#socialpariah ;; [ jughead ]

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 PLOTTED STARTER ;; @socialpariah

                fuck this town. that was josh’s only thought when his parents dragged him here after the events of last year. his sister’s were dead and there was nothing he could do about that anymore. his parent’s noticed his mental spiraling shortly after the prank his friends pulled that sent his sister’s off a cliff and into the mines. they decided to relocate, find a smaller town with fewer people and better therapists. that way josh’s parents didn’t need to look after him every second of every day. what could possibly happen in such a small town?

               monday, he pulled open the big glass doors to attend his first therapy appointment with his new doctor. the pills didn’t seem to be working, but he kept this information to himself. he had gotten used to feeling this way and the last thing he wanted was a trip to the loony bin. josh sat in the waiting room next to colorful pamphlets about suicide and depression. been there, tried that. depression was the only thing he was actually diagnosed with. on top of the voices and the fact that he saw his sisters dying almost every day. 

                josh’s eyes looked up to the door when he saw another male walk in. his eyes followed him until he took a seat in the same clinical looking chairs. they looked around the same age... maybe this was his chance to actually make a friend around here. albeit, it probably wasn’t the best place to have a first interaction, but maybe they had something in common. 

                                            “ hey --- i’m josh.. just moved here. hey, where’s the best place to get a cheeseburger around here? i’m gonna need a pig out joint or a... a morning after breakfast place if you know what i’m saying. ”  a small chuckle escaped his lips as he attempted to break the ice. he was never one for subtlety... or trying to make friends. 

[wolfqueennamedstark]

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               They’d be separated for months. FP was keen on keeping her away after the infection on her leg had gotten Jughead so sick. It took a couple weeks for Jug to wake up from the coma and she’d been allowed to see him once to confirm he was alive, but since then nothing. 

               “What’re you doing here? FP will kill me if he gets a whiff that you were here.” Her hands stayed still on her armrests, but her fingers twitched to touch him. His words reverberated in her mind: ‘You said you weren’t ready to live in a world without me. How is avoiding me any different?’ Her chest constricted and she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. 

               Her hands reached out quickly, pulling him close as gently as she could with the sense of urgency and kissed him. It was like a breath of air after being underwater.

[antcinettetopaz]

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♀ - heartbreaking txt [ tt —-> snowflake ] hotdog got hit by a car this morning , we might have to put him down 

[southsidelover]

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He had stumbled in, looking like a mess - different than that fight he’d had before, the black eye he’d earned then needing only a steak to cool off the skin. Instead she could see the blood as it seeped out from beneath his clothes, the leather at the sleeves, dripping when she looked down to the floor. The zig-zagging pattern enough to tip her off that something had gone down in his time back at Riverdale High, telling her then, that he was staying behind in order to help wrap up some business for the Blue and Gold before his suspension truly began. Perhaps something was looking to speed up his timeline, perhaps there were Ghoulies out there, looking for trouble... But did it really matter? Slamming down the cup that she’d been cleaning to chase on after him, following the trail of blood drops he left towards the men’s bathroom. The door flew open beneath her touch, uncaring if this wasn’t meant to be a place for her when the caretaker in her was screaming. A bottle of everclear in one hand, her eyes focused on the cuts that streamed over his shoulder. But the blood wasn’t the shocker here, brown eyes widening as they drank in the further damage that coursed down his bare arms, needing only a moment to realize.... oh. Somehow, the pieces clicking into place, why even that night he’d been so reluctant and unwilling. Moving forwards before he could hide it all away from her, a hand at his wrist, pulling his arm out. Saying nothing for the moment in which she stared, taking it in, slow motion. Not sure if the noises she heard outside anymore were other patrons, or her own heart breaking, letting go after a moment, eyes travelling upwards to meet his own. “... let me clean this up for you, okay? And then... can I come over after my shift? I wanna talk to you.” @socialpariah

[eternalandiconic]

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“Tell me again why you think this is going to work..” her voice trailed on. “Because at this rate, it sounds like Peter Parker lost his talents.”

