#. ❝ ωяιтε тσ ℓιvε αη∂ ℓιvε тσ ωяιтε . ⟨ тняεα∂ ⟩

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@joneshead | continued from x.

        ❝It seems as if your LAWYERS just might not be that competent,❞ Veronica observes, only sparing a moment to wonder where Jughead had even FOUND the so-called defence attorneys before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. Fingertips lift to rub at her temple, and she adjusts her grip on her mobile before continuing to speak. ❝I have CONNECTIONS in New York, but... It doesn’t seem like it’d be the best idea to bring MORE of daddy’s associates into town.❞ Especially now that the clock is steadily t i c k i n g down to Hiram’s arrival. Each time she allows herself to think about it, a particularly uncomfortable LUMP surfaces in her throat, and limits her capacity to breathe for a moment.

        ❝I’m sorry. I just-- how did everything c h a n g e so fast?❞ Dynamics were SHIFTING in Riverdale, people were evolving, and Veronica almost feels as if she’s watching a slow motion train wreck all over again.❝Anyway-- how is he? Tell him not to lose hope.❞

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『 week 1 immunity challenge with @joneshead. 』

        ❝SHORTCUT through the trees, around the long way on the beach, or over the hill,❞ Veronica repeats, lip twisting downwards in dismay. She isn’t all too sure of what kind of challenge she’d been expecting, after all, but a test of SPEED-- while tied to JUGHEAD JONES, no less-- doesn’t exactly sound like the most pleasant of tasks. Especially when he a l r e a d y seems to be teetering on the verge of a complaint. After the release of a short exhale, she’s quick to cut him off.

          ❝The beach seems to be the most UNREALISTIC option, and I’m not going to risk climbing ANYTHING while I’m tied to you. So-- trees it is.❞ She laces their fingers together, ready to DRAG him through the clustering of trees if necessary, and allows her gaze to linger on the forest for a moment longer before finally glancing towards her partner. ❝Don’t let me DOWN, Jones.❞ The signal goes, and Veronica RUNS.

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『 week 2 immunity challenge with @hiarchie. 』

          Across the see-saw, under the rope net, over the wall ... Okay, so she can’t QUITE remember the rest, but it seems easy enough, in theory (maybe if Veronica keeps repeating this, she’ll start b e l i e v i n g it). Her thoughts soon become occupied, however, with the purple blindfold that Archie is holding out towards her, and she takes it in her grasp before positioning it over her eyes and tying the ends together with a sturdy double knot. 

          ❝Think we’ll need to test it out ? Ask me how many FINGERS you’re holding up, Archiekins,❞ she teases, though her own fingers reach out and quickly lace around his own. She tilts her head towards her partner, and allows a small smile to grace her lips before she speaks once more. ❝We’ve got this.❞

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Text from: Queen B ✉ come on, V! Text from: Queen B ✉ he’s 100% nicer than chuck clayton, i swear Text from: Queen B ✉ just give him one chance. please? 

          Veronica takes a final look at the notifications blinking on her lock screen before letting her phone slip from her grasp and fall onto the arm of the couch she’s seated at with a soft thump. Her novel-- To Kill a Mockingbird-- has long-since been FORGOTTEN as a result of her text marathon with Betty, and as she shifts to glance at the other occupant of the room, it careens over the edge of the lounge and tumbles to the floor. 

          Archie is currently lazing at the other end of the couch in the living room of her Pembrooke apartment while he writes out chords on a new stack of sheet music (they usually spend time together in PRIVATE; it’s part of the job description when one is in a SECRET relationship, after all), and she takes plenty time to carry out the action of scooting closer to him, hand slowly winding around his arm as she thinks of the n i c e s t way to break the news.  

          ❝Archie...❞ A pause. ❝Can we TALK about something?❞

『 @steeledwill. 』

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『 @ofriiverdale​ | continued from here. 』

         ❝What? I have NO idea what you’re talking about.❞ A pause. ❝Just-- whatever you do, DON’T go into the kitchen.❞ That’s where the remainder of her attempt to make him a birthday cake (as well as the broken mixer) lies, anyway.

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『 αяcнιε αη∂яεωs 』

    It wasn’t often that Archie Andrews was at a loss for words — but it happened every once in a while. He didn’t really feel much like talking right then, anyway, and sometimes there was just… nothing to say. The redhead shrugged and met Veronica’s concerned gaze for a second before looking back at the blindingly white hospital floor. “I’m okay, Ronnie.�� He’d be a lot BETTER when the doctors were able to tell him that his dad was going to be just fine, but until then… until then, he couldn’t do much more than sit there and keep waiting.

