#springflingjeronica

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Another collab w/ my love, @veronicassadboi For Jeronica Spring Fling Week. Prompt: green.  Little bit of NSFW at the end, so under. 18 babes, don’t read that obvs.  

Veronica can’t ignore all the pretty promises when he has her against the wall of the girls bathrooms.

Jughead’s hands are around her neck and he’s kissing his way across her collarbone, tongue trailing behind him and the zipper of his jeans drags across her stockings, causing runs. “Give me one weekend, Princess,” he begs her, hand now between her thighs.

“You want me to lie to Archie?” she whispers as her hips slam against his.

Jughead laughs maliciously - the same laugh that scares her. The same one that makes her give her entire soul to him. “Princess,” he says, straightening his Serpents jacket across his shoulders, reaching down to adjust her skirt around her hips. Leaning in for that one kiss that tells her he’s sweeter than he’ll ever let her know. “I want you tell him you’re mine.”

She knows he’s lying. Jughead loves Archie more than he loves himself.

But Jughead loves Veronica more than that. He loves her so much, he can barely breathe.

And that scares the both of them.

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When Jughead smiles at her, she knows this is the right thing to do. He’s long limbs leaning against his bike and the idea of riding with him makes her feel like she’s invincible. The ride out to her parents cabin was more than amazing - it was as if it was something she was born to do.

Like she was born to be by his side.

Today, Jughead isn’t sharp words and desperate kisses that try to tell her everything he feels without having to voice it. Sometimes she wonders if saying the words out loud scare him - she understands.

He doesn’t want to say he’s doing wrong by Betty anymore than she wants to feel that guilt that he always talks about pulsing through her when she’s in Archie’s arms.

“It’s moments like these,” he announces from wooden decking, “That make me remember that we’re all a little more than what we think we are…”

She’s not sure what he means, but the greens and blues that surround them with air that whips their faces and reddens their lips makes her feel a little more alive than usual. Jughead does that to her.

His hands fit so perfectly in the dips of her waist. When he kisses her against the backdrop of rotting trees, she feels like everything is worth it.

He loves her, he promises her that everyday.

But being alone with him, with the smell of damp leaves and a breaking heart, she wishes that she could promise him that she’ll run away.

But New York seems so far away when you’re scared.

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It’s a conversation that they never like having, but it’s inevitable when the guilt eats at them. “Do you feel bad about what we’re doing?”

Jughead looks at Veronica from over the top of a coffee cup. “V,” he starts. “I always feel bad. It’s just part of me.”

He’s always so poetic, and even the badness in the words and the ugliness of the truth, his words make her feel not so bad. Because she gets it. She feels it too. “I know what you mean.”

Jughead shrugs, licking his teeth. “Just because we feel bad, doesn’t mean we’re bad people.” She doesn’t believe that part. “I love Archie like he’s my brother. I love what used to be Betty. But I love you the most.”

Veronica smiles to herself. She rests her head on his shoulder. “How did we even get here?”

Jughead smiles weakly. “You tell me, Princess. You’re the one who’s pulling me through hell and back.”

Veronica met a boy with dark rings around his eyes and a sadness in his bones when she was only fifteen. But she chose the one with happiness in his smile and brightness in his heart.

Because why would someone who’s lost pick someone who seemed just as equally lost?

She hates the prettiness of it, but maybe they needed to find each other to stop being so lost.

She prefers it when Jughead explains it; he’s always been so good at convincing her that they’re doing the right thing.

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She fucks him hard and fast with her hands pressed down on his chest, keeping him down and even when they reach that peak together, he swears that he loves her. She scratches her name into his chest just as he moans it against her lips. She believes him more than ever.

He makes love to her soft and tender, with small kisses on the insides of her elbows where he can feel her pulse against overbitten red and he whispers just how beautiful she is on her temples. He’s running between her thighs when he tells her he doesn’t care how many people he hurts when they run away together - you don’t choose who to love.

