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cashmeremars · 3 years

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 || 𝐚.𝐚

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: archie andrews x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader gets attacked at Fred’s construction site and is severely hurt

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, violence (you literally get jumped so..), fluff, set in season 1

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k+

𝐚/𝐧: the way this was requested in 2017 oof

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The crackling of the fireplace was subtle as the mellow flames dimly lit the room. The stars outside were almost completely visible through the slightly frosted windows of the warm building. Soft music played in the background as the sound of gentle chattering fluttered throughout the room. Off in their own corner of the room was a young couple exchanging whispers and gazes to one another. Anybody could tell they were in love with one another as their hearts melted like chocolate under the sun.

“Hey, thanks for helping out today. It really helped in moving things along. I think my dad likes you more than me now.” Archie laughed softly as he held your hand in his. Archie looked across the small brown table as he stared lovingly into your eyes. Two cups of warm coffee sat between the two as Archie wrapped your fingers around his.

“Thank you, Archie. You know I’d do anything to help you and your family out.” you smiled, steam blowing lightly away from your face as you spoke. You smiled up at Archie when he started to rub your fingers with his.

“I’m just glad it took a lot less time than it usually does. Things have gotten so stressful this year and it’s nice to have another pair of hands helping, especially if it means I get to spend more time with you” Archie spoke with a small smile. You felt your heart flutter lightly at the words.

“Easy win-win for you then. It’s getting pretty late isn’t it?” You asked as you turned to look at the old clock hanging on the wall

“Yeah. Do you wanna get a ride or something? I can drive you back to my house or you can stay at my place tonight?” Archie spoke

“Archie, I live like 3 seconds away from you, and I have my own car”

“Sorry, I guess I was being a bit of a clingy boyfriend” Archie nodded his head downwards with an awkward chuckle and what seemed to be a light blush.

“Don’t apologize. It’s cute that you care so much for me” you smiled as you got up and grabbed your things. As you were about to walk away, you felt a slight tug on your arm that forced you to avert your attention towards the boy

“Hey, be safe okay? I’ll see you tomorrow” Archie spoke softly. You turned towards him and gave him a quick peck and two gentle pats on his cheek before turning back towards the door as you gave your goodbyes to everyone else.

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You shivered as a cold air lingered up your spine, rattling your bones one by one as you took your first step out of the cabin. You wrapped your jacket around yourself tightly as you looked around standing on the porch of the cabin. It was dark, which was expected as it was nearly midnight. The cold air had left signatures of your own breath fluttering around your head. Leaves scattered the ground as autumn was among them, along with something much darker.

You sighed once more as you made your way down the creaky cabin steps on the way to your car. Just as you were making your way to the parking lot, a twig snapped in the distance. You whipped your head towards the noise, squinting as you looked into the gathering of trees behind the cabin before turning around. You figured it was just another construction worker in the background. You continued to make your way to your car before stopping. It was almost as though an ominous silhouette had been shifting behind you on the path. You shuffled your feet slightly to turn once more before an abrupt rush of pain made its way to your forehead. It was as if 100 baseball bats had been battered against your head. You sharply cried as you fell to the ground. Blood started to rush down your forehead as you clutched your head in pain. Through the gloss of your eyes, you were able to make out multiple feet gathered around your body. A swift kick to your stomach stopped you from yelling for help. Then there was another kick, and then another, until it felt like the kicks would never stop. Your blood mixed with dirt as you could do nothing but cry.

“Help! Someone help me please!” You managed to croak.

“You’re on your own, darling” One of the attackers said before spitting on you and cackling along with the others.

Fists connected with bones as feet were rammed into flesh. You couldn’t move, and you certainly couldn’t fight back. One final kick to your face had sent you into the depths of unconsciousness, you could faintly hear the cabin door slam open before the voice of your boyfriend was heard.

It was funny how fast circumstances could change. One second you were surrounded by an atmosphere that screamed love, and safety. A place filled with comfort, a place that was warm, a place that was kind. But it was all just a blanket of security. A blanket that was ripped out from over your body, exposing you to the trouble that lurked just around the corner. Now you were on the ground in a puddle of your own blood. Nothing to protect you, forced to face the harsh realities of life on your own. The harowest of realities. You were in the dark.

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Streams of harsh light filtered through your eyelids as you began to regain consciousness. The blood rushing rapidly to your head and the abrasive thumping of your brain had caused you to wince and shut your eyes once more. You let a quiet groan as you felt your eyes welling from the pain once again. The aching and pain prickling at your body had hit you all at once. Every bruise, scratch, and cut could be felt simultaneously, almost knocking the breath out of you. You flinched slightly as your tears slid down over the bruises on your face.

“Darling?” a soft voice spoke in the corner with a sniffle

“Archie?” you whispered as you attempted to turn your head towards the source of the voice

“Oh my god, you’re awake” Archie sighed as he frantically moved to your bedside, quickly placing your hand in his

“How did I get here?” You ask with a squint. The white lighting in the hospital room was not easing your pounding headache.

“Some guys almost beat you to death when you were walking to your car, when we finally got to you, you were passed out so we drove here as fast as we could”

“Right” you spoke, your eyes welling up with tears as you remembered the utter fear that submerged your body

“It’s my fault” Archie spoke quietly before turning his head away from you

“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying your best to get him to face you once again

“If I hadn’t let you stay with me that late at night, you would’ve been home. Safe. From whoever the hell was trying to hurt you” Archie explained as a tear fell silently from his face and onto the white blanket draped on your body

“Archie-” You whispered

“No. It is my fault. I should’ve walked you to your car, or taken you home myself. But all I did was tell you to be safe, and let you go. Then the exact opposite happened” From the corner of your eye you could see Archie’s fist turning pale as he tightly gripped the side of your hospital bed.

“Archie. Please don’t blame yourself. It really wasn’t your fault. I’m also not in the condition to comfort you anyways” You said as you weakly reached your hand out to him

“Right, sorry” he said before quickly wiping a tear and dragging his chair closer to your bed

“It’s fine” you said as your eyes began to flutter closed again

“Gosh, I just hope we find those assholes that did this to you so they can rot in prison” archie said as he roughly dragged his fingers through his hair

“It just happened so fast, Archie” you said after a beat of silence. The slight waver in your voice caused Archie to glance up at you immediately

“What?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you

“One second I was just walking out of the cabin, and then I got punched in the face. Then beat to the ground. I felt helpless, Arch. I couldn’t do anything, I could barely even yell for help. I’ve never felt so weak and useless in my life, Archie. At that moment, I felt like I was going to die, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to hope that it would be over soon, or that someone would come and rescue me. I hate that I couldn’t defend myself, and I had to wait for someone to find me. What if it happens again, and I’m completely alone? I wouldn’t be able to do anything. Do you know how quickly they could just kill me, Archie? I wouldn’t have a choice but to accept it. I can’t do anything for myself. I’m hopeless.”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that. It’s okay, you’re not weak. Quite frankly, there isn’t much people can do when they’re literally being jumped by several strangers. Don’t feel bad because you couldn’t defend yourself, and please don’t feel bad that you “needed saving”. You’re not going to die, alright? The only thing that matters is that you’re alive, and I will do anything to make sure this doesn’t happen again, to you or anyone.” Archie said before planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. At this point you were nearly sobbing as you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You finally got to take a good look at Archie and saw that his eyes were a vicious red, indicating that he had been crying the past few hours. Archie gazed at you softly as tears of his own began to slip down his cheeks.

“Thank you, Archie. I love you” You whispered, continuing to gaze into his eyes.

“I love you too” Archie uttered back as he softly caressed the back of your hand, just as he had earlier today.

The door opened slightly before a concerned head peeked through.

“Is everything okay in here, Archie?” Fred asked before diverting his attention to you,“Oh, you’re awake?” He said before lightly slipping into the hospital room.

“Yeah, I was just asking how she was” Archie explained, looking back at his father quickly before returning his attention to you

“Do you mind if I have a minute with her, Archie?” Fred asked timidly as he shoved his hands into his pockets

“Yeah, sure” Archie replied hesitantly before getting up to leave.

Fred watched as Archie left the room, only turning his attention to you once the door had shut.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat that Archie had just occupied

“Fine” You muttered before pursing your lips together and staring up at the ceiling

“Really?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in concern

“It hurts. A lot. That’s all I can really say about it.” You spoke once more

“Listen, darling, we’re gonna do everything in our power to find whoever did this to you, and make sure that they face the consequences they deserve. There will be no mercy for whoever harmed my future daughter in law” Fred said sternly, contrasting the worried look that engulfed his features.

There was a long pause of silence as you processed what he had just said to you.

