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amisfitsmemoir · 11 months

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Intertwined Souls: Love in Riverdale

In the quaint town of Riverdale, a profound tapestry of love and emotions unfolded among four friends: Archie, Jughead, Betty, and Veronica... their connection transcended traditional boundaries, weaving a complex web of intertwining hearts.

Archie Andrews, the charismatic redheaded boy next door, found himself entangled in a bittersweet dance of love with Betty and Veronica. Each passing moment with them ignited a tempest of emotions, his heart torn between the tender, nostalgic affection he shared with Betty and the incandescent, magnetic passion that blazed between him and Veronica. His love stretched across uncharted territories, daring to embrace both souls with equal fervor.

Betty, the epitome of compassion and tenderness, carried a profound love for both Archie and Jughead within the depths of her soul. Her emotions flowed like a gentle river, intertwining their affections into a tapestry of exquisite intimacy. The love she held for Archie emanated with a comforting warmth, like a soft embrace that whispered of familiarity and cherished memories. In contrast, her connection with Jughead blazed like a wildfire, untamed and passionate, igniting a flame that illuminated the uncharted depths of her heart. Her very being yearned to immerse herself in the intricate dance they shared, to explore the boundless dimensions of their love.

Jughead Jones, the enigmatic wordsmith, was irresistibly drawn to both Archie and Betty. Their collective love wove a symphony that resonated within the chambers of his heart, a melody that echoed through every fiber of his being. The tender caresses from Betty and the intense connection he shared with Archie became interwoven threads in the tapestry of his soul, forming a masterpiece of emotions that defied the limitations imposed by society.

Veronica Lodge, the embodiment of fierce independence, was captivated by the blossoming love among Archie, Jughead, and Betty from the moment she stepped foot in Riverdale. The intimacy they shared ignited a fire within her, compelling her to yearn for a place within their intertwined hearts. In their presence, her emotions surged like a symphony, a harmonious blend of desire and longing that transcended conventional boundaries. With an unyielding yearning, she sought to join their dance, intertwining her heart with theirs in a passionate and profound union.

United in their journey through the trials of Riverdale, they forged ahead, guided by a love that transcended societal boundaries. Their bond became a sacred refuge, a sanctuary where authenticity flourished, shielded from the harsh judgments of the world. Within the embrace of their collective arms, they discovered a sanctuary—a place of solace and comfort that kindled an inferno of passion. In this sacred space, they found not only respite but also an unparalleled sense of belonging—a profound intertwining of souls that whispered, "Here, you are cherished and understood."

In a town shrouded in secrets and cloaked in shadows, they sought solace within each other's arms, intertwining as lovers in a tapestry woven with vulnerability and desire. Together, they defied the constraints of societal expectations, boldly rewriting the rules to forge a bond that defied definition, a love story that dared to be uniquely their own.

And thus, the tapestry of love among Archie, Jughead, Betty, and Veronica flourished, their hearts entwined in a symphony of perfect harmony. Amidst the chaos that enveloped Riverdale, their love blossomed as a radiant beacon, illuminating the path of hope and acceptance. Their connection stood as a resounding testament to the indomitable power of love, an unwavering reminder that its strength transcends boundaries, and the desires of the heart know no bounds...

#riverdale fanfiction #poly riverdale #jarchie #beronica #bughead #varchie #queer fanfiction #archie x betty x veronica x jughead #polyamory love #loving all four #quartet love #am writing #amisfitsmemoir-ff

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mrreggiemantle · 1 year

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Crazy Lucky

A sequel to With a Comma After Dearest

#Riverdale #jarchie #archie #archie andrews #archie and jughead #jughead jones #jughead #jughead and archie #fanfiction

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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Summer is cruel in the Riverlands.

“No it’s not,” Polly, with her golden hair that shines enough to blind against sunlight, whips the exposed skin of Jughead’s thighs with the wooden end of her sowing tool, causing the small woman to yelp and pout. She hated the sun; Blazing smugly across her silver skin, boiling her from the inside out like stew in a chrome pot. “you’re just too soft. Now will you help me skin this for the meal?”

