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//sorry for being MIA been dealing with a lot thanks tho this coronavirus. But I’m now home sick for the week and will be getting to replies ASAP. Gonna rework and trim down muses as well so I apologize if threads get cut but I just realize I lack muse for them at all now.

Betty felt her blood momentarily run cold when someone loudly summoned her. She had been sitting alone in a booth having a milkshake with some fries waiting for the person she’d reached out to. She was almost positive that he wasn’t going to show up. She had e-mailed him in the far hopes he may have some insight into why things seemed to be progressively getting weirder and weirder in Riverdale over the years. She’d heard through various sources that this man had insider experience and knowledge with the strange and occult. She thought at the very least, if he couldn’t give her any ideas to look into for that that he would make for a very interesting biographical article. She turned in the booth to look at him, which many of the other people in the diner were also doing. She took a deep breath before raising her hand and gesturing for him to join her. She had to admit that he was far from what she expected. She cleared her throat “I’m Betty...”

Wendy had been seated near center of one of the many chapter bars that was owed by the Sons. She was sipping on a glass of whiskey as she watched the guys around her play pool and act like drunk teenagers. The chapter new she wasn’t a crow eater any more and more or less left her to her own matters, especially since she was from the founding chapter and last thing they wanted was for things to come raining down on them from up there. At first she didn’t seem to think much about the man who came to sit next to her that wasn’t in a cut. It wasn’t strange for the club to have friends of the club that would swing in. And from the lack of silence she just assumed that the fellow that sat next to her was one of them. But she felt her hair on the back of her neck stand as he spoke. “You might wanna watch your words, these guys don’t take to well to strangers who insult them.” she raised an eyebrow at him.

//Just woke up, it’s my weekend, need coffee then will be working on replies.

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OOC

Morning, just now waking up, have a couple replies to work on, still feeling low muse for a couple of my characters, so if I owe you a response with one of the muses I’m not really tuning today it may be a bit before responding, I’d rather put out a good response than a really half assed one. Don’t be a afraid to messsage me about the muses I do have a lot of muse for.

She took his arm when it was offered and proceeded to walk with him out of the restaurant, rather surprised at how confident his walk was given he’d only been walked in just a few minutes prior. He seemed to remember exactly where everything was only needing a little guidance from his cane. She found herself wondering how much he really needed it. “They must do rather well in their evenings to be able to offer free drinks for two hours.” she said as she walked with him, only gently guiding him on when they were happening upon smaller stationary things that his cane could easily miss, such as the half eaten soggy pizza slice that was right in his path. She wasn’t all that opposed to free since the hero gig wasn’t exactly the most lucrative business. She was lucky to have a room in the Avengers facility and to be under the wing of the Stark foundations coverage of the basic costs of living for them. “I do have to confess, I wasn’t quite expecting.... you.” she said not sure how to really word it. “I mean, when you were described to me, for some reason I imagined you to be less, strapping.” she said hoping that the words weren’t in some way offensive. “Romanoff didn’t really say much, so I really had no idea what to expect.”

She sighed softly when he said he had been struggling himself. If she was honest with herself there was likely plenty that she could write about, that normal senior in high school would write about. Such as the upcoming games or current health risks to be aware of. But if both her and Jug were honest with each other they needed something much more juicy to keep their attention. She nodded when he mentioned going for a walk, agreeing that the fresh air would do her some good.

Muses of the Day

These are who I have most muse for, let’s plot!

OOC

Okay lovies, It’s been a crazy week between the water heater breaking, a pipe exploding, work, apartment maintenance, and just normal life in general. But it is my weekend. I’m reworking my muses a bit, and will be working on replies as well as another installment of my Riverdale fic. message me if you want to plot something!

//I’m gonna be dropping my Potter muses for now to replace with Sons of Anarchy.

“I know it’s for the best…” he said looking back up at Betty. “I’ve got the clean up, you can go work on getting packed up.” he said as he stood up and grabbed the plates from the table.

A couple hours later the space was cleaned up and they were packed and headed back to Archies place in Riverdale. They had finally powered both of their phones back up and marveled at the amount of missed calls and texts that had compiled over the past 24 hours. Betty went through them to make sure nothing urgent had happened while Archie drove. She sent out a few replies to select people letting them all know that both she and Archie were fine, that they just needed to unplug for a bit but there was nothing to worry about.

She spent a long time staring at a huge slew of texts from Veronica apologizing, and freaking out, and then switching to accusatory.

