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'rumours travelled around fast. mr svenson was the black hood. he tried to get betty to bury archie alive, and once they finally had dominance over him, her fled to the bridge, attempting to jump off—
before he was shot dead by sheriff keller.
the teenagers were convinced he was the black hood because when he was younger, he accused and innocent man of killing his family, which resulted in the man's death. that he was driven crazy by the guilt, and he had a theory that targeting sinners would balance the scales somehow on what he had done wrong.
and so, another mystery solved in a nice, neat bow. just ready for christmas.
or so they thought.'
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christmas morning. and the gang was getting prepared for a tradition— an all out pancake breakfast at pop's chock'lit shoppe.
gracie jones grabbed her serpent jacket, before heading out of her trailer door, ready to meet her friends. until, when she stepped out into the frosty breeze, she had a second thought.
gracie🛹🪐 i'll be at pop's soon i have something i need to do first merry xmas btw
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gracie knocked on the door of thistlehouse, her teeth chattering with nervousness. thankfully, the door as answered by just the girl she had been looking for, and not her hellish mother.
"cheryl." she beamed. "merry christmas." she held out a small gift-box towards her, and the latter looked down, taking the box from her hands.
"merry christmas." cheryl replied stiffly.
"just open it." gracie encouraged, and the red-head began to pull the ribbon that was tied in a bow around the box until it was loose. she lifted the lid and pulled out a mistletoe bunch. "i, um, i couldn't afford much good christmas presents. i wanted to get you this really nice necklace but—"
she was interrupted by cheryl, planting a kiss on her lips. "mistletoe means you have to kiss me, you imbecile."
"i know." gracie chuckled. "that's what i was going for."
cheryl could hold her smile back anymore and she grinned from ear to ear.
"so— i was wondering, if you're not busy or anything... if you wanted to go out later— on like, a proper date."
"so, the gracelyn jones the third finally got the guts to ask moi? it's a christmas miracle." she replied sarcastically.
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pop's chock'lit shoppe.
riverdale's perfect date location. riverdale's perfect hangout location. riverdale's perfect family dinner location.
riverdale's perfect location for anything to be honest.
and that's exactly where cheryl blossom and gracie jones were. sat in a booth in the back of pop's on christmas evening.
after the pair had finished their meals, they had curled up against eachother: cheryl resting her head against gracie's shoulder, and gracie's arm draped over the seat.
admittedly, there was nowhere else either of them would want to be in that moment. cuddled up next to eachother, watching the snow outside of the window swirl in the control of the wind, like cotton wool in the light of the neon lights that covered the chock'lit shoppe. and watching dry frost edge along the sides of the window frame, fogging it up.
"i must say, i'm surprised at your ability to remain quiet," cheryl began. "you're usually so fidgety."
gracie shrugged. "guess i just like sitting here with you, don't i?"
cheryl hummed. "why, pray tell?"
"well— i like you, and i like pop's, and i like christmas. perfect combo."
"why don't we get out of here?" cheryl whispered, looking up at gracie. "i still haven't given you your christmas present."
