#iconicandbeyondreproach

[invigilandi]

@iconicandbeyondreproach liked this for an episode based starter from Jughead!

How much was this godforsaken town going to destroy? How much more weight was it going to drop on the shoulders of children? Jughead wished there was an answer, an end date, anything. But there he was, practically running to find Betty after a frantic call from Alice Cooper of all people, who for all he knew was involved in whatever cult-y bullshit Dilton and Ben had been. God, he missed when things were simple. “Betty?” He called, practically sliding into her hospital room. “What happened? Are you okay?”

[leathercrown]

@iconicandbeyondreproach liked for a S3E01 based starter.

❝ WE’VE BEEN SPENDING SO MUCH TIME talking about archie these days, i thought it might be the right time to talk about you now. ❞ Speaking those words out loud made him feel ANXIOUS in some sort of way. Was it wrong of him to change the subject this soon? Their very own ginger judas might be spending his last 24 hours with the rest of the core. And yet jughead stood there, as if he was trying to make it seem like all of that DIDN’T MATTER anymore. But it did. The only difference was that it wasn’t the only thing that was important right then and there.

Archie Andrews was, for a moment, not the center of attention. The reason for that might have been his absence, since he’d disappeared into the woods a few moments earlier, leaving the iconic duo by themselves as well. Being alone with her made him face the facts — betty cooper WASN’T DOING TOO WELL. And it seemed like this was one of the first chances he’d gotten in a long time to confront them. He knew— only he didn’t knew how to bring it up, until now. 

[archieekins]

“Hope I’m not interrupting your work on the blue and gold.”  The male leaned up against the door frame. “I thought maybe I could walk you home?” (  @iconicandbeyondreproach  )

[southsidelover]

"Do you love me?"

do i love you meme + @iconicandbeyondreproach

They meet up in the backseat of jeeps, in the middle of the woods. They meet in places they won’t be seen, be people who knew them both too well, the good and the bad, feeling the milage, even though they never spoke of the wear and tear it had on their war-weary souls. Loving Betty Cooper was exhausting, as it was inevitable, within her eyes, wishing that it didn’t have to be layered with the complications that they were captured within. Wanting to wreck the wall that they placed between themselves, unsure how to grasp at what this would mean for her, the fullness of what coming out might be like, when she herself had handled that mess in particular on her own.

Trying to forget Jones in all of this, because the tragedy of it all would have burned too deep, a fire out of control. Nothing stayed pretty when faced within such circumstances, and how long would Toni stand by the idea of making out in secret spaces, with fingers sneakily creeping when they dared for it? There was a straw due to wreck its own havoc within their fragile dynamic, and once that happened... would that be it? Would they end it then? No more blonde hair between her fingers, ponytails pulled apart, ruining all that made her, her, she supposed. Ruination all that she left within her wake.

“Excuse me...?” the question catching her from the left, because why, how could she, ask her that, when Betty herself refused to say a word of what they did to the outside world? When it was she who was creeping around, leaving her second place, second rate? Cut by the phrasing, looking away because the idea of meeting her gaze now scratched at the humanity within her, wishing oh so badly that it wasn’t love, but knowing that it was the only reason that she was still here, despite the odds, despite the humiliation of it. No answer for her as her eyes closed, lips pressed together too tightly, feeling a shiver trace its way out, drawn from the insides, head left to hang. 

                     Wishing, wishing, wishing, this was easier.

[riverbeautiesa]

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[text: archibald] are  u eve r gong to ask  me too marry you/?

[text: elizabeth] i did ask you once

[text: elizabeth] where is this coming from anyways

[serpentsprincearchive]

@iconicandbeyondreproach Betty Cooper was your regular Florence Nightingale. To see Jug come down with even a minor cold? This was unacceptable to her! She had gone straight to the store and bought every pill, liquid and vitamin she could to help him combat those invading germs. She also stocked up on orange juice and chicken soup - just in case traditional medicines didn’t go as far as one would hope. Oh, and echinacea - just in case. But he - of course, and at no great surprise to herself, refused to just be ill. He wouldn’t stay in bed, he wouldn’t take half the tablets she offered, he wouldn’t drink his orange juice… Though - he did eat his soup, which… again - no real shock there. The boy wouldn’t turn down a meal. She groaned as she sat up and rubbed sleepy eyes; “You know you’re snoring now, right? Because you can’t breathe through your nose because you’ve got a cold!” She smirked as he pretended to scold him, getting out of bed to walk over to her wardrobe ( yes, she had managed to convince Alice to let Jug stay whilst he was sick ), and root around for something to wear. “I had a plan too you know. But we had to stay in bed for it.” She beamed as she threw a look over her shoulder - one that suggested something far from innocent, but really? She’d tempt him into bed on the promise of a little sinning, but she would trap him there in order for him to rest. “What are we doing today then?” She asked as she knelt down to free up his present she had hidden. It wasn’t anything big or particularly expensive but… The gesture counted.

“ Oh I am so sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep, Juliet.” He said as a small pout formed on his lips. She was observant and he knew she would notice all the small changes. She always knew when there was something wrong, she knew him better than she knew herself. Yet, he was aware that the snoring was not part of those small things, perhaps it was too loud and he woke her up. It was a shame that she couldn’t get a decent sleep because of him and he wondered why he accepted her offer to stay her.  He would have been better at the trailer where he wouldn’t be disturbing anyone.

“ It’s not a cold, Betty. It’s a minor inconvenience. I am sure that by the end of the night I will be as healthy as before.” He said, voice full of confidence.

“ But where is the fun in that ? We can stay in bed every day. Today is our anniversary and we can do something special. I promise you that we can execute your plan tonight.” He stated, knowing what she meant. He had a plan and the bright smile on his lips made it obvious, he planned it for months and he wouldn’t let anyone or anything ruin it. Betty Cooper needed to know she was special.

“ It’s a surprise. Don’t you trust me ?” he asked as he raised one of his eyebrows. He hoped she would like the surprise, he finally saved enough money to take her to a place which was not Pop’s.

[riverbeauties-a]

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Archie smiled. “It doesn’t matter.” She’d always look adorable to him. He looked over at the TV, not in anyway surprised by what he saw, and shook his head.

“What, do you not want me here?” he asked jokingly. He knew her parents weren’t going to be home and had figured she wouldn’t mind him dropping by. The smile fell off his face when he realized she might’ve wanted to be alone. “I can leave if you want me to.” He had wanted to spend some time with her during their Easter break before he was supposed to head to Chicago to spend some time with his mom, but if she wanted him to leave he would.

[alphabadass]

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Derek’s eyes focused on the woman as she sat on the floor, shrugging his leather jacket off in response and carefully placing it over her shoulders as well in an attempt to warm her up. “Not exactly.” He breathed, kneeling down beside her as his hand rested on her back. How did he say that he caught her scent and it wasn’t at school where she was supposed to be. Of course her not being in school of all places set off alarms in his head but his human self didn’t have that ability.

“I was at the school, the office staff tried to call your mom or something to let them know you were being sent home.” He lied. “You didn’t accept any drinks from anyone else? No food?” He questioned, carefully lifting his hand to caress her cheek.