[Txt from V] I get it, you guys decided to take the low road and get back at us by hooking up. Is that why you aren’t answering me? I expect that kind of shit from Cheryl but never from you. I knew you never got over him picking me over you.

She bit her lip as she read it and fought with herself on what to say or if she even should respond at all to it. They pulled to a stop in front of Archies place and he looked over at her slightly concerned. He knew that look meant nothing good. He finally picked up his own phone and started to sort through his own messages.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want...” he offered knowing that she didn’t have anywhere else to go for the time being. “I can sleep on the couch and you can take my bed, or we can fix up the garage a bit to be more comfortable.” He offered.

She knew she would have to face Ronnie eventually, even if it was just to get her things from the room at the Pembrooke. She managed a nod as she typed out a brief response.

[Txt to V] Nothing happened. Just needed space. I’ll get my stuff out today.

She hit send on the message and sighed as she looked over at Archie who was doing the same as she had just done. “I’ll still have to go get my stuff from her place later. Maybe we can avoid the most fire by me heading over there while you guys talk.” Betty suggested and as much as Archie didn’t want to see Veronica he knew it was for the best.

Betty looked across the street and saw Jug’s bike parked out front and felt a bit of a sting as she thought that Jug might also think that she and Archie had hooked up. She didn’t have much room to be mad at him since he was single, technically, but she was mad that it happened not only so fast but with her best friend, of all people. That helped ease her worries of anything he may be feeling or thinking may have happened.

As they were climbing out of the car and gathering up their things to take inside, as if he had been summoned, Jug appeared out the front door of the former Cooper residence. He looked somber, more so than normal as he walked to the sidewalk. Archie was almost visibly red in the face as he noticed Jug and took a couple steps as if to confront him before Betty intervened and managed to divert him to go inside.

She took a deep breath as she watched the door slam shut to Archies place and she turned to face Jug. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. She repeated in her head over and over as she crossed the street over to where he stood. “Now may not be the best time to talk to him...” she said softly avoiding making eye contact and crossing her arms in front of her chest. She kept a safe distance from him which stung more than she expected it to. “... may not be the best time to talk to either of us really...” she said with a small sniffle as she saw flashes of what her mind had pieced together of images of him with Veronica.

“I know... I wouldn’t blame either of you for beating the crap out of me.” Jug said looking down at his feet then up at Archies place. “There’s nothing I can say that would make it okay.”

Her eyes shot to his face at the comment with one of her signature looks of disbelief. “Because it’s not... I know you know that but you do know that there is absolutely no scenario where it would be okay for you to hook up with your best friends girlfriend or your ex’s best friend not even a full 24 hours after the split...” she said before she could even catch herself. Her anger got the best of her. She sighed and looked away from him. “Sorry... I shouldn’t have said that.” “No, you’re right. There is nothing okay about what happened. I have no excuse other than being a drunk idiot.” he said looking over at Archies place. “I really am sorry, Betty. I know you don’t want to hear it yet and I know I don’t in anyway deserve you to forgive me, but I mean it. If I’m honest I went there looking for you and... I had had a few... or a lot... Veronica was trying to comfort me and things just...” He stopped himself. “It was a mistake and I’m sorry you had to be put through this.” he said.

Betty stayed silent. He was right, she wasn’t ready to forgive him and she wasn’t going to. “I um... I better go check on Arch...” she said finally. “Just, give him some time... take care of yourself, Jug.” she said before turning and walking back across the street finally feeling a few tears escape her facade and roll down her cheeks. She wiped them away before making her way into the house and seeing Archie putting up the leftover snacks and food. “You guys should talk eventually...” she said. “He’s fully expecting you to punch his lights out, and I think he feels like he deserves that and more.” she said knowing that the two would need to eventually confront this. They’d been friends even longer than Betty and Arch and she’d hate to see that stop because of the stupid acts that Jug really did feel bad about. Which meant she would eventually have to try and patch things up with Ronnie too. But that could wait.

“I’ll give him more if that’s what he wants...” Archie muttered though some part of him knew that he didn’t really want to hurt Jughead, much. He took a breath and stopped for a moment as he looked at his phone that had just buzzed again. Betty’s own phone buzzed and she checked it to see a text from Veronica. She was apologizing for saying what she had and asking to talk.

[Txt to V] Eventually. Not today. I don’t want to fight. Let me cool down.

