JONES III

indie, private, selectivejughead jones eulogized by v est. 2017 / rebooted 2021

[theoutcsts]

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i’m v, she/her, and i run est. i am over 25, full time grad student. this is my secondary blog, and is low activity. this is an indie, private ( mutuals only ) rp blog for jughead jones of the cw’s riverdale. i write canon, along with multiple au verses and am open to plotting our own ! please check out my rules and verses for more info on how this blog runs. don’t hesitate to message me, i love saying hello and plotting, or just jumping right into the thick of things ! peep my ask box memes for a quick starter as well.

[carolinakncws]

I MAKE A FIST, I’LL MAKE IT COUNT.

[carolinakncws]

I MAKE A FIST, I’LL MAKE IT COUNT.

[theoutcsts]

UPDATE — this blog is officially my SECONDARY blog. i’m starting a new original character. riverdale is tough to watch and write, but that does not mean I am stopping or giving up !! anyone who has written with me and is waiting for their reply, it is on its way. everything is lined up in my drafts, but priority will be given to my new blog in terms of new threads and activity.

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@theoutcsts​ whistfully said: ’ I’m gonna try and heal you as best I can. ’

   She could laugh at his sentiment, it was sweet but so misguided. There was no healing her–not mentally or emotionally at least. No amount of therapy or medication could heal everything that she’d gone through. So much had happened while he was gone, so much that she’d tried to hide from him–she was tainted. Nothing of what she used to be, even if she tried to fake it. She was doing things for Hyram, for other elites of Riverdale, in order to try to pay a debt she hadn’t even been privy. Her choice to take the offer was taken from her and put into her father’s hands. He’d made his choice and she was trying to thank him and live with it as best she could, but she was tired of fighting. Of looting, of playing a game that she would never win. Of being a puppet to one of her best friend’s father, all because Emma’s own father wanted her to have a life outside of her illness. 

And Hyram took care of her. He paid for all her medical bills, saying it was for Veronica. And it had been at first, or so she thought. But soon she found out her father was doing risky and shady favors. So, she Mulaned it. She said she’d take her father’s place–or at least help pay it off without him knowing or getting suspicious. This time, she’d just misstepped and gotten hurt. She couldn’t go home, her father would ask questions. So… she went to where the old drive thru was. Her leg dragged alongside her, badly bruised and tied with a makeshift bandage, tear trails made dried up ravines down her face. She couldn’t call Veronica–she didn’t want her to scold her again, she was just too fragile today. She’d missed seeing Jughead to do a favor for Hyram–he’d said if she didn’t want to hold up her end he could just double the danger for Will.

So, sucking up all her pride, she messaged Jughead. Telling him where she was and asked him to bring a first aid kit. He came so fast and looked so worried. He helped her up, she’d ended up collapsing to the ground, just being too tired to stand. 

           “ I’m not who I used to be, Jug. I’m no better than Norma or Norman or the whole damn town at this point. ”  Tears welled in her eyes once more as she looked away from that worriedly was tending to her as best he could,  “ You were right to leave… you should’ve– God, Jug, you should’ve–I should’ve–” Lip retreated between her teeth as she choked on her words. What did she want to say? That he should’ve stayed away? That he should’ve taken her with him? What’s done is done, she just needed to focus on him being here now. Trying to make the best of this shitty situation. “ You don’t deserve all this nonsense, Jug. Hell, neither of us do. This town… it sucks, Jug, it fucking sucks. ”

[theoutcsts]

Jughead  had  taken  her  elbow  gently,  wanting  to  guide  her  to  the  nearest  curb  so  they  could  sit,  so  he  could  tend  to  her  wounds  without  the  weight  of  gravity  trying  to  push  Emma  back  down.  He  knew  their  past  was  complicated  but  hearing  her  say  he  didn’t  deserve  any  of  this  just  reinforced  that  she  didn’t,  either,  that  neither  of  them  had  come  into  the  world  with  such  a  target  on  their  backs.  That  was  something  that  time  had  not  eroded  in  each  other  —  endless  friendship,  and  undying  care  no  matter  how  hard  things  got.  Their  respective  towns  had  done  so  much  to  them,  and  it  was  something  Jughead  could  never  forgive,  no  matter  how  badly  he  wanted  to  save  Riverdale’s  soul.

                                    ‘  You’re  right,  neither  of  us  deserve  this,  and  especially  not  you.  Hiram  is  the  one  who  took  advantage  of  you,  of  your  family.  It’s  all  he  does.  He  is  enemy  number  one  for  us,  ‘  he  said,  the  ‘  us  ‘  referring  to  the  Serpents,  because  no  matter  how  big  the  Ghoulies  became,  they  were  always  going  to  be  funded  by  Hiram.

