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“Good try, detective, but not quite.” 

Kevin slid into the booth across from Jughead with a smile. He hadn’t been expecting many other people to be up this late- but, he also wasn’t surprised that, if anyone was up in the middle of the night, it was Jughead Jones. And, it might not be welcome on either of their parts, but, Kevin always liked to seek company where he could find it. “What’re you working on- same old, or, something new?” 

Jughead was sitting in a booth at pops at about two in the morning. He hadn’t had a lot of time to write lately, so he was using the late hours filled with silence to escape for a bit. He ordered a coffee and soon was stuck in his own little bubble as he typed away. He was so in his own head that he didn’t hear the shop door open and his attention only slightly peaked as someone walked up to his booth. “I’m good, Pop.” He commented immediately, still not looking up, only assuming that Pop Tate was checking in on him and making sure his cup was still filled.

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This time, Kevin really was just going for a run; it was summer, and he needed something to do other than sit around all day and get into his own head- so, he’d made sure his dad knew where he was headed, and had taken off. It was- still a somewhat fraught idea, after his dad got filled in on the picking-up thing, but there weren’t any murderers currently on the loose in town, so there wasn’t much of a reason to keep Kevin in. 

He eventually meandered off the beaten path, music blasting and mind blanking as he jogged- so, he was more than a little surprised when he stopped, and saw that there was actually someone else out this late. 

“I’d say ‘fancy seeing you here’, or something like that, but- I’m not a villain. What’s got you out so late?” 

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      The night has been too lonely             And the road has been too 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

             And you think that 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 is only                     For the 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 and the strong

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serpanttopaz:

toni smiled once he accepted the cup, taking a sip of her own to encourage him. “could be worst.. could have got stuck in the closet with archie. i was in a closet before, rather not go back,” toni shrugged. “right… have you spoken to him since?” toni didn’t know if kevin knew about joaquin coming back in town for fangs, but she knew it wasn’t her place to comment. 

“stuck in a closet with archie andrews?” kevin wasn’t sure if he was wistful, or on the verge of breaking out laughing. “i’ll drink to that; i’m pretty much done with closets.” he had to take a moment at the mention of joaquin, but he pulled himself back together with a deep exhale and shook his head. “not a word since he got on the bus. i... tried texting him, a while back, but. guess he didn’t wanna talk.” he wasn’t hurt- or, he was hurt, but he wasn’t about to let that shine through. “what about you? i’d hope he’d keep in touch with you, if not me. he’s... okay, right?”

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polly-cooper:

polly nods, prompt with a nod. “of course, kev. if you’re SURE.” she added, looking down at her empty cup. lost in thought for a moment before returning her attention to the boy and standing up. “no. honestly, i’m totally up for a milkshake right now. the alcohol has worn my tolerance very thin.” and a laugh to accompany her statement, as she shook her head. “i would never leave a cheryl blossom party unless i was ready to.” she added, looking down at him. “and if i’m being REAL with you, kev? i was hoping to see someone here but, i can always come back.” she assured him, straightening up her shirt. “but i doubt you’ve run riverdale completely cry. what about fangs fogarty?” she suggested, eyebrows raising. “pretty sure i’ve seen you s t a r i n g at him with googly eyes.”

kevin stood with her, huffing a little laugh and offering her his arm. “in that case,” he drawled, “we can take our leave. who were you EXPECTING? we can take a l a p before we go, if you wanted to check if they were around- if HE was around, maybe?” there’s an eyebrow waggle accompanying the ‘he’, trying to add a little more l e v i t y. there’s a snort at the mention of FANGS- though, it’s a snort with a BLUSH behind it. “i don’t know if i could date a guy named fangs,” he said, “but, he’s pretty enough to look at.”

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pea-serpent:

“Well, I came to see the fun and am leaving disappointed. Should have expected it since there are so many half passed out Northsiders. I’m just sticking it out not much longer. I have a feeling Cheryl is going to try and rope me in one of those lame ass party games.” He said with a shrug. He just wasn’t used to this scene at all. Sweets was more pool at the Wrym and hearing much more shouting as people got too drunk. “A normal RIverdale? I think it’s a sin to use those two words in the same sentence.”

 “You probably wouldn’t since I would suggest just messing up as much stuff as I could. And that would just be a soft idea.” He eyed Kevin. “I doubt you’re much of a destruction of property kind of guy.” 