“Daughter in law?” You asked meekly, finally turning to face him.

“Oh, right. Too soon?” He asked with a slight chuckle

“Not at all. It has a nice ring to it” You said with a fond smile

“Good. I’ll make sure you stay alive long enough to make it official” He said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You laughed softly before you spoke once again, “Thank you, Mr.Andrews”

“Anything for my future daughter in law” He replied with a wink before heading out of the hospital room.

***

Archie entered the room almost immediately and headed straight towards you.

“What did he say to you?” He asked as he noticed the warm smile adorning your bruised face

“Oh, uh, nothing” You said, trying and failing to hide your bliss.

“Really? He walked out of here with a weird smile on his face. Seemed a bit smug.” He explained with a brow raised in suspicion.

“It was nothing too important, Archie. At least not yet.” You said before turning your head to the ceiling once again and shutting your eyes.

For as long as you were in the dark, Archie would be the light that would guide you.

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a/n: sorry if this was weird but i don’t even watch riverdale anymore lmaooo. i might have been a bit detached writing this lol.

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goodproofingwater · 4 years

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Heey! If you have time for that could you plz do an imagine where yn is a pop star (like ariana grande level) and she has a crush on kj apa but she doesn't know how to start conversation and what to do about it... Basically a complete fluff

hi love, sorry for the wait - here’s a thing for ya :)

You could sing in front of hundreds of thousands every night, could walk on stage in the most daring outfits in front of the most critical eyes, but when the beautiful red-headed man walks into the green room of the tv show that you were interviewing on, you are more nervous than you ever have been.

His strong kiwi accent fills the room as he greets the team and the other guests who were waiting in the green room with you, his laugh resonating as he jokes with friends he has bought with him, and the smile he flashes you as he works his way around the room makes your stomach do a backflip you haven’t felt in years.

How the hell were you going to start a conversation with someone so beautiful? How were you supposed to concentrate on anything he was saying when those puppy dog eyes made you melt? When his accent made your entire body tingle? When the mere thought of a touch from him sends a flush to your cheeks?

Still you know you will have to pull yourself together. You knew you would meet him today as your manager always did well to make sure you were aware of the guest list of whatever show you were recording on, and you thought you had prepared enough but you could never have prepared for the soft glances across the room or the way he bit his lip as he excused himself to move across the room.

Oh god this was really going to happen. You were going to be face to face with one of the most beautiful men you had ever met. You were suddenly very aware of the way your tongue lay against the roof of your mouth and how dry your mouth was, and although you were doing your best to speak to the friend who had come with you and not think about his approach, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

And then he was in front of you, his hand grazing your arm so softly that goosebumps were left in its wake.

“Hey.. I’m KJ.. I’m such a huge fan, it’s great to meet you”

#kj apa #kj apa fanfiction #kj apa imagine #riverdale imagine #lauren writes

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swedteen · 6 years

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Imagine Riverdale Panel comicon

just something I was thinking about. hope you liked it.

-”This question is fo the whole cast. What was the most emmbercecing moment on set?” A fan ask us.

-"Hmm what a hard question. There is just som many to choose from.” Cole said laughing

-” I think just messing up lines” Lily said.

-” Okey, I have a pretty good one” I said debating if I should really tell it.

” Come on y/n this better be good” KJ said Klapping his hand.

” Trust me it’s pretty good. Okey it not really a set moment but it was on my last audition and I had read my lines with Mads”

Omg yes y/n this was the funnies day of my life” Mads said starting to laugh

” So after we read together they asked me what kind of dance I had prepared. So I was like shit nobody told me that. But I couldn’t just be like ” no sorry I don’t have one” so I said with confident that I had prepared a real classic for them. So I take out my phone pulls up the song on spotyfi and get in position. Then I precede to do the whole mean girls dance to jingel bells rock. And I just can se the expressions on their faces. But they apparently like what they saw” I said embarrassingly.

And everyone start laughing and I can se KJ hunched over from laughing so hard.

- ” an that is the story on how I got my roll on Riverdale” I said to the crowd.

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bluelove24 · 2 years

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Halloween fun with the firefighter: Archie Andrews (Kj Apa) x Male Reader.

Warnings/tags: rough sex, condomless sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, talk of male pregnancy, cross dressing.

This is pure fiction and it’s not meant to be taken seriously. I don’t own the gif. I saw the gif scrolling and it gave me an idea.

Summary: Reader is Veronica’s half brother. He’s always had a big crush on Archie Andrews. What happens when after so many years they see each other on a Halloween party?

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It was Halloween night at Riverdale and my half sister, Veronica, was throwing a party for her friends as a way to act like they did when they where in high school. I was dressed like private school girl, cliche I know, but I threw this on last minute. Among the people at the party was Archie Andrews, he and Veronica had an on and off relationship in school and I’ve always had the biggest crush on him. He was dressed like a sexy firefighter, again cliche, but on him I didn’t care. Throughout the night we’ve talked, catching up and it also gave me an excuse to openly check him out without being so obvious. The party was in full swing when Veronica asked me to get take her phone to her room since it was dead. I went up to her room and after plugging her phone in the charger I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t wearing a wig since my hair was a little long and plus I didn’t want to wear one anyway. I was fixing my skirt when I heard someone from the doorway say:

“Oh god you look so sexy in that" I heard Archie’s voice behind me. He quickly strode into my sister's bedroom ,then came up and grabbed me tightly from behind, before I felt the front of his hips grinding into my bottom which quickly turned into dry humping. And kissing my neck. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night, your ass looks so inviting in that skirt.”

His breathing became quicker the longer he kept dry humping me, he push on my back making me lean slightly more forward. With each thrust I could feel his hard dick on my ass. I’ve been having fantasies of this happening since I was in high school so I grind my ass against his crotch. I was turned on and I couldn’t wait to see what else he would do.

"Yes baby, you like this don't you, you little slut." He excitedly pant-whispered into my right ear. Almost immediately after whispering this I felt his right hand begin cupping my groin and his fingers trying find a way past the panties I had on under my skirt. Lifting my skirt he started saying. “I’ve seen you all this years, looking at me with those fuck me eyes. I didn’t do anything then since I was banging your sister but now you are mine. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

By now I was unabashedly rocking back against his thrusting and could feel his stiffness trying to find a way into my butt, but he was never going to be able to do so because of our clothing interfering. I could feel the hardness of his dick trapped inside his costume. I felt his hand slide between us and felt the back of his hand against my ass. I then felt his fingers pulling down his zipper and with the back of his hand pushing into me harder. I soon felt something hard and blunt pushing the fabric of the panties actually into my anus.

"I’m going to fuck and breed your ass right on top of your sister’s bed." He calmly said as he stopped thrusting into me. "I know you’ve been dreaming about this moment, to be honest so have I." I look at his face in the mirror, I’m still sexually in a trance from this thrusting. I turn around, coming face to face with his face, I feel something hard and wet touch my thigh. I look down and I saw the object of my fantasy. Archie’s dick is way more perfect than what I imagined. It was 8 inches long, cut, stiff, almost angry looking with its dark red head.

"Now go lay your slutty ass down on the bed, on all fours, I want to watch my dick disappear into your slut hole." He told me, still sexually in a daze, I did just that. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. I felt Archie roughly pull down the panties I was wearing. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your hole Y/N.” He walked towards where I was laying down on my knees, with my chest pressed on the bed.

He got behind me and grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks open. The cold hit my hole making it quiver. I could feel his breath on my hole before he gave it a lick, then another, and another. He ate my ass for a little bit before getting up again. “I need to be quick I don’t want anyone noticing I’m gone.”

I heard some Archie spit on his dick. The head of his dick made contact with my hole. “Tell me Y/N, tell me how much you want this dick, you slut. Beg for my dick.” The feeling of his dick at the entrance of my hole was making me crazy. I want him to fuck me already.

“Please Archie, I want your big cock. Please, please fuck me! I need it.” I moaned. He started to apply more pressure to my hole.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling the effects of my dick for a couple of days.” He applied more pressure until his dick finally got inside my hole. But he didn’t let me get adjusted to him, he continued moving forward. Until the front of his legs touch the back of mine. I was in pain, I was trying to control my breathing, trying to relax. But the pain that was coming from my hole was extreme. He started to move back and I thought that he was pulling out. I felt a wave of relief. Until he pushed back in, repeating the process. He would almost pull out, spit on his dick, and then push back in. I'd been whimpering loudly the entire time he was doing this to me.

