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* SERPENTSPRINCE !
She was hisbreath of fresh air. It didn’t matter what the situation was or where he was,he’d always be excited to see her. Now, when he was missing her every day, the excitementwas stronger, he’d never thought he’d be so happy to see someone. “ Don’t youalways?” It wasn’t important whether or not his classmates were around, hewould have gotten away with her or kicked Bret out of their shared room. Thepeople around here couldn’t understand what he and Betty had, for it seemed asif the only thing of importance to them was the prizes. But he already had Betty Cooper in his armswhich meant he was the one true winner. “ The onlything I need to concentrate on is you.” His confession was sincere, they’velost too many hours they could have spent together already. All of his homeworkcould wait, all of the mysteries he had to solve could be put on hold. When sheentered the room, everything else disappeared. Everything else was a simple inconvenience.“ Do not even think that I would do homework while you are here. I am so gladyou came.” He repeated again as he placed another gentle kiss on her lips. His armswere still securely wrapped around her waist, eyes drinking her in as if she’ddisappear if he blinked. “ Then I shall take you there, Juliet. We can dowhatever you want.” As long as she was here to keep him company, they couldjust lay on the small bed and listening to the silence of the room and herheartbeat would be enough for him. “ I already found a place. It has yourfavorite pizza.”
A WEEKEND WITH EACH OTHER WAS PRECISELY WHAT THEY BOTH NEEDED . the pressure of everything else could simply fade into the background, at least for a little while. being around him again, she felt like she could breathe a little easier. being at the cooper jones house without him was odd and uncomfortable if she was completely honest so an escape from it and into his arms was more than welcome to her. his confession causes a smile to bloom on her lips.
she knows he must have plenty of work to do for his classes or writing to get to so she appreciated that he was able to set it aside for a while. after all, they rarely got to see one another since he had been at stonewall prep. they were fortunate if they were able to spend the weekend together. initially it had been a little easier but as circumstances got more intense and as work piled on, it became more difficult to get to each other. she understood, of course, it counted for the both of them but it certainly wasn’t the best situation.
in his secure embrace, she felt completely safe, all worries or concerns she had seemed to melt away in that small dorm room, in his arms. ❝ that sounds just perfect, juggie. ❞ her voice soft as her forehead rests against his, taking in this fortunate moment they had, just the two of them. perfect. a word usually in any circumstance she would despise and yet with him, it just fit.
* CHAOSBLOSSOMED !
In the months following the Farm’s disappearance from the bastille formerly owned by the Sisters ( a mass exodus, save for lonely emissary Kevin Keller, abandoned in the heart of his overlord’s fearsome citadel ), things had somewhat returned to a state of unnatural quiet. A costly facade of peace, beneath which there resided an enduring storm of unrest, nightmares, uncertainty for the little known fate of everyone else who’d vanished on the eve of Edgar’s portended ascension.
Alongside Jason, his still, pallid form still sitting where she’d left him the morning before, Cheryl had more than once quietly found herself ruminating over every tenuous hypothesis, out loud ——- if Polly had regained any shred of her sanity, with the help of her mother. If Evelyn had, in some indistinct fashion, gotten what she’d deserved in recompense for the pain she’d inflicted, and the torture she’d enabled.
( If anyone had survived at all. )
At Betty’s news, Cheryl felt herself slacken against the bathroom door, and her head loll back against the lacquered cherry oak; Sighed, like the weight of her worry had shifted from the midpoint of her chest. Like someone had finally removed the dagger the Evernevers had twisted into her back. “ I pray you’re right, Betty Cooper, ” she whispered, a harrowed hush, weighted by her steadfast guilt. “ And… truth be told, despite my valiant escape the night my banshee-esque mother hunted you and our chums at Thornhill… I truly regret not coming to your aid sooner. ”
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THE SIGH CHERYL EMITS , THE BLONDE CAN’T HELP BUT SHARE . there’s a relief in passing on this news, lifting this burden in what she hoped was finally the end. betty prayed cheryl was right too. evelyn was surely still out there but . . . how much trouble could she truly cause without edgar and from her position ? surely it was alright, it was at least the last thing on betty’s mind right now.
that relief she had felt a brief moment ago vanished and her body stiffened. chery’s words were surprising, unsuspecting, catching the blonde off guard. although, to be fair, cheryl and betty had come a long way from where they used to be. the recollection of that night, of her time at the farm causes her to feel as though her blood runs cold. shaky breaths escape her lips and there’s a pressure on her chest that makes her want to scream. unsteady fingers lift to clutch the kitchen counter near her as if it would cause the emotions, the memory, to stop.
from her mother almost dying, abandoning her, selling their home, making her think those awful things, to living at the farm, to having sessions, to almost being harvested, to that night of being hunted, and everything inbetween.
her eyes shut tight to stop the world from spinning out from under her. she can’t help but find it odd, it hadn’t really hit her until now that it was completely over. a moment later, she finds her words, finds her grip. she wants to apologize but instead, finds something else. ❝ it’s okay, it’s not something you should put on yourself. besides, i don’t think it’s anything anyone could have prevented from happening. ❞ none of them could have stopped it, even betty herself almost didn’t, it was all in motion long ago.