There are broken branches that smack against the window of the cabin and his littered cigarette butts that burn out on green and yellow leaves that tell Veronica the story of Jughead’s desperation. And it’s desperation for her. Three cigarettes in a row tell her without words that he wants her all to himself even if it hurts everyone around them. Three kisses in a row with his lips on hers and his fingers on her waist tell her without words that she’s all her cares about.

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Jeronica | green 

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Save Me From These Thoughts; Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Series: Part 2 of

Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Summary: After a late night walk goes wrong, Veronica finds herself at Jughead's trailer, soaking wet and, (if she's being honest,) in need of a hug. Jughead is surprisingly okay with giving her a roof to hide under and a old, oversized t-shirt to wear while her clothes dry.

Read it here; Ao3 or tap the mood board!

[aubreycasuallyobsesses]

My babies.

There was something about her that was otherworldly, and that was something that had never changed. Sixteen year old Jughead rears his head when he’s stuck in moments like these… twenty-four year old Jughead still falls in love every single time.

He doesn’t want to think of it as poetry, but ironically, though Veronica’s actual spoken word is more sharp than anything he could come up with, and more blunt against the world he worked hard to make less painful, she’s more like poetry to him than anything else in his world. Pretty-perfect-love.

But when she’s like this, she’s the exact person he fell in love with. And cliche’s are terrible things that Jughead doesn’t care to acknowledge. But it makes him fall in love with her even more. All over again.

The party wasn’t one that he wanted to attend but Mika travelled all the way to New York City from Riverdale and she swears that she hates Sweet Pea more than ever before and she needed the escape. Veronica wouldn’t let him stay home, not when Mika was in town and not when her work friends love to hang out with him. He doesn’t believe the story for a minute, but Mika’s borderline tears that threaten to spill won’t allow him to fight Veronica. So he doesn’t.

He watches Veronica from his allocated spot on the couch in the corner of the room that he was initially sharing with Mika until Veronica stole her from him. She moves like silk when she grabs Mika’s hands to dance. Sunny-smiling-bright, Veronica laughs with her hair messed and her head thrown back, Mika’s smile finally grows for the first time since she arrived a day ago. Both their laughters ring through the air.

He feels like he’s seventeen all over again, guarding La Bonne Nuit at 4AM with a tired Veronica who liked nothing more than just to be held after sugar-coated-sweet smiles all night. There was something about seventeen year old Veronica. She was big plans, big ideas, big secrets but to him, she was full of love that he couldn’t even begin to decipher. Because he never thought love was easy. Love was supposed to be heartache and love lost and people who had trust issues that were so deeply ingrained, it couldn’t be classed as love, right?

Veronica wipes away tears from Mika’s smiling face and kisses one of their oldest friends on the cheek, swinging her around. He wonders what it means to love Veronica Lodge.

He knows what it means, when it’s the skin tearing kind of love that makes him love her with his whole entire being. Scratched nails on his skin and overbitten lips that make him feel like his entirety is in her entire being too. It’s a brain splitting feeling that maybe he can’t live without her.

She’s all fire and warmth, hell raising and loud laughter but she’s also soul cleansing, sweet smiles and she gives everything she has to those she loves.

When they leave, Mika walks ahead of them, a hushed conversation on the phone that she swears isn’t Sweet Pea but neither Jughead or Veronica believe that. Veronica leans her head on Jughead’s shoulder, her fingers with the pink tipped nails linked with his. New York’s rain is different to Riverdale’s. Riverdale’s feels like a sign, like the town is trying to rid itself of everything lost in it. New York’s rain reminds Jughead of why he’s here. Neon lights shine in puddles that Veronica pays no attention to, ignoring the puddles and walking straight through.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He asks her, humming his words against her temple. Letting whole-hearted-love leak into his words.

Veronica looks up and smiles to him, reaching up on the very tips of her tip-toes to kiss him but reaches his jaw instead. “You’re beautiful too.”

He laughs while watching Mika dance through the rain ahead of them. “You know we worked hard to get to where we are… do you think it was worth it?”

The rain starts a little harder and she clings onto him a little tighter. “Of course,” she says, tracing a pattern on his palm.

Jughead sighs with cool air clinging to his skin, “I love you so much, Veronica.”

