#fierylcves

[devoutconfidence]

@fierylcves bc we need more Helena and Jason interactions.

Helena lay mostly on Jason’s bed except for her legs hanging off. “You’re going on that trip, right? The camping trip to the Smokey Mountains that the adults organized so we can get out of town and away from the smell?”

[puppyroutine-blog]

@fierylcves

she’s paralyzed in place, feet stuck on the ground although she’s willing them to move. all she wants to do is run and hide and avoid him for the rest of her years, but she can’t, her body isn’t doing her the favor. mouth dry, but the least she should do is offer an explanation, or an apology, or something. “i--i didn’t mean to say that, i SHOULDN’T have said that. i’m sorry, i don’t know what happened...” except for the fact that she does know what happened. what happened was that she let her feeling get to her, the anger--no, not just anger...what was that other feeling? was it sadness? maybe. and ah, perhaps a bit of jealousy, too? now all she could do is just look at him wide-eyed and hope that he wouldn’t hate her. “ jake, please ...just, maybe just forget i said that maybe that would be better. if we forget then we can just go back to acting like normal, right? i think that’s what we should do, don’t you?” there’s a weird part of her that hopes that they won’t just forget about it, but she tries to ignore that part of her, tries to shove it back. “so, please? let’s just move on.”

[hawkinsguard-a]

@fierylcves said: “ stop crying. ” (from billy)

It’s like looking into a goddamn mirror and Billy hates it, he can see every bit of himself laid out and vulnerable in front of him. ‘Stop crying.’ that voice that speaks it is both his own and not. Billy Hargrove can’t bring himself to say anything in response to it either, he just stands there, backed into a corner being stared down by someone who looks like himself.

[drkbetty]

ANXIETY heightened everything around Betty, the beeping of machines, idle chit chat from nurses, the smell of rubbing alcohol, and, perhaps the most unbearable, her heart beating in her chest. Jason Blossom was in a COMA, that had been true since he was found in summer, close to death after suffering... injuries. The townspeople of Riverdale opted to believe Jason had sustained these injuries when his boat capsized. It was INCONCEIVABLE to think that someone in Riverdale would have attacked Jason. Not Riverdale, not Jason! This wasn’t that kind of town, Jason wasn’t that kind of person. 

Betty was sure she knew the TRUTH about what kind of person Jason was. The kind who made advances toward her shortly after he broke her big sister’s heart. Advances she did NOT repciorate, well maybe a little bit not even a little bit! Jason was the boy Betty felt justified in pushing into Sweetwater River that hot summer day. Jason was the boy that Betty felt the world was better off WITHOUT. Right now, Jason was the ONLY person she was terrified of.

When they found Jason alive, Betty had been worried. When her mother’s own newspaper reported that Jason was in a coma, Betty felt relief but only the smallest amount. She made it her mission to visit Jason EVERYDAY in the hospital, much to the disdain of her parents. They didn’t understand and she wouldn’t explain. If Jason woke up, Betty had to make sure he wasn’t going to tell on her and ruin her PRISTINE reputation. 

She was there now, sitting down and completing some homework, when she saw Jason’s eyes open. Betty almost jumped out of her skin. “Jay- Jason.” She swallowed thickly, trying to shove down all of her nerves, her anxieties, her worries. She hoped he didn’t remember anything from before his accident. She hoped and HOPED and --

She forced a bright smile, like she was really happy to see him.

 “How are you feeling?” // @fierylcves​, Betty’s at your bedside!

[devoutconfidence]

@fierylcves continued from here:

“Well I’m so sorry if I don’t consider ‘nice ass’ to be an appropriate compliment, Clayton.” She spat in return, yanking her wrist from his grip and taking a step back. Actually she isn’t sorry at all. Chuck Clayton is easily one of her least favorite people in school, solely because of the way he talks to women, and it’s about time someone stood up to him.

[devoutconfidence]

@fierylcves

Helena gave him a gentle smile. “I know things are really scary now,” Boy did she ever, she was terrified in fact. But she wouldn’t show it. Couldn’t show it. “but we’ll figure all of this out.”

[devoutconfidence]

@fierylcves

Helena smiled gently at his response. She had that too, in Luke and Gwen. Mostly Luke, but Gwen was a good friend, and a loyal one, so she could relate in a way. “That’s good to hear.” She said. “It’s good to have people you can trust.” Her siblings were all too young for them to go to school with her, but she still loved them. “You going to Harry’s party this weekend?”

[wngotngo-a]

@fierylcves​ said: ‘ at least i make my own decisions . ’ (from scarlett)

His fists clinch, nails digging into the palm of his hand. “The hell do you mean by that, Scarlett?” Trying to keep that temper of his under control but is obvious by the way he sort of starts smiling. “Scarlettttt...” it’s sing song in tone, a sign of danger.