#dailyjeronica

Jeronica Riviera au (and I reccomend to listen this to get this au’s mood;) )

Forsythe Pendleton Jones III knows that the Jonses wealth is built on crime, that’s why he decided to distance himself from the family business becoming a writer. But when after his father’s death in a yacht accident Veronica Lodge, daughter of yacht’ owner who also perished in same incident, contact him and claims that he can trust noone ‘cause that wasn’t a casuality but a planned murder he can’t back off.

“Is this not how this conversation went?” (Part Two)

Social Casualty//Jeronica

Veronica had enough of her parents games.

If they want to get a divorce, let them.

She was tired of constantly being the one that held her family together.

At eighteen she should be exploring herself in her young adulthood, not worrying about her parents drug rings and mutual destruction. She knew that it wouldn’t be so easy to run away so she went to the only person she knew that could help her disappear.

“Veronica Lodge. Never thought I’d see you in this part of town.” Jughead, after giving the title of ‘Serpent King’ back to his father, had begun to mature. However, Veronica always brought out his snarky side.

“Not my usual purlieu but…” Veronica didn’t know how to ask Jughead for this big of a favor. They are no longer opposing each other but it’s not like they are exactly close either. They enjoyed their intense banter but never went beyond that. “I need a favor.”

Jughead immediately half stepped back in surprise. Of the many things Veronica has asked of him, she’s never asked for a favor. When she wanted something she bulldozed her way through any obstacle to get it on her own. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“I need to get away from Riverdale.” Veronica said with an exasperated sigh. “ I thought after graduation life would get easier but with my parents divorce, my father overtaking Pop’s and being cut off I can’t take it anymore. I am tired of my parents taking every good thing in my life and poisoning it until I have nothing left. They destroy everything they touch. I don’t want to be another social casualty.”

Jughead was reeling with shock and confusion. “Why should I help you? For years you tried to convince me that your parents were good people. Why the change of heart?” Jughead didn’t want to get mixed up in the Lodge’s family’s drama.

“My family has made it quite clear that they are broken beyond repair. They are trying to groom me to be the perfect mob daughter and yet refuse to even try to keep the family together. I am begging you; save me from who I’m supposed to be.” Veronica said desperately.

Jughead’s heart broke for her. Her parents desire for power obviously outweigh their love for their daughter. It was terrible that she was caught in the middle of this. He still remembered what it was like after his mom and Jellybean left. After he took a deep breath he quietly said “I’ll do it.”

“Sorry?”

“We leave at midnight. Pack light and carry some cash.”

“We’re really doing this?”

I’ve had an idea in the back of my head for a long time that I’ve bounced back and forth with my muse.

A family Jeronica fic. Angsty and all of that kind of thing, but a falling back in love kinda fic. Mom!Veronica and Dad!Jughead sharing a little boy as well as trying to work through their love for each other.

I’ve written a prologue and first chapter but I would really, really love to know if I should continue it!

It’s called: See My Heart (I decorate it like a grave) and I’ve posted the first parts on AO3!

Here’s a glimpse of the Prologue:

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The reality is that we’re standing in the room that Cheryl and Toni gave to me because I can’t afford shit and I have nowhere to go. In true Jughead Jones fashion, I exhausted my time on the couch of my best friend. Archie and Betty would have never said it, but laying amidst their domestic bliss probably tainted it at some point. I stand in front of the woman that I love with my whole heart, the heart that has so many invisible cracks and dents, it only functions when I’m in her zone, with my son. Two parts of my whole heart. I live for every second weekend and dinners every second day with the little six year old boy who has missing teeth and jet black hair. My life has come crashing down. It’s a mundane excuse, but it’s my birthday and I use it as protection again.

The more she hurts me with her words, the more she knows I’m hers. Eventually teeth are crashing with mine, clicking against each other. Her angry hands are on my skin, moving my jeans down my legs.

There’s a sense of relief when she takes her next breath, right there in my ear with my tongue on her neck. I follow her lead when she’s on her knees with soft lips around me. Sometimes I wish it never ends up like this. Most of the time I know my heart couldn’t survive if we didn’t end up like this.

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Jeronica 10Things I Hate About You 

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEIhwQyPmf8)

But Darling, Who Ever Said That Love Was Fair? /Chapter Eleven/

Summary: 

“Do you ever regret things?” Jughead asks once they’ve reached the sidewalk, his eyes turning serious. 

He’s been getting into moods like this recently, moods with nostalgia filled thoughts and wonderings about what-ifs. What if things had been different. What if happiness could have been reached without having to go through the darkness. The questions scare Veronica sometimes, and she silently curses his English Lit. professor for asking him to write a short-story inspired by his high-school years; but then Jughead will look at her with a reassuring smile and give her a kiss that isn’t so much reassuring as it is knee-weakening, and then she feels better. So Veronica grips his hand tightly, answers as carefully as she can.