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They say, "You're a little much for me You're a liability You're a little much for me"

[mamajcnes-blog]

People always said that nursing wasn’t just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

[slice-of-the-axe]

Trying to avoid all eye contact as she bandaged the wound on his arm, Axel sighed thinking back to the fight he’d had last night. Of course, he’d won as per usual, but that didn’t mean that the much bigger male hadn’t left some damage. “I got a crate dropped on me at my job.” Rolling his eyes at her comment, he looked down at the floor. “I got in a brawl, simple.” Which he got paid for. Which was illegal.

[mamajcnes-blog]

Gladys pursed her lips nodded, giving Axel a look of surprised approval. “You're like the first kid that actually told me the truth. That takes balls.” There was no doubt on his mind that this kid was a southsider. Scrappy, but honest at least and as everyone knew honesty wasn't exactly something northsiders excelled in. “The other kid better look worse than you do.”

[fforsythia-blog]

mamajcnes:

People always said that nursing wasn’t just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

jellybean didn’t have that much of an interest in school, she was starting to be bored by it.

she wanted to be out in the real world, doing real world things like her parents. so when the opportunity arose for her to go to the nurses office, she took it with both hands. a pout appeared on her lips, when her mother spoke. it was clear that she didn’t believe her. “I’m to lying! i did a hundred percent throw up in the toilets, you can ask the girls in there – although they’ll of flushed the sick away by now”.

[mamajcnes-blog]

“Oh really?”, Gladys asked with raised brows, barely able to keep her face in check as a smile threatened to break through. She knew her daughter better than most people - or liked to think that at least, because honestly, which mother that thought she knew her daughter well actually knew her daughter well? One way or another, she saw right through the petite brunette. “That's too bad. Because I was actually thinking that we could stop by at Pop's after school for some burgers and milkshakes. But when your stomach's upset, we should probably drive straight home and get you some toast and tea instead?”

[misterturnip]

mamajcnes:

The only point that Archie had was that people were playing tug-of-war with Jughead. He wasn’t his family, but neither were the serpents. At least that last thing they could agree upon. Still, his words might have struck a nerve. The second she left Riverdale behind, she did not look back, not for a second. She didn’t know what had been going on and even now she had to force herself to care. “Did you?” She looked at him cooly, not even bothered by his words, rather bothered by the level of entitlement he was portraying. “I was six hundred miles away, trying to give my daughter a future. What’s your excuse?”

“Jughead is FP’s son through and through. He was meant to end up just like his father from the second he was born.” Not something she usually said, but something she had thought so often since the boy was born, something she knew for sure when he was charged with arson as a ten-year-old, something she was even surer of now that she saw him with that damn serpent jacket. “I did what I had to do to protect my daughter and I am not ashamed of that, Archie. And nothing you say can change that.”

“Yeah. I did. Who do you think took him in, Mrs. Jones?” Archie couldn’t control the things his father thought about Jughead but he could take pride in the fact that he did what he could when he found out, which was more than he could say about any of the other adults in his life. The most disappointing thing about growing up with Jughead was realizing how many people who were supposed to protect him, didn’t. 

“What the hell is wrong with you? He was just a kid who needed his mom and you abandoned him.” 

He flexed his fists at his sides, fury filling him like fire and consumed the ache in his heart he felt for Jughead as he glowered at Gladys with enough hurt and betrayal for the both of them. It made him wonder what Gladys told Jughead when she left. Had she lied? Or did he know that his own mother thought he was hopeless?

Archie straightened and advanced like a hound, puberty having loaned him enough height and stature to hover over her  and countless encounters with Hiram Lodge to make him a shadow of the man. “I may have not been able to keep him from joining the Serpents but you know what? At least I’ll still be here when you inevitably leave again. Question is why the hell did you even bother to come back?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

“And how long was it before you noticed?” Gladys knew the story. All of it. And she knew her son. Better than people like Archie Andrews gave her credit for. She might have not been there to see him grow up, but she knew all along the person he would turn into. A bystander. Like the narrator of a story, never really taking action in the plot. The kind of person to expect someone to hear words he never said. Waiting to be saved by someone where Gladys was strong enough to save herself.

“I did what was best.” She believed that. She knew it was true. Jellybean was a child. She was defenseless back than, long before she grew up to be the fierce young woman Gladys was so incredibly proud of. Someone who deserved better than to suffer through every day of her young life. Her brother was different. Jughead played a vital role in his own misery, drawn to self-destruction like a moth to a flame. “Sometimes in life, you have to do what it takes to survive. Get used to that idea.”