* SERPENTPRINCE !
“ Are you sure?” the question was ready on his lips the moment she spoke, her answer was truthful but he didn’t know if someone hadn’t already placed the seeds of doubt inside of Betty’s mind. They had less free time, the nights they’ve spent together during the past month were not many – he could count them on his fingers and for them being away from each other was an anachronism. What if she believed that he was capable of changing in order to fit into his school’s new standards. His brows furrowed, he didn’t realize that Bret’s words and his cruelty had affected her that much – she was strong enough on her own but together? They were an unstoppable force. His tongue wetted his dry lips as he immediately shook his head. “ Do you think I would let him?” he whispered as his hands gently held into her shoulder. “ Betty.. I would never let Bret hurt you, only over my dead body. Do you understand that? I will never let him realize the tape. He won’t do that. You might be scared of what he is capable of but I promise he would fear me before he even has the thought of realizing it.”
HIS QUESTION DOESN’T MISS A BEAT . ❝ yes, of course i’m sure. ❞ her response is just as ready as his. she doesn’t want him to have a reason to doubt her or her love for him. even though the two of them didn’t have as much time together anymore, that hadn’t changed their feelings. sure, being apart from him was agonizing; however, that didn’t change her thoughts of him. she knew jughead, she knew the two of them together.
lips press themselves together as she listens to him, her signature pink perfection color is smudged in her disheveled state. his reassurances surround her and as hands rest on her shoulders, her gaze finds him. her head feels heavy yet she forces herself to keep it up, to keep him in her sights, to really hear him. betty knows the kind of things jughead is capable of, she’s seen it firsthand. shaky breath exhales through her mouth as hands clasp together in her lap tightly, almost pinching.
❝ i know you wouldn’t let him. ❞ she repeats softly because she does, she knows, so what’s wrong with her ? why does she feel this way ? ❝ i can’t help but be scared of what he’s capable of, he’s . . . unpredictable. ❞ she went head to head with him before multiple times and there’s something about bret that sends a shiver down her spine. promise, i promise. she tries to switch gears because she knows jughead is serious, he means it and she trusts him. ❝ how are we going to get it back then ? ❞
“ YOU KNOW YOU’RE CUTE WHEN YOU’RE TELLIN’ ME OFF, but if my sheriff dad can’t stop me from causin’ trouble, then some cute blonde with a ponytail ain’t gonna stop me either, ”
@jrnalst // STARTER CALL : ACCEPTING
HUFF ESCAPES PINK PERFECTION LIPS , BROWS NARROWING AT HIS STUBBORNNESS. ❝ it’s not supposed to be cute. ❞ she retorted although she knows she isn’t going to get through to him, she never could. her mind brushes past his comment, cute, was it supposed to be flattering ? a compliment ? or distraction attempt? ❝ fine, if it won’t stop you then . . . ❞ there’s a bit of a hesitance, a reluctance as hands clutch the soft fabric of her pastel skirt before she finds renewed courage. ❝ then i’m going with you. ❞ whatever trouble he had in mind, he wasn’t going alone and maybe if she accompanied him, she could stop something.
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Betty Cooper says he got what he deserved.
* YOURPALJUGHEAD !
❛ You are really something, ❜ he said, almost like a whispered confession, amazed that she existed and even more that she existed in his life. She made him feel so brave about the things he felt and the things he wanted out of life. He had spent so much time watching her in his own quiet way that he almost felt like he knew her, and yet not at all, like a mystery he wanted to chase after. Find every answer, as much as she’d share with him, at her own pace and his own — together. It felt like such a magical thing.
It was no time at all when they pulled up to the dirt road that led them towards the lookout point, and even less when he found his favorite spot open ( but it was always open when he came here, luckily ). He knew teens came here all the time to share time together ( a polite way of saying make out ) but he always found the right hour when everyone had gone home for the night. That’s how he liked Riverdale — quiet, empty, as though he were the only one living there. Until now, of course, when he wanted to share that solitude with Betty.