Veronica lifts her hand with his holding on and kisses his twice. “I love you too, Jug. So much, I can’t breathe.”

She rips the words straight from his mind and places them on her own tongue. A reminder that maybe she was made for him after all.

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A collab with my beautiful @aubreycasuallyobsesses, for Jeronica Spring Fling Week. Prompt: Rainshowers.

[aubreycasuallyobsesses]

Collab w/ my love, @veronicassadboi  for Jeronica Spring Fling Week, prompt: New beginnings.

Heavy eyelashes beat loudly as she blinks and he can hear it. The softness of her hands was heavy on his stomach where she laid them. “You’re torturing me too, you know?” she whispers. “But being anywhere else without you would have been worse.”

“What kind of torture are you tonight, love?” he asks her on metaphorical hands and knees, scratching at shards of glass. “Love, tell me you love me,” he asks for the reminder.

“I love you,” she sighs back.

“Tell me you don’t regret me.”

She smiles with her eyes closed, it’s cold and damp in her smile but burning hot to the touch when she’s near him. “It doesn’t matter how fucked up we are, Jug. I’ll never regret any of this.”

He closes his eyes, prays to Veronica next to him. “Have we made it?”

“We’re so far gone, I don’t know the way back.”

He holds her in his arms. Closer than close, drowning deeper than deep. In this moment, it doesn’t matter how much it feels like Veronica is in the marrow of his fucked up bones, or that she’s the splitting gums in his mouth. How maybe it’s her blood in his bloodstream or how his mind isn’t his anymore, it’s his family’s. The one they made together in the cold apartment. He wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. He keeps agony in his soul, at least he has a broken reminder of the love he holds. And that’s all he’s ever wanted.

She’s sleepy-dewy-love in his arms. Ritual, he repeats.

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 Jeronica | rain showers

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Its In Her Dress And In His Soul; Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Series: Part 3 of

Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Summary: Green; its in the snake thats on his back, its flecked inside his eyes. Its draped around Veronica's body in silk and matching heels. But most of all its how Jughead feels when he sees Reggie's hand on Veronica's back when he's guiding her through the crowd to the stage. Green is many things; and its leaving a bitter taste in the Serpent King's mouth.

Read it here; Ao3 or tap the mood board!

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served By An Ex-Boyfriend; Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Series: Part 4 of Spring Fling Jeronica Week

Summery: After an awful falling out with her now former bestie, Betty Cooper, Veronica starts to receive sprigs of cherry blossoms in her locker. Veronica tries to figure out who is sending them with her new friends Toni and Josie. And all the while, Jughead is acting stranger and stranger.

Read it here; Ao3, or tap the mood board!

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Me and @aubreycasuallyobsesses at it again ☀️🖤🌻

Collab w/ my love, @veronicassadboi  for Jeronica Week.  

Heavy eyelashes beat loudly as she blinks and he can hear it. The softness of her hands was heavy on his stomach where she laid them. “You’re torturing me too, you know?” she whispers. “But being anywhere else without you would have been worse.”

“What kind of torture are you tonight, love?” he asks her on metaphorical hands and knees, scratching at shards of glass. “Love, tell me you love me,” he asks for the reminder.

“I love you,” she sighs back.

“Tell me you don’t regret me.”

She smiles with her eyes closed, it’s cold and damp in her smile but burning hot to the touch when she’s near him. “It doesn’t matter how fucked up we are, Jug. I’ll never regret any of this.”

He closes his eyes, prays to Veronica next to him. “Have we made it?”

“We’re so far gone, I don’t know the way back.”

He holds her in his arms. Closer than close, drowning deeper than deep. In this moment, it doesn’t matter how much it feels like Veronica is in the marrow of his fucked up bones, or that she’s the splitting gums in his mouth. How maybe it’s her blood in his bloodstream or how his mind isn’t his anymore, it’s his family’s. The one they made together in the cold apartment. He wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. He keeps agony in his soul, at least he has a broken reminder of the love he holds. And that’s all he’s ever wanted.

She’s sleepy-dewy-love in his arms. Ritual, he repeats.