* 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 !

⭐️    —-  veronica  was  an  early  nester.  she  had  enough  (  self  )  respect  to  wait  until  the  ‘  convenient  dick  appointment  ’  dance  was  over  until  she  started  moving  things  in  and  around,  slumming  it  in  the  shithouse  until  everything  ELSE  started  feeling  a  little  more  romantic.  still,  she  kept  it  subtle  at  first  ;  brought  fresh  flowers  around  every  other  visit  in  the  guise  of  a  gift  for  sweet  pea,  as  if  she  was  making  some  kind  of  statement  and  not  just  decorating  the  place  to  her  liking.  cleaning  off  counter - tops  in  every  room  for  things  she  apparently  needed  first  thing  in  the  morning  (  skincare  products  in  the  bathroom  and  overpriced  ‘  organic  ’  groceries  in  decorative  jars  in  every  corner  of  the  kitchen  ),  once  even  made  a  point  of  reaching  to  scratch  at  her  own  back  and  lying  that  “  maybe  i’m  allergic  to  POLYESTER  ”  so  he  would  think  there  was  a  reason  for  the  brand  new  bedsheets  that  appeared  the  following  day  –  other  than  the  simple  fact  that  veronica  liked  them,  of  course  –  as  if  sweet  pea  had  even  been  listening.  she  grew  a  little  more  shameless  with  time  (  candles  and  tchotchkes,  more  small  gifts  for  him,  that  were  really  for  herself  )  and  then  dramatically  more  so  after  she  accidentally  confessed  to  loving  him  (  in  a  group  setting  too…  an  all  time  low  for  veronica  lodge  )  and  just  decided  she  might  as  well,  started  coming  back  over  with  framed  photos  of  herself  taken  by  betty  down  by  the  river.  it  was  the  REALIZATION  she  was  pregnant  that  really  set  her  free  in  that  trailer,  and  she  had  sweet  pea  couch  shopping  in  greendale  and  hanging  the  new  curtains  she’d  picked  out.  she  stood  proud  in  the  living  area  with  pea,  explaining  her  plans  for  him  to  tear  down  and  replace  the  wallpaper  there,  not  even  a  week  before  she  was  on  the  road  back  to  new  york  city,  running  away  from  riverdale  and  their  home.

* @blvejasmine / closed starter. 

“knock knock.” yes - jellybean was one of those people, relying not just on the tapping she gave the doorframe but a verbal announcement, to boot, in ensuring her presence was made known. the LAST thing she wanted was to catch the older girl off guard - a feat that she imagined easier now than ever before. the entirety of the building ( from the first floor pops to the basement speakeasy ) had been rendered unusually quiet since the formers passing… but with the recent trashing, jellybean would have been shocked if she were the ONLY one on edge. “i just wanted to ask if you’ve got anything down here we can borrow upstairs. glasses, bowls…- milk? it’s not a mess anymore, but it sure needs a helping hand.” 

⭐️    ----    riverdale  was  their  ‘  if  we  can’t  make  it  here,  we  can’t  make  it  anywhere  ’,  nyc  is  an  overpopulated  hole  of  self - pity.  who  would  have  thought  that  it  would  be  JUGHEAD  of  all  people  that  veronica  sought  comfort  in  ?  they  were  only  ever  friendly  for  other  people’s  sake,  now  “  sometimes  i  feel  like  you’re  the  only  person  who  gets  me.  who  understands.  ”  “  you’re  drunk,  veronica.  ”  (  she  usually  is  )  watching  casablanca,  arguing  about  j. d.  salinger.  if  not  that,  something  depressingly  similar.  every  saturday  night.  they  don’t  even  bother  inviting  kevin,  veronica  reflecting  some  obvious  shame  when  he  tells  them  he’s  heading  out  for  the  night,  to  enjoy  themselves,  two  sadsacks  trying  to  out - angst  one  another  on  the  living  room  floor,  separated  by  jughead’s  poor  taste  in  pizza  that  veronica  doesn’t  quite  hate  herself  enough  (  yet  )  to  participate  in.  they  do  enjoy  themselves,  though  it’s  difficult  under  all  the  implied  bastard / brat  quips.  they’ve  both  always  been  fond  of  tradition,  only  that’s  been  expressed  in  contrasting  ways  up  until  this  one  SOMEHOW  came  to  be.  they  don’t  acknowledge  saturday  nights  any  other  day  of  the  week  beyond  one  informing  the  other  of  a  new  classic  in  netflix’s  recently  added.  that’s  veronica’s  impact  and  she  knows  it,  but  what  does  it  matter,  really  ?  jughead’s  always  seen  the  worst  in  her.     (  @wuzthere  )

INSTAGRAM:  @veronica  uploaded  a  new  photo  at   📍  the  speakeasy

the  menu  here  is  amazing,  i  wonder  who  is  responsible  ?       (  @ofrverdale )

