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diiedloved:

               ❝Something freaky…❞ Violet commented, turning another page to see what was on the other side. It was similar to the page that had been left open when Tate had tossed it onto the floor after he deemed it boring compared to the good stuff that they were in search of. It was a bunch of scribbles she didn’t recognize, but it didn’t mean she didn’t have a suspicion as to what it actually was.❝Yeah, I thought so, too,❞ she replied in a soft voice, trying to make out something familiar. Most people claiming to be in the satanic scene drew a bunch of crosses, mostly ones that were upside down, and anarchy symbols around to prove their point.

               This though? It looked a bit more serious than kiddie play.❝Maybe,❞ she said, flipping through the pages.❝It’s what it looks like anyways. Here we thought he was boring. You know, ninja turtle shirt aside.❞ It was a flippant comment and then Violet was closing the book, teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she thought about what to do about this. There was no laptop around so he probably had it with him at school, or whatever other form of technology he owned.❝I bet his parents have a computer we can use. Maybe in their room or downstairs. We could look this up there.❞

“Hey,” He pointed at her. “This ninja turtle shirt is pretty fuckin’ cool.”

Tate took the journal from Violet and looked over it’s contents. “Shit, maybe this kid is more serious than I thought. Some of these symbols I’ve never seen before...” He scanned the page, squinting his eyes as though the latin terminology would become clear then. 

“We should go to his parent’s room and look up some of the shit he is saying,” He commented. “What if this kid actually has a connection to the devil? I don’t know where we are now but where ever it is...it doesn’t match the description of Hell,” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Hell is supposed to be flames. Flames, razorblades, torture. This is just...stagnant torture. Us stuck forever in time. Not growing or changing...” He peered over at Violet, a sickness coiling in his lower belly.

“I did something wrong and I can never take it back. And maybe this kid can get us out of hell, or whatever this is.” 

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I’,m back. Life is hard. I am sorry. I am replying.

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I owe darkncsss.

More replies later or tomorrow depending on what’s goin on today ijfijf

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jugheadsjnes:

Jughead peered his head around door frame of his room to see the empty couch in the next room where he usually finds his dad asleep whether it’s a mid day nap or crashing on the couch after a long night out.

Jughead: no, i think he’s out on the southside again.

Tate pulled his covers back and let his phone lay on the bed after having read the reply. He grabbed a t-shirt from the floor, not really caring if it were wrinkled or not, and slipped it over his head. He opened his drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms that had the Nirvana logo all over them.

Tate: turn your porch light on because it’s dark as shit in your trailer park when it’s night time and it’s spooky as fuck

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jugheadsjnes:

Jughead’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing the newest notification on his phone had Jughead reading the message over and over just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He knew he had to contain the way his emotions were  considering the fact that they were a mess. 

Jughead: When can I see you?

Tate smiled bigger when he got the next text, his heart aching with longing for the person on the other end. 

Tate: is your dad home?

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jugheadsjnes:

Jughead didn’t usually sleep until early hours. He spends his nights staring at ceilings and being stuck in his own thoughts. He was laying in his bed with his arms at his side, gazing up at the ceiling hoping that a curtain of exhaustion would come over him. The sound of his phone brought him back into reality. The words on the screen brought a sense of happiness to the brunette.

❝ I need you too. Nights aren’t easy without you here. ❞

Tate’s heart about jumped to his throat when his phone buzzed noisily on his night stand. He grabbed it and unlocked the screen, a faint smile on his face. Of course Jug was awake. 

tate: I love you too, by the way. 

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Tate could not sleep, as much as he tried. No position was comfortable enough to make his mind stop spinning. He grabbed his phone and texted to Jughead:

I need you. I just want to sleep by you. 

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“Sorry. Don’t believe in werewolves,” Tate crossed his arms, his brows raised at the other. “Nice try, though.”

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jugheadsjnes:

❝ you didn’t push me into anything, i wanted to.i wasn’t in the right mindset at the time but i am now. i wanted to do all those things because I love you, Tate.  ❞  And it was true, he did love him, unconditionally. He didn’t expect him to understand or even share similar feelings, he would continue to admit his feelings to Tate. Even after being apart for a few months, his feelings stayed true. Jughead had only ever felt love with one other person, Riverdale’s golden girl Betty Cooper. But that was before they started to grow apart. He didn’t feel the type of love he had felt for his best friend. They connected together with ease, sharing similar personalities of being loners and outcasts. He hasn’t been in touch with her since he left and he was starting to believe all those things she had said to him, were meaningless. 

❝ I don’t know what’s really come over to me to act this way other than the neglect I’ve been facing from my family. I spent my life living on my own and raising myself to be the person I am today. Most of the knowledge people have learned being raised by their parents, I never was taught any of those things. I’m sorry, for all the trouble I’ve caused you. Causing trouble is basically my thing, I don’t exactly follow societal norms. I’m sure you’ve noticed..  ❞

Jughead told him he loved him and he felt his chest tighten and his throat narrow. He could hear a clock in his head and it’s ever insistent-ticking---the same clock that started after Jughead left. Well, more so the clock that started when Jughead did not return.