Jug  lifted  one  of  the  many  alcohol  wipes  from  the  first  aid  kit  and  brought  it  up  to  her  cheek,  trying  to  wipe  away  as  much  of  the  pain  as  he  could.  It  would  sting,  but  it  would  heal,  perhaps  faster  than  the  wounds  inflicted  to  her  conscious.  Emma  had  a  knack  for  taking  on  the  burden  of  others,  for  feeling  like  she  had  to  step  in  and  help  —  or  so  Jughead  thought  of  her,  always  feeling  supported  by  her,  even  when  he  knew  it  added  weight  to  her  shoulders.  What  cost  would  he  continue  to  be,  and  at  what  point  would  he  realize  he  was  selfish  for  wanting  her  in  his  life  ?  Needing  her  ?  There  was  no  denying  the  ways  she  made  him  feel  unburdened,  but  it  was  only  over  time  that  he  realized  it’s  because  he  was  handing  that  weight  over  to  her.

                                  ‘  But  as  much  as  you’re  right,  you’re  also  wrong.  It  wasn’t  right  of  me  to  have  left  the  way  I  did,  to  have  left  YOU  the  way  I  did.  ‘  Jughead  let  his  gaze  linger  on  her  a  moment  longer  before  he  looked  down  at  her  leg,  feeling  vulnerable  at  the  confession.  Perhaps  she  knew  he  felt  this  way,  but  he’d  never  had  the  courage  to  say  it  to  her.  ‘  I  was  selfish,  you  know  ?  That’s  how  I  know  I  haven’t  changed.  I  spent  my  whole  childhood  fending  for  myself,  by  myself,  that  I  lost  sight  of  our  friendship  and  defaulted  to  something  that  felt  comfortable.  That’s  what  I  thought  about  most  while  I  was  gone,  that  I’d  realized  how  difficult  it  was  being  open,  and  being  vulnerable,  that  I  took  the  cowards  way  out  and  left.  You  shouldn’t  have  had  to  battle  any  of  this  on  your  own.  ‘

[theoutcsts]

for @meekmcuse​ | stranger things ( verse post coming soon )

Forest  Hills  trailer  park  was  the  only  place  Jughead  Jones  felt  safe  in  Hawkins,  Indiana.  Despite  the  fact  that  Crissy  had  died  (  been  murdered  ?  )  just  a  few  trailers  over,  he  preferred  knowing  the  layout  of  his  current  location  in  case  he  needed  to  make  a  break  for  it.  He’d  never  been  star  of  the  track  team,  or  cared  a  damn  about  football,  but  he  had  outrun  a  number  of  bullies  in  his  day.  The  damn  supernatural  could  bring  it  the  fuck  on.

                              ‘  Want  an  iced  tea  ?  ‘

Jughead  had  invited  Val  over  to  sit  on  the  porch,  talk  about  something  or  nothing  at  all,  because  her  friendship  was  the  kind  that  he  enjoyed  having  around  even  without  plans  set  into  place.  Jug  had  always  been  the  type  of  guy  who  found  it  important  to  do  NOTHING  with  someone  he  cared  about  —  otherwise  how  could  anything  honest  ever  develop  under  the  flashing  lights  of  ‘  I’m  only  interested  in  you  if  I’m  being  entertained  ‘  ?

He’d  brought  his  journal  out  with  him  so  he  could  jot  down  thoughts  as  they  passed  his  mind,  most  of  them  surrounding  the  obvious:  How  could  Crissy’s  killer  have  wandered  into  the  trailer  park  undetected,  with  these  night  owls,  commit  a  heinous  and  violent  murder,  all  without  an  excess  drop  of  blood  or  piercing  sound  ?  Perhaps  he’d  learn  to  explore  avenues  outside  the  strange  and  ominous,  but  in  Hawkins,  that  was  the  only  thing  he  felt  invigorated  by.

—  and  yes,  he  knew  the  strangeness  of  admitting  this  out  loud,  felt  a  twinge  of  guilt  as  though  the  oddities  were  there  to  keep  him  occupied,  but  knew  it  was  more  about  his  CONTROL  than  his  curiosity  (  although  it  was  about  that,  too  ).  He’d  grown  up  without  a  sense  of  control  over  himself  or  his  circumstances,  had  felt  so  far  out  of  his  reach  in  school  and  still  struggled  to  this  day  (  he  hadn’t  finished  his  GED  yet  ),  and  even  more  about  the  other-worldly  happenings  within  this  town.  He’d  already  grown  up  with  a  distaste  and  distrust  for  the  police,  so  how  the  hell  was  HE  going  to  have  any  affect  ?

These  were  all  thoughts  he  didn’t  need  to  parse  through  right  now,  so  he  scribbled  ‘  schedule  in  existential  crisis  after  10pm  ‘  into  his  journal.  He  could  close  this  and  focus,  instead,  on  a  task  of  getting  himself  an  iced  tea,  and  one  for  Val  if  she  didn’t  mind  the  flavor  of  single-use-dissolving-sachets.  

[theoutcsts]

this is my ‘ i don’t have a graphic yet but it’s coming’ stranger things verse post. LIKE this post for a starter, season 4 vibes !!

[lezarus]

this is one of the funniest things archies ever said im obsessed with him

[theoutcsts]

Do I make an official Stranger Things verse?

[theoutcsts]

Robin is IT.

[bugheadchemistry]

BUGHEAD in 6x14: VENOMOUS

[rylandsgrace]

You're right and you should say it