[ @aandrcws​ ]

         ❝You don’t--❞ A pause. ❝You don’t HAVE to be okay, you know. No one’s expecting you to just get up and carry on.❞ As a lull falls in their conversation, Veronica reaches over and runs careful fingertips through his hair, before bringing her hand to a halt at the nape of his neck. Archie looks t i r e d (WITHDRAWN, almost), and it makes her heart ache. She’s not all that experienced with this kind of life and death situation, not when it’s so close to someone’s heart, which is what leads her to allow silence to fill the space between them, rather than words.

          Heels click on the floor as a group of nurses walk by. Pages turn, and people mutter as they busy themselves with distractions. Veronica wishes that she was better at DISTRACTIONS. Teeth graze across her bottom lip, and her gaze wanders across the room before she finally spots-- ❝Do you want some coffee? I think there’s a machine over there.❞

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『 @overmanyburgers | continued from here 』

『 text: torombolo 』well hello (again) to you too, juggiekins 『 text: torombolo 』1) archie’s still asleep 『 text: torombolo 』2) i thought we had a MUTUAL AGREEMENT to not speak about this 『 text: torombolo 』3) i think you have the wrong number 『 text: torombolo 』😉💜

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If you asked Veronica Lodge about it, she’d tell you that the outcome of the latest Riverdale High football game (which had ended in a spectacular win for the Bulldogs),  had only been achieved due to ‘constant encouragement’ on the part of the Vixens. Truth be told, she’d wanted to celebrate a little longer-- it had been the first time she’d felt so EXHILARATED about a sport, after all-- but Betty had gone home, Kevin and Reggie were nowhere to be found (had she really expected Kevin to come to a football game?), and Cheryl... Well, Cheryl was another can of worms that she wasn’t willing to prise open just yet. 

A few moments are spent wherein Veronica loiters on the bleachers, picking up her bag and rearranging her uniform after having gotten changed; but when she’s finally ready to throw in the towel and head home, she glances up and immediately allows her gaze to fall upon the other occupant of the almost-deserted field. 

❝Arch!❞ A hand shoots up into the air before she begins waving enthusiastically. ❝Hey, Archiekins!❞ Her duffel bag is swung onto her shoulder before she steps onto the grass and makes a beeline towards her friend to help him close the distance between them both. 

『 @steeledwill 』

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『 @villainofriverdale | continued from here 』

『 text: reggiekins 』excellent 『 text: reggiekins 』i’m admittedly a little drunk so i’d appreciate having an arm to hold onto 『 text: reggiekins 』you know, in case i trip 『 text: reggiekins 』i appreciate the rest of you too, though 『 text: reggiekins 』at times 『 text: reggiekins 』:*

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『 @ajugheadjones | continued from here 』

❝Does my SPONTANEITY have to be accompanied by r e a s o n i n g, Juggy?❞ the teenager asks, hand ghosting over Jughead’s shoulders with a languid smirk. ❝You’re you, I’m me, and... We’re both here.❞ Perhaps she thinks that echoing a sentiment from an earlier exchange between the pair will help him make up his own mind.  ❝The only thing that’s going on in my MIND is that you’re no fun when it comes to truth or dare.❞ (Even though he’s absolutely not allowed to pick truth, rather than a dare, in this particular scenario).

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The declaration of Cheryl’s intended retribution stuns Veronica into silence for a few beats-- she hadn’t exactly known what to expect when asked to accompany her friend (classmate? Fellow Vixen? Fellow Vixen sounded safe enough) to the mall, and almost been tempted to lower her guard after they’d visited the fourth store without any hassle whatsoever when Cheryl had finally spoken her mind. It’s startlingly reminiscent of her own announcement after the sticky maple debacle, and at this point, she isn’t sure whether she should be egging Cheryl on or trying to calm her down.

