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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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here is a riverdale prompt: What about A school trip where archie gets car sick but nobody knows and he's sitting w Jughead at the back of the coach and the teachers are all like 'thank god nobody here is carsick remember last trip with so and so haha' but Jughead notices that archie is being really quiet and finds out

(This is hella cute anon and On the shorter side bc idk how to lengthen without waffling!)

Archie thought of himself as pretty adventurous, and didn’t scare of extreme rollercoasters or extreme sports, leaving the anxiousness to someone like Betty or Jughead. He knew he had a pretty strong stomach, so he had no clue why he was feeling so carsick now.

He had been on school trips before; he had been fine then, and he had been out on buses to Away games at other schools with the bulldogs. But for some reason this year’s field trip did not do him any favours.

Everything about this bus made Archie want to hurl; for one the bus smelled of that sickening car air fresheners in a can that he absolutely detested. His father used to have one of them when Archie was younger; and he hated the sickly sweet smell so much he had thrown a tantrum and refused to ride the truck.

The road was also very bumpy, and Archie could practically feel the contents of his stomach jolt as the bus hit a bump and jumped. The bus driver drove erratically, driving way too fast like he was on some amusement park ride and sometimes came to an abrupt halt, slowing down and then picking up the speed again.

Archie clutched his stomach with discomfort, all his concentration focused on trying not to pour the contents of his stomach out. His head spun, feeling extremely nauseous, not having said a single word in about half an hour. His breathing was shallow and short, in fear that the stuffy bus air was going to tip him off the edge and reenact that scene from the Exorcist.

Archie just wished everything would just be quiet for a while; the extreme loudness of his fellow peers further intensifying his splitting headache and overwhelming his senses. He could faintly see speakers being tossed around, ear splitting techno music blaring out of them, chanting from the bulldogs and the whatnot. He was not a violent person by any means; but he literally wanted to punch someone.

He could hear a two of their teachers conversing up by the front, their chortles loud, each word of their little tête-à-tête not very private at all.

“Thank god everyone’s doing okay, we wouldn’t want a repeat of last year..”

“Absolutely! Do you remember what happened last year with Mantle?”

The teacher chuckled, sighing with the horrific memory with the faintest of fondness, “Of course, how could we forget the absolute horror show of last year?”

“Not cool Mr Anderson!” Reggie yelled from the back.

“Neither was puking your guts out, Mr Mantle!” The teacher yelled back.

Reggie pouted, huffing and crossing his arms in a sulk, as the Bulldogs began to whoop in a taunting manner all around him, batting him and flipping at his hair.

Archie tensed, gulping in fear, not wanting to create a show of himself, especially with the judgement of all his fellow peers. He really did not want to deal with the absolute shame and humiliation that he would feel if he managed to do a repeat of the Mantle Misadventure of last year. Archie was nowhere as popular as Reggie, and this would not go down well for someone like him, he didn’t exactly have the complete set of Jock merits.

Just as he began to sulk to himself once again, suddenly Jughead yanked his headphones off and cleared his throat, shuffling around to face him.

“Alright, what’s up, Archie?” Jughead said quietly, concern and care practically oozing out of his Tiffany blue eyes.

“Nothing,” Archie said through gritted teeth, resting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “I am fine, he says as he grits his teeth in pain and bleeds out to his oblivion. Yes, Archie you are so clearly fine that you haven’t said a word since we’ve been on this bus, when usually you are the loudest fuck here, which is why I wear my headphones.”

Archie couldn’t help the small smile with that, much to Jughead’s amusement. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “..I’m not as good as the hiding problems as you quite yet, care to give me some lessons some time?”

Jughead smirked, “..I’m not sure about that, maybe I just have a better Bullshit-o-meter than you.”

“So, what’s up pal?” Jughead said teasingly, but the root of his words stemming from concern and worry.

“Carsick,” Archie whispered, so no one could hear him.

Jughead’s eyes softened, “Awh, dude, that sucks. Makes matters worse that everyone’s being a total dick about what happened with Reggie last year.”

Archie nodded, “Exactly, I don’t want to make a total spectacle of myself. I love performing, Jughead, but..”

“You like to hone your artistic abilities through the art of music, rather than the art of a puke show.”

Archie managed a smirk, “Exactly.”

Jughead cleared his throat, “You’re totally cool, dude..imma get you through this,let me work my Jones magic.”

Jughead then moved to open the window, causing Archie to raise an eyebrow.

“Wow, that really is some magic, I am absolutely enthralled,” Archie taunted sarcastically.

Before Jughead could reply, Chuck was shouting over, “What, Jones? You finally deciding to take some fresh air for once and actually leave your dark corner?”

Archie moved up to defend his best friend when Jughead rested a hand on his chest to reassure him, to tell him he had it under control.