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@tinaturnter:  was  this  before  or  after  you  fell  down  the  stairs  ? @suttonbottoms:  ily  pls  follow  me @jonesaesthetics:  #sweetvangs  is  really  dead  :( @trucrimecutie:  @jonesaesthetics  i  told  you  she  ruins  everything

“ Veronica gardin. it’s something i can get behind, definitely has a ring to it. if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume you were trying to sweep me off my feet right now. “ drew was amused by the banter between them and had ( admittedly ) missed it. he couldn’t remember the last time he had talked to anyone from his new york days, besides his father. “ luckily, i don’t have a wife that i’m aware of so we’re in the clear. “ he responded before giving it a second thought. “ unless you count my landlord. she’s been trying to woo me recently, even made me lunch. you better step up your game, vee. i’m expecting breakfast in bed tomorrow. ”

what  am  i  supposed  to  do  when  most  of  me  still  belongs  to  you

01.   iceberg   -   borns02.   closer   -   fka  twigs03.   the  louvre   -   lorde04.   bloom  later   -   jesse  rutherford05.   lovesick   -   banks06.   all  the  time    -   cub  sport07.   so  sad  so  sexy   -   lykke li08.   the  only  thing   -   sufjan  stevens09.   mended   -   vera  blue10.   are  you  lonesome  tonight  ?   -   elvis  presley

II.    SHE’S  WRINGING  HER  HANDS  ANXIOUSLY,  something  she  once  only  did  in  the  presence  of  her  father,  waiting  for  the  right  moment  to  ask  him  for  something  other  than  the  diamonds  and  pearls  he  so  liberally  gifted  her  with.  now  it’s  all  of  her  friends,  each  sitting  behind  their  own  veronica  lodge  original  (  cocktails  she’s  customized,  inspired  by  her  favourite  riverdale  personalities  ).  they’re  sipping  and  swapping,  and  her  grin  widens  with  every  sound  of  approval  that  comes  from  the  group  seated  at  the  bar  of  the  soon - to - be  opened  speakeasy.  pop  is  lingering  about,  fixing  up  the  taps  for  her  and  pretending  he’s  not  currently  witness  to  some  very  expensive  underage  day  drinking.  “  these  are  amazing,  vee.  ”  someone  finally  offers  an  intelligible  review  from  in  front  of  her,  and  she  feels  the  figure  behind  her  place  a  hand  on  her  shoulder  to  agree.  “  we’re  all  very  proud  of  her.  ”  pop  says,  and  it’s  an  effort  for  veronica  not  to  cry  right  there.  it’s  the  first  time  she’s  ever  heard  someone  say  that  about  her  in  such  a  genuine  way,  not  in  competition  with  another  big  businessman’s  trust  fund  brat  at  some  all - for - show  charity  gala.  she  does  cry  later,  once  everyone  else  has  cleared  out  and  she  has  nowhere  to  go.  pop  tate  hugs  her  then  and  solidifies  his  role  as  the  first  positive  father  figure  she’s  ever  had.

                 reggie scoffs a little at the remark, his eyes rolling only slightly —- “ oh, come on ; you don’t have to pull out your playground insults, lodge. we both know you find me very attractive & would jump my bones given the chance, ” he replaces his smirk with a bite of his lip, leaning closer to the girl. “ don’t worry —- late at night, i don’t think of anyone else wiping the smile off my face, other than you, v, ” he runs a hand through his own hair, stepping back just a little. he was mostly attracted to the challenge of the raven - haired girl at this point; the northsider had constantly found himself drawn to anyone presenting any type of adversary toward him ( and maybe this was in part to his competitive nature of handling things ) —- veronica lodge was specifically no exception to this.