She hit send on the message and looked up at Archie. “You going to talk to Veronica tonight or do you need more time?” she asked thinking she would swing over to the Pembrooke while they talked.

“I think i have to do this tonight. I don’t want to be that guy that just ghosts, but I can’t be her boyfriend right now.” she sighed. “I’ll meet her somewhere soon and then be back here and we can drown ourselves in junk food and movies again.” he tried to sound positive.

“We’ll get through this Arch, I know it all is crazy now, but it will work out somehow.” she offered him a very slight smile.

“I’m going to go get my stuff from Veronica’s while you guys talk, and maybe get us some more healthy snacks. You need anything?” She asked as she grabbed her purse and keys. Archie shook his head. “Call me if you need me...” she offered before she left and started toward the Pembrooke.

#part five

Her head leaned to the side as he said that he didn’t believe that magic wasn’t real. It was refreshing to see someone with an open mind. “You know if trouble has a way of finding you then Greendale may not be the best place for you.” she teased. “Though, to be fair it seems there is always trouble brewing here.” she shrugged. “So I’ll have my fingers crossed that for once the inverse will apply for you. Since this place is known for trouble, maybe it will bring you some good.” There was a rustling in the leaves behind her and she turned to see who it was approaching, worrying that it may be the weird sisters or possibly Ambrose. She was relieved to see it was only her black cat familiar Salem, approaching. Presumably wanting to check in on her since she’d been away for so long. She watched as Salem approached Peter and investigated him cautiously before rubbing up against his leg. “Well, if Salem trusts you then I suppose I should too.” she said with a small smile. “Unless that was you asking me out on a date.”

There was something charming about his smile, that she wasn’t sure that he even realized that he had. She couldn’t quite place it but it was a charm that she’d seen before. You couldn’t really call it an innocence. There was a witness to it. It was a real smile, unlike so many that people forced onto their faces or just felt like they were obligated to provide. This was a smile that was rare, and warm. One she remembered fondly from when she was with Viz. “Let’s just say Natasha was about as clear she usually is about everything. But she swore that I’d survive the night.” she found herself joking. She took a deep breath as she thought back to that crazy battle that happened with Thanos. So much happened during that time that she had been filled in on that she found herself wondering if Matt was one of the few that she herself considered unlucky to survive the initial snap. She hear about what Natasha and the others had gone through, the mourning and haze they lived in. “I’m not sure there is a way to go back to normal after something like that. After something that big it becomes how do I now change to move forward.” She listened as he spoke about his law firm and couldn’t help but notice that they kept getting weird looks from those around them. She couldn’t place if it was people who felt like the didn’t belong there or recognized them, but regardless she felt out of place. Her attention was drawn back to him when he apologized, and worried for a moment that he sensed that her eyes had been wandering around the restaurant, or that she’d missed a question. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned traumatic experiences, it that wasn’t the story of her life. A bar, a smile crossed her own lips at the thought and she laughed softly. “I think that sounds perfect.” she said as she shifted in her chair a bit. “These... fancy places make me kinda itch...” she said softly as she pushed her chair back and stood up.

Betty jumped slightly at the movement of the door before a smile crossed her lips at the sight of Jughead walking into the office with food in hand. “My hero” she teased with a smirk as she pulled the shake over first and put a straw into it and took a long sip with a content hum at the taste of it.

She made a face when he asked how the writing was going as she turned her laptop towards him which showed a blank page with a courser blinking persistently on the white backdrop. “You came just in time to prevent me from ripping my hair out.” she teased as she turned the laptop back to her before closing it and pushing it to the side to replace it with the food.

“What have you been up to today? Please tell me it’s more interesting than what I’ve been doing... Or even better, a lead on some amazing story...” she said with a smirk as she carefully unwrapped her own burger and took a bite.

Today is my Friday so replies should be coming tonight and over the next few days.

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@lonely-heartsclvb

“Still not right...” she muttered to herself as she pushed her laptop back from her in irritation. She’d been spending the better part of the day cooped up in The Register trying to put together any kind of article. But she couldn’t seem to think straight today. She couldn’t even pinpoint why her mind was so busy. She leaned back in her seat and dropped her head back and stared at the ceiling as her stomach suddenly growled loudly. She put a slender hand over it as she realized she hadn’t eaten much of anything other than a granola bar she grabbed as she was running out the door. “Maybe I should run to Pop’s...” she thought out loud.

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