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Faye Nakamura

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Before Faye Turner disappeared from Riverdale, she and Jughead Jones were inseparable — the kind of childhood friends that made up secret codes, broke into the corner store for candy, and sat in treehouses until the sun came up. She was loud where he was quiet, reckless where he was careful, and somewhere in the middle, they balanced each other.

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Jughead

Riverdale always had its secrets. Faye Cooper was just one that stayed buried longer than most.

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Girlfriend

The lights above the arena bathed everything in harsh white, but the tension simmering between Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan was anything but cold. Rhea stood firm in the center of the ring, mic in hand, eyes narrowed beneath dark lashes, every inch of her a storm barely restrained. Judgment Day flanked her in the background, arms crossed and silent as Liv circled like a vulture, grin too wide, voice saccharine with venom.

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Toxicity DA

“I’m telling you right now,” Roman muttered in Gorilla, arms crossed over his vest, “they’re throwing Liv a softball. Probably some rookie they pulled out of the Performance Center.”

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Jason

The early evening sun dipped low over Sweetwater River, casting gold over the trees and glitter across the water. Jason leaned against his truck, arms folded loosely, the hem of his letterman jacket fluttering in the breeze. Cheryl was off somewhere behind them, distracted by a call from Penelope, which left Jason alone with Faye—just like he wanted.

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Blossom

Faye Hawthorne moved like a sigh across the Riverdale courtyard—soft, serene, untouched by the morning buzz of returning students. Her white sundress fluttered at her knees as she walked, pale pink hair catching the light with every step. A cream bow was tied loosely at the back of her head, ribbons trailing like falling petals.

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Toxic

“I’m telling you right now,” Damien said, adjusting his leather jacket in Gorilla, “they’re setting Liv up for a squash. Probably some performance center newbie who begged for a shot.”

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UA

Before UA, Faye was invisible—and when she wasn’t invisible, she was the target. She never spoke in class, always wore the same oversized hoodie no matter the weather, and kept her head down like she was trying to disappear.

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God

Backstage – Royal Rumble Night

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Survey Corp

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the courtyard was still slick, the mud clinging to every bootprint like a memory. Faye Hawthorne stood among the rows of new recruits, soaked to the bone, her breath fogging in the early morning chill. Her uniform was neat, freshly issued, though her boots looked worn—real combat boots, not regulation. She stood straight, chin up, but her pale fingers fidgeted with the hem of her jacket when no one was looking.

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Faye Hawthorne

Faye Hawthorne had always been a contradiction. Soft-spoken but sharp-eyed. Dark-laced lace and corsets wrapped around a heart full of warmth. Born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts, she was no stranger to whispered rumors or sideways glances. Her family had history there—deep, tangled roots wrapped in old magic, old mistakes, and older legacies. But none of that mattered now.

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Faye vixens

The Riverdale High football field was buzzing—electric with the start-of-year chaos only a small town could romanticize. Bleachers filled with students decked in Bulldog blue and gold, teachers half-invested in their clipboards, and parents craning necks for phone footage that might end up on Facebook.

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Scouts

The rain hammered the broken earth like cold needles, soaking through the tattered remnants of what had once been a lively village. Faye pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, but it did little to keep the chill out. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Around her, the rest of the squad moved quietly, their faces grim, exhaustion and grief weighing on everyone.

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Bakugou x echo

The arcade was alive with noise—button mashing, neon lights, and the crackling soundtrack of games in full chaos mode. Kirishima was mid-yell after nailing the top score on the punching machine, Denki dramatically collapsing beside him, pretending to cry into a pile of tickets.

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Angel on ice

It was one of those slow, post-training nights in the 1-A dorms—everyone too sore to move, too bored to sleep, sprawled across couches and beanbags while Kaminari flipped mindlessly through the channels.

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Fire flower

They met when they were six—Katsuki had blown up the sandbox, and Faye, barefoot with a dandelion crown, walked right up and said, “You look mad.” From then on, she was always there—racing him through the woods, laughing so hard she tripped over roots, teasing him until he smiled when no one else could. They grew up side by side, even in different schools, always finding their way back to their forest clearing. Faye was soft where he was fire, her nature-based quirk calming the sparks in his palms like magic. When he burned too hot, she grounded him—no questions, no fear. He yelled at everyone else, but never her. She stayed. And though he never said it, Katsuki knew: she was the only one who could stand in his fire and still make him laugh.

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Echo

Echo Nakamura never really joined Furin — he just sort of appeared one day, slouched in the back of a classroom wearing a hoodie two sizes too big and mismatched socks, sipping strawberry milk like nothing around him could touch him. No one expected much. Quiet kid. Didn’t fight. Didn’t talk back.

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