“I think it’s time for you to go back to class, Archie,” she stated simply, still staring him down even now that she decided their conversation was over. She was not going to budge and refused to be intimidated by whatever knight in shining armor Archie colored himself to be.

[scrpentprince]

mamajcnes:

“Thank you,” Gladys said, obviously calmer now as she began to eat. She didn’t mind the silence for a while, the cluttering of cutlery on porcelain the only noise in the room. It was nice while it lasted. Without that terrible jacket, it was almost too easy to pretend that Jughead was just a normal kid and they a normal family. But he wasn’t. And they weren’t.

Another thought pushed itself into Gladys’ mind she cleared her throat again, neatly putting her knife and fork down on the table. “I ran into Fred Andrews at the store today.” Folding her hands on the table, she kept her eyes trained on her son, trying to spot any change in posture, expression, something. “He told me to say hi to you and asked how you were doing because he hasn’t heard from you in a while. Isn’t that weird?” There was a fake empty laughter in her voice, a plastic smile settling on her lips. “I just thought it was funny because you told me you were staying with Archie for a while.”

Fred Andrews. Over the course of the past few weeks, that name alone had become enough to startle him. Ever since he found out how Fred Andrews really felt about him, that he was some lost cause, a weight dragging Archie down, man of the fond memories he had with the man who at times had been more of a father to him than FP had been replaced by a feeling of dread in his stomach.

“Oh,” was all he managed to answer has he was pushing his food around on his plate, not hungry. As she kept talking, his eyes kept focused on the plate, as if not looking at his mother made this any less real. As if it meant his heard was any less racing. As if it meant he wasn’t really scared. “I did. For a while.” Or a night, at least. “I’ve stayed at Toni’s place after that. She’s a friend from school.” Blatant lie, but hopefully at least good enough to calm his mother down a little.

[mamajcnes-blog]

“Can you even imagine how embarrassing it is when a stranger asks you where your son is sleeping and you don't even know? And that I had to ask your father to find out that you have barely spend a night here since I was away? What were you even thinking?!” Gladys was raising her voice now, just like she had raised her voice in this god damn trailer almost every night for years. He was spoiling it. The past few weeks had been fine with just Jellybean and FP and things were going fine and of course, Jughead had to spoil it. He didn't even want to be a part of the family, so why the hell was Gladys even still trying?

She hesitated, uncomfortably quiet for a moment, her voice calm when she spoke. “Toni? That Serpent girl?” Of course. She had known it all along. He was becoming his father and with each passing day, he was getting closer to it. She couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t keep sitting at the table and pretend to have a normal dinner so she got up and started pacing, once, twice, before walking towards her son, getting close, finger poking his chest as she spoke. “These people are not your family, Jughead!”

[misterturnip]

mamajcnes:

Gladys watched Archie carefully, shoulders straight, eyes not once leaving the ginger boy. He was different now. Not longer the lanky, innocent boy he used to be when she last saw him.

“Archibald Andrews, are you threatening me?” She narrowed her eyes at him, posture still stiff. She would not give in and she would refuse to be put under pressure by a high school student. “This is a family matter. You are not family. So stay out of it.” It was a reminder that he really seemed to need. No matter how close her son and this kid used to be, things were obviously different now. “If Jughead didn’t tell you why he is not in school, maybe he just doesn’t want you to know.”

“I know you don’t like me, Archie.” And the reason why was obvious. “Do you judge your own mother like that for leaving?”

Archie’s silence implicated him more than any answer. His father would be a disappointed in him but he didn’t care when the man had all but abolished his relationship with Jughead which was significantly worse in his eyes.

“You aren’t family either,” Archie snapped. He was pretty certain his entire life was about to be a series of verbal fist fights over who loved Jughead more and frankly, he was ready for each and every single one. “I’m real sick and tired of the people in his life jerking him around and taking advantage of the fact that he just wants to be loved by the people who keep throwing out ‘family’ and ‘blood’ like it actually means something to them.”

Incensed by the mention of his mother, Archie straightened and inflated indignantly. “And no, I don’t judge my mom because she didn’t run off to Toledo with my little sister and leave me alone with an alcoholic thug. Did you know he was homeless? And what FP did? What Jughead did to help his dad? How dare you think that you’re in any way comparable to my mom.”

[mamajcnes-blog]

The only point that Archie had was that people were playing tug-of-war with Jughead. He wasn't his family, but neither were the serpents. At least that last thing they could agree upon. Still, his words might have struck a nerve. The second she left Riverdale behind, she did not look back, not for a second. She didn't know what had been going on and even now she had to force herself to care. “Did you?” She looked at him cooly, not even bothered by his words, rather bothered by the level of entitlement he was portraying. “I was six hundred miles away, trying to give my daughter a future. What’s your excuse?”

