#heyxtherexjuliet

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Fall colours (hike towards Fonda Savio Hütte) 🍂🍎

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So, I'm due for a follow forever but I'll do that when I get to a different milestone but I wanted to make this post to show my love for those I have around. Also, if you aren't tagged on here or posted here, don't think I love you any less!!! I love all my writing partners with all my heart.

@knitcrowned - My Juggie. You are truly my best friend and I know we have established this but I can't say enough how much I love you and thankful for you. You've been there for me through so much and we've been friends for so long. I'm just glad that Riverdale has brought us that much closer and you know I will always be here for you, through everything. Thank you for your love and support as well, because I will always support you, no matter what. I don't know what I would do without you. I love our writing, our ideas, everything. @tryingmother-  You've been such a doll to me since day one of making not only this blog but my Betty (before I moved her here). I was so scared to talk to you but the moment we did, you were immediately so nice to me. I hope we can become better friends and I truly am thankful for you as well. You've made me fall in love with this blog and helped me grow a love for many characters, especially Alice because I originally didn't care for her until I met you and you helped me love her. Our threads are the best things ever, even if I am slow. You are truly a doll and I'm so grateful to call you a friend and writing partner.

@joneshead - I fucking love you! Every single time we write together, you just help my muses grow. You make me feel like you like and care for my muses (especially Flora and Jellybean). You never cease to amaze much and are always just so sweet to me. Yeah, we don't talk a whole lot but when we do, I love it. You're a fucking gem and I'm forever grateful for you and having you as a writing partner 

@bvrgcrs - What do I say? How amazing you are? How sweet you are to me? Letting me tag you in the most random shit and still write with me? Lmao. You've been so sweet to me since day one as well and I fucking love you. 

@cherryvixcn - You're my Cherry! AHH! You are truly a goddess. I fucking love you to pieces and I am so happy to call you a friend. I know I'm shit with replying, especially on dis.cord and k.ik but thanks for sticking around. I'm hoping we can make more threads together 

@theblondenancydrew - MY OTHER HALF! GAH! The fact that we both love the Seahawks, the fact that you love Seattle, and the fact that you're so damn far away (makes me sad), makes me happy! You're a beautiful soul and I'm truly the luckiest person to call you a friend and writing partner 

@heyxtherexjuliet  - omg you were one of the first few people to follow me on this blog and you've been an incredible person to talk with and write with! I love you and love seeing you on my dash and I love that you want to write all the crazy AUs with me and make them so believeable with me! I love you to pieces and will forever call you a friend and writing partner!

@chaosblossomed- The first person to write with Jason and the person I feel fits well with my Jason. You don't judge me on how I portray him and you always seem to have that love for them like I do and I love it. We may ship them differently but the fact we respect that with each other and don't push anything further or less, makes me so happy. I'm seriously the happiest person to have you as a writing partner. 

@serpentleader  A FUCKING GEM! Just like Steph, you've been a sweetheart to me since I made this blog and you have that love for my muses (Flora, FJ, and even Fred!) and I love that. I know that I can go to you with my crazy family ideas and you seem to want them like me. You are a doll and I'm so happy to have you on my dash and my friends list and my writing partners.

everyone else- I seriously would write about every single person but then I'd honestly would run out of words. Everyone that I write with, whether it's small or just a couple replies, you all make me love this blog more than anything. You are all there in some way or another, seeing if I'm okay or how I'm doing and I appreciate that more than anything. You're all the reasons for this blog being the way it is and I have you guys to thank for that. I love you all so damn much!

[jelbean]

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

“so you’re gonna go ahead and join them, but i’m not even allowed to ask about it? yeah sure — that’s fair, jug.” jellybean’s gaze bore into her brother, standing in their dad’s kitchen late at night — their dad wasn’t there, obviously. she dropped her arms, which had been crossed, and pushed off from the counter she’d been leaning on. “i know i’m young, but so are you — really young, compared to who they normally recruit. so if you’re doing this… you don’t get to go lone wolf like I know you want to. if you try to hide it from me, i swear i will walk into the whyte wyrm, go upstairs, and talk to them myself.”

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Jughead.♛

Everything had happened so quickly:  first she’d caught the flash of red and blue lights in the reflection of the window, then the commotion and noise of the front door being forced open as armed officers came flooding in, barking at her to put her hands up and demanding to know if she was armed. Paralyzing fear spread through every inch of her body, rooting her to the spot as she slowly turned to face the barrels of several pistols expertly trained on her. Confusion spread like wildfire as Sheriff Keller recognized the daughter of Alice Cooper and demanded that officers lower their weapons. Surely, this must be some kind of mistake, Elizabeth Cooper was a star pupil of Riverdale High, close friends with his own son. Why on earth would the Cooper girl be here?   The scene itself would have been comical were it not so serious, Betty in her matching pastel sweater set and signature slicked back ponytail looking more like she was heading to a River Vixen pep rally instead of being led out of a house in handcuffs. Anxiety set in as soon as she was guided into the back of the police car, several neighbors from surrounding houses gathering in typical Riverdale fashion to get the first scoop of what was sure to be the town’s next explosive gossip topic. The Sheriff didn’t want to garner anymore attention than the entire ordeal already had and brought Betty to the police station as soon as possible.  Once inside the station, safe from prying eyes he offered to let her make a phone call, assuming a good girl like Betty would call her parents. Instead, still in handcuffs as she dialed the familiar digits at the front desk Betty called the only person she could possibly think to come to her aide, Jughead Jones. She prayed he wasn’t asleep, that he’d pick up with each subsequent ring. Finally the line clicked, signaling he’d answered and she closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. “...hey.” She began tentatively, her voice still shaking as her adrenaline waned. “It’s me, Betty. Um- Jughead. Do you think that maybe you could come here? I’m at the police station... I’m okay. I think. Don’t worry, I’m not hurt or anything I just have to answer some questions for Sherif Keller... about breaking and entering.”    Betty Cooper had been arrested. 

