#perfectioncursed

[theoriginalbadass]

@perfectioncursed said: "You’re welcome to stay, if you want." - soft and sweet sentence starters ~ accepting!

"I am?" Puck asked, a bit confused. "But your mom hates me. I think she'd make me disappear if she could get away with it," he admitted with a frown.

[fairisfair-moved]

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮'𝙨! 💖

 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚! 💕

[serpentsprincearchive]

A few nights ago she had sworn to him he’d was the only man for her but it seemed the statement held true only when he was the man she wanted him to be. Betty Cooper was a hypocrite and for someone who hated the word perfect, she expected nothing less from people.  All it took for her to search for safe heaven between the lips of their mutual best friend, was a minor mistake. But Jughead was an obstacle, wasn’t he? On her way to a brighter future and Archie? He was going to be the highschool sweetheart who would never hold her back. Or maybe it was her awakening, finally realizing who she was dating – he never had the money to go to Yale, he never had the chance.  He had always been a dead end, too bad she just realized she was looking for a happy one.

He was too tired of thinking, of figuring out why she did it. It wasn’t just about the kiss, it was about what was going to follow after – he was going to question her and she was going to question him,what was the point of a relationship with no trust? So he decided to leave, for once he’d be the one to be selfish – the bunker seemed like the perfect place to avoid the world. But he forgot that he still had to go to school, he still had to take classes and even though he was not going to Yale, he was going away from this hellish place, away from her and from their memories. It was funny how his only friends were the ones to put the knife in his back and they kept twisting until he could not longer pretend it was just an itch. It wasn’t about the kiss, all of the things they’ve done.

And then he saw her, the regrets didn’t matter – he had heard all of the apologizes he could have, he had wrote all the happy endings and theirs wasn’t one.  They weren’t meant to be, at the end they were just like Romeo and Juliet and she had drank the poison from Archie’s lips, killing them both. “ Don’t talk to me.” He saw the moment he saw her approaching him as if she could find words he had never heard before, words that were going to make him forget. “ It’s pointless, Betty.”

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[gingerjudas-archived]

five word prompts ;       perfectioncursed ;   “i said i love you.” ; accepting.

𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. the girl and the boy next door standing opposite to one another, a love confession. back then, archie had proclaimed to never be good enough for her. things moved around them and apparently, so did they. she had jughead, he had veronica and they were happy. but them? it was always a question on his mind. “I’ll never be good enough for you, Betty.” I’m not good enough for anyone he wishes to say. Archie Andrews has a good heart but he always seems to mess everything up.          But there is no denying that he always felt the same, and that night he had been scared, so he pushed away. “But I love you too, Betty Cooper. Hell, I always did.” They were kids, but back then, it felt real. Little Archie proposing to spend his life with her, even when they were just kids. Gold stare at Blue and Archie sighs, ruffling messy red hair. “Even when you realize that I’m not good, I think I’ll always will.”

[frnknteen-arc]

          “what’s a cliche?       is that a bad thing?”

          canon dialogue starter call.     /     @perfectioncursed.

[yourpaljughead]

for @perfectioncursed | verse: post season four ( ninth house insp. )

Yale felt like home the second he had stepped on campus, the moment he knew that he and Betty were about to change. Everything about the brick buildings, the vines entangled with lamp posts and winding walkways; this was the place he dreamed of, the place where he could find himself, all the while exploring the passion of writing. So life at Yale went smoothly for him. He knew he couldn’t speak for Betty but the knowledge they’d got in, no one else, that they could leave their old lives behind so easily and make their own future was a sense of strength he was sure neither of them wanted to give up.

( Perhaps it was that passion that put the two of them on the radar of the Ninth House. It was the magnetic pull that had them tailed, their discarded notes pulled out of trash bins and their cell phone passwords memorized for a later break-in date. )

                      ❛ You want to get lunch and come to the library with me ? I’ve got to check out some books for English Lit that I, surprisingly, haven’t read, though I suppose that’s the whole point of college, ❜ he grinned, pulling Betty a little closer to him. It was a quiet Sunday morning and the sun streamed in through the sliver of curtain exposing the window, and as far as he could tell, it’d be a clear, warm Connecticut day.

[runswithwolvesx]

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Christmas themed meme || accepting!

🍵   /   our  muses  share  a  cup  of  hot  coco  

Plopping some mini marshmallows into the cup of cocoa, Stiles grinned brightly at Betty, then placing the mug right before the blonde. “You can’t have hot chocolate without these. My dad always says they’re as important as a Christmas tree is. No miniature marshmallows, no cocoa.” It was true, Noah had a serious weakness for the things. Stiles had found that disappointing on a Christmas where they’d run out of the tiny marshmallows. “But, you know, sometimes he’s wrong about things. Only, this time? He’s not.” Stiles insisted, plopping his Santa hat back upon his head.

Noah’s Elvis tunes played gently on the radio. His father had a huge weakness for Elvis and his Christmas songs, too. Stiles had become accustomed to the tradition. “At least it’s only the third time we’ve heard this song.” A chuckle spilled from his lips before he plucked up his own mug, sprinkling the sweet marshmallows into his own cup, giving it a stir with the spoon. “Merry Christmas, Betty.” Stiles’ voice cheery before he wiggled along to the music and took a sip of the hot drink. The liquid warmed his core, causing a brighter, beaming yet lopsided smile to form on his face, cheeks hot with delight. 

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[jockjacobs-blog]

@perfectioncursed ❤️’d for a starter

“Honestly, what the fuck are you going to do to me? If Jughead can’t beat me up, then you definitely can’t do shit,” He said with a bit of a sadistic chuckle. “Plus it’s not like Archie or Reggie’ll listen to you or that weirdo. You’ve got no proof of me doing anything to him. If anything, they’ll think the Black Hood or the Gargoyle King jumped him,” Nate explained with a shrug. “So go ahead. Do your worst. It will literally do abso-fucking-lutely nothing.”