TIME  HURRIES  AWAY  ,  PASSING  QUICKER  THAN  UNEASY  HOPES  HUNG  ON  IT  TO  BE     ━━     no  rush  for  the  inevitable  reunion  and  there  wasn’t , in reality  .  there  was  a  sweet  pea  on  constant  edge , however  .  a  sweet  pea  that  seemed  to  do  nothing  but  wait  as  familiar  faces  trickled  by ,  waiting  for  that  one  cherubic  mug  to  RATTLE  the  serpent  back  into  misshape       /       hasn’t  quite  been  in  shape  at  all  but  certain  outbursts  were  somewhat  suppressed  as  of  late  .  ones  that  had  pinched  nerves  set  ablaze  scorching  through  the  park  and  wreck  havoc  contained  - at  times -   in  his  own  trailer  if  not  a public  fit  somewhere   ;   wild - eyed  ,  distraught  and  inebriated  to  a point  he’ll  grumble  all  day  over  and  evade  concerned  gazes  from  his  own  chosen  blood   .    he  had  a  plan  for  it  ,  too     ━━     not  exactly  official  but  it  included  avoiding  her  ,  initiated  just  a  few  days  ago  by  avoiding  the  speakeasy  and  the  northside  in  it’s  entirety  for  that  matter  .  the  news  of  a  lodge  arrival  should  get  to  him  soon  enough  and  by  then  he  could  be  ready  to  face  the  brows  mug         (     keyword:  could  .  might  works  as  an  alternative ,  as well         )       it’s  not  brilliant  and  pea’s  aware  of  that       -       it’s  childish  ,  stupid  ,  cowardly .  it’s  pathetic   -  IT’S  FUGGIN’  SWEET  PEA  ,  one  could  even  dare  to  synonimize   !   it’s  everything  he  seemed  to  resemble  ever  since  that  very  damned  night  an  unruly  mind  could  barely  summon  back  to  recount           -        blissfully  and  guiltily  so       -       &  yet  ,  he  still  had  some  vapid  faith  it  could  work     ━━     until  she  fucking  stopped  by  .   dadrock  lowers  into  a  familiar  tone  and   his  blood  pressure  nearly  follows  suit  when  all  immediately  registers       /       swears  he  could  hear  her  face ,  knows  he’s  doomed  and  he  is  ,  alright   ;   when  he  turns  and  peers  into  that  poised  gaze  of  hers  that  did  exactly  as  expected   .   ‘  a  text  would’ve  been  just  fine  but  sure  ,  i’’d  miss  this  tin can ,  too  .  ’  said  with  the  smallest  grin  he  could  muster,  humoring  this  hellish  reunion  and  being  unfair  but  he’s  deflecting  off  not  only  the  rattled  state  he’s  in  but  parts  of  what  he  desperately  leapt  to  grasp  at  from  what  he’d  just  heard         /         will  obsessively  mull  it  over  on  the  toilet  soon   .  ‘  i’ve  got  time  if  you  do  .  ’  stuckmatized  limbs  lighten  to  walk  over  and  across  her  towards  the  car  that  he     (     once       )     tended  to  more  than  he  did  his  own  truck  .  ‘  anyone  else  waitin’  on  you  back  home tonight  ?  ’  doesn’t  notice  the  telling  else  slipping  as  he  pops  the  hood  open  .  ‘  cooper  ?  keller  ?  your  people  ?  ’    unnecessary  ,  stupid  ,  childish  ,  cowardly  .

ANGEL’S eyes scanned the area, ( full of books and distressed carpets )  flushed cheeks crimson red as she panted. The girl had been running, but she was trying her best to look unbothered, though, that was a bit hard considering her appearance. She noticed a figure in the corner of her eye, it was late – she didn’t think she’d see anyone around here. ‘’H-hi, are you closed?’’ she questioned in the dark, pretty sure it was a janitor. 

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FP was down at the speakeasy cleaning up some last minutes things , all the kids  he saw grow up had all been gone for years but it was both humbling yet saddening the reason they had all comeback . He was about to close up when he heard footsteps coming down “Sorry, we’re closed”The ex serpent yelled out .

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“there are days I feel like I’m just getting started.” the city has made kevin feel more free, and veronica has seen how much freedom kevin can really absorb.there were times when he was going overboard, but those thoughts were pushed away with the next sip or music blaring over his obsessive thoughts. he couldn’t go new york kevin all the time in riverdale because this wasn’t the place. he knew that veronica was getting tired of that life, and respected that even though he felt exactly the opposite. his sunglasses were over his eyes, decked out in a button up and khakis. “you can keep in mind that we are both able to see people we haven’t seen in a long time.” kevin had a caramel latte with double shots of whip cream. he laughed at her words immediately after his sip. “ronnie, you know i’ll be there. all problems will just go away and i can live on an island?” if only things were that easy that he could just cause his problems to disappear without mentally trying to push them away. “my father keeps asking what trouble I get myself too and i’ve been telling him that i’m too nerdy to go out.”

“ Say agent provacateur again. “ his teasing manner was paired with a clever glint in his eyes. “ i heard about that and more. i can’t say i’m shocked about the name you’ve made for yourself here, you were never average. sadly, my presence here has nothing to do with your undergarments, veronica. although you do have great taste. i’d offer to give it back but it’s one of my most prized possessions. “ the playful grin that danced across his face proved that he was joking but in all seriousness, he did still have ronnie’s bra. it was probably hiding in a box full of other things that didn’t particularly have a place but he definitely still had it. “ i accept trade - ins. “

                 reggie hadn’t felt much grief upon the death of pop tate — he had never really felt grief for anything, and it sure wasn’t going to be for a man that owned a diner he ate at a few times a month. but, nonetheless, he made his way to pop’s chocklit shoppe, just like every other mourner in the town of riverdale. he opened the door to the familiar ding & immediately sighted a figure that he hadn’t seen in a while —- “ veronica lodge, ” reggie spoke with a smirk on his face, coming up behind the girl and standing beside her, propping himself against the bar. “ aren’t you still as beautiful as ever ? figured you’d be down in the speakeasy sucking off some serpent by now. ” @blvejasmine