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TEEN CHOICE AWARD NOMINATIONS (REBLOG TO GET THE WORD OUT)
#ChoiceTvShip #Bughead
#ChoiceLipLock @ lilireinhart and @colesprouse
#ChoiceTvDramaActress @ lilireinhart
#ChoiceTvDramaActor @colesprouse
Endgame
⢠Hey there, Juliet
⢠I know who you are
⢠I believe you, Jughead.
⢠Youâre so much stronger than all the white noise.
⢠I love Jughead.
⢠Iâm not letting Riverdale civil war split us apart.
⢠I love you Betty Cooper.
⢠Jughead jones, I love you.
⢠I support you.
⢠Betty Cooper, you are a sight for sore eyes.
⢠You did the one thing that could actually hurt me.
⢠I never stopped loving you, Iâm not sure I can.
⢠I canât let that happen to you.
⢠For my beloved.
⢠Youâre the only person I can talk to about this.
⢠Every decision Iâve made since our breakup, including our break up, just makes things worse and worse.
⢠I know, I know you can.
⢠Or you could stay⌠Stay.
Her stomach hurt, an empty almost hollow aching right at the core of her body. She was sore for reasons she didnât even know, it almost seemed as though her entire being was shutting down, giving up.
Sheâd wanted to believe in him, to believe in them.
âI support you Jughead, Whatever you need to do.â
Her words flooded the dull throbbing in her brain, she had meant it that night at the hospital, the rain hitting the concrete, She had meant every single word she had said that night..but this?
This was huge, This was bigger than drugs, bigger than a fist fight in a bar, he had sliced the skin off of a womanâs arm, a terrible, miserable nightmare of a woman, but a human none the less. Betty could still picture Jugheads red rimmed eyes and shaking lips as he told her what he had done, so far away from her on his living room couch, the quiet of the empty trailer making it even harder to breathe. She could see the pain etched in the dark purple bags under his eyes, the guilt worn in the lines of his face.
She wasnât even certain why she had told him, maybe it was because she felt as though she owed him, he was opening up, telling her the things she hadnât been there for, it was only fair she told him. So she did.
She told him everything, from finding her brother in a hostel and carrying home his bleeding body, to the video that had seemed so important, a black wig and lacy bra, her hands trailing over her body, the viewers leaving comments calling her beautiful, asking her to take off her top. The thought made her sick now with the boy she loved sitting right beside her, his silence deafening.
They had both made such horrible mistakes influenced by their environment, choices inevitable amongst the growing chaos that always seemed to surround them. Maybe there was no going back, maybe there was no moving forward, they were stuck.
Stuck in silence.
So Betty left, she picked up her pointed pink heels, buttoned her brand new grey pea coat and kissed Jughead on the cheek, his eyes trained on the floor. It felt like goodbye, not quite closure but something in between, he had wanted it to stick and perhaps.. perhaps this time it had.
Thats what brought her here, bare feet tucked under her bottom, her front porch was cool to the touch and it felt good against the skin exposed by her pajama shorts. Her mother was asleep inside, Chic had finally gone to his room , he had been watching her from the living room window, she didnât know where her father was, she never did. she was alone now. Always alone.
It was funny really, she had been so happy just a few months ago. Desperately in love and loved right back, she had new friends and old ones, she was finding herself. And nowâŚnow she was lost, forgotten and restless, pain vibrating from her bruised palms to the stillness of her heart.
And then she heard it.
It started off low, a rumble of something familiar in the distance, not too loud but loud enough to make her stomach stir, loud enough to bring her to her feet.
And then she saw it.
Black chrome and leather, it slowed a few houses down, she knew he was afraid the roar of the motorcycle would wake her mother. When the helmet left his head Betty finally let the tears she had been holding in for so long fall to her cheeks, her hair loose around her shoulders whipping in the wind.
Jughead stopped for a moment, his feet stumbling slightly, he hadnât been expecting her to be waiting, she hadnât even realized that she was. She always was, always for him.
He found his footing, faster this time, almost frantically he moved towards her. In an instant she was wrapped up in newly muscled arms, the smell of dryer sheets and tobacco filling her nose. He was pressing against her, tight and desperate, his nose burying itself into her hair as his breathing settled.
âI love you.â He whispered âI love you so much. Iâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry for what Iâve done, Who Iâm becoming. I canât do this without you, I donât want to do this without you. I love you Betty Cooper. I love you.â It was raw and so incredibly real that Betty had to pull away, just to see his eyes to memorize this moment.
She echoed his words back âI love you, I love you Jughead Jones. Iâm sorry, I lost you for a while, I lost myself and I lost you. I canât do this without you either.. I need you.â
Something like a groan fell from Jugheads lips and soon enough his fingers were tangled in her hair and his mouth was on hers.
It had been so long, This was new to them, sure that night of the jubilee, kitchen counters and slamming teeth, that had been passionate, but this? This was something neither of the two had experienced before, it was almost animalistic. Bettyâs fingers digging into the back of Jugheads red checked jacket, Jughead nipping at the soft skin of Bettyâs neck, there would definitely be Bruises in the morning. The beautiful blonde pulled away with a whimper, Jugheads hands clutched her hips tighter, he wasnât ready to let go, neither was she.
âMeet me upstairs.â She whispered, green eyes shining with something foreign.
He didnât hesitate before he was heading For the ladder propped on her window, he turned back one last time calling to her softly as she touched the door handle. âBetty?â
The beautiful blonde turned quickly, a curious smile on her lips
âYeah Juggie?â She whispered.
His eyes scanned her body, love and adoration shining through âNothing⌠nothing at all.. Iâll see you upstairs Juliet.â
She smiled that heartbreakingly perfect smile
âYou got it Romeo.â
Bughead
The fact they canât stay away from each other when they broke up, and even gave each other the cutest gifts makes me so happy.
Shipping
I just donât get why we are hating on each other about ships. I mean let people ship who they wanna ship, you hate Bughead? Fine Idc I love them and for me theyâre the best. You love Barchie/Cheronica/Beronica/Tughead/Jarchie/Varchie/Charchie then I would never try and do something to offend you. Why canât we just focus on our own ships instead of comparing them to other ones. We are fighting over something which in my eyes is bullshit. We all have in common that we love Riverdale, so letâs love Riverdale together instead of hating on each other.