“Jughead is FP's son through and through. He was meant to end up just like his father from the second he was born.” Not something she usually said, but something she had thought so often since the boy was born, something she knew for sure when he was charged with arson as a ten-year-old, something she was even surer of now that she saw him with that damn serpent jacket. “I did what I had to do to protect my daughter and I am not ashamed of that, Archie. And nothing you say can change that.”

[scrpentprince]

mamajcnes:

Looking at her son fill his plate, her brows knitted together into a small frown. She watched him in disdain for a long while, clearing her throat as Jughead was about to take his first bite of the dinner she prepared. “The hat, Jughead,” she pointed out, annoyance heavy in her voice. Was this really too much to ask; to have dinner like a proper family for once? “We’re having dinner. No hats at the dinner table.”

She waited for him to make a move, raised her eyebrows at him promptingly. “Take it off. And the jacket, too. Where are your manners?” Maybe it had been a bad idea to leave this kid alone with his father for so long after all. This was probably one of the many things he had copied from his father and it was time for him to relearn how to act in a funtioning household.

Jughead froze, half surprised, half shocked by her unusual request, trying to find out what it was about this situation that triggered his fight or flight reflex. “I, uh, don’t take the hat off. Ever.” What he had wanted to do was tell her off, but his words came out shaky and unsure, sounding a lot too much like asking for permission for his taste. 

Of course, his mother didn’t budge, features remaining frozen on her pale face and Jughead new that the discussion was over. “Okay, fine. Sorry.” Sorry for what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. But it felt like an appropriate thing to say as he shrugged off his jacket, for the first time ever feeling like he was actually shedding his skin. He hesitated one more time, looked at his mother’s still unchanged face before he pulled the hat off his head, tossed it on the sofa. Pushing his hair out of his face, he cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable in a way he hadn’t in a long time. 

[mamajcnes-blog]

“Thank you,” Gladys said, obviously calmer now as she began to eat. She didn't mind the silence for a while, the cluttering of cutlery on porcelain the only noise in the room. It was nice while it lasted. Without that terrible jacket, it was almost too easy to pretend that Jughead was just a normal kid and they a normal family. But he wasn’t. And they weren’t.

Another thought pushed itself into Gladys' mind she cleared her throat again, neatly putting her knife and fork down on the table. “I ran into Fred Andrews at the store today.” Folding her hands on the table, she kept her eyes trained on her son, trying to spot any change in posture, expression, something. “He told me to say hi to you and asked how you were doing because he hasn't heard from you in a while. Isn't that weird?” There was a fake empty laughter in her voice, a plastic smile settling on her lips. “I just thought it was funny because you told me you were staying with Archie for a while.”

[mamajcnes-blog]

northsideheartbeat:

Archie deadpanned at Gladys’ response and while his father had definitely taught him better about speaking to his elders, Archie hardly regarded Jughead’s parents as people, much less respectable elders. Still, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, flippantly punctuating their privacy within the room.

“Jughead hasn’t been at school for a week. He all but disappeared after I found out he wasn’t living at home anymore and I want to know what happened.” Approaching the desk, Archie felt a familiar darkness crawling up to his chest, screeching in delight that it was finally getting a chance to waken in lieu of Nick St. Clair. All that Archie could think about were all the times he’d ever seen Jughead hurt and think angrily to himself, ‘Who has he ever had to love him?’ 

(’Not her’, the darkness would reply.)

“You probably need this job since you’ve suddenly decided to come back, Mrs. Jones, so I suggest you tell me because I have a pretty terrible track record with Riverdale High’s staff.”

Gladys watched Archie carefully, shoulders straight, eyes not once leaving the ginger boy. He was different now. Not longer the lanky, innocent boy he used to be when she last saw him.

“Archibald Andrews, are you threatening me?” She narrowed her eyes at him, posture still stiff. She would not give in and she would refuse to be put under pressure by a high school student. “This is a family matter. You are not family. So stay out of it.” It was a reminder that he really seemed to need. No matter how close her son and this kid used to be, things were obviously different now. “If Jughead didn't tell you why he is not in school, maybe he just doesn't want you to know.”

“I know you don’t like me, Archie.” And the reason why was obvious. “Do you judge your own mother like that for leaving?”

[scrpentprince]

mamajcnes:

The opening door startled her slightly, causing her to almost drop the salad bowl she placed on the neatly set table. Uninvited guests. That was something she would have had to get used to again now that she was back in Riverdale. When she walked around the corner and was met by her son clad in some flannel shirt and his serpent jacket, she was even more surprised. Not just by him being there, but also by how much he started to look like his father. An unpleasant thought considering how the last few years had panned out.