Honestly, at first she isn’t sure whether to feel surprised or just out of the loop-- to be fair, though, she has had her own demons to battle over the past few days-- but nevertheless, her eyebrows arch as she processes what she has just heard. How the HELL did the situation decline from Archie getting a place at a music program to-- well, this? She’d warned him about the consequences of accepting extravagant favours, even if they didn’t seem to have any strings attached whatsoever, but the last thing she’d expected to come out of the situation was Cheryl to be the one sounding hurt. ❝Unfortunately, Archie’s a TEENAGE BOY,❞ she finally replies, shaking her head in an almost tired fashion (and really, she’s all but OVER boys and their stupid decisions at this point), ❝And this means that he hasn’t quite learnt how to use his brain yet. It almost sounds like you were both expecting different outcomes to all of this. Archie wanted a place at the music program, and you...❞ Wanted Archie. ❝In any case, it seems that kissing Archie Andrews is a rather dangerous habit.❞

She adjusts her grip on the bags in her arms in an attempt to fill the silence while gathering some proper advice for Cheryl, but still finds herself coming up short. The matter of Archie Andrews, unfortunately, has always been a devastatingly complicated one. ❝I have no doubts that this is going to sound hypocritical coming from me, but-- in this situation, will hurting him really make you feel better? It almost sounds like--❞ Don’t say it-- ❝you care about him.❞ She said it.

『 @vixxen 』

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😢

@murdvrcr sent 😢 for a starter | 10 |  accepting!

MY MUSE DISCOVERS YOURS ALL BLOODY AND BRUISED. MY MUSE REACTS.

❝–Jug?❞

Veronica’s voice, usually so poised and collected, TREMBLES as she reaches out towards Jughead’s face, only beginning to hesitate when her hand is merely inches away from one particularly nasty bruise that’s beginning to bloom over the expanse of his cheekbone like a flower in spring. When her fingertips finally meet with his skin, she carefully cradles his jaw in her hand and looks him up and down once, twice, then thrice, brows furrowing with deeper amounts of concern each time. 

❝What happened? Who did this to you?❞

Already, plans of revenge are being etched across her thoughts; she wants to think that she’s better than her father, that she knows better– but really, is there any point in being a LODGE if you have to get your own hands dirty? 

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@survivingriverdale. ♔

“Cause, I’ve asked you b e f o r e.” And she seems insulted. But, he’s not sure why she’s insulted because she’s always the one who has the upper hand. “I have some nerve? You know what, forget it. I have no idea what I was thinking” He’s not making assumptions. He’s going off past behavior. She almost seemed jealous earlier. But, that’s been replaced with something closer to annoyance now.

“Why don’t you go back inside and dance with Archie and I’ll go back to having a good time with someone else. Then, I won’t be able to make any more assumptions about you.”

                    ❝ You  have  the  manners  of  a   NEANDERTHAL!! ❞   Veronica  declares,   crossing  her  arms  as  her  eyes  narrow.   She  hadn’t   STARTED   this  fight,   but  she  can  certainly   f i n i s h   it  if  necessary.   The  clack  of  her  heels  echoes  around  the  empty  hallway  as  she  takes  one,   then  two  steps  towards  Reggie,   and  she  lifts  a  hand  to  jab  an  accusatory  finger  at  his  chest.   ❝ Archie’s  my   FRIEND,   and  that’s  all----   which  is  more  than  I  can  say  for   US,   in  any  case.   How   HARD   is  it  for  you  men  to  understand  when  a  girl’s  trying  to  make  you   JEALOUS?? ❞

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😢 I love these!!

@vixxen sent 😢 for a starter | 4 |  accepting! 

MY MUSE CALLS YOURS IN TEARS.

❝Cheryl?❞ 

The word can barely be heard as it tumbles from her lips; Veronica half-expects the voice at the other end of the line to inform her that she’s about to be hung up on, or even laugh at her as she forces herself to just breathe, breathe, BREATHE, for god’s sake–  ❝I– I don’t know why I called, I just–❞ There’s no hidden agenda, no game that she’s trying to play. Veronica could have dialled a hundred (or at least four) other people before even considering to turn to Cheryl Blossom, but a force of fate (or perhaps just an inexplicable death wish on her part) had led her to scroll straight down to the redhead’s number, only hesitating for a moment before pushing the call button.

She hadn’t even expected to be greeted with anything other than her voicemail, but now that Riverdale’s most infamous Vixen is listening to her laboured breaths and pathetic sniffles, she isn’t quite sure how to respond. The set of pearls gifted to her from Hiram lie close– much too close– to where she sits on the floor, and after extending a leg, she mercilessly kicks the box beneath her bed. Her chest heaves as one particular exhale quakes violently, and before she can carry out a weak attempt to convince herself that she’s fine and just hang up, she bursts into tears all over again.