"Fuck your tight ass is better that I imagined." Said Archie with a stifled grunt. "I'm just going to go about stretching you out a bit then I'm going to fuck you senseless." He told me as I began to feel him work his cock inside my ass in slow circular patterns. After about two minutes of this, the area inside my ass where his cock was, was beginning to feel very moist and slippery. His hands grabbed each of my ass cheeks and squeezed. “Your hole feels so much better. I can’t believe I waited all this time to be inside you.” He said as if tenderly before I felt the slow and relentless push

into my depths. His cock started to slide inn and out more easily. As it did I started to groan loudly because while there was a slight amount of pain involved, it was more the sudden feeling of being filled so full.

The feel of Archie’s weight up against my ass along with the feel of his pubes told me that his cock was now inside me as far as he could possibly get. The sound of his muffled moan signifying the success before he began a constant in and out motion inside me. As he did, the thrusting became easier and easier which was also accompanied by a slight squishing sort of noise. I was starting to find the pleasure I had lost initially. Finally the pain was no longer there at all, instead Archie’s thrusting was actually exciting me probably much more than when I was jerking off all those nights alone. My thrusting back became firmer and more determined, which seemed to excite Archie just as much as it did me. The arousal inside my ass was growing while my cock rubbing against my sister's bedsheets was starting feel like I was going to shoot my load, which I really wanted to do now.

When I started to pant and whimper loudly, Archie moved his thrusting to a much higher gear and he was now pummeling my ass without worrying about there being any more pain (which there certainly wasn't from my end).

I felt the impending orgasm coming soon, the tingling in my balls and my shouting it out to Archie. "I'm going to cum!“ Archie threw all caution to the winds and was frantically

pounding my ass, he started spanking my cheeks as well as telling me to hold off until he came. I was too sexually crazed to do anything other than enjoy the wave oft orgasm, which was approaching and fast. Archie kept pounding me with all his might. The distinct sound of skin slapping was heard. He pulled me up, my still clothed back making contact with his expose chest. He started kissing my neck. That did it for me, I couldn’t hold any longer, with a loud moan I started to shoot my load all over the bedsheets. Jet after jet of cum was shooting out of my dick. My ass was clamping tight against Archie's cock which was the trigger he needed to come.

"Oh fuck yeah I'm giving you my load you nasty slut!!" He told, I could feel his dick twitch inside me depositing his big load deep inside me. “Fuck… I shot my load so deep inside you.” We both fell forward, trying to catch our breaths. The bed cover around my cock was now slimy and sticky along with my balls which had managed to become coated with my jizz. Archie kept slowly thrusting, trying to ride his high as long as possible.

Eventually he stopped thrusting into me and I actually felt his cock slide out of me. He got up from on top of me still trying his best to catch his breath. I was still laying on the bed, I started to get up when he pushed me back down. “Don’t get up just yet, hold on.” He got close to me and started looking at my hole which was slowly leaking his load. He scooped it up and pushed it inside me again. “Keep my cum inside you, I don’t want it to leak out. Who knows by the end of the party you’ll probably be pregnant with my baby.” He chuckled at his own joke. He bit my ass before standing up again. I stood up once again and tried to fix my outfit, which was stained from my cum on the bed. The bed!! I turned around looking at the bed seeing the many patches of my still wet cum on it. Shit! My sister was going to be pissed. Archie hugged me from the back, grinding his soft dick into my ass. “I need to get back to the party but let’s do this again soon, now that I’ve had a taste of your ass I can’t let it go.” He turned me around and gave me a deep kiss, leaving me breathless for the fourth time tonight. “I’ll call you.” He said after breaking our kiss. He bent down and grabbed the panties I was wearing earlier. “And I’ll keep this as trophy.” He gave me a quick pec on the lips, tucked his dick back inside his pants and left me alone in the room. I grabbed the sheets on the bed and threw them in the laundry. Walking out towards the party, without underwear and Archie’s load deep inside me.

“Y/N Lodge, you’re one lucky slut.” I said in my head as I rejoined the party.

The End…

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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secrets ~ riverdale cast

word count: 2216

request?: yes!

“riverdale cast x fem! reader

the cast finds out readers secret boyfriend so after all the non-stop bugging she finally lets them meet him and he turns out to be Dansby Swanson

(Can Jordan & drew also be included, I feel like they don’t get enough love)”

description: in which she tries to keep her relationship a secret, but her co-stars find out

pairing: riverdale cast x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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“What are you giggling about over there?”

I quickly clutched the screen of my phone against my chest as KJ’s head appeared over my shoulder. I glared at him through the mirror and saw that he had brought the attention of our other co-stars towards me.

“I saw a funny meme,” I told him. “Go away, your hair dye is killing my brain cells.”

He stuck his tongue out at me and I shoved him away before he got any ideas about licking my face or something. It’s happened before.

“I don’t know,” he said. “That didn’t sound like a meme giggle. That sounded like a text from a boy giggle.”

“How would you know what a boy giggle sounds like?” I countered.

“It’s how he sounds with Cole texts him,” Cami teased.

“Yeah, he sends me all sorts of flirty messages. I think we’re gonna be Riverdale’s next power couple, sorry Cam and Charles,” KJ called over his shoulder. Cami laughed while Charles flipped KJ off without looking up from his phone.

“Well this was a meme giggle,” I insisted. “Now go away, you smell.”

I could tell by the look on KJ’s face that he wasn’t going to drop this so easily, but for now he did as I asked.

Truthfully, my co-stars/friends were right. I was giggling because of a text sent to me by a boy, a boy I had been dating for nearly six months in fact. A boy that nobody in the cast knew about, and I wanted to keep it that way.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust the cast. They had basically become my family since I was hired onto Riverdale, especially Lili, Cami, and Madelaine. I had been brought onto the show midway through season two, but they all welcomed me with open arms and treated me as if I had been there since day one. I loved my castmates, but sometimes they were a little too much like family. And by that I mean they love to pry and embarrass me.

I wanted to tell them eventually that I had been seeing someone, but I wanted to make sure the relationship was going to last a while before I did. When I first met the cast, I had been dating someone for a short period of time and the resulting break up was not pretty. The cast immediately came to my side, comforting me and defending me against my ex, which I was grateful for, but when it came to showing interest in other guys, they went the complete opposite direction and would crowd me about it until they met the guy, then would be completely embarrassing. One time, while they were still dating, Lili and Cole ran into me on a date with someone and Cole decided to sit down and talk with us for nearly an hour straight, despite Lili having the sense to try and pull him away.

It’s safe to say the date did not last too long after that.

But this relationship felt different. This one felt real. I could see myself having a future with this guy even though we hadn’t been together all that long. I wasn’t sure if that’s how he felt or not, but I knew that’s how I felt. And I wanted to make sure the feeling was mutual before I brought him in to meet my second family.

One of the producers came to the room and knocked. He poked his head in and said, “We need the ladies on set in about five minutes.”

The four of us stood and followed the producer to set. Cami and Lili stood on either side of me and linked their arms through mine, while Madelaine, who was on Lili’s other side, linked her arms through Lili’s. It was a small hallway, so we had to squish together in our stance, but it was the way we always walked together. We were a unit, connected always.

“You know, (Y/N),” Madelaine said, “KJ wasn’t wrong. That giggle didn’t really sound like a meme giggle.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Not you guys, too. I saw a meme and I giggled. Let it go!”

“Okay, sure, you saw a meme,” Lili said with a shrug. “Or maybe a guy was texting you? A guy you have romantic interest in?”

“A guy who sent you a meme?” Cami suggested, wiggling her eyebrow in a goofy way.

I sighed and shook my head. I wasn’t gonna get away from this, I knew that. I may as well suck it up and get it out there. “Okay, yeah, fine. I was...I was texting a guy.”

The girls squealed with excitement and crowded closer to me. I stopped walking long enough to push them away for my space before continuing to follow the producer onto set.

“See, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you guys,” I said. “I don’t want anyone making a big deal about it right now.”

“Making a big deal out of what?” Jordan asked. He, Drew, and Cole were already on set for part of the scene we were filming.

“(Y/N) has a boyfriend!” Madelaine proclaimed excitedly. All three guys looked at me with wide eyes and opened their mouths to start talking. I put a hand up to stop them, which worked, luckily.

“Another reason I didn’t want to tell you,” I muttered. “That’s sort of my thing to tell people, Mads.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just excited for you!” she said.

I softened a bit and smiled at her. “I appreciate that. I appreciate all of you guys, really. I just don’t want this to be a big deal. It’s just a relationship.”

“But are you happy in this relationship?” Lili asked. “Does he make you happy?”

I could feel my heart racing at just the thought of this guy. I tried to contain the smile on my face, but it stretched so wide that it hurt my cheeks. The girls were around me again, pulling me into a group hug of excitement.

