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                     @asianadonis said: Talk about Della and I lmao / some positivity meme ft. @crimejournalist / @crimenovelist and the rest of Della’s blogs

      LIKE YOU TWO DON’T KNOW how much I love you. You’ve been with me through the good times and bad, and I honestly couldn’t ask for more amazing friends. We are the salt squad and you two will always hold a place in my heart, honestly I don’t know what I’d do without you two. I’ve got your backs through the think and thin, I honestly don’t think you guys know how grateful I am for you two. 

[naturallyglamorous-a]

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss you.

MISS VERONICA

[ 📱 — SMS : B FOR BEST ] : i miss you too

She had changed so much since she had migrated to Riverdale. Gone was the girl who thought small towns were an unnecessary invention. Gone was the girl who would’ve been rejoiced at the chance of a weekend trip to New York, even if the reason behind it was to ensure her abuelas wellbeing.  

[ 📱 — SMS : B FOR BEST ] : if nothing happens i might be able to take the next flight home[ 📱 — SMS : B FOR BEST ] : any distinct items you want me to pick up while i’m still here?

[movingcrimejournalist]

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[devoutconfidence]

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“This all feels like a really bad nightmare. Except it’s not because I’m awake.” It got tiring being the only calm person in town all the time, listening to other people’s problems but never having anyone to listen to hers.

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“ my father was the first person to break my heart ” serpent & vixen

etween the two of them, it was all about passion, too much testosterone on his side and too much curiosity for trouble on hers. They have been hiding in all of the corners they could found and often it seemed as if Riverdale was a circle, a round place with prying eyes that were ready to catch them. Gladly, both of them were respected gang members and the first thing that one was taught when joining a gang was how to be good at hiding. Hiding themselves, the drugs they were carrying and most importantly – their loved ones. For there was no place for care or love in a blood-stained world and they had to be good only at being bad.

A heart-to-heart conversation was, therefore, something far from typical for them and yet he listened, each word absorbed by his mind – it was often hard for him to understand the meaning of words and it seemed as if she already knew that, speaking as plainly as humanly possible for the next leader of the Serpents to understand.  A broken heart, he had felt the consequences of that. He remembered to this day when his heart had been broken for the first and the last time. A six years old. A small hand waving goodbye without realizing it. The twisted smile of a woman he would never call his mother again. Heartbreaking was the worst beating he had ever received, for all of his other bones had healed, his skin had found a way to stitch itself but his heart? It has been damaged forever.

Now, instead of a joke or a nasty remark, his lips decided to stay silent. His long fingers reached for her delicate ones, holding them as if they were made of glass. A light squeeze of her hand, a reminder of his absence. “ Well, I will make sure that no one breaks your heart ever again.”  At that moment, he meant it. Maybe he was often at a loss for word but his fist could break through ice and bones and he often knew how to turn a warning into a deadly threat.  He couldn’t heal her but he could hurt anyone else who tried that same stunt again.  

If he only knew that two months later he would break his own promise, along with her heart. Two months from now, her father would not seem like the bad guy anymore. He would have an excuse and Jughead? He’d have regrets and a burden to carry all his life.

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With distant footsteps quickly coming louder as his youngest daughter walked down the stairs, Hal looked up from the segment he was reading from the newspaper. It was apparent Betty might be running late for something early this morning. It was a nice Saturday morning so of course teens would be teens and want to meet out and have fun an enjoy the sun, hopefully, Betty was intending on doing the same. However, in his mind, this Saturday was supposed to differ from her usual Saturday morning. “ Hey sweetie, ” Hal called out to draw her attention before she walked out of the door. “ What happened to us having our father-daughter bonding time working on the car? ” He questioned as he raised his coffee mug up to take a sip from it.

@crimejournalist ( betty cooper )

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Happy late father's day DADDY ;) ;) ;)

     HAL certainly didn’t deserve Betty as a daughter, with everything he put her through and maybe thats how this started, Betty calling Veronica daddy in private and while they messed around. Veronica certainly didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, it caused a grin to appear on the heiress’s face as she pulled the girl flushed against her. “Do I get something for late father’s day?”She purred against the blonde’s ear. 

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continued from here !

   arms   FOLD   across   his   body   as   he    watches   the   other   attempt   to   threaten   him,   amused   SMIRK   spreading   on   his   lips.   did   she   really    think   he   was   going   to   afraid   of   some    pathetic,   POPULAR   girl?   the   snake   on   his   SKIN    should   be   enough   to   show   her   that   he   wasn’t   about   to   be   PUSHED   around   by   anyone,   least   of   all   her.   laughing,   he   MOVES   closer   towards   the   door   that   he   was   apparently   blocking   and   GLARES   down   at   her,   hoping   to   prove   to   her   that   he   was   the   LEAST   bit   worried   about   her   presence   or   bitchy   comments.

    “aww,   you’re   not   SCARED   are   you?”   he   asks   MOCKINGLY,   stepping   towards   her   SLIGHTLY,   closing   the   space   between   them.   “it’s   okay   princess,   us   snakes   only   BITE   when   under   attack.”   he   states,    tongue   RUNNING   across   teeth   as   he   CONTINUES   to   watch   her,   LOVING   every   second   of   this   pretty,   rich   girl   display   she   was   putting   on.    “don’t   worry,   i   have   NO   interest   in   playing   a   part   in   this   sweet,   PERFECT   little   life   of   yours.”   he   adds.    “so   how   about   you   get   out   of   my   way   instead?   and   we   can   get   ON   with   our   lives?”    /   @crimejournalist      

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    Her lips turn up in a smile, fingers intertwining with the other’s. “You’re beautiful too, you know that?”She hummed softly, bringing her hand up to her mouth to ghost over her lips. “I think that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”Her words were true. Betty made her want to be better in every way and Sabrina was grateful for her being in her life. 