[palmedscar]

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[perfectioncursed]

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[jrnalst]

     UP  IN  FLAMES  ,  A  FIERY  GLOW  SHE  REMEMBERS  FILLING  HER  SIGHT  ,  STAINED  AND  REMAINING  . when she recalled the event, the burning of the trailer he grew up in, she figured it really solidified the reality for her that the cooper house was no longer that, it was the jones house. perhaps that was in her best interest though, there were too many memories associated with it in her mother’s name and there was a chance the house would be better suited to new owners. besides, although it was odd to think of at first, she couldn't fathom anyone better to take on the murder house on elm street than the jones family.

with the play at an end, there were other pressing matters to deal with: the farm, jughead’s mother, and her housing situation among other things. while veronica was generous enough to allow accommodations for her, she knew the raven wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long considering the ordeal her parent’s were going through meaning an alternative was in need. that, however, was on the end of her list.  ❝  what are the chances the trailer wasn’t the only source of gladys’ new empire  ?  ❞ betty posed the question, eyes lifting to the man opposite her. straight back to business, the musical only a temporary break. they had to start asking questions and creating theories on her plans whether already in motion or not to shut her operation down and, hopefully, run her out. 

despite wanting to be normal, striving for a sense of calm and making a statement to be simply teens, none of them could achieve that quite yet. they had to get to the bottom of a few more investigations first and although the farm worried her, she wanted to help jughead as she had previously promised him for his sake and for his father’s.

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[swcctserpentarchive]

“ you learn to control it yet? ”  being appointed jughead’s unofficial babysitter had been the last thing he’d wanted --- but who was he to tell fp jones no, right? sweet pea hadn’t had a choice, when it came down to it, and that was what set his teeth on edge about this whole thing. if jughead had come to him and asked for his help? he would’ve offered it freely, because he wasn’t the complete asshole people liked to make him out to be, and he remembered what the first few changes felt like. how alone he’d been. but having his choice taken away has left him brusque and snappish; he hasn’t been helping jughead, so much as he’s been shoving him, hard, in the right direction with a firm hand.  “ ‘cause you know we’re gonna have to put you down if you don’t get that shit locked down, and soon, jones. ”  that’s a lie, and not a good one, but say it with enough menace and people will believe anything. 

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[wolfqueennamedstark]

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               “I have one pair of converse just in case my boots give me blisters.” Blue eyes shot him a glare from across the table before rummaging through her bag again. It was more akin to Marry Poppin’s bag than an actual purse. “Here’s a couple robot ones and triple antibiotic ointment. Don’t bother making a face at me and just put it on.”

[socialpariah]

                                                          IND / SELECTIVE                                              SWEET PEA / JUGHEAD JONES                                                        from cw’s riverdale                                                @loyalserpvnt​ / @socialpariah​                                                                penned by                                                               zara / katya 

[gleamingcrowns]

@socialpariah starter for jughead from cheryl

Cheryl was spending a few too many days in the trailer park. She was starting to get looks from the rest of the Serpents. Mostly because the ones that were her age knew what she had said, and done to them. But since she met Toni and heard the stories about them, it made her have a change of heart. Going to Jughead’s trailer, she knocked on the door before just letting herself in. “Beanie Boy, we need to talk.”

[eternalandiconic]

@socialpariah LIKED for a VALENTINE’S DAY STARTER

“Roses are red, violets are blue..” her voice hummed, sitting across from in the cafeteria. A smile still glowed on her lips as her heels clicked against the floor, even as she sat down. “You’re hat’s still tacky and I really don’t like you.”

[wolfqueennamedstark]

{ @socialpariah }

It’s like we’re on the edge of the world. Like we’re safe. Only, we’re not.

[evilveined]

I’m gonna play civ , but i’m gonna be on this account tomorrow to catch up on my starters & answer memes . but hmu if you want to do anything .

edit: @socialpariah if u don’t think i’m gonna give the world the evie jughead it deserves ur wrong .

[parentsgalore-blog]

"nightmare" ( for jb! )

nightmare meme || @socialpariah

JB didn’t think it would happen, typically her nightmares fade after a while. She hadn’t told anyone of her frequent dreams that turned to nightmares, they just happened and she figured they’d disappear as she got older. Everyone had nightmares every night, right? The light brunette woke up in a panic, eyes darting around her dimly lit room. Her white christmas lights that were hanging on the walls were the only thing that was lighting the room. She swallowed back thickly, a small whimper from her pink lips. The small girl slowly pushed her covers off of her, walking out of the room. The room that Jughead was staying in was just down the hall. She quietly walked down the hall, not wanting to wake her parents up, though they were sleeping in other rooms since she knew her mother wouldn’t let her dad in the same bed, at least not yet anyways. She opened the door carefully, not seeing her brother. A small frown came to her lips, head slowly turning back behind her when she spotted him coming from the bathroom. “Juggie..” She whispered, arms immediately wrapping around him in a tight embrace. Yeah, she was the tough girl now but when her nightmares got as bad as it had that night, she would always take the comfort of her brother. “Ca-Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked, her voice soft, scared almost.