“It’s cause you stink, Clayton, doing the whole bus a favour,” Jughead shot back, causing the whole bus to erupt in “ooooohs”.

“JONES! JONES! JONES! He got you real good, Chuck-E Cheese!"Reggie chanted.

Jughead smirked with his victory, sitting back as he returned Archie’s waiting high five.

"Nice,” Archie grinned, however it did not last because another wave of nausea hit him, causing him to curl within himself and protectively clutch his stomach, one hand over his mouth.

Jughead frowned, “Just give the air a few seconds to kick in, that’s why I opened the window. The stuffy air isn’t doing you any good..and get rid of that cherry air freshener which I’m sure is one of the factors causing this?”

Archie nodded, as Jughead took Archie’s backpack and pulled out his pair of sunglasses and put them on for him.

“Wh..?”

“Shh, your senses are overwhelmed, that’s why you’re feeling like this, so we should probably try and subdue them, y'know, disabling any visual stimuli? Close your eyes, now nobody can see it.” Jughead explained casually.

Archie nodded and obliged, “That really helps, Jug..you’re a gift.”

“I’ve heard,” Jughead joked, and Archie could practically hear that smirk through his voice, and could hear slight rummaging and rustling until three soft candies was being pressed into his palm.

“Huh?”

“Eating ginger helps carsickness apparently,” Jughead shrugged.

Archie was confused.

Jughead facepalmed, “No, Archie–I’m not implying you eat yourself or someone from the Blossom family–the food! Those are ginger chews on your palm!”

Archie would honestly do or try anything to try and stop this, and maybe even if he told himself it would enough through a placebo effect, it would be worth it so he popped the candies into his mouth.

Archie felt a little bit better, slightly relieved of his horrendous symptoms but he still felt pretty queasy. He could basically feel the contents of his stomach slosh and swish around, trying not to gag as his head continued to pound. “I don’t want to get sick,” Archie whispered lowly.

“You’re not going to,” Jughead reassured, resting a gentle hand on Archie’s arm, the free one lifting up to Archie’s temple as he massage it soothingly, humming ever so softly.

“You got that from Kevin,” Archie mumbled.

Jughead chuckled his reply, continuing to hum softly, trying to distract Archie from his troubles and to bring his mind to a different place so he wouldn’t think about the nausea.

Archie slowly raised an eyebrow, attention zeroing in on the melody Jughead was humming, wondering why the tune felt so familiar and homely. Then, it dawned on him who the creator of the piece was.

“..That’s..”

“Oh my god, are you only realising now?” Jughead teased, no actual cruelty to his voice, only playfulness.

Archie giggled, then shut up and returned to the mindful state he had been in a few seconds ago, “..Do that again, you sound good.”

Jughead huffed and continued, slightly embarrassed and bashful but would easily put away his pride for the comfort of his friend, although he’d never admits it.

As Archie continued to listen to the soft melody, he found that he was solely concentrating on it, and that he was being distracted from his other, more disturbed senses. He was so glad Jughead was here; because that boy knew him the best. He knew what was bothering him without him saying anything, they were connected on this cellular level and he was so grateful for him.

“I swear you have a master’s degree in improving car sickness, Jug, what school did you go to?” He joked.

“The school of tragic backstories and brooding lone wolf types,” Jughead joked, unbothered and fine as ever. Archie tensed very slightly, the darker implication of Jughead’s childhood unbearable to him. He would never understand nature’s cruel way of hurting his best friend.

Jughead rolled his eyes fondly, “Oh my god, Archie. Your lack of a poker-face is part of what makes you so endearing. I’m fine, at least now I get to make sure you don’t make a show of yourself. Save that performance for Madison Square Garden.”

Archie smirked, “You think I’m endearing and think I can make it to Madison Square? Two compliments at once? Woah, is the prince of the dark side finally joining the light side?”

Jughead huffed, unable to stop himself from smiling, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Jar Jar Binks.”

“Hey!” Archie protested, offended, slapping Jughead’s arm, making his friend laugh heartily.

After another 20 minutes of driving, and Jughead successfully distracting his friend with banter and childhood stories, the bus came to a halt as they parked at their destination.

“Oh my god, finally,” Archie sighed in relief, stretching out in victory.

“You did really well Arch,” Jughead smiled warmly, patting Archie’s shoulder.

The teachers got up, stretching.

“Well, I’m very glad that went as well as it did! No one got sick!” One of them exclaimed.

Jughead and Archie smirked, high fiving each other.

“We won, dude!” Archie grinned as the students at the front began to pile out of the bus.

“For now, we’ve still got the return journey.”

“But you’re going to get me through that too, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

#archie andrews #jughead jones #riverdale #jarchie #sickfic #emeto tw #reggie mantle #prompts #did i borrow a line from the sneak peak??#yes i did lmao

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