#bcysnextdoor

[adecentman-archived-blog]

@bcysnextdoor  || soulmate AU starter

            Pain exploded along the ridge of Archie’s cheekbone just as he was about to take a bite from his burger in Pop’s Diner -- his head jerked to one side, and the sandwich fell from his fingers as he cursed. Fred stared at him in surprise from across the table, one eyebrow raised disapprovingly at his language, but Archie ignored him. “Oh my god, what the hell was that?” he demanded, one hand cradling the side of his face as the pain receded to a dull throb. 

          “I don’t --” he cut off abruptly, curling down around the new stabbing pain in his side, and then his kidney. “I’m going to kill him if he’s in another fight,” he ground out, forcing himself out of the booth. “Seriously. I’m going to kill him.” The first time this had happened was the night Jughead endured the so-called Gauntlet -- Archie hadn’t been able to sleep all night because of the pain. It wasn’t until two days later, when he saw Jughead and all the bruises, that the pieces clicked into place. The new Serpent had promised he would be more careful -- clearly, it hadn’t worked! 

         He made it out of Pop’s and halfway down the sidewalk before his knuckles began to sting; apparently, Jughead landed a blow of his own. Archie broke into a run and found his supposed soulmate in the middle of the road, Reggie on the other end of the blows. Two of the other Serpents were there, too, fighting the other football players, and what the hell? Again? 

        “Knock it off!” Archie’s voice was winded; Reggie had just landed a pretty solid punch to Jughead’s chest. “For god’s sake, Reggie, knock it off, or I’m telling coach you’re fighting again and you’re going to be riding the bench for the first game of the season!” He put himself between his teammate, glaring hard. “Seriously, stop. Go home, before someone calls the police.” 

        There was plenty of grumbling and another several insults spit from both sides, but eventually, Archie was left standing there beside Jughead alone, his face still aching in a way that told him Jughead wasn’t feeling great at the moment. “Come on,” he said with a sigh. “Come home with me and I’ll help you get cleaned up. And then we’re really going to have to talk about this, because you’re not the only one who feels like he’s been in a street fight, now.”

[weightofworlds-blog1]

@bcysnextdoor  ♪♪ starter call

               Archie was sprawled in the chair by Jughead’s hospital bed when the other boy started to wake up, barely managing to keep his own eyes open. He couldn’t remember when he’d been able to relax enough to sleep -- with all of Hiram Lodge’s business buzzing around in his mind and the stress that came with it, and now the fact that Riverdale seemed moments from being burned to the ground -- well, sleep was hard to come by. Especially with Jughead taking over Archie’s job of being a total freaking idiot. “Dude,” Archie said flatly, when he noticed that his friend was awake. “I’m supposed to be the stupid one, here. That means handing yourself over to the Ghoulies really shouldn’t have ever crossed your mind.” He was glad Jughead was awake, of course, and relief made the tension in his shoulders ease. But it needed to be said!

[iconicandbeyondreproach-blog]

@bcysnextdoor sc

Archie was right. 

Of course he was. The boy may not always make the best decisions when it came to himself, but when it came to Veronica? To Betty? He was often right. Having just left Veronica after their atempt to build a bridge over the lies and the name calling and the shaming, she had gone in search of her oldest friend; 

“Arch--” She called as she caught sight of him heading down the corridor with all the dressing rooms; “Archie!” She called again, louder and with more authority. She came to a skidding stop, converse making that horredous nouse they do against vinyl flooring; 

“I’m on a bit of a roll so...” she swept the loose strands of her hair back out of her face, the ones that had manged to escape her hair elastic, “I’m sorry. Okay? For fighting with Veronica, not being there for her - or you! I have several excuses but... When it comes down to it, I just... I’m sorry.” She insisted as she let go of the back of his t-shirt. 

“And I need to know where you got that Fire Bird!”

[socialpariah]

HE WANTED TO be angry, to be hurt by the flagrant dismissal of his concern, but all he was NOT surprised. how many years had they wasted on the same conversation, the same argument? he might have only been sixteen, but jughead was just  S O  damn tired of it all. he’d wanted his dad back more than anything, had gotten in bed with penny just to make sure of it, but things were meant to be DIFFERENT ; he was meant to be BETTER. 

❝ you know what, dad? fine - - - i’ve got to go down to the wyrm anyway ❞ he rolled his eyes. he doubted his dad even realised it was a wednesday && that he was meant to be at school, not shoving his arms into his leather jacket && heading down to a bar at eight in the morning. // @bcysnextdoor && CONT

[southsidelover]

He wasn’t coming around as much - but she supposed that was the difference when you had somebody, the bar a little empty whenever she prepared for the night now, versus before, but it was just one of those things. Pink hair piled up in twists and braids, her fingers curling around a glass as she cleaned it, perhaps apart of her missed his silent presence up at the other table, typing away at whatever story he was working on in the moment, their exchanges riddled with bullet holes and sarcasm. It worked. It helped, at least, with making the shift not seem to bleak and bleary, as Toni felt now, eyes closed and arms above her head mid-stretch, feeling the bones in her spine realign with a protesting crack.  Vision coming in faded, but finding him there, like a mystery, having wondered in as her mind found other paths, blinking back at his quiet, bent figure, his shoulder slumped with some weight that she couldn’t quite name. His father, too, wasn’t coming around the way he used to, lips pursed in curious thought, but moving over to serve him the usual, no charge, just a tall glass of coke with a smirk and her arms crossed over her chest, the plaid, the mix up of slogan tees pressed beneath them. “Well well. The Serpent prince returns.” a drawl to her voice that suggested surprise, but the smile on her face made it obvious that it was a welcome one. “I haven’t seen you in forever, I thought you’d never make it out of the Northside again.” Elbows on the table as she leaned forwards, keeping a respectful distance between the two. Letting it take the weight from her stacked heels, legs kept rigid with that stretch. “Or maybe that you gave up on The Dream. But.. it’s good to see you.” the glass left, within her line of vision. Sweating beads of perspiration down the sides of it, ice melting, within. Finding in that sight some kind of peace, letting her figure grow lax, face coming to rest against the angles of an arm, eyebrows raised. “They let you and Betty back on the roster of the paper yet, or is Kevin still stickhandling it like it’s an outlet for TMZ?” @bcysnextdoor

[socialpariah]

❝ ARE YOU SERIOUS arch? this is what you consider HELPING? telling your dad && weatherbee that i’m in a gang? the SERPENTS aren’t a gang, archie, they’re family . . . the ONLY one i have ❞ // @bcysnextdoor && sc

[pendletonprose]

@bcysnextdoor​ Asked: "Where did you learn that from? "

              “ You’d be surprised what a little search on google can teach you. You should try it sometime. “ The novelist teased his friend. “ It wouldn’t hurt you to read something once in a while, Archie. “

[pendletonprose]

@bcysnextdoor​ Asked: “I’m glad you’re part of my life.”

           “ Archie---” Jughead breathed, hesitant to show the other boy any affection around others. He hadn’t come out, and he wasn’t planning to do so anytime soon. He didn’t need to give the people at school any more ammo to use against him, he was bullied enough.            Those pretty blue-green eyes gazed deep into Archie’s own as he sighed, leaning into the ginger’s touch. “ I’m glad too... “ he replied softly to his friend. “ But maybe we shouldn’t do this at school, dude. “