#jarchie

The door to the dorm room slammed open, rattling on its hinges. Jughead Jones stood in the doorway, looking like death warmed over. His hair was a mess underneath his crown beanie, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had the kind of dark circles under his eyes that suggested he hadn't slept in a week.

"Can you two please, for the love of God, keep it down?" He growled, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "Some of us are actually trying to sleep. Or study. Or exist without hearing the headboard banging against the wall for two hours straight."

Archie Andrews, who had been attempting to discreetly button his shirt, froze. A flush crept up his neck, spreading to his cheeks. "Jughead, man, I'm so sorry." He said, running a hand through his own messy red hair. "We didn't realize we were being that loud. We'll be more considerate, I promise."

From the bed, Y/N Cooper stretched languidly, the sheet pooling around his waist. He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Or…" He suggested, his voice smooth as silk, "you could just join us, Juggie. I bet you wouldn't be so grumpy in the mornings if you did."

Archie's head whipped around, his eyes widening. "Y/N! You can't say stuff like that," he hissed, his face now completely crimson. "That's... that's not appropriate."

Y/N just shrugged, completely unfazed. "Why not? I'm just being honest." He turned his attention back to Jughead, who looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. "Besides, you can't tell me you haven't thought about it. Back in Riverdale, everyone was convinced you two were the town's hottest gay couple."

Jughead sputtered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "That—that was different! People talk, they make assumptions—"

"And they weren't entirely wrong about the chemistry." Y/N continued smoothly, cutting him off. He let his gaze drift between Archie and Jughead, a thoughtful expression on his face. "And let's be real here. Neither of you can say the other isn't incredibly sexy. I mean, look at him," he gestured toward Archie. "All-American boy next door with that perfect body and those innocent eyes. And you." He turned back to Jughead. "With that dark, brooding thing you have going on. It's hot."

Archie looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "Y/N, please stop."He mumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

Jughead, meanwhile, seemed to be at a loss for words. He just stood there, staring between the two of them, his expression a mixture of shock, annoyance, and something else... something that looked suspiciously like consideration.