She saw the disdain in his eyes but refused to let him to this. He didn’t get to walk out like that, not when she had promised to at least do her best to reconnect with her estranged son. Something that was promising to be a less than pleasant experience. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”, she offered with a small smile, trying hard to make it look like she was, well, actually trying. “Your father is at work, Jellybean is staying at a friend’s place. Join me.” Grabbing another plate, knife, and fork and placing it on the table, she took a seat and motioned at the now set free spot at the dinner table.

Jughead wanted to run. Suddenly what was supposed to be a quick errand turned into something that made him feel like a lamb led to the slaughter. He quickly ran through his possible options in his head only to come to the conclusion that there was no easy way out of this. At least none that would not make things even worse - even if it was hard to believe that that was actually possible.

“Okay,” he decided finally, sound almost meek as he took a seat at the table, shoulders tense and back straight. This was the first time he was alone with his mother. He trusted her enough as long as his dad was around, but being alone with her felt eery and strange. He watched her load her plate in silence, picking whatever bowl she was done with to fill his own. He hoped that this could someone turn into a quiet dinner without talking, without forced conversation. Maybe if he hurried up and wolfed down his food, he actually had a chance to get out of here before things went downhill.

[mamajcnes-blog]

Looking at her son fill his plate, her brows knitted together into a small frown. She watched him in disdain for a long while, clearing her throat as Jughead was about to take his first bite of the dinner she prepared. “The hat, Jughead,” she pointed out, annoyance heavy in her voice. Was this really too much to ask; to have dinner like a proper family for once? “We’re having dinner. No hats at the dinner table.”

She waited for him to make a move, raised her eyebrows at him promptingly. “Take it off. And the jacket, too. Where are your manners?” Maybe it had been a bad idea to leave this kid alone with his father for so long after all. This was probably one of the many things he had copied from his father and it was time for him to relearn how to act in a funtioning household.

[misterturnip]

mamajcnes:

People always said that nursing wasn’t just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

Folding his arms as he rested his weight against the doorway, Archie looked more like a shadow than a boy. Dark circles had become the newest accessory on his face, whether it be from losing sleep over Hiram Lodge and school work or from the unforgiving knuckles of a Serpent, Archie grew to accept that his face would probably never look the way it had.

That day, though, was different. When he found out that Mrs. Jones was joining their staff team, the first thing he did was tell Carson Matthews the beginning of a ‘your mom’ joke and ensured himself a trip to the nurse’s office for the next period. (It wasn’t even that bad, as Archie caught his fist in his mouth before he could really regret saying anything about Mrs. Matthews, who was, in his experience, a very nice lady.)

“Depends,” he said. “Are you going to tell me why Jughead isn’t sleeping at home?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

"I’m at work, Archie,” she deflected quickly by pointing out how obviously inappropriate his behavior was. This was a can of worms she did not want to open, especially not with Archie Andrews, the only friend of Jughead that she actually remembered. I believe that is a little too personal to be discussed now.”

Not like it was any of his business anyway. Gladys only found out where her son was spending his nights a couple of days ago, so who was Archie to have a right to know? “I'm sure if you ask him, he'll gladly tell you. He's your best friend.” It was an open statement, a question almost or a challenge, maybe a little bit of both. “Now why don't you let me take a look at that so you can go back to class?” Or at least out of her office.

[ofkindhearted]

mamajcnes:

People always said that nursing wasn’t just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

Ginger didn’t know much about the new nurse, but from the first glance, she could tell that she was a no bullshit kinda person. Which meant she should have expected that she didn’t buy her story about twisting her ankle on the stairs. “I pushed myself a little too hard during cheer practice and probably pulled a muscle or something.” Saying that felt like admitting defeat - something Ginger usually never did. “I’ve been off the team for a while and obviously overestimated myself.”

[mamajcnes-blog]

Gladys made an entirely unimpressed noise at the girl's explanation, figuring that at least now she was telling the truth. No one would make up such a lame story. Fixing the girl a cool pack and propping her leg up a little, decided to make some small talk as she slowly started to move her foot, trying to figure out where her pain limits were. “Have you ever considered picking up an actual sport?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

People always said that nursing wasn’t just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

[i-didnt-shoot-the-gun-deactivat]

Chewing on some gum, Thana looked down at the black burn mark on her hand. She knew perfectly well where it had come from, but she sure as hell wasn’t telling this old bird anything about it, with a huff of air she shrugged. “Guess I touched the boiling beaker by accident.” Thana had skipped science that day.