Tate’s inner clock seemed to be timing when he should take his revenge on the town that tore apart the one beautiful thing about his life. It was he and Jughead, cuddling, partying, and then it turned to sex and then Tate saw it all burn up. He had been sure Jughead would never return. That he had abandoned him. 

Although he heard the lovely words, the clock inside of him continued to tick.

Tate forced a warm smile and pulled the other in a hug, finding himself unable to return the response. 

“Duh! It’s you, after all,” Tate laughed and plucked his beanie off of his head.

“Not much as changed since you were gone except Sophia Arnet is pregnant. Corey Greenwood finally got sent to jail so everybody’s been facebooking about that crap so I’ve been told by my dealer.”

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might make roman from hemlock grove.

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psa -- please take your time.

                    The community has been growing MORE & MORE supportive overtime. Most roleplayers do not mind the length of time that it takes for you to reply to things, which is WONDERFUL!! But, there are still some people who actually do mind the length of time, so please REBLOG this if you are not bothered by the time it takes for your roleplay partner to reply to you, and would much rather prefer them to be COMFORTABLE and HAPPY. 

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text message || betty x tate

BETTY: And you're not nearly as much like a Tim Burton character as you think you are.

TATE: You are just as much as a cinnamon roll as I imagined, to be honest.

TATE: Cute though.

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❝ I’m so sorry. ❞ That was all that Jughead could say.❝ This is all my fault ❞ He pushed his face harder into his chest, taking in the familiar warmth and scent he had missed so much. Recognizing Tate’s question, he pulled his face away from his chest, not breaking the embrace, in order to fix his gaze onto his friend. ❝ I spent a few months traveling the South Side. I stayed with a couple of friends my dad was close friends with while I was gone. I had nowhere else to go. ❞

“It was hard,” Was what he said, his returning Jughead’s gaze. He meant it was devastating---it was lonely, it was some of the worst pain that he had ever to endure. “I shouldn’t have....pushed you into sex. You were drunk anyway. I should have told you about...your ‘little kid’ problem sooner...I didn’t want you to be embarrassed or feel afraid. I didn’t know what it was at first either but you’ve always kind of done it....just not with everyone. When you’re scared or uncomfortable or on guard, that part of you seems to stay locked away. When you feel....safe,” He swallowed hard knowing Jughead had chosen him. “You, um, do your change and then I usually just...get you through it. You usually aren’t gone long. It’s...kind of cute, really. You’re like some innocent part of yourself.”

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text message || betty x tate

BETTY: You do?

TATE: Why not? You seem like a nice girl. Genuinely nice.

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Jughead wrapped his arms around Tate’s body, accepting his invitation immediately. He buried his face into his friend’s shoulder, choking on his tears and trying to catch his breath which has heightened rapidly.

❝ I’ve missed you so much, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. ❞ His voice cracked, he couldn’t stop himself from crying and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop. He knew that it was his fault and no matter how much Tate tried to deny it or prove otherwise, his mindset wouldn’t change. He was to blame for driving his friend away.

“You’re alive...” He had repeated a couple of times, clenching tightly onto Jughead as though afraid the other teen would vanish in his arms. “You’re okay..” He placed a protective hand over the side of Jughead’s face to keep it cradled against his chest. He knew there were a lot of questions he had, but decided on starting with only one: “Where did you go?” 

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aristxcratic:

He nearly choked on his soda, the fizzy substance snorting directly up his nose and cause him to cough. Gabriel wasn’t horribly surprised, he had his suspicions, but with how his father felt about Tate he was pretty sure that it was just suspicion. He glances to Tate, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, to Michael I guess.” he wrinkles his nose, “You could have just said yes or no, I didn’t need the details of your sex life, man.”

Tate nodded, “yep, suppose I could have. Him being your brother and all. My bad, honestly,” He finished off his slushie, tossing it in the nearby trashcan.

“Where is he, anyway? Usually he texts me or something,” Tate spoke a little stiffly. He was really hoping nothing was wrong.

“Oh, yeah, didn’t you wanna be cool and smoke something? Here,” As promised, he pulled his smokes out of his pocket and handed one to Gabriel. 

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jugheadsjnes:

Jughead still couldn’t bring himself to move, was he actually here, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? ❝ T-Tate? Is that really you? ❞He stuttered as he wiped an incoming tear which came down from his right eye. Naturally, he couldn’t stop his tears as they starting pouring from both eyes.

❝ Please tell me this is real, please tell me that you’re actually here. ❞ He had a difficult time collecting and maintaining his thoughts. He gave up the hope of ever seeing Tate ever again after things were left between them. He thought all this time he would be anything but happy to see him, which is why he never bothered looking. He spent his time at home thinking and fantasizing about what could be, instead of taking a chance to go see him in person. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop loving his best friend. But that didn’t matter, especially after all this time. It would probably take ages for Tate to ever feel anything for him. After all, Jughead was a lovesick puppy for his best friend. But he was too oblivious to notice that things were never going to change.

Tate could hear Jughead speaking but the other came no closer. He approached him head on, closing some distance between them. He could see from the street nearby’s lamplight that Jug was crying as much as he was. He instinctively cupped Jughead’s cheek and used his thumb to brush away some tears.

His own increased and he took Jughead by the wrist to attempt to pull him into a tight embrace.