❝My father–❞  God, her father had landed in this mess because of Cheryl’s father, and yet she chose to go crying to the devil herself about it. Excellent logic, Veronica.

There’s no doubt in her mind that Cheryl has already heard about it (of course she would have, she’s a Blossom), but Veronica forces herself to choke out one final sentence, anyway. ❝They sentenced him– twenty-five years.❞

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Although she had always known that she’d be going back to New York one day (Riverdale was quaint, but that was exactly what the problem was: it was QUAINT, and small, and the worst consequence of the tight-knit community was that everyone would catch a whiff of your dirty laundry before you’d even realised that it had gotten out); if not for college, then for some reason or another-- Veronica Lodge had never even allowed the concept of travelling back to her favourite city accompanied by Jughead Jones to surface in her mind, and yet-- well, here they are. 

The two of them, admittedly, had not meshed all too well during her first year at Riverdale (more specifically; for the duration in which Jason Blossom’s murder investigation was carried out), but the fact that they shared friends had ultimately led them to make an ATTEMPT to get along. Veronica had learnt two things the first time she’d made plans to meet alone with Jughead at Pop’s: the first being that he was an unapologetic cherry stealer (and by this, Veronica means literal cherries-- she still feels a little wary whenever he’s in her vicinity while she drinks a milkshake with a cherry adorning the beverage), and the second being that, aside from the obvious, they actually weren’t so DIFFERENT after all. They both adored classic literature (Capote being a particular favourite), they could each take as much as they gave when it came to witty remarks, and-- though Veronica would never admit it-- she sometimes felt like an outsider in the town, too.  

Thus, a friendship had slowly bloomed as the seasons passed; and by the time they reached one particular lunch time during senior year when Jughead had offhandedly mentioned that he’d been accepted to a college in New York, Veronica hadn’t even thought twice before suggesting that they could, perhaps, go together. The apartment that she’d flown over to look at during the previous weekend had two bedrooms after all, and she’d rather invite Jughead to stay with her than risk inviting a STRANGER into her soon-to-be home. No one had looked more surprised by the gesture than Veronica had felt, but Jughead’s expression had admittedly come rather close.

Despite this, however, they had in fact made their way to the big city during the summer after graduation. Veronica had been just a little more than thrilled at the prospect of showing her friend around the city that she loved, and would have been entirely ready to jump straight into a tour of nearby Central Park if it had not been for the fact that, upon rolling their bags into their apartment, they had come to the realisation that the space had not come fully furnished. 

She’d like to say that she’d been able to convince Jughead to accompany her to Ligne Roset, or even the Armani Casa on 3rd Avenue, but-- well. The IKEA in SoHo wasn’t even close to the caliber of furniture that she’d been intending to decorate her apartment with (she’d never even stepped FOOT in an IKEA before today, to be perfectly honest). 

Well, at least they’re staying far away from the Brooklyn outlet.

❝You know, Juggy, it still isn’t too late to turn around and go to ARMANI,❞ she points out, tugging lightly at her friend’s arm even as he continues to march towards the entrance of the store.

『 @writesanovel 』

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『 continued from here 』

If the sudden contact throws Veronica off, she doesn’t let it show-- instead, she is quick to reach up and thread her fingertips through her classmate’s own (it’s Scott, of course it’s Scott, the guy is too damn nice for his own good) before flashing him a wide, THANKFUL smile. ❝Evening, d a r l i n g,❞ she replies easily, looking up at him for almost a moment too long before reluctantly, theatrically glancing back at her unwanted seat mate as if she’d all but forgotten about him.

❝I hardly suppose it matters; I believe that our friend was just about to take his leave for the evening.❞ And indeed, the man is already beginning to mutter an unintelligible apology as he rises hastily from his seat and slinks away, quickly dissolving into the figures and shapes of the other occupants of the bar. She’s completely ready to launch into a long-winded complaint that conveys her complete and utter annoyance at the fact that men will only respect women if they’ve already got another MAN on their arm, but her polite upbringing brings the planned tirade to a temporary halt so that she may instead cast her eyes upon the jock and flash a small smile in his direction. ❝Scott. I’d hoped that it wouldn’t be necessary to call in any backup, but... Thank you. That guy was S T U B B O R N.❞

『 @ofpackisms 』