#perfectblnd

[youarenotworthmyanger]

@perfectblnd

“Mom’s flying in from Chicago, but she won’t be here until the morning. I’m sorry I just - didn’t know who else to call.”

[yourpaljughead]

@perfectblnd​ | starter.

Jughead slammed the door of the trailer behind him, letting the S L A M ! of it ring in his ears. Echoing. The sound of it was cyclical, just like his thoughts, the way they stacked one on top of the other until he was facing a mountain. Problems that weren’t just child’s play anymore. Everyone in Riverdale was facing life-or-freedom choices. Sometimes they didn’t have a hand in those choices, and that’s exactly how Jughead felt tonight.

Tired was one way to put it; with the night, with his father, with his friends, with his . . .

Big and bright blue eyes flickered into his mind. Plush and pink-stained lips ghosted over his cheek in memory. All of the things he wanted right now, all of the things he was scared to ask for. This was exactly what he said after his botched party - that he was scared of anything good because it might back fire, it might be what finally breaks him. Living in the shadows was easier but Betty had shown him how beautiful sunshine could be.

              And he wanted to feel that warmth so badly.

                This is what he had been scared of; loving something new and losing it.

                    Betty Cooper.

Before he knew it he was looking up at her window. Heart pounding, throat thickening . . . but he set the ladder and ignored his shaking hands as he climbed upwards. One by one, breathing, and soon he was tapping knuckles on her window pane. She might not even be here. She could be out looking for him, or out giving up on him, or in her room and giving up on him.

                            God, if you can give me one thing, please have Betty open this window for me.

[auctvr-archived-blog]

          “I think we’re lost.” 

@perfectblnd || sc. / accepting

[tryingmother]

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          “i’m not making any promises, betty. but... i’ll TRY to behave.”

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   @perfectblnd​ wants some jd

    starter call // accepting

    “ Surely Betty Cooper has something BETTER to be doin’ with her time than followin’ me around tryin’ to ask me questions, ” JD turned on his heel quickly, facing her with raised eyebrows and no trace of a smile on his face as he looked over the blonde. He didn’t get why she was so fascinated with him, maybe it was because he was one of the only survivors from Westerburg High School bombing... only because he had been from a self distance from the school watching with a smirk knowing he had gotten away with it. Still didn’t mean he wanted to TALK about it, it was more likely that someone would figure out that he had been the one to plant the bombs if he spoke about it. 

    “ Seriously, I don’t want to be RUDE but I really don’t wanna talk about it, okay? ” 

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text: 🎀 Betty 🎀 Shhhh just don’t bring e up

text: 🎀 Betty 🎀 Don’t tell him i’m drnk

text: 🎀 Betty 🎀 i don’t like being drunk betty

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generator gave;  Betty knits an ugly sweater and forces Jug to wear it.

     “You’re not serious.” He stares in disbelief at the request at hand. “I’m not wearing that. It’s hideous.” However, he is defenseless to the girl’s feigned pout and eyes. A sigh is given in defeat which cues Betty to smile. She’s triumphant against him as always. “Alright, fiiiiine but I’m not gonna enjoy it.” With that he takes the sweater to put it on. And it’s itchy too, how lovely. 

[youarenotworthmyanger]

@perfectblnd

There was beer, and alcohol galore at a Blossom party. It was almost annoying, but free was free. Or that was at least her thinking after a few to many drinks. Thankfully, Archie could see her struggling to even get off the couch. As they walked, or more like stumbled home she couldn’t stop gushing about how she loved him. Stopping their motions, she turned to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, burrowing her face in his neck. “You don’t understand Archie, h-how much I love you.” She slurred, pressing her lips to his neck. It was just one peck, and one peck turned into a few more. Followed by her tongue grazing across his neck, kissing where her tongue just was. Pushing herself away, trying to pretend that she didn’t do that. Trying to make her way down the street on her own, her head now spinning from alcohol and her drunken actions.

They were pretty trashed. About halfway through they should have stopped drinking, but it was a Friday night and everyone was having fun. Archie couldn't drive his jeep home so together the boy and girl next door walked back from Thornhill to their little street. Archie listened to Betty the whole way with his arm around her. Was she talking about best friend love? Or what she'd told him before? His mind was too foggy and blissful to sort it out. "No I love you. Finders...keepers." He leaned his head against hers for a moment. The expression didn't really make sense, but to his drunken mind it did. They were halfway down the road when she stopped. His arms encircled her automatically when she hugged him; muscle memory kicking in. She reminded him of sunshine and the crisp smell of fresh sheets of paper in a journal. He wanted to tell her that — slurred words and all — but her lips ran along the curve of his neck and everything got lost. Archie went weak in the knees; he'd like the think that wouldn't have happened if he was sober, but he was a sucker for anyone once they kissed his neck. It was cliche, but the absolute best feeling in the world, especially coming from Betty Cooper. He wouldn't have guessed that was a trick she kept in her back pocket. Too soon — any time would be too soon — she pulled away. The lamp light of the street caught her yellow hair and colored it into a gold halo. Archie stood there for a moment, letting his red cheeks cool and allowing the tingling sensation that covered him to pass. "Hold up," he called after her and jogged to catch up. Dizzy, bad idea, Archie caught her hand to steady himself. "We gotta be...super super eve — even." Instead of kissing her neck he breathed warm against her ear, kissing behind the lobe before catching it between his lips. "There, now we're square. Boxes for sure." He pulled back with a crinkle of his nose and lazy smile before tugging her hand towards home with uneven steps. .