“He’s so sweet,” I told them. “He’s kind, and he’s caring, and he’s damn fine to look at.”

“All fantastic qualities,” Cami said with a wink.

“I just don’t want to rush things to introduce him to you guys too soon into the relationship. I want to make sure he’s in it for the long haul, you know.”

All three of them smiled at me. “We get it,” Lili said. “We promise we won’t make a big deal about it until you want us to.”

I smiled gratefully at them. “Thank you guys.”

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I thought over everyone knowing about my boyfriend for some time. I found myself debating on bringing him to set, or just introducing him to the girls and waiting a bit more before bringing him in to meet everyone.

Finally, on one of our last days shooting the season, I decided to bring him in to meet everyone.

I was incredibly nervous the entire ride to set. I had him drive because I knew my focus would not be on the road, which was extremely dangerous. I was sat in the passenger seat, my legs bobbing with anxiety. He reached over and put a hand on my knee, effectively stopping my jumping legs.

“It’ll be okay, babe,” he told me. “Whatever they think of me, I’ll take it.”

“It’s not what they think about you,” I told him. “It’s what you think of me after they’ve annoyed the living hell out of you.”

He chuckled, a beautiful tune that I grew accustomed to hearing as of late. “Nothing they could say or do is going to make me not want to be with you anymore. They’re like your family, and families are supposed to embarrass family.”

I smiled and put my hand on top of his, giving it a slight squeeze. “You’re too good to be true. I’m waiting for your fatal flaw to show up.”

He chuckled. “I snore, I think that’s it.”

We arrived to set and a new set of nerves grew in my stomach. I passed through security and we parked in the CW lot. As we made our way into the studio, I took his hand in mine. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

We walked to the green room where everyone was usually hanging out until their call times. I could already hear the commotion of my castmates through the closed door. I was starting to regret this decision, but there was no turning back now.

I turned to look at him. “Wait here just a second.”

He nodded. I reluctantly let go of his hand and turned to the door. I put my hand out to the knob, hesitated a moment, then pulled the door open.

The attention immediately turned to me the moment I opened the door. Numerous greetings rang out from everyone in a cacophony of noise. I awkwardly chuckled and waved at everyone.

“Hey guys,” I started. “Listen, I brought someone to set for you guys to meet. He’s kind of important to me, so please be on your best behavior.”

“He?” Casey repeated. “Is this the mysterious boyfriend you’ve mentioned?”

I shot him a look. “Yes, it is him. Again, best behavior. You guys gotta promise or else I won’t bring him in.”

A chorus of “we promise” followed. I knew it was a hollow promise, but at least they were going to try. Maybe.

“Okay. Well, everyone, I want you to meet my boyfriend.” I pushed the door open more to reveal the man standing behind it. “Dansby.”

The room was silent for a moment. Everyone looked at Dansby in astonishment, as if they were trying to figure out if he was real or not. Charles was the first out of his seat and approaching the two of us, his excitement bursting out of him.

“No fucking way!” he exclaimed. “Dansby Swanson? As in shortstop for the Atlanta Braves of Major Dansby Swanson?!”

Dansby chuckled. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“No way!” Drew repeated, the next one up to greet Dansby. “Dude, I’ve seen you play like a dozen times. I’ve been to so many of your games. You’re amazing!”

“Thanks,” Dansby said. “It’s a lot of training, and a lot of errors along the way.”

The rest of the cast was getting up to meet Dansby. They all seemed to be in a state of shock, even some of the members I knew had no idea why Dansby was so important to the sport lovers. They crowded around us, trying to shake hands with the big baseball star I had brought along with me.

I felt someone grab my arm and pull me through the crowd. We were a safe distance away from everyone when I realized it was Lili.

“How the hell did you start dating Dansby Swanson?” she asked me.

“I didn’t think you knew who he was,” I said with a slight laugh.

“I don’t really. I’ve just watched games with Cole, Dylan, and their dad. It’s like men retain knowledge about every sport and every player known to man. That doesn’t answer my question, though.”

“I was waiting for this guy I matched up with on Tinder. We were supposed to meet up at a restaurant for a date, and I told him I’d sit at the bar and wait for him in this red dress so that he would know who I was. I was there for nearly an hour before realizing he had stood me up, so I did what anyone does when they’re stood up and ordered a drink. Dansby happened to be sat across the way from me and told the bartender he wanted to pay my tab. He didn’t come talk to me until I was about to leave, and that was mainly because I was a little tipsy and was trying to yell across the bar to thank him. He basically saved me from embarrassing myself.”

Lili smiled. “That really does sound like you.”

“Yeah. I figured if he still liked me after that, he was going to like me no matter what.”

“Oh, he definitely likes you. He’s been looking at you basically since you guys walked in. I don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you, even to talk to the others.”

“Really?” I looked over to see that she was right. Despite having Drew and Charles trying to talk his ear off, Dansby was looking at me through the crowd of my co-stars. When my eyes met his, he smiled a little at me. I felt butterflies filling my stomach as I smiled back at him.

“That’s the Disney look, my friend,” Lili said. “The look that Flynn Rider gives Rapunzel when she’s not looking.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “I’ve never been looked at like that before. Not that I know of anyways.”

“I think he’s a keeper, (Y/N).”

I looked over at Dansby again. Yet again, he was looking at me. He finally turned away when someone, I figure it was Charles still, asked if he could get a picture with Dansby.

“I think he is, too.”

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secondstarfanfics · 2 years

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This is a series I'm calling Christmas Reconnection. I hope you enjoy. Some parts will probably be posted after Christmas. Hope that's okay?

Merry Christmas, Dad (One)

Betty stared at the unopened envelope she held in her hands, it had just come in the mail. It was from her cousin and classmate, Cheryl Blossom. For the past six years, she has been trying to get Betty to come to the Christmas party she's thrown every year, and every year Betty declines, in fear of running into him.

Just then, her phone rang “Hello?” she answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey B.” It was her best friend, Veronica “Did you get your invitation?”

“Yes, I did. I just got it.”

“Are you coming this year?”

Betty could hear the hopefulness in her best friend's voice.

She sighed, “I don't know, V.”

“Oh, come on, B. He hasn't come since Chery’s been throwing these parties. Yes, she’s invited him, but like you, he hasn’t shown up, so it's likely he won’t be there this time, either.”

“I don't have anyone to watch Stella.”

“You know you could bring her, you’re just making up excuses. You know Archie and I bring Charlie, and he would love to see his aunt B and cousin.”

“You’re right.” Betty gave in.

“So, does this mean I’ll see you there?”

This made Veronica scream, which made Archie come running, asking her what was wrong, and all she told him was he would know soon.

December 24th

The day was here. The day Betty had been dreading. Now, don”t get her wrong, she loves Christmas, it’s her favorite holiday, but this year she didn’t feel the happiness and joy she normally did. This year she felt anxious and nervous. However, it was too late to back out.

“Stella?” she called out to her daughter as she looked at herself in her full length mirror. She wore a white sweater and red blue jeans.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“Come here so I can get you ready for cousin Cheryl’s Christmas party.”

“We’re going this year?” Stella asked, excitedly.

“Yes, we are,” Betty laughed. “Now, come on, let's get you in your Santa dress I bought you.”

This time, Stella looked at herself and her mommy in the mirror. “You look very pretty, Mommy.” Stella turned to her and smiled.

“Thank you, and so do you, Baby girl.”

Stella giggled, “Thank you.”

“You're welcome. Now, let’s go brush your hair.”

the little girl climbed in her mommy’s vanity

chair and sat down. There was a silence between them until Stella spoke up. “Mommy, where is the party going to be?”

“Cousin Cheryl’s. You know that.”

“Yes, I know that, but what town does she live in?”

“Riverdale.” Betty knew where this was headed.

Oh, no.

The only thing Stella knew about Jughead was where he was from.

Betty’s heart sank, she didn't know excatly what to say. Finally, it was her turn to speak up. “Sweetie, yes your dad lives in Riverdale, but I don’t know if he’ll be at the party.

“Oh.” Stella said in a sad voice, hanging her head down.

“Hey Sunshine,” Betty came around the chair and lifted her daughter's head to make her look at her. "Even if your Dad's not there, we will still have a good time with aunt V, uncle Archie and Charlie, right?"

"Right." This seemed to cheer up the little girl.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes!” Stella cheered.

“Well, let's go, then,” Betty told Stella as she helped her put her jacket on.

