing but trees and forest. Dads eyes were focussed on the road and he was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Every so often he would shift in his seat and glance at me in the rear view mirror.

The gates for Thornhill appeared in front of the car as we rounded a corner and my stomach sank. A sheen of cold sweat covered my forehead and my hands began to shake. I hadn’t been to Thornhill since I was 13-years old, despite the parties that Cheryl and her late-brother Jason had thrown. I had always managed to get out of going with my friends.

The gates were open and dad slowly drove the car up the long driveway. His fingers were fidgeting even more than before and when he reached for the handbrake I could see his fingers tremble slightly. He climbed out of the car and walked around to my door, opening it and waited for me to get out. When I didn’t move he leaned in and unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my hand firmly pulling me from the car.

I reluctantly followed in his footsteps toward the large front doors, feeling like my feet weighed one-hundred tons. The door swung open and Mr. Blossom stood in the opening, staring at my father with a smug smile on his lips. He moved to the side and swept his arm toward the lobby, gesturing for us to cross the threshold. My dad stepped forward but my feet were stuck to the ground, making my father turn and yank on my arm. I flew forward, crashing into my father’s side and he pulled me into the house and followed Mr. Blossom down a long corridor.

“You know if you just paid your debts, I wouldn’t have to do this.” Clifford teased my father. I silently gagged, bile rising in my throat before I forced it back down. We descended a long flight of stairs and were now walking along another corridor.

“I know, I ran into some trouble with a project that fell through… I never thought I’d have to do this again… I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again..” my father was rambling, mostly to himself.

After what felt like an eternity, we stopped walking, and Mr. Blossom pulled a bronze key from his pocket, unlocking the door in front of us. We must be right underneath the centre of the house; it was cold and smelled damp.

The door swung open and the room suddenly felt all too familiar. I had had nightmares about this room; the wooden bed in the middle of the room, the restraints tied to each bedpost, the camera tripod set up in the corner of the room. The nightmares came flooding back to me and hit me like a freight train. The door was locked behind us. My knees gave way and as I began to fall to the floor my father caught me by the elbow and hauled me back up.

Clifford Blossom walked around my father and me to face us. He pulled me out of my father’s grip and pushed me down on the bed. My dad stayed where he was, watching, frozen, expressionless. My Pink Floyd t-shirt was ripped from collar to hem and my jeans were roughly pulled down my legs. My adrenaline kicked in and I began to kick out my legs and swing my arms violently.

“Control your girl!” Mr. Blossom yelled at my father as he attempted to tie the restraints around my wrists. I felt my dad tie the cuffs around my ankles and suddenly my limbs were lifeless. I could do nothing to stop what was happening. I never thought this would happen again; it had been four years since the last time, the longest break since it started nine years ago.

I looked over to my father, pleading with my eyes to help me, to stop this, but he just stared blankly over my head. I could see Mr. Blossom unbuckling his belt and pull his trousers and boxers down. He palmed at himself for a second before stalking toward me. I looked toward the ceiling, pressing my lips together as a tear fell from the corner of my eye down to my earlobe.

I felt a searing pain as he entered me and began to move immediately. The pain was hot and felt like a lightning rod splitting my whole body into a million pieces. I scrunched my eyes shut as my breaths came short and sharp through my nose, my lips still pressed into a thin line. My fists were clenched into tight balls, my fingernails scratching at the cuffs on my wrists, the cuffs themselves biting into my skin as I strained against the restraints.

I sat on my bed, back pressed against the wall, legs pulled up to my chest. My head rested on the wall behind me and my eyes gazed, unfocused, on where the ceiling met the wall.

Archie: I’m coming over with DVDs and take out from Pops! Be ready in thirty minutes! :-)

I picked up my phone from the pillow next to me, groaning when I read the message. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see my best friend, but I hadn’t slept since yesterday and guessed that I looked a mess.

I trudged to the bathroom and assessed my state in the mirror. My eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, my cheeks blotchy, and my hair looked like a birds nest. Looking down, my wrists were bruised and had cuts along them. I curled my wrists, feeling their stiffness. I gingerly stepped into the shower and let the cold water rush over me.

Walking back into my room I pulled on a pair of black leggings, a longline top and a zip up hoodie. I brushed my hair and plaited it down the back.

I could hear voices downstairs and stopped on the landing to listen. “What do you mean she hasn’t been downstairs yet? It’s nearly 3pm…this is more Jughead’s behavior…” “I know man, but I’m telling you, I haven’t seen her yet..”

The voices belonged to Archie and Jasper. Just as I began to descend the final few steps, Archie rounded the bannister and looked up at me; “you ok? Jasper said you slept in…” I nodded, a smile balancing precariously on my lips. He took a step closer, standing on the bottom step and narrowed his eyes; “you look a bit tired…” I rolled my eyes and took a step down toward him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the lounge.

Jasper followed us in uninvited and flopped into the armchair; “so, what are we watching?” He asked in a sing-song voice.

“Lord of the Rings box set” Archie stated excitedly, already inserting the first disc and turning on the tv. Jasper groaned but made no move to get up. I tucked myself into the corner of the couch, pulling my knees up to my chest and hugging my arms around them, leaving three-quarters of the couch for Archie. My eyes became unfocused as my mind played re-runs of Thornhill.

“Right, are you ready?” Archie exclaimed, turning from the screen to take his seat next to me, and frowned when his eyes fell on me. He glanced over at Jasper who caught his eye and in turn flicked his eyes to me. He turned his whole body towards me and slowly leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees.

I blinked and refocused my eyes to see my best friend and my brother staring at me, concerned. I tried to roll my eyes and smile, letting them know that I was alright, but as I tried to force my lips into a smile, something inside me snapped and tears rolled down my cheeks and I buried my face in my hands, feeling the material of my hoodie pulled up over my palms. I felt the sofa dip as one of them sat down next to me. An arm wrapped around my shoulders while a hand ran up and down my arm, and another hand stroked my hair.

My body trembled violently as the tears finally escaped, I could feel the two boys glancing between my broken form and each other, lost for what to do.

The front door slammed. My body stiffened and I lifted my head, wiping furiously at my cheeks. “Where is everybody?” My dad called from the corridor, almost as if he was shouting ‘honey I’m home’ in a cheesy 50s sitcom.

I sank further into the sofa cushions; a movement that didn’t go unnoticed my Archie and Jasper, who exchanged worried looks once again, and then both focussed their eyes on mine. I shook my head, trying to tell them to drop it, but they were having none of it. They had always known something was wrong, ever since I had stopped talking so suddenly when I was 8-years old.