The car engine cut with the turn of his key, and he looked over at her, that smile still on his face with eyes soft, thankful.
❛ Ready ? ❜
HER HEART FEELS AS IF IT’S BEEN CAUGHT IN HER THROAT AT HIS STATEMENT . there’s a light smile on her lips, brows furrowing in amused disbelief. her ? really something ? she should be saying that to him, she wasn’t all that much. she was a waitress and a dreamer and she was letting herself fall into this possibility with him, something she wanted, something she dreamed of. but there was an endearing quality in his voice, in his expression that told her he meant it. there’s a bit of a stammering before her response. ❝ thank you. ❞ her words are soft, accompanied by a light flush in her cheeks, caught off guard.
soon enough, they were there, her eyes taking in their surroundings. if she was honest, she didn’t get out to see the sights too much and as they approached the location, her expression filled with awe. ❝ oh wow. ❞ soft remark is made under her breath, it’s gorgeous even from inside the car. surprisingly enough, it was quite quiet, rather empty as if the lookout point had reserved itself especially for them that evening, like it was somehow theirs.
her attention finds its way back to him as the engine cuts, gaze meeting his and she nods. ❝ of course. ❞
* SERPENTSPRINCE !
In for thelong haul, he remembered the worst he had whispered to her but he forgot thathe had to ask who was the one defining the duration of the haul itself and whodefined what long meant? When he got admitted to Stonewall, he remembered herbeing happy – she was the one who gave him the courage to stay, he wasconfident it wouldn’t affect their relationship in any way – they’ve been throughworse than long distance. However, it seemed as if he had underestimatedStonewall and its importance, how it could swallow him whole along with hertrust in him. Heswallowed, eyes trying to find hers. “ Stonewall is not my priority Please don’t use it as an excuse. .” He explained as hisfocus changed, attention given to her clasped hands. She was away from him,both physically mentally and even though they were in the same room, it felt asif they were in two different cities, two different continents and there wasalways some inconvenience on their way to a common understanding – the timezones, the fact Jughead often forgot and the fact she was slipping away fromhim. Maybe it was his fault that she felt less important than whatever wasgoing on in that preppy hell. He didn’t want that? “ Of what?Do you think I would betray you?” he questioned, both waiting for an honestanswer and not wanting to hear it. Maybe she did. Maybe Bret finally managed toget in the way of their relationship, maybe that’s why he wanted since thestart.
SO MUCH HAD CHANGED , SO MUCH HAD HAPPENED SINCE JUG HAD FIRST BEEN ACCEPTED TO STONEWALL . that wasn’t to say she didn’t still support him. he had her complete and utter trust. however, things at stonewall seemed as though they were becoming more complex, more dangerous and for a while there, it seemed like he was getting too involved, too implicated. there was so much to that place, so much that they were still unraveling.
❝ i know it’s not. ❞ she responds softly. admittedly, she did believe that for a period of time yet his recent actions at the chess match proved otherwise. she allows her gaze to shift to him, trying to bridge the physical gap she was unconsciously putting between them.
her expression twists and she shakes her head. ❝ no, no, of course i don’t think that. ❞ quick to respond, quick to clear up his questioning. ❝ i’m scared of what could happen if he has a tape of us, jug. what if he releases that ? ❞ she’s fighting the habit to let her thoughts consume her, fighting her body’s plead to let that agony out. ❝ that’s why i was so desperate to find it without waiting for you and i didn’t want to tell you because you shouldn’t have to deal with that. ❞
a sigh leaves her, head shaking slightly as her gaze resigns away from him. guilt floods her for a reason she can’t pinpoint. what was bret capable of ?
@jrnalst asked : ❛ i always get myself into this mess. ❜ [ betty ]
, a soft chuckle beckons , as you look at her with amusement . knew her like others did in the school . miss betty cooper , famous for her articles and majorily impressed by her talent in baseball , “ i mean i’ve never really pictured you the type to GET INTO a mess , anything i can do to help ? “
IT WASN’T EXACTLY INTENTIONAL TO BE HEARD , IT WAS MORE OF A MUTTER . therefore, when none other than peter kavinsky answered, she was genuinely caught off guard. oddly enough, he was perhaps the best person she could have crossed paths with for her dilemma. her mouth quirks up at the side at his comment although she’s not surprised, the golden girl was definitely not pictured as one that would get into a mess. ❝ actually, yes. ❞ she straightens herself.