The entire way to Riverdale, Betty’s stomach felt like it was in knots, she felt as if she would throw up at any moment. It took everything in her not to turn the car around. She just kept thinking about how inportant it was to Veronica that she came and Stella seemed excited, despite being told that her dad won’t be there, which as much as Betty hated herself for wishing that, she still wished it remained true.

She’s not sure where the time went, but the next thing she knew, she was pulling up at the house.

"Mommy, are we going to get out?" she heard the little girl ask. She guessed she was too lost in thought to realize she hadn't got out.

"Oh yeah, wait for mommy to come around and get you."

Once she got Stella, they headed up to the house. Stella was excited as she heard Christmas music. Betty smiled and knocked on the door.

"Cousin and little cousin. I can't believe you are here!" Cheryl said when she opened the door. She hugged them and told them to come in. "Hey ladies and gents, look who's here!" She gestured her hands over the two girls' heads.

Everyone turned their heads.Veronica screamed, ran over and hugged them, Archie and Charlie right behind. Betty laughed, hugged her back and asked, “Did you think I wouldn’t show up?”

“I’m not going to lie, I had my doubts.”

“Well, have no fear, I’m here,” Betty smiled.

“Yes, you are, so now it's time to party.”

Before they hit the dance floor, Veronica bent down to be level with Stella. “Hey miss Stella, how are you?” Are you ready for Santa?”

“Hi, Aunt Ronnie, I’m good, and yes, I am!” she giggled with excitement.

“I’m great, now that you and your mommy are here. Let’s go dance.” Veronica smiled, standing up and grabbing the little girl's hand, along with grabbing Betty’s too.

Betty, Veronica, Archie, and the kids danced together, having a great time. People were coming up to Betty, telling her how good it was to see her. She felt really good about coming back, at least for the party, that was until he walked in.

Betty stopped in her tracks, her eyes got big and she got this sinking feeling in her stomach, she wanted to run away, so that's exactly what she did.

'Mommy!" Stella yelled after her.

Stay here, with Uncle Archie and Charlie, Stell, I'll go get her."

Veronica looked at Jughead before taking off in the direction Betty went.

"B?" Veronica called out, knocking on each door as she walked. When she got to the bathroom, she called out to her again." Come on, B, I know you're in there, let me in. Stella's worried."

When Betty opened the door, Veronica saw that she was crying.

"Awww B," Veronica pulled her into a hug.

"This was a mistake coming here, out of all the years he decides to come it's the same one I decide to come, too." She wiped her tears.

"It's okay, B. Maybe this was fate. Maybe it's time to tell him.

"I can't, he's going to hate me." Betty covered her face.

“No, he won’t B. it's going to take some time for him to get used too, and no matter what happens, you’ll always have me and Arch. Plus, Stella deserves to know.

“Okay,” Betty said. “

“Okay, come on.” Veronica patted her on the back, following behind her.

“You know what, on second thought. I’ll stay here.” Betty turned around, but Veronica grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her back around.

Betty groaned. This couldn't stay a secret forever.

"Are you okay, Mommy?" Stella asked as the women returned.

Betty saw Jughead staring at Stella. She bent down and told the little girl she was fine and to stay where she was, she would be right back, she had to go talk to a friend. Stella gave her a hug and said, "Okay."

As she walked over to Jughead, she felt her hands shake, she looked back at Veronica, who gave her an encouraging look.

"H-Hey," she stuttered when she was in front of him.

He cleared his throat and said "H-hey Betts, how are you?"

She was glad to know she wasn't the only one nervous. "I'm good. How are you? Can I talk to you outside?"

"I'm good, and sure."

Once they were outside, Jughead couldn't hold in what he had been wondering any longer. "Is she mine?"

That was not the first question Betty expected to leave his mouth. There's no turning back now. She couldn't look at him as she answered, "Y-yes, she's yours."

Jughead ran his hand over his face. "Does she know about me? What's her name?"

"Her name is Stella, and she knows you're from Riverdale. Hey, why don't you come over tomorrow? I'm fixing Christmas dinner for me and Stella, and then we're going over to Archie and Veronica's to open up presents."

Okay. What time should I be there?"

How about nine? I'm sure Stella will be up," Betty laughed.

"Okay. Do you want to go back inside now? It's starting to snow."

"Yeah," Betty said, looking up at the sky.

Throughout the party, they both were stealing glances at each other. Betty also noticed him glanding at Stella, too.

Even though she didn’t think she was ready, she felt like a weight had been lifted. Now all she had to worry about was tomorrow.

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letsgopartytonight · 2 years

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This is the part two of my Riverdale Fanfiction The first one was about about Barchie, This one is about Bughead and how they reconcile after the time jump. Hope you guys like it.

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Fanfiction/Fanart Fest Discord is now Live! We are currently running mini-challenges as a lead-up to the main fest. Feel free to join and come hang out! Link: HP Lyricists Fest Discord

FanCasts: Marie Avgeropoulos & KJ Apa

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 3 years

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Ruff times on set- Cole Sprouse

Author Note's- Enjoy the one and only Cole Sprouse.

TRIGGER WARNING- This will deal with emotional abuse and verbal abuse read at your own risk.

-Samantha

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Your POV

I woke up to someone yelling my name. I groaned which made the person start laughing. I opened my eyes to see Lili and Cami standing at the end of my bed.

" Morning sleeping beauty." Cami teased

I rolled my eyes but waved at them. I got up and throw on some sweatpants and hoodie since we're going to set. All three of us then get into my car to head over to set.

'Time Skip'

When we arrived we saw the boys were already here. Drew and KJ saw us first and waved which got Cole, Casey, Charles and Jordon to wave also. Madeleine and Vanessa were already at set since they had to come in earlier this morning. Cole was giving me glares but I ignored them because of everything else on my mind. Since I'm a newer member of the cast there's been hate on my social medias and everyone on set knows since they follow me. They try to help as much as they can for the hate to stop and I am thankful for that. I was then called into the hair and makeup trailer to get all ready for my scene. I heard Cole yell,

" Finally you're getting your make up done. You will look less uglier."

I tried my best to ignore it but I heard Lili and KJ both say...

" COLE!" Lili yelled

" Be nicer man, you know what she goes through." KJ said

I smile at them for standing up for me why I continue making my way to the trailer.

Cami's POV

Before I could go off on Cole I was called to get my scene. I headed to make up and hair to find Y/n/n close to tears while Olivia was doing her hair and trying to calm her down. I texted Lili to come help me cheer her up. I walked up tp her while Olivia was getting something.

" Hey girl." I softly said

" Hi Cami."

" You going to be ok." I asked

She nodded her head and before I sat in my chair I hugged her. I felt her hug back after a second. Stacy then told me to sit down to get glammed up.

Lili's POV

I got a text from Cami asking if I could make Y/n/n feel better. I immediately started walking to the trailer, but I heard KJ yell.

" Lili, where you heading?"

" Going to see Y/n/n." I shouted back

" Can I come!" He yelled before I got far.

I nodded my head and heard running behind me.

'Time Skip'

When we got there and Y/n/n was on her phone until I saw Cami yank it out of her hand. She looked up with tearer eyes.

" Y/n/n, don't cry please. You're going to mess up that beautiful make up." I said

I walked up to her and hugged her which made her hug me back. I heard KJ walk up to us.

" Y/n/n I have something to show you."

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. He then made a face that got her to smile.

" There's that special smile that everyone loves."

KJ continued making faces to get her to laugh until we were called to set. Once we made it to set I heard Y/n/n stop laughing. KJ tried to get her to laugh again but ended up just grabbing her hand to give to a squeeze.

" Alright Y/n I need you and you three plus Cole to sit around the lounge. Also KJ and Cami together with Y/n on the floor by KJ's feet. Lili and Cole on the couch please." Rob said

We all got in our positions, when Cole decided to open his mouth.

" Y/n/n, how about you go back to were you came from or just leave this planet."

Your POV

I saw Lili smack Cole and Rob shouted his name. Cole got up to talk with Rob when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I leaned back onto KJ's legs and he rubbed my shoulder for comfort. I smiled at my friends. When Cole came back we started the scene.

'Time Skip'

When we all got down our scenes we all got changed and headed to Cami and Lili's for a movie night. I kept my distance from Cole due to him hating me so I sat with KJ and Cami. While watching the movie I could feel eyes on me. I turned to find Cole glaring at me. I tried to ignore him and focus on the movie. About an hour later the movie was over and most of the cast wanted to spend the night. I on the other hand said good-bye to everyone and hugged KJ, Cami, and Lili and headed to my apartment to get sleep. I got a text from Cole right when I was getting ready to fall asleep.

'Beware of monsters . I hope they take you away from this earth."

The tears were falling which got me to calling my home town best friend. We talked for hours about things until we both fell asleep on the phone together.