[mamajcnes-blog]

“Alright.”, Glady’s sighed. Apparently, some people still believed that being stubborn and lying to medical personnel was actually going to help them somehow. A completely unfounded believe, of course, but that’d didn’t seem to stop the girl. Collecting all the supplies she’d need to properly clean up the wound, she started talking without even turning around to face the blonde again. “You do know that boiling beakers don’t get hot enough to cause burns like this though, right?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

scrpentprince:

Jughead already half expected to hear the clattering of empty bottles and cans on the floor as he pushed the trailer door open. Instead, it was eerily quiet. He scoffed, scoffed at the idea of playing happy family again, scoffed at the memories of how many times they had tried before and scoffed at his parents and sister actually believing that this time, it would stick. It was ridiculous to him, how they couldn’t just finally admit that they were not a family anymore and hadn’t been in a long time. Maybe too long to go back to how things were. 

It’s been so long since Jughead had even set a foot into the trailer. The place was stuffy and crowded now that his mother and sister had moved back in with not nearly enough space to escapee the farce that was the Jones’ playing happy family. Instead, Jughead passed his nights at his friends’ places for as long as he can stand to bother them, drinking so much coffee at Pop’s that by the time it was time for school he was struggling to keep his eyes open and missing the Drive-In walking through the streets, convincing himself that he wasn’t even that tired. 

He wouldn’t even have come here if it hadn’t been to grab a few more clean clothes and didn’t notice his mother was home until he barged in, dropping his bag on the floor. “Oh,” he said, just standing there, frozen, feeling like an intruder in what used to be his own home. “I, uh, didn’t know anyone was home.” He took a second of the awkward silence to look around, nodding with fake appreciation when he noticed how clean the trailer was. “Place looks good. I’m just gonna grab some stuff and get going again.”

@mamajcnes

The opening door startled her slightly, causing her to almost drop the salad bowl she placed on the neatly set table. Uninvited guests. That was something she would have had to get used to again now that she was back in Riverdale. When she walked around the corner and was met by her son clad in some flannel shirt and his serpent jacket, she was even more surprised. Not just by him being there, but also by how much he started to look like his father. An unpleasant thought considering how the last few years had panned out.

She saw the disdain in his eyes but refused to let him to this. He didn’t get to walk out like that, not when she had promised to at least do her best to reconnect with her estranged son. Something that was promising to be a less than pleasant experience. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”, she offered with a small smile, trying hard to make it look like she was, well, actually trying. “Your father is at work, Jellybean is staying at a friend’s place. Join me.” Grabbing another plate, knife, and fork and placing it on the table, she took a seat and motioned at the now set free spot at the dinner table.

[mamajcnes-blog]

People always said that nursing wasn't just a job but a calling. Gladys had never felt that way. Writing was her calling, but making ends meet as a freelance journalist had become exponentially harder after she left her husband. It was something she picked up because it was necessary - a lucky choice considering that when she came back to Riverdale, the local high school just so happened to be in need of a school nurse, a job she gladly took. One of the downsides? Teenagers. Lying teenagers who thought she was some gullible old lady that actually believed lame stories like ‘I walked into a door by accident and now I have a black eye.’ and ‘I only passed out in PE because I didn’t drink enough water.’ . She didn’t, of course. So Gladys just raised a brow as she looked at the person in front of her, disbelief spelled out on her features. “I may be new on the job, but believe me, I already heard all the cheap excuses. So you gonna tell me what really happened?”

[fpserpentking-blog]

STARTER

FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn’t quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

It wasn’t so much that Gladys wanted to order anything, but more the fact that her husband didn’t even notice her that made her clear her throat after she found a seat and set up her notebook. “No,” she hummed, barely looking up from her computer as her fingers raced over the keyboard. “I was just looking for a place to write in peace.” Looking up at FP with the hint of a smirk flickering over her features she added, “But I’m starting to doubt that a place like that exists in Riverdale.”

[vcmpirebvrbie-deactivated201803]

              “well, i was finally able to put them to sleep” she commented, without even realizing that someone was near her, right now she was placing the twin’s things in the bag because they were sleeping in those baby carriage for two, at least now they sleeping like the perfect angels that they were after a walk in the park.

[mamajcnes-blog]

“Oh god, mine used to be like that, too,” Gladys groaned as the image of her son and daughter as screaming babies forced it’s way into her mind. “Crying constantly unless you drive them around.” Despite her apparent annoyence she still couldn’t help but glance into the carriage, her expression softening a little at the sight of the twins. “How old are they?”

[moodboardrph]

[midsommar]

“Bullshit” “Of course it’s bullshit.”