Kevin huffed and gave him a once over. “Maybe a couple of Cheryl Blossom party games could do you good,” he said, which- was probably sealing his fate for something, but there was no malice to the statement. He laughed and shrugged. “I’ve committed worse sins than suggesting this town not turn into a teen horror flick for once, I think.” 

“I think I’m technically obligated to tell you I’m not,” he said, tone dry. “Sheriff’s son and all. Never got the point of it, anyway.” 

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

polly pocket

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

the last 5 years - i can do better than that

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] seriously thanks for ditching the party with me[sms] you’re both a life saver and a gift

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

ronnie 💜👑

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

beautiful - heathers the musical (but it’s just the part where they say veronica verONICA VERONICA VERONICA)

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] not that i’m trying to like impress someone or anything[sms] because i’m super duper not[sms] but[sms] [image attached] shit a or shirt b????

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

regina regina regina

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

killer instinct - bring it on the musical

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] i tooooooooooootally didn’t call your party lame[sms] i might’ve said i was kinda bored but lame? me? never said a word. 

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

toni in the sky w/ topaz

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

liquid lunch - caro emerald

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] look i’m not saying this like. at all. [sms] but! response time would be something like[sms] twenty minutes? b/c i think he’s somewhere out right now[sms] but let the record state: his son could be there in five to buy you some snacks because he’s in a slurpie mood [sms] pick ur poison

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

crystal clear

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

mama mia oms - dancing queen

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] i will one hundred percent be there[sms] just know i will be going absolutely fucking nuts on some chilli fries while we talk. it’s just how it’s gonna be.

(( @newagecrystal ))

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

susie q 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

wake up little susie - the everly brothers

my muse’s last text to your muse

[sms] uhhhhhhhh khakis??? he’s pretty much always wearing khakis[sms] sue i don’t know how to tell you that you’re not allowed to like my dad[sms] like. like my dad.[sms] you get what i mean.

(( @suestringly ))

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Guess mine is not the first heart broken,  my eyes are not the first to cry I’m not the first to know,  there’s just no gettin’ over you  Hello, I’m just a fool who’s willing to sit around  and wait for you  But baby can’t you see, there’s nothin’ else  for me to do I’m hopelessly devoted to you 

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suestringly:

Sue tried her best to hold in a laugh as the papers slammed into the boy’s face. Getting closer, she could see his face clearly; the face of Kevin Keller, the school’s finest gossip.They had met before; flashing lights and small boy sitting in the passengers seat of his father’s police car flickered into the back of her mind. She remembered playing outside of her home while their parents ‘talked’ and her dad being escorted into the back of the car. “Thanks for stopping them,” She said with a small smile. “Guess I’ll be doing my calculus homework after all.”

There was- something about this girl that was familiar; maybe not in her face, but absolutely in her eyes. Kevin couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though, so he just smiled and offered her back her papers. “It’s no problem,” he said, capping it off with a shrug. “I’d offer you help with that, but, I can’t do math to save my life.”

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itsveronicalodgc:

“just you know watch out for cheryl, or you won’t hear the end of it.” both kevin and ronnie know how cheryl is and if there is any bad talk about her party, she will go off. she smiled at he male as she leaned back against the wall with him, while looking around at the party. looking over at him, she gave him a slight smile and nodded her head, “hey, same to you, kevin.” she pats his shoulder and smiles as she looks around the party.

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” kevin follows veronica’s gaze across the party; the crowd blends together for him, mostly. familiar faces all over the place- and, why wouldn’t it be? there’s southside kids mixed in, now, but it’s still just a riverdale party. and riverdale parties were always pretty much the same. “there hasn’t been a major meltdown that i could see, yet.” he mused. “that’s gotta be some kind of record, right?” 

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cell phone headcanons

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serpanttopaz:

“that kind’a attitude isn’t gonna make things any better. sounds like you need a drink,” she spoke offering her cup. ”you didn’t hear cheryl’s seven minutes in heaven announcement? guess it’s time for you jump off the grid and live amongst the wolves,” she joked. “come here alone i’m guessing?”

kevin eyed the cup for a few moments before he took it, nodding thanks. he wasn’t so sure about drinking it until the words ‘cheryl’ and ‘seven minutes in heaven’, and then he didn’t think he was gonna make it through another second if he didn’t. “yeah, because party games at cheryl blossom’s parties always go down so well,” he snorted. “very alone. i stopped having a party buddy a while ago.” he paused for a second, and then a wave of fuck it came over him, and he added, “when joaquin skipped town. but, never stopped me from coming out before, so.”