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I am hoping this is good because I stink at coming up with me things to say. I am more of a nicer person and sweet type. I not into being mean.

-Samantha

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clnriswood · 4 years

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ARCHIE ANDREWS X READER

Big Little Town: Part Three

a/n: last chapter before things move to rd high and it’s not so smooth sailing! i hope you enjoy this kind of calm before the storm fluffiness! as usual i am so excited to write this and cannot wait to continue! don’t forget to request if you want to be on the tag list.

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What she woke up to the next morning was far worse than any sound an alarm could produce. What she woke up to was Archie Andrews standing smugly in her doorway. He wore grey sweats and a sleeveless dark blue lightweight mesh shirt, his auburn hair slicked perfectly up and the whites of his teeth flashing as he looked down at the girl. Sunbeams leaked from between her curtains and down upon him like he was some ethereal being, which didn’t help.

“Oh my god?” she said, opening one eye groggily.

“Said I was gonna help you move,” Archie smiled, doing his best to refrain from laughing.

The girl rolled over to peer at her alarm clock, “you didn’t clarify it’d be at nine in the morning.”

Archie clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “your mom promised me doughnuts, which-” he grinned sheepishly, sauntering towards her, “you’d know if you hadn’t run away last night.”

“Archie,” she groaned, throwing one of her many pillows at him and watching as he caught it, only to send it hurdling back at her.

“That’s not very gentlemanly of you,” she grumbled, sitting up in bed and bundling her sheets around her front.

“Well,” he shrugged, reaching towards her bedside to lift up a chipped cream colored mug, “I figured the coffee I made would make up for it.”

“You came in here before?” she said with surprise as he approached her bed, towering over her.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want to wake you up but your mom told me I’d have more luck than her so I came back and, well, here I am.”

Archie sat down beside the girl, sinking into her many quilts and placing the cup between her outstretched palms.

“Archie Andrews, watching me sleep?” she winked playfully, taking a sip of the extremely mediocre hot drink.

“Archie Andrews, watching you drool,” he clarified.

She spat her coffee into the mug in surprise, lowering it slowly and raising her embarrassed eyes up to his sparkling chocolate ones timidly. Archie pressed his tongue knowingly into the side of his cheek as she set her drink down.

“Liar,” she scoffed.

“I could prove it” he challenged, folding his hands in his lap and lifting one leg lazily onto her bed.

“You couldn’t unless you came back to my bed again,” she shrugged, the words coming out so quickly she didn’t register how awful they sounded.

Archie clearly did though, for he raised his brows, replying, “is that an invitation?”

Her face fell, skin burning as she jeered, “never in a million years, Archie Andrews.”

Archie’s lips split as he chuckled at her, unmoving when she shoved him. His glittering chocolate eyes flickered back and forth over hers, coaxing them into doing his bidding. And sure enough, she couldn’t help but mirror that smile, his god sent dimples making her heart do laps around her chest. Feeling her cheeks flush, she threw the entire blanket over her head and commanded him to leave.

“Why, are you hiding something awful under there?”

In reality she wasn’t hiding anything but her embarrassment and a set of pj’s she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing in front of Archie Andrews, so--

“Yes. My bottom half is a giant crab,” she decided, her voice muffled under the sheets.

Archie snorted, defeated as he rose from the bed, “okay, (Y/N).”

She heard him lean down by her and pick up her mug, the faint slurping noise indicating he’d taken a sip of her drink. Not one second later she heard the boy spit back the liquid in protest.

“Oh my god that’s disgusting.”

. . .

The rest of the day was long, hot, and productive. All in all it took about seven hours to get everything done, partially because her mother had so many keepsakes, and partially because of the helplessness of both girls. Quite likely, though, it would’ve taken another seven without Archie’s strength and doughnut fueled perseverance. While he’d exchanged playful banter with the girl in passing, between the heat induced fatigue and her mother constantly hovering, there was little to no bonding between the two. When they finally finished, the girl took a victory lap surveying the house. It was like an urban home decorating hoarder had taken residence in their house. There were a number of light rugs, wooden tables, decorative lamps, and potted plants scattered around the house, giving it that feeling. Her own room felt kind of empty, comparatively. Well, it had the old headboard, some scattered greenery, the large antique mirror, and a creaky table stacked with dusty books, but there was no personality to it. There were no photos, no school tokens, no awards or cards, and no sign of, well, meaningfulness.

“What do you think?” Archie asked her from her doorway, startling the girl who stood staring into her room.

She turned around, hair catching on her lip as she faced the auburn haired boy who stood with his arms folded neatly over his muscular front.

“Um,” she shrugged, moving her hair aside, “it’s fine.”

Archie raised his brows in silent questioning.

“It’s lacking meaning,” she shrugged in dramatic admittance, swinging her hands up into the air. “I know that sounds ridiculous, there’s just-- it’s just-- this could be anyone’s room, you know? There’s nothing in here that tells you about who I am, not that anyone cares, clearly” she sighed.

“Hm,” Archie nodded with a nod and a thoughtful frown.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but chose to keep it to himself.

“Hey,” he decided, “in time.”

She pursed her lips with a stiff nod, “in time.”

The boy stepped closer timidly, trying for a nervous smile, “until then, I promised you some fun.”

She half sighed half laughed, eyes struggling to keep hold of his distracting large brown ones.

“C’mon,” he insisted. “Sun’s gonna set soon so we better get out now.”

“Yeah, why?” she puzzled.

Archie bit his cheek with a sweet smile, “so we can catch footballs and you can tell me about your life before it gets too dark. Like old times.”

She scowled, “Archie Andrews.”

“Yes?” he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth in a frustrating smile. “C’mon? For old times sake?”

“I’m not dressed for the occasion,” she protested.

She indicated at her dress choice, which was simply an oversized grey tee and ankle high ruffled baby blue socks that stuck up from her dirty white shoes.

“As opposed to?” he played along with a half smile.

She frowned at the redhead, “full body armor and a helmet.”

“Shut up,” Archie snorted, grabbing the girl by her wrist and dragging her helplessly protesting self down behind him.

“I don’t like sports,” she grumbled, unable to break free from his grip which she was fairly certain took about five percent of his total strength. “No, correction, I can’t do sports.”

Archie just let out a short airy laugh and pulled her past her bemused mother downstairs and onto the front lawn. The sun was at that phase where it was pre-setting time, meaning it was just hot enough for a faint slick of sweat, but not enough for a total pass out. Also, the rays of light were a brilliant gold color that bathed the two in a warm glowing haze. The grass squashed under her feet as Archie quickly retrieved a football from his porch and went jogging back to the unamused girl who now had pulled her long hair into a high ponytail that suited her well. Archie seemed to think so, at least.

“There you go,” he flashed a pleased smile, which dazzled gorgeously under the sun, “you’re… it suits you.”

She pressed her tongue against her cheek in a wordless nervous reply, eyes glazing over the boy’s broad form and the translucent sheen that had built attractively on his skin. His long locks of fiery hair were still slicked in a perfect shape, his large hands pulling at his thin blue shirt in an attempt to air out his chest a little. He frankly looked too good and it was annoying. The girl huffed out in annoyance, bending down and sliding two fingers in the mud beneath her feet while Archie watched with mingled confusion and amusement. She stood back up straight, outstretching her muddy fingers and stomping over to him as he went stepping back with a full laugh.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), absolutely not,” Archie crinkled his nose.

“Oh absolutely,” she said, grabbing him by the wrist this time.

Archie very obviously let her do it. He could’ve sent her flying back with a flick if he’d wanted to, but instead he just swung his hips forward and his head back as she came in contact with his front, her free hand grabbing him by his sharply curved jaw and forcing his face closer to hers. In actuality, there was no way she could reach his face if she wasn’t on her toes and forcing his face down. Archie half protested half laughed as she swiped two fingers across his high cheekbones, leaving him classic football paint stripes on either side of his perfectly curvatured face. He blinked down at her, eyes shifting all over as he tried lamely to watch as she worked at him, unable to stop the dimples that creased his cheeks as he did.

“As long as we’re sticking to the old days,” she teased, holding him still and tilting her head with an impressed smirk.

Archie ran his tongue over his teeth with a laugh, “you remember that?”

“Course,” she scoffed, still on her toes and alarmingly close to the boy, their fronts pressed lightly into each other, her fingers still nimbly wrapped around his wrist, which he had yet to retract. “Archie Andrews telling me all about how he was gonna make quarterback in high school and how I’d do up his war paint for the games? How could I forget.”

Archie shrugged with an annoying smug about him, “and I did make high school quarterback.”

