#archluck

TVD STARTERS!

“You really don’t vibe with my whole life philosophy, do you?” That much was already obvious, but it felt necessary to say even in sarcasm from his position on the sofa, a bag of chips open on his chest and an empty bag on the floor ( but those were cheesies, so it was different ). He lulled his head backwards into the sofa. No, Jughead Jones didn’t want to waste his life doing nothing, but there was a part of him perhaps too miserable to make it outside just then. He wanted to wallow, and Archie was often good at doing that with him, though usually it was because Archie too had something to wallow about. “Dude, you don’t get it. You know who’s out there? Betty. And well, uh – you know I obviously appreciate Betty. As a friend and all.” And maybe some more than just that. “But Arch … I have to tell you something.” He could hear how ridiculous he was sounding, almost like Archie did when he had girl drama. But this was a whole other world of crazy from where Jughead sat. A hand leaned against the back of the couch, he pushed himself up a little further, drumming up the seriousness that matched the severity of the situation.

“She kissed me.”

RANDOM PROMPTS.

Coolest. Archie sure did have funny ways of wording things, especially considering no one else in the entire population of Riverdale might think to call him cool. But none of those other opinions mattered, and Jughead took it simply as it was meant, and returned that feeling in kind. That the redheaded boy sprawled next to him was the best friend he could have, that no one could ever outdo him in any of the things Jughead thought important. Everyone knew how compassionate he was, his good natured heart, his willingness to do anything for his friends ... But Jughead felt lucky to know all the other sides too, almost uniquely in that position. He’d wondered idly from time to time why exactly they’d been able to stay friends, best friends, for as long as they’d had. High school had a way of separating people, even without the lycanthropic card up one’s sleeve. They were interested in such different things, and yet it remained they were practically inseparable. Whatever it was that glued them together, he was glad for it.

“That’s bogus, dude.” At face value, he might have thought the redheaded boy was just talking about the werewolf situation, the gruesome past he now carried around. But Archie could see through a lot of that veil, and with the conversation having drifted towards his parents in small strides, he knew what he was getting at. 

Stray curls fell across his eyes as he dipped his head forward, exposing his neck to the breeze coming from behind. He lifted a hand from his folded leg to brush a knuckle against his lower lip, absentminded tricks of his hands to bide more time, to cover his expression while he kept it in check. “I bet if it had been you, you know -- maybe you would have figured something out.” Jughead finally ventured a glance to the side, eyes bright in their hard intensity, ever so serious. “If anyone could have come up with a way to get their werewolf dad to stick around rather than skipping town --” To save his own hide, or whatever it was -- no one had ever given him answers. No matter how many times he asked his mother at point blank range, or asked his father from a distance, the answers came back inconsistent and vague. He’d always just had to believe that his father bailed on him for whatever reason, choosing something else over his own family. Now he could only guess that it was his life, running from the Coopers.

“Yeah, I’d put my money on you, Arch.”

jenna marbles. / accepting.

          “oh, no, i’m definitely not a singer.”       denial was immediate, modest and colored by a little laugh. “the piano’s about as far as my skills go, when it comes to carrying a tune, and all that, you’ve definitely got the leg up.” river had only learned piano in the first place because his parents had put him into lessons when he was younger; he’d kept it up for the sole reason that he found it soothing, one of the most effective ways to re-center and unwind. and now, it was something in common with archie, even if river wouldn’t budge on labeling him the more talented. “i wish i could, though, man. i mean, i had to learn how to play, that voice is all yours.”

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