She doesn’t bother rebutting it; She knows it, the townspeople know it, - she reckons the Destinies know it, too. She also knows they’re probably chuckling at her expense. “But you’re doing such a good job! I wouldn’t want to ruin it. “ Jughead made sure to look away from the carcass, now pink flesh and inners opened, inviting flies to feast. The last time she even touched a knife, her stomach flipped and spilled yesterday’s dinner all over the hunter’s catch. She did not eat that night, or the moon following.

Polly sighed. “ This is why you’re still a winter bride, you know?”

Winter bride.

The worst thing to be; Husbandless or wifeless, roaming around without aim, scraping to live by themselves without hands to hold or arms to lean on. Not hated but not wanted, not shunned but judged silently. Those were the women who were too soft or too undesirable or too useless to want. Jughead thinks it’s an irony, that Nana Rose calls her lucky for surviving, that Destinies favored her, when they made her all three.

“A marriage isn’t an accomplishment, Polly.”

“Neither is being frigid, “ her friend shot back. “ And my wife is a treasure, thank you very much.”

She was; They both were. Arguably, Jughead relied on their kindness to live on, along with the protection of the towns people, making sure the girl with too much adventure in her soul and too little strength in her bones wouldn’t be back eating scraps off dead animals. There is only so much to do for her, thought. Her matching night is creeping closer. “You know I love Ethel. That’s not the problem.”

Of course she did; Ethel was very much like her, - too soft for battle, making a better watcher for children than warrior on the battlefield, and she liked assisting Jughead with teaching the children to read and write. She knew words were powerful and just as deadly as a sword. She even managed to convince Polly their little school, - a word she learned from gathering books left outside the battle spoils pile, - was just as needed as their sparring class. Ethel wasn’t as weepy as her, but she was kind, and sweet, and sharply witty, and Polly loved her very much.

“And she shares my opinion, -“

“ That’s shocking.”

“, - she SHARES my opinion that your youth won’t stay forever. And unclaimed men are drying up, Moonbeam. Archie already thought, -“

“That’s even more shocking.”

“Rude girl,” she was flicked on her forehead and she whined, like a displeased cat. “Oh, don’t act like this. What will you do when your first babe comes?” Her heart throbbed; She wasn’t a good hunter, or a decent shot, but there was no one in the village better with children than her. She was the one who watched and nurtured them while their parents went to battle, still too tiny and vulnerable to join. Motherhood should be a choice first, not an expectation. “Archie thinks with one thing and that is his fist.”

“ A powerful fist. He’s more beast than man, Jug. He could protect you.”

“When had he done anything else?”

It was Archie that found her dying in the sun when they were small, right to Nana Rose’s hut to be healed, - what did you bring me, Beastboy? and Archie who cried to her when his warrior marks were jabbed into his back, proud but painful. Archie who makes her laugh and is as kind as he is deadly, an animal no one holds down.

A perfect husband, but an even better brother.

“ OUR BEASTS ARE BACK!”

Jughead jumped, and so did Polly, knowing her hut will be filled with injured, - theirs or prisoners, and she told Jughead to stay put. She could hear it all, the familiar song of victory, voices joined in a mixture of celebration and triumph for their warriors who brought back trophies and treasures to enjoy. She wanted to see Archie, badly, but a new battle meant a new scar.

He was dancing, she could spot it from the rock bridge’s edge, laughing. War paint spilling down his beard, crimson and black, making his summer bronze eyes glow and shine. His hair was long and shaggy and messy, greasy from weeks of travel and sailing and blood, most likely, still fresh, and red gushed through his teeth as he laughed with the other men and war wives.

He was handsome, and tempting in ways all lethal things are. She knew better than to question Destinies, but their hearts were too different. Still. He waves at her, long sword flattened over his shoulder, and smiles, rising a bag of goods for her to see, and she waves back, trying no to think what happened to the owners.

The sun drowned under black skies dotted with white spots, and she was still at the bridge, flipping through her books and excluding herself from the festivities downtown.

“No welcome kiss for your handsome Warbeast?”

