( once upon a time, archie was waiting for something to happen in riverdale, something to change, something to give, and then his mom left. the death of jason blossom was an even larger catalyst, setting off a series of unforgivable crimes in a town the world forgot. he doesn’t wonder where he fits now because he knows it’s here, he knows riverdale is his home, these are his people, and all of the good that fred taught him, he’s meant to continue that legacy of kindness. it’s what made him walk up and sit with penny during her first day during lunch time, but it’s not why archie hasn’t left her side.
is it any wonder? archie has yet to master the skill of unstitching his heart from his sleeve.
he wants to laugh, admit yeah, okay, it’s jughead, except jughead is not someone he wants cropping up in his mind when the girl he likes is giving him the green light to kiss her. the lofty dreams he has about being a gentleman bloom and wilt, surviving all of two seconds. penny’s hands are on either side of his face and she’s kissing him. he realizes then how much he’s underestimated his desire to taste her. right there in the middle of the street. his mouth gives against hers and he tries to part her lips with his tongue, about the same time he grasps at the small of her back, pulling her into him by her shirt.
he'll say something eventually when the choices are take a deep breath or die. )
[ it’s been wild, making the adjustment to riverdale. on the one hand, people are kinder here than in new york. penny never actually believed that you’d stop to talk to the cashier at the grocery store, or that strangers would ask about your day and mean it, but here? It’s real. but on the other hand, jughead jones sat her down and explained the murder of jason blossom, the gang struggles between the serpents and the ghoulies, the drugs that flooded the street and the ring of murders.
new york might be a bit of a disaster, but at least it’s honest about it.
time to grapple with that later, especially with how archie’s pulling her close, how she can just about feel the smile on his face as she tilts her head up. his mouth is as warm as his heart, and she wants - she wants more. penny moves one of her hands back, from his face to the back of his head, sliding a hand into his hair. she wants this to last, wants to stay like this forever, a perfect moment of -
there’s the honk of a car’s horn, and then another. penny jolts back. ] Oh, shit.
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is it any wonder? archie has yet to master the skill of unstitching his heart from his sleeve.
he wants to laugh, admit yeah, okay, it’s jughead, except jughead is not someone he wants cropping up in his mind when the girl he likes is giving him the green light to kiss her. the lofty dreams he has about being a gentleman bloom and wilt, surviving all of two seconds. penny’s hands are on either side of his face and she’s kissing him. he realizes then how much he’s underestimated his desire to taste her. right there in the middle of the street. his mouth gives against hers and he tries to part her lips with his tongue, about the same time he grasps at the small of her back, pulling her into him by her shirt.
he'll say something eventually when the choices are take a deep breath or die. )
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new york might be a bit of a disaster, but at least it’s honest about it.
time to grapple with that later, especially with how archie’s pulling her close, how she can just about feel the smile on his face as she tilts her head up. his mouth is as warm as his heart, and she wants - she wants more. penny moves one of her hands back, from his face to the back of his head, sliding a hand into his hair. she wants this to last, wants to stay like this forever, a perfect moment of -
there’s the honk of a car’s horn, and then another. penny jolts back. ] Oh, shit.