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@crimejournalist​ -- aka she the guinea pig lmao

‘‘Please make it stop, Betty. Please. Listen I’ll buy you Pop’s. Sing you a song! Anything to make you stop talking about math for ten minutes.’’ 

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@crimejournalist | cont. from here

( betty )

▌✨ ▌❝V—-❞ HALTS, SWALLOWS THE LUMP IN HER THROAT… EMERALD IRISES DROP DOWN instantly to the ground underneath them. Her voice coming out wavery—- weak and pained. Glancing up at the ceiling, eyelashes fluttering to prevent the tears from slipping down her cheeks. ❝Jughead, I-…We broke up. Jughead and I. I mean… I broke up with him and yet? I’m crying! I—❞ GLOSSED EYES, BROKEN CHUCKLE as she shakes her head clearly, her emotions are tearing her apart, ripping through her very soul and digging into her heart knowing exactly how SOFT it is. A heart simply swayed by its emotions and even though she broke it off with him, it stings so much. The back of her hand brushes away the tears that escape, sniffling and attempting to keep herself contained, remembers her mothers words. ( don’t let them see you like this, elizabeth. it shows just how vulnerable you are. ) A lesson she has been told over & over again.

SHAKES IT OFF. NO MORE TEARS. DON’T CRY BOY A BOY. ❝…… Can we just I don’t know? Have a girls night just you and me! I—- I’ve been childishly avoiding Jughead who has been trying to talk to me. And I am close to breaking down and just taking him back again. But….I just can’t do that! I want to get out of Riverdale. I love him I do. I’m going to love him forever, that’s true. But our relationship is a rollercoaster ride. Up and down. And CLEARLY, it’s not doing good on my health. I think my anxiety got worse. So please! Help me out V. Just need to break apart from him.❞ Does she sound INSANE? Yes. But she wants better for herself. Maybe one day she and Jughead could come together? Maybe not. All she knows is what they have just isn’t healthy and only one person she trusts enough to help her through this, to get out of this is Veronica Loge.

VERONICA FROWNED AND MENTALLY CURSED HER GRANDMOTHER OUT FOR ALWAYS               chastising her whenever she did it. She never failed to remember the criticism whenever she dared to use her facial muscles and she refused to think of any member of her family whilst the person that had turned out to be the most important one in her life was in pain.  ❝A girl’s night sounds great.❞  She could distract Betty from the breakup and in turn, Betty could make her postpone ending Jughead’s life for daring to hurt her. ❝ I can move some money around and get us out of this screwed up town.❞ At least for the night although she wanted nothing more than to permanently remove the blonde from Riverdale. It had done enough damage to the two of them. She wasn’t going to let it do any more. 

❝We’ll figure something out. ❞ SHE TOOK HER HANDS IN HER OWN, SILENTLY PRAYING FOR HER TO  suddenly gain powers that made her able to take her pain. When they failed to appear she flashed the other a smile.  ❝But for now all you need to worry your pretty little head about is where you want to be tonight. I suggest limiting it to this country to ensure a faster reward and we are leaving the state, ❞ there was nothing within the state limits that was anywhere near interesting enough for the plans that she was drawing up for them.  ❝other than that you have complete freedom of where you want to spend your evening.❞ It wasn’t enough. Veronica wasn’t kidding herself. She simply hoped it would do for the first night. It was no secret that she had wanted to leave as soon as she had arrived in town but since then things had gotten personal. A murderer on the loose and the lack of one GOOD clothing store had been bad but this was unacceptable. No person nor place made Betty Cooper cry and get away with it. Not if she had something to say about it.

[movingcrimejournalist]

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                            “ I LIKE to come up here and just sit... watch the people on the street, think about where they might be going. you can’t beat this view. ” he struggles to hold in a cough as the open air hits him in the back of the throat, sending him into a spiral of hacking. it takes a second for him to get his bearings again, looking back over at her. “ what if we just stayed up here and never looked back? ”

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[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. Her lips left heated trace on his skin, a lucky man he was. Partially. Complete happiness never existed. At least not in his world. The temperature emitting from her lips was like an irony, a mockery to the cold body hidden in their backyard – at least the girl, now just a form of flesh and bones, was not freezing because she no longer could feel the cold. Oppositions. His world was full of it. In that night, it was no exception. She was kissing him and yet her rage, her anger it was all present and there – in her eyes. Was she going to punish too? He didn’t. He didn’t want to now.

Love. Once she told him she loved him and it sounded like a threat, it was supposed to a confession of affection but he heard the warning in it. She loved him and oh her love, it knew no boundaries.  With her love, the jealousy came too and the constant suspicion. He told he could fix it by showing her, remind her that he was only hers. Sadly, his feelings were not enough to convince her. The world had to stop looking at him, the girl who he warned never to speak again to him didn’t listen. Under any other circumstances, he would have been flattered but now there was a body in their backyard and a secret. It was out of love, he reminded himself. A crime of passion. But it was still murder, wasn’t it?

What if she decide to kill him too? That way he would always be hers – her first love, her loss to mourn.  At that moment, he didn’t know what was worse – dying or not living with her. Leaving? Not an option. She would always find him and then he didn’t know what kind of chaos she was going to welcome into his home. Her heated lips against his skin –  a small incentive for him to think of an alibi. “ I love you.” He muttered. Even like this. Now he doubted that he could ever love someone who was not a complete monster.

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[fulldarkncstars]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing tomorrow?

  [ SMS — B ❤️ ]: You.   [ SMS — B ❤️ ]: No, I figured we could fly out to Paris and get out of the doom & gloom.   [ SMS — B ❤️ ]: We deserve a little weekend trip don’t you think?

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