❝ would you be willing to help me with a piece for the blue & gold ? ❞ she inquires and is quick to clarify. ❝ i’m writing a piece about the latest lacrosse match. i’d like to make it more interesting, try to take a new, more personal perspective. would you be willing to show me the ropes ? ❞ betty cooper was sporty; however, her specialty did not lie in lacrosse, other sports were more her calling so perhaps he could assist her.
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“ you don’t have to hide your tears from me . ” “ you’re doing great , okay ?? i mean it . ” “ you are so strong . ” “ please don’t ever give up . ” “ i will always believe in you . ” “ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ” “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ” “ you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . ” “ just listen to my heartbeat , okay ?? ” “ come on , take a deep breath . it’s gonna be alright . ” “ please , just hold me . ” “ you always meant the world to me . i’m sorry i let you forget that . ” “ i never stopped loving you . ” “ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ” “ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ” “ i forgive you . ” “ you are so fucking powerful . ” “ i’m not leaving you here . ” “ i trust you more than anyone else in this universe . ” “ it’s okay to be confused . nobody has all the answers . ” “ i’m so , so sorry . you didn’t deserve that . ” “ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” “ you can admit that you’re hurting . it’s okay to not be okay . ” “ hold my hand ?? ” “ you are my home . ” “ no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me . ” “ don’t worry . i’ll protect you . ” “ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ” “ don’t talk about yourself like that . ” “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ” “ you are loved . ” “ i just need a hug . ” “ i’ll destroy anything that so much as thinks of harming you . ” “ don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are . ” “ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ” “ well , hello sleeping beauty . you fell asleep on me . ” “ if you don’t take your butt back to bed , i will carry you there myself . ” “ i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to . ” “ i hate seeing you like this … please , let me help . ” “ you are & always will be precious to me . ” “ i can’t believe that asshole said that to you . it’s not true , you know . ” “ you want me to punch him in the face ?? ” “ you deserve every good thing in the world . ” “ you know i always have your back . ” “ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ” “ stop apologizing , okay ?? i’ve already told you i’ve forgiven you a hundred times now . ” “ don’t beat yourself up over this . be kind to yourself , it’s not your fault . ”

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* CHAOSBLOSSOMED !
In an instant, a long awaited rush of emotion that had seemed like nothing but an unreachable, impossible conclusion to one of the worst chapters in her life, Cheryl felt a surge of relief ——— a startling, nauseating alleviation in the ache that had settled in her chest ever since the night she’d watched Toni flee for her life.
A twinge in the pit of her stomach that almost made her want to turn back, to retreat through the bathroom door just to reassure herself of her chérie’s safety. A certain breathlessness that she could have attributed solely to her exhaustion, the relentlessness of her struggle with demons that had thrived amongst the Blossom estate’s maple groves for years, if only the sickness Edgar had awoken in her hadn’t returned with her.
Fingertips skittering along the edge of the sink, where the curvature of its porcelain veneer met the base of the faucet, Cheryl retracted.
Drew back, once she’d found the strength to react; An almost restful sigh, chased by the first loathsome name, tethered to the geriatric whelk responsible for just as much pain as the man she’d followed over countless allegorical cliff faces, that had instantly come to mind.
“ What of Evelyn and the others? ” she breathed, and gripped the phone in her trembling hand just a fraction tighter. “ Fangs…. Pollykins… every last one of them were just as enraptured as T.T and I. ”
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BETTY IS SILENT , FOR CHERYL AND FOR HERSELF . she waits patiently for a reaction, an inquiry, anything. ❝ evelyn is in prison, all the others like her are with her and everyone else, all of those innocents, they were let go. ❞ she started before drawing a deep breath. polly.
her stomach turns, her heart drops, and she feels hot, uncomfortable. ❝ polly . . . ❞ her brows draw together. she’s thinking about that day polly was sent to her, that bomb strapped to her chest. the terror, the adrenaline, the desperation as she tried to save her sisters life. ❝ polly is at shady grove treatment center. ❞ there’s a slight pain in her heart. her sister had been through so much and it never seemed to end for her. well, technically, it never seemed to end for any of them. as much as betty wished her sister was home, she knew polly was where she needed to be.
❝ i don’t think we need to worry about the farm anymore. ❞ then again, this was riverdale where the dead didn’t stay dead and somehow the worst outcome seemed to be the only one. betty had learned to be a skeptic. more than anything, she was saying that reassurance for cheryl. she wanted to believe it as well, she wanted to believe that nightmare was over. at the very least, she could guarantee they didn’t have to worry about edgar evernever, that was someone who she could promise wouldn’t come back. as for the others, they’d just have to hope the prison system would do its job.
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