[tryingmother]

@heyxtherexjuliet [ x ]

║👑╠ Was this about to be a heart-to-heart? Was Alice Cooper, the mother of his girlfriend, about to lay a heaping pile of over-complicated adult problems on his lap and expect him to have something poignant to say? He hesitated for a second at the prospect before meeting her query head on in the only way he knew how.

“Milkshake on me? In my experience you can eat away all emotions — even fake ones.” ╣👑║

          alice doubted that a milkshake would solve all her problems. but then again, anything would be a nice distraction from the complications within the cooper household. “you don’t even have a job, jughead. i’ll buy the shakes, and whatever you’re hungry for.” just as long as she could be in the company of someone who didn’t look at her in disgust.

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@heyxtherexjuliet

║👑╠ Of all the places he could wind up, the Lodge abode was not one of them he had anticipated, and in fact he’d protested rather vehemently at first when Veronica first offered her home to him; it had been bad enough having her be the first to discover his hobohemian lifestyle without all the pity that came with it. But there was much he still had to learn about Veronica Lodge, her propensity toward bull-headed stubbornness being one of them.

And so here he was, as much to assuage her bleeding charitable heart as anything. Green eyes watched her mill about for spares from the comfort of the couch, fiddling with his fingers sheepishly once he realized the error in his assumption, ducking his head in a nod. “—Right. Yeah, sure. Lead the way,” he gestured, pushing himself off his perch and scooping up the blanket and pillow that had been deposited beside him to follow her.

Veronica smiled in response, wanting to JOSTLE at him further, but adding insult to injury and saying something about his homeless life was out of POOR TASTE and Veronica Lodge had everything but. She moved to lead him towards the guest bedroom, pushing the door open as he gestured him inside, managing a soft smile as she remained perched by the doorway, letting him EXPLORE the room for a few moments before clearing her throat. “I hope you find everything in order, sir?” she teased with a fake English accent before pushing off of the doorframe.

“The remote’s by the bedside table and the air conditioning’s CENTRAL, thus the extra blanket,” she managed a soft smile. “My room’s down the hall to the LEFT, so you can just knock if you need anything,” she said as WARMLY as she could before clearing her throat. “And I mean, I know you sort of have this thing with Betty, but your room’s right NEXT to my mom’s so I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”

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 @heyxtherexjuliet​// sc.

      ❛--I just keep thinking of Polly just TRAPPED in the group home. & how I’ve done nothing to try to help her. She deserves help, Jug. ❜ Although her voice was soft, her words had a deep meaning to them. Eyes which where once bright blue darkened as they looked towards the brunette, in search of comfort or advice, even. She couldn’t just do nothing while her sister was just rotting away in some mental institution because her parents thought she was crazy. 

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║👑╠ Jughead glanced up at the sound of her voice, having just turned down the blanket of his bed. Their date night had run a bit late due to unforeseen changes in the weather, and his foster family had agreed to let Betty stay the night for safety sake with the understanding that the two would sleep in separate rooms. He moved to the door, leaning his head out and listening for the telltale sound of his foster father snoring in the living room downstairs, the rhythmic drone telling him that he’d fallen asleep to the TV as suspected.

His hand would find Betty’s own, pressing a finger to his lips as he tugged her into the bedroom and shut the door softly behind her. Once safely tucked behind closed doors he would move to sit on the edge of his bed, gazing up at her curiously “everything okay?” A hint of concern clouding his features. ╣👑║

Numerous unforeseen circumstances had led to the unique predicament of Jughead's foster family offering for Betty to stay the night after calling her parents, but only under the strict adherence to sleeping in separate bedrooms per her mother's orders. She'd been going on about how having one pregnant teenage daughter was enough before Betty cut her off and bid her goodnight before hanging up. Sleep hadn't come easy for her even after kissing Jughead goodnight secretly in the hallway before parting separate ways, Betty felt out of place in the strange house in a part of town she wasn't familiar with. The storm raged on outside as rain beat against the window and eerily reminded her of just how alone she felt in the foreign bedroom. She must have drifted off sometime after midnight but her sleep was far from restful as her dreams shifted to nightmares. Betty woke up in a coldsweat only a couple hours later, frantically searching for anything familiar in her immediate surrounding before fully waking and remembering where she was. Betty had crept down the hallway as skillyfully as the creaky floorboards allowed her until she came to Jughead's bedroom door still ajar and found he was just settling in for bed, ever her prodigious night owl. "I...had a bad dream." She admitted, downcasting her gaze in embarassment as he looked up at her from his perch on the end of the bed.