#verohnica.

[jughie]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴   :   @verohnica​

sunnyside   trailer   park   was   no   home   to   outsiders,   a   zone   not   meant   for   visitors   unless   invited,   and   NOT   TO   BE   TRAVERSED   so   late   at   night.   there’s   a   knock   at   the   door   —   a   sound   so   often   𝚊   𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗   𝚘𝚏   𝚊   𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐   and   it   brings   jughead   to   his   feet,   heart   racing   and   every   part   of   him   unsteady.   he   flips   on   the   light,   swinging   the   front   door   open   and   glancing   around,   hand   reaching   up   to   rub   at   his   eyes   when   he   finally   sees   who   his   UNEXPECTED   guest   is.   

“   veronica   ?   ”   tone   is   incredulous   as   he   leans   against   the   door   frame,   searching   behind   her   to   see   if   she’s   brought   someone   along.   “   please   don’t   tell   me   someone’s   DEAD.   ”   lips   quirk,   the   comment   only   half   a   joke.   “   what’s   up   ?   what   are   you   doing   here   ?   ”

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@verohnica​   ,   ❛   you   look   tired.   ❜

he   stares   straight   ahead,   gaze   unwavering,   pencil   scribbling   as   quickly   as   he   can   in   his   𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃   state.   he   needed   to   beat   it,   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚗,   cornering   him.   at   every   turn   he   saw   his   face,   haunting   him,   CHASING   him.   a   monster   from   the   depths,   one   he   feared   he   would   never   be   able   to   beat.   the   only   way   he   stood   a   chance   was   if   he   had   a   plan.   “   was   up   all   night   —   ”   he   pauses   for   the   only   thing   more   important   :   a   handful   of   fries,   “   playing   beast   slayer.   can’t   get   past   level   23   it’s.   .   .   a   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙼.   ”   something   clicks   as   eyes   glance   over   his   notes,   stats   and   patterns   that   were   integral   to   besting   the   boss.   “   wait   —   ”   writing   slows   as   he   looks   up,   “   THE   northside   princess   is   paying   enough   attention   to   me   to   track   the   symptoms   of   my   sleep   schedule   ?   you   want   something,   don’t   you   ?   ”

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@verohnica​   ,   ❛   thanks   for   the   vote   of   confidence.   ❜

“   gee   i   wonder   what   it   feels   like   to   have   someone   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎   𝚒𝚗   𝚢𝚘𝚞.   ”   sarcasm   is   layered   on   thick   as   he   watches   her   set   up   her   shot   for   the   final   hole   :   THE   SPINNING   WINDMILL,   bound   to   trip   up   even   the   most   decorated   of   mini-golf   champions.   the   night   had   been   consumed   by   a   little   bit   of   friendly   teasing,   jughead   often   facing   the   brunt   of   such   comments.   it   didn’t   bother   him,   if   anything   he   found   himself   with   a   renewed   passion   for   greatness.   it   had   turned   into   something   bigger   than   the   prize   they   were   gunning   for   (   in   his   case,   a   number   12   combo   meal   from   pop’s   ).   

NOW,   this   was   a   game   of   𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲.   “   look,   i’m   not   one   of   your   cultish   suitors   pining   for   a   fraction   of   your   attention   who,   therefore,   will   say   anything   you   want.   ”   he   studies   her   closely,   hoping   to   garner   some   insight   to   her   form,   after   all   they’ve   both   made   it   so   far.   it   couldn’t   all   be   natural   talent.

he   attributed   his   own   success   not   to   luck,   not   to   a   positive   attitude,   but   to   the   𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻   𝚈𝙴𝚃   𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙴   mastery   off   the   wii   tennis   flick.   every   time   he   used   the   club   to   send   the   golf   ball   coasting   into   its   rightful   spot   he   was   reminded   of   all   of   the   training   he   had   unknowingly   undergone.   “   also   —   you’re   my   competition,   ”   betty   and   archie   were   about   six   holes   away   still,   meaning   they   were   a   total   lost   cause.   “   so   my   vote   of   confidence   is   going   to   the   WINDMILL.   ”   

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@verohnica​   :   ❛   it’s   almost   two   o’clock   in   the   morning.   ❜

warmth   bubbles   in   his   chest   as   green   eyes   survey   the   mess   before   him,   drinks   and   food   littered   on   the   table,   each   dish   TEMPTING   HIM   the   longer   he   stares.   it   didn’t   matter   that   it   had   been   sitting   out   all   night,   𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍   and   it   would   be   decadent.   veronica   is   right   (   as   much   as   it   pains   him   to   admit   it   ),   it’s   LATE   but   the   sound   of   the   streets   below   tell   a   different   story.   traffic   has   yet   to   slow   and   voices   clamber   louder   and   higher,   each   competing   to   be   heard   𝐁𝐘   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒.   for   a   city   known   as   a   heart   to   writers,   he   wonders   how   they   get   anything   done.

he   reaches   out   towards   a   plate,   toying   with   the   remains   of   a   mountain   of   nachos   with   a   tired   laugh,   “   are   you   kicking   me   out   ?   ”   he’s   teasing,   knowing   he’s   likely   already   long   overstayed   his   welcome,   “   trying   to   shoo   me   away   before   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛   returns   ?   ”   he   points   to   her   hand,   “   yeah,   i   noticed   the   ring,   just   couldn’t   figure   out   if   it   𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  or   not.   but   you   never   showed   it   off   so   .   .   .   i’m   thinking   it   does.   ”