“Ew,” she scowled, releasing him and dropping back down to the balls of her feet, “really?”

“Really,” he said, dropping down to the ground and sinking his own two fingers into the mud.

“No,” she protested, but he was already back up and had her by her cheek, his one hand alone being strong enough to subdue her.

“And if I remember correctly,” he continued lowly, eyes dropping to focus on her face as he slowly dragged his cold wet index and middle fingers against her struggling cheek, “you were then going to cheer me on during those games?”

He finished one side of her paint, looking impressed at his work and grinning as he swiftly forced her jaw the other direction in his palm, bringing her chest up into his so he could access her properly. No, Archie Andrews power gripping her and looking like that while he smeared dirt on her wasn’t in any way driving her crazy.

“From the stadiums,” she growled in annoyance as he fixed up her other cheek with mud.

“Mm? You never mentioned that part,” he grumbled in amusement, finishing her up and gliding his hand beneath her chin so he could hold her there and look at her. He internalized something that made him smile, his chocolate eyes drinking her up as he added, “school year just started, you could try out for the Vixen’s.”

She stared up at him through long lashes and a pout, sun blazing into her eyes, her only shade being from the boy who towered over her, “never.”

He frowned, dropping his hand quickly and taking a step back so that they were an appropriate distance apart. Again, it looked clearly like he had something on his mind, but in typical Archie fashion, wouldn’t say it.

“I told you Andrews,” she sighed and took backwards steps, “not my thing.”

“Yeah?” he threw the football, smiling when she caught it. “What is? Tell me what I’ve missed.”

“Not much,” she admitted, taking another step back and returning the ball, “still music.”

Archie raised a brow, “good form for someone who apparently can’t play.” He took a step back, making each throw and catch a little harder. “Just guitar still?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, once again catching his throw and adding, “I’ve had practice, with football I mean.”

“Me too,” he said, “guitar playing, though. And who taught you?”

He stepped back, one hand quickly dragging through his auburn locks before refitting itself around the ball. He threw it again.

“Veronica mentioned that” she caught the ball, impressing the boy. “And yeah I did some sports at my old high school,” she admitted.

“Right. I’ve been playing guitar for years,” he replied, catching her throw, “and how was that?

“I’d love to hear you play some,” her lips twitched as she stepped back, half the garden now between the two. “And yeah, it was fine. Not my thing though. I just thought it could help me branch out, maybe make some friends.”

Her pony swung behind her as she threw the ball back, Archie easily catching it, “I’d love to hear you play sometime. And did that not work out for you?”

The grass flattened beneath her old white shoes as she jumped a little to catch the next throw, struggling a bit now. “No and no,” she replied.

“Why?” he said simply, catching the ball once more and sending it back her way, the two clearly enjoying this throw and catch talk that unsurprisingly came naturally to them.

She shook her head, barely catching his next throw, “No I’m too nervous for that, and no, I reinvented myself as the happy-go-lucky girl but it only lasted so long before word got out about why I’d actually moved and I went back to loner freak.”

Archie’s face fell as he caught her throw, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t know how else to reply as he threw the football back to her, watching as she fumbled and lost the ball from her grip. She looked upset but unsurprised, eyes averting his as she exhaled pathetically.

“See Archie? I’m not that good.”

The sun was setting now, casting shadows along the curves of his saddened features, the light turning grey and the air quickly turning colder. The boy approached the now unmoving girl, reaching down and picking up the ball, placing it lightly into her faintly shaking hands. She accepted it, looking defeatedly up at his gorgeously narrowed eyes in silent question.

“How about,” he phrased softly, “you pretend this ball is everything that’s happened the last few years, and I’ll catch it. That way you don’t have to tell me anything else, you can just show me. And I won’t have to reply, I’ll just get it.”

He said it gently, and it was so reasonable and sweet she couldn’t say no, so she just nodded.

Archie gave a weak smile and stepped back, sprinting all the way up to the other side of the garden and awaiting the angry metaphor football. She thought about throwing it but decided against it, instead dropping the ball towards her feet and slamming her toes into it, sending the ball zooming so far through the air that Archie went stumbling back even further, his arms outstretched. That kick was good. That kick was for each and every person who made her feel outcast, for years of feigned happiness, resentment, depression, for her mom’s suffering, and for her dad, too. And there it went, hurdling against the grey sky and safely between Archie’s hands and into his chest. Her eyes burned a little, not knowing how to process whatever was happening. But seeing Archie there, holding all of her baggage and looking happy about it, made her feel a little less alone.

Archie tucked the ball under his large arm, heading back to her slowly. When he reached her he opened his mouth, then shut it. The sun was almost set now, shadows swaying round the curves of his face, his eyes looking dark under the dim sky.

“Did you want to stop?” he asked, eyes set forward on the girl.

She shook her head, “no. I want to hear more about you.”

They played like that, passing the ball back and forth, for another half hour. This time Archie did all the talking. She learned how he helped solve a murder, got pulled into the Lodge family scandals, and was almost murdered on multiple occassions. While under any circumstance this would’ve been overwhelming news, the way Archie calmly glided over each subject in a few minutes like it was completely normal gave the girl the sense that Jughead was being serious when he called Riverdale a cracktown. Finally, when it was too dark to continue playing comfortably, they stopped. There was just enough light out that they could still make out each other’s features.

“That was nice,” Archie’s lips twitched as he sauntered slowly over to her, adding, “it’s kind of late.”

She stared at him, unsure of how to respond. She wasn’t certain if this was his cue to go but she sure as hell didn’t want it to be.

“Yeah,” she agreed lamely, “are you-- do you need to head back now?”

Archie tapped the football nervously, “I mean I don’t need to head back.”

She cleared her throat, “wh-- did you, did you want to head back?”

Archie scratched his ear in confusion, “did you want me to?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth nervously, “uh, well, I’m not tired honestly.”

He just stared at her with those big dark eyes, “me neither.”

Then they both just looked at each other like a pair of idiots, neither wanting to be the first to initiate something. Realizing this, the girl snorted, making Archie snort, making them both snort.

“Sorry,” she giggled, “would you like to come in?”

“Actually,” Archie said, “I was thinking you could come to mine?”

Why on earth that caused her stomach to drop to the center of the earth, she had no idea.

“Sure,” she smiled, feigning total ease.

“Sure,” Archie repeated, smiling against the near black of the night.

. . .

Archie’s room was cramped but cozy. There were dark blue painted walls that sloped into the ceiling, a faded carpet, navy plaid blankets layered thick on his bed, band posters, Riverdale memorabilia, pictures of his friends, and a guitar propped against his wall. It smelled just like his car; kind of that musty man cologne combination that weirdly mingled well. Archie even seemed a little nervous to bring her in, which was strange given that she felt like the intruder, and that she loved his room, which she told him.

“This is great,” she announced to his wall with a smile, turning to look at the fiery redhead who was slumped against his door frame.

“You think?” he said.

“I know,” she decided.

She walked over to the corner of his room, sinking down onto Archie’s bed and giving it a bounce up and down. It squeaked obnoxiously under her, making the girl stop abruptly and place her hands against her face with a laugh.

“Sorry,” Archie crinkled his nose, “that thing is a million years old.”

“So you’re saying our next adventure is going mattress shopping?” she joked.

Archie picked his guitar up gingerly and headed over to the girl, sitting on the opposite side of his bed with a smile, “next adventure?”

She felt her cheeks warm but played it off, “if you’d have me.”

Archie grinned lopsidedly, making her heart run circles, “I would.”

She nodded, rubbing her lips together nervously and changing subject, “what’re you doing with that?”

Archie looked down at his guitar, “I-- well you’d asked to hear me play, and I thought, maybe--”

“Of course I would!” she interjected, saving him from embarrassment.

Truthfully, she was way too afraid to play in front of him yet but was desperate to get a listen of his music, which she felt like he was very much aware of.

“What were you thinking?” she asked, folding her legs up onto his bed.

“Uh, I write some stuff,” he shrugged.

“Really?” she gaped, impressed.

“Yeah,” Archie swayed his head, “used to at least. I haven’t in a long time.”

“Oh,” she said, “well, play me something old then?”

Archie nodded, giving her a timid smile before moving his eyes down to the guitar, placing his fingers nimbly upon the strings and giving them a quick strum before starting his song. The last time he’d played she’d just taught him basic chords and a half of some beginner’s song from her old starter-book. What Archie played now, however, was nothing like that. Not only was he good, he was… incredible. His hands gilded masterfully over the instrument, never once faltering as he played out a beautiful slow song to which he hummed softly along to. And his voice. His voice was beautiful, or at least she gathered so from what he’d shown her. Archie got a little more confident midway through his song, raising his eyes to the girl and watching her as he played, not needing to look at what he was doing. Her eyes were narrowed softly with admiration, lips tilted upwards into a proud little smile. Seeing her dumbfounded reaction, he smiled a little too, and she could hear that smile vibrating around in the hum of his voice.

