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viperidae-amans:

He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes instantly following it to the woman standing near the entrance. Jughead didn’t have to look to know it was her, he’d know her voice anywhere. There was a moment where he felt relief flood through his veins at the sight of her, to see someone familiar and someone in his family was grounding---at least until he remembered just why she was here and what he was going to have to tell her.

He dropped his eyes to look at the floor as guilt and anxiety pulsed into him. The teen tried to swallow the nerves and moved out of the uncomfortable waiting chairs to greet his Mom. His brain was moving miles in minutes as he tried to think of what to say to her. Did he apologize? Yeah, lying to the point of ending up in foster care definitely warranted an apology. How was he supposed to word that? ‘Yeah, sorry about not telling you about the local dead kid and that your husband was arrested for hiding his body. Oh, and sorry for covering up for the whole drinking thing.’ Just—no, but he knew he had to think of something.

When he reached her he found all ideas of anything to say came to halt. It’d been awhile since he’d seen his Mom---did she get shorter or did he get taller?---and even with the circumstances he couldn’t deny the familiar comfort he felt around her return to him. Jughead had always been closer to his Mom, their interests and personalities more aligned than his and FP’s. Seeing her again just made some things right in his world that was crumbling and altering around him.

“Hey.” He managed shortly and awkwardly with a small upturn of his lips. Jughead knew they had a lot to discuss, but he didn’t want to talk about all of that just yet.

“I think it’s just a couple of papers. It should be quick.” He averted as he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, his gaze meeting hers before dropping again.  

“I’m sorry.” The words finally left his lips, but hardly did anything to alleviate the situation.

idylliics:

“How can you say that?” He retorted, his tone pointed and sharp, “How can you say any of that?” Jughead shook his head some as he tried to reel in his emotions before they got him in an even worse situation—if that was possible. He took a moment, taking in a short breath and swallowing against the words building in his chest. Jughead didn’t want this to turn into a full blown argument, especially in the middle of Pop’s.

“Betty, you and I both know that I belong in Riverdale just as much as you belong in the South Side. I’ve always been the outcast there—and yeah it’s a role I accepted---but in the South Side I’m not an outcast.” The teen tried to explain, his expression a cross between pleading and anger. It was a frustrating thing to tell someone you loved that you feel comfortable somewhere and for them to tell you the opposite, that he really belonged in a place that was, at times, a small piece of hell. He’d lived most of his life in Riverdale and surrounded by people who lived there, he’d never known anything else. Arriving at South Side High Jughead realized that there were other options.

“At South Side High I’m not looked at like a criminal because of my Dad or I’m not teased because I don’t come from the best of financial backgrounds. They just call me by my name instead of ‘Freak’.” He continued, his eyes boring into hers in search of some kind of understanding. He needed her to grasp what he was talking about, her more than anyone. Why was this so hard?

“You know, typical things that majority of people in Riverdale wouldn’t get.” Jughead couldn’t keep the edge of bitterness filtering into his voice. He just couldn’t see how they were on opposite ends of the spectrum now.

“That’s where we’re different, Betty and I don’t think strength has anything to do with this now. It’s fact.”  

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O u t o f b u r g e r s:

Sorry there were no replies yesterday. I started watching Spiderman Homecoming and then my fiancé wanted to go get pho. I literally have nothing to do after work today so I’ll be able to write! 💕💕💕

Also I’m hardcore planning that Outsiders styled group verse~ it gives me an excuse to blast my old 50s/60s music at home. 🙌🏼

i s2g once my computer is fixed and i can make graphics again i’m 10/10 going to make a The Outsiders-esque group verse ;A ;

i just have the strongest need, guise.