Jughead smiled, turning around, happy to see Archie clean of battle grime. “Shouldn’t you be telling your epic tales to Battleboys?”

“Why bother? You’ll say I’m full of horseshit anyway,” he laughed then, and clapped her on her back with little force but just enough to gasp a breath out of her. They smiled at one another, a twin relief the other was alive and well. Winter brides died quickly, and Bladebrothers fell even quicker. Archie had yet to be defeated, and she was still standing, thought. “But you should have seen them, Moonbeam. They got a taste for it, I could tell.”

“ A bad taste.”

“They’ll make good warriors,” he raised his eyebrows. “ And even better husbands.”

She groaned, and Archie did the same. “Men and wolves both have sharp teeth, Jug. One of these days one is bound to bite you, and I’d rather it be me .”

“Charming.”

“You couldn’t take any other courtship,” it was true. Even if they’d be gentle with it, she couldn’t see herself wrestling in dust, and she was too stubborn to accept prizes, and she’’d run away at the mere touch of a Red Brother, tough like a bruise or soft like a feather. “But that’s for the next moon. I got a real prize waiting in my hut. A Thornhill rose.”

Jughead’s eyes gleamed and widened. “ Jason’s sister?”

Archie laughed, and his sunset red locks shook. “Damn near bit my fingers off. She has battle in her soul. I want you to spend some time with her, help her adapt. It shouldn’t be too hard. Crazy woman all but begged me to go.” She’s heard the stories, of Penelope’s daughter, even as secluded as their island is. Penelope’s daughter, with fire in her hair.

“You stole her?!”

“I barrowed her. She’s good with a bow and arrow and Reggie can’t shoot for shit. Should make a good addition. Or meat shield, depending.” Her expression must’ve given away her feelings, because Archie was quick to sigh, wrists folded over his blade handle. “This is how war is, Juggie. We eat what we kill.”

“Fred wouldn’t have allowed it.”

A stormy anger passed through Archie’s eyes and for a moment, Jughead remembered she was speaking to the next leader. But it melted at her pout. It always did. But she quitened nonetheless, as a hand cupped her cheek. “Father made us weak. He failed us. I won’t.�� Fred was peaceful and calm and the least war filled war lord she could think of. “ My fate is protecting you. If I have to do it even if you don’t want it, I will. Will you hate me, Moonbeam?”

“I could never hate you. But you’ll be the one ridiculed for having a weep bag wife. “

“ A pretty weep bag wife,” he smirked, “and anyway, who misses Fred?! Didn’t you notice, how similar you are in nagging? ‘Slow down Archie’, don’t eat raw meat Archie, leave the cow alone Archie! You’re him without the beard. It makes sense you’d be my destiny.”

But you’re not mine, she wanted to say. Instead she laughed and giggled and snorted when Archie bent her over his shoulder and ran around, screaming about his war bride, forcefully taking her to the celebrations.

Little did she know her destiny was watching from a warship, fascinated and stoic and eyes passionate with hellfire, as deadly as the serpent on their flag. “ Let’s join the party.”

#AYEEEE WAR LORD SP CROWD MAKE SOME NOISE #love this for me finally i have some internet jeez #fem jug #fem jughead jones #jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #archie andrews #cheryl blossom #sweet pea #southside serpents #jugpea #jughead x sweet pea #jarchie #(platonic)#writing #au #serpents and bunnies au #fantasy

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jugheadthelesbian · 2 years

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POV: u are trying to write an archie centric chapter to ur fanfic but hes the only member of the core four u dont kin so his chapter is just simping and kissing

#archie andrews #riverdale #fanfiction #jarchie #varchie #kin #jughead kin #veronica kin #betty kin #im too gay for this #writers block #core four #core 4

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bearfacedcheek · 2 years

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In the Middle

New (smutty) chapter of my bughead leaning B/A/J poly fic is here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33224629/chapters/99111141 or read from the start https://archiveofourown.org/works/33224629/chapters/82492636

#riverdale #fanfiction #Bughead #jarchie #barchie #but mostly bughead #why do i always write archie as such a stand up guy?

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rythmicjea · 2 days

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On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

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