She didn’t want to interrupt but she couldn’t help but interject softly, “sing?”

Archie’s lashes fluttered nervously as he gave a little nod, opening his lips to let the final words of his song come through. For that part he kept his eyes down, too closed off to sing while looking at her. The voice that came out was like honey and butter; sweet, soft, and good. When he finished they both just kind of sat there in silence for a minute, with Archie waiting for his cue to look up.

“Wow, Archie,” she stuttered in awe, “that was--”

“I know it’s not much,” he laughed airly, rubbing the back of his hand against his temple.

“No,” she said, reaching toward him to put a hand on his knee.

The boy brought his large brown eyes up to hers slowly, lips set downwards, looking unfamiliar with her touch.

“Phenomenal,” she corrected him, giving Archie’s knee a squeeze as her lips split into a grin.

His eyes moved back and forth over hers like he doubted it, smiling adorably “really?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, scooting closer to him so that their knees touched, making Archie recoil nervously.

She was too absorbed in the aftermath of his song to even be phased by it at the moment, nor was she aware that she’d done it.

“Teach me,” she stated seriously, eyes steady on his. “Or just play with me, at least.”

“What?” he laughed a little, “you’re kidding.”

“No,” she shook her head frantically, “you’re just as good as me. Hell, you’re better. And you can sing? Are you freaking kidding me Archie Andrews?”

He looked so startled by her flattery that he didn’t seem to know how to respond.

“That was the first time I’ve touched my guitar in over a year,” he protested.

“Yeah and I’ve barely played mine,” she admitted with a frown, “so?”

She blinked at the boy with these big doe eyes, unintentionally, though it certainly had an affect on him. He opened his mouth to protest again, but seeing her, shook his auburn hair out with internal frustration.

“Okay,” he relaxed his shoulders, “fine.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, bouncing up on his bed and clapping her hands to her mouth with a huge smile.

Archie watched, unable to suppress his own amused grin, “it means that much, huh?”

She pursed her lips, giving a short nod and letting her lips fall, “I haven’t had anything to look forward to in so long, Archie.”

His eyes softened with sadness, “really?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Nothing really made me happy, and even the things that did I had no one to share them with.”

Her eyes swayed nervously over his morose expression, making her feel like a mood killer as she scooted further back away from him, their closeness now feeling intimidating. Suddenly a tight knot was forming in her chest, making her feel awkward and out of place next to him. But he seemed to see it, for he leaned forward, placing his own hand upon her knee to stop her from moving back.

“Hey,” he murmured gently. “Look.”

She huffed lowly, feeling stupid for the burning sensation that was clawing at her eyes and ignoring his request as such.

“Look at me,” Archie said again, forceful this time.

She did, and his eyes were so kind and understanding when she did that it physically hurt. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been remotely emotionally intimate, and the idea of having someone to confide in was so foreign to her that it sent her brain into overdrive. Archie’s dark eyes bore into hers like he was trying to tell her something without words, and he lifted himself forward so that his legs were smushed tightly against her own. He set the guitar down on the bed beside him, his hands itching to go somewhere but remaining in his lap.

“Listen,” he half whispered. “Whatever happens at school this year, or at all in your life, I intend on being there for, okay?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, her teeth pressed hard against each other as she sucked slow breaths in through her nose, unmoving.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t before, when you left, I mean. I just thought maybe you didn’t want me to be. When you left last time, you just… you didn’t say goodbye.”

Archie’s eyes shone with hurt, but he continued on before she could respond, not that she’d know what to say.

“But what you said, earlier, about nobody caring? It’s-- It’s just wrong,” he said with frustration. “Because I do. I care. And I’m going to do everything in my power to be that person you can share your things with,” he said, tucking his lower lip between his teeth in thought, “I promise.”

She felt the knot unravel.

“Thanks, Arch.”

She hadn’t meant to call him by that. She never had before. It was always funny, lighthearted, ‘Archie Andrews’ she’d call him. But it just hadn’t felt right. And good for it, because judging by the twitch of his lips he’d liked it.

“And I know you have a lot of people who already would vouch the same for you,” she sighed pathetically, “but if it counts for anything, I promise too.”

Archie’s brows furrowed, something she’d said clearly not sitting right with him, but he held himself back.

“Good,” he decided softly.

“Good,” she repeated, struggling to maintain his thoughtful gaze.

Every microsecond looking at him added another layer of tension between the unspeaking duo, making the girl rise quickly from his bed after a few short moments.

“Well, I should head back,” she said.

“Right,” Archie replied quickly with a nod of his head.

“Big day tomorrow,” she fumbled nervously, “and then school Monday.”

“Yeah, of course,” he cleared his throat, standing up as well and towering over the girl.

She tilted her chin up to get a good look in his eyes, giving a short smile before nudging him gently with her shoulder so that she could get past. Archie turned his frame out to watch her walk away, his hands falling by his sides. She stopped a mere foot away from him, though, and turned back slowly to give him this pleading kind of look. He was wearing the same one.

“Is it--” she started nervously, letting out a stupid short sigh and closing her eyes, “is it okay if I hug you?”

When she opened her eyes he was smiling sheepishly, “um--”

“It’s okay if not,” she clarified, waving her hands forward, “in fact, no, nevermind. I’ll just go.”

She was halfway gone, waddling backwards out of his room when he stopped her.

Archie’s lips split, and he did that little tick where he ran his tongue over his canines with a grin, “it’s just, I uh, I smell.”

She stopped, feet freezing and nostrils flaring as she suppressed the instant urge to laugh, which failed.

“You smell?” she snorted.

“Stop,” Archie complained, his face glowering with embarrassment, “it was hot and we were outside and moving stuff--”

“Archie Andrews,” she laughed, “you really think I give a shit?”

His words stopped, and he crinkled his nose and scratched at his head, “Well Ronnie doesn't kiss me sometimes because I’m sweaty.”

She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, pressing her tongue to her cheek and waiting in silence for him to figure out his own logic. She could tell by the drooping of his lips and posture that he’d gotten it. He pressed his lips together, nodding weakly.

“Yes,” he mumbled, “then yes. I would like that.”

He was so damn frustratingly adorable about it that her heart found itself once again rolling at the sight of the boy. Yes I would like that. What kind of cute shit was that? And now both of them just stood there like statues, neither knowing who was going to move first. So, after some thought, they met each other halfway, both moving kind of quickly to collide in the middle, like the faster they got there the sooner the tension would break. Archie crashed into the girl’s front, bringing his arms around her waist as she flung hers around his neck. The strength in his arms brought the girl off her feet and onto her tippy toes as she placed her nose into the crook of Archie’s neck. It was warm there, and sure enough smelled faintly of sun and sweat, reminding her of their many hugs from when they were preteens, most of which were therefore sweaty on both sides. In fact, the feeling, the overall feeling that came with their body placements and the sense of comfort that came with it, was unsettlingly familiar. Archie had always been taller than her, so he’d always held her like that so he could reach her better, he’d always lifted his chin so she could nuzzle into him whilst he rested his chin atop of her head, and he’d always given her a little squeeze of reassurance around the waist, like he was checking she was still there. He did all of those things now. And it was a feeling that she’d completely forgotten, but now, recreating it years later, sent the floor spinning beneath her feet. She desperately wanted to stay there, to move her hands to his hair, brush her thumb against his neck, anything, but she didn’t. Instead she took one final inhale, her eyes fluttering open as she dropped back down to the balls of her feet, watching as Archie opened his own eyes. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, so she told herself that the sort of enthralled expression he wore was mere coincidence and not his own internal revelation.

Having no clue what else to say given the obvious unease, she just said, “see you Monday,” and scampered off.

And that was it.

. . .

When the girl arrived home a short minute later, her mother had turned the lights off and headed to bed. It was so dark that the girl would’ve missed the piece of paper under her feet, if not for feeling it slide between her muddy white shoes and the porch. She bent over and picked it up with confusion, squinting as she looked down at the paper, where something was scrawled in messy handwriting. Soon after she felt her heart drop.

Your father was just the first.

Her blood rushed to her ears, heart so loud she could hear it. The girl gaped and whizzed around, staring into the empty streets to see no one and nothing at all. Her hands shook, fingers trembling as she crushed the paper between them and bolted inside, throwing the door closed behind her with a slam.

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