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@hiarchie || post-talent show.

                        ❝ Cute girl, ❞   Madison said lightly as she watched Val retreat down the hall. She’d come up behind Archie not more than a couple of seconds ago and now, as she stepped in by his side, she didn’t pull her eyes from Val’s retreating back.   ❝ Gotten any pussy from that cat yet, or is she holding out? ❞

     Now she turned to look at him, eyebrows lifting as the smallest smirk played on her lips. Madison Montgomery didn’t go to Riverdale High. She didn’t even live in Riverdale. She was passing through, scouting talent, as they called it, for the coven. It was all over the news — and a lot of weird things had been happening in a small town. Of course they’d sent someone to search it out. And a talent show? She was always up for entertainment.

      ❝ What did you say your name was up there? Arfie? Whatever, you’re cute. ❞   As always, she had a strongly no-holds barred attitude; she simply hoped he could keep up.

[hiarchie]

what? the fuck? 

those were the only three words he could really use for the conversation. what? did this girl even go to riverdale high? archie knew that was definitely a no, considering he definitely would have recognized her if she did. because he knew everyone, you know?

still, regardless of whatever ridiculously irreverent comment she just made, the mistaken name was able to get a laugh out of the redhead. “archie. it’s archie. like, short for archibald.” she didn’t ask, arfie. “but uh, thank you?” he replied, an eyebrow raising with the question as she stood in front of him. “i’m sorry, and you are? no offense, i mean. i just, i’ve never really seen you around, i don’t think.” he said, saving face lamely. in all honesty, he was still sort of taken aback by her first words to him. especially considering his father, fred andrews, alive and well, was just down the hallway. 

[hiarchie]

juggie.

[ text to: red zefron ] Scratch my earlier text, there is no emoji I appreciate anymore.  I hope you realize what a disservice you’ve done to me. Easter island head and I had a good thing going [ text to: red zefron ] Seriously though, you home?

[ text to: thirdsythe ] really? easter island head and you had a good thing going? i’ve been your best friend for our entire lives and to this day i feel like you just call me a life colleague. [ text to: thirdsythe ] of course i’m home. i’m always home. that or i’m with you at pop’s. speaking of, where are you? 

[alinok]

#domestic af

[millicnreasons-blog]

archie andrews + stiles stilinski || aesthetic moodboard 

You just know Sometimes you feel it in your bones Though we’ve heard that hearts can still be wrong Something’s telling me that you’re the one I just know Even if I had a heart of stone You could make it bleed all on your own You could break it but I hope you won’t I’d burn it down, I’d light it up For you, I’d risk it all               —  The Vamps ‘Risk It All’ 

@hiarchie // xoxo

[hiarchie]

joneshead:

“Just your track record, pal,” he shot back, clapping a hand to the other’s shoulder. He rolled his eyes, scoffing from the back of his throat. They should have teamed up long ago. It may have saved the whole island a fair bit of drama, though where Jughead stood, it was nothing if not entertaining. Especially since he wasn’t really that involved.

He did his best to keep up with Archie – he wasn’t the best swimmer, but he could hold his own – and the water felt amazing what with how hot the sun was beating down on them. As they reached the balance beam, he put a hand on top of it, half to steady himself, half to see how annoying it was going to be. “Alright, we have to time this right otherwise you really will drown me.” The redhead had more muscle mass and, well, just more mass. “Hold it steady and I’ll get on, then balance it for you, yeah?”

“i’m a little hurt you think you’re just like everyone else, pal.” archie teased, immediately reassured about whatever weird mojo has been going on on this godforsaken island. they were fine, he and his best friend were fine. everything would be fine.

honestly, archie was very rarely not in the zone when it came to these things. that summer did him well when it comes to athletics and exercise, and honestly? with all the shit happening? he just enjoyed the escape. archie nodded in agreement, drowning his best friend was probably the last thing he really wanted to do.... most of the time. “yeah, i got you. don’t worry about it.” he replied, turning in the water to face the beam completely and holding it steady. “you can do this, juggie.” he threw in for good measure, for really no reason. of course he could do it, he just wanted to sound reassuring.

[southsideleader]

munday ft. my southside trash ass.

[joneshead]

archie andrews .

“If you kiss me, I will gut you like a fish,” he says with a dark look in the other’s direction, but it’s laced with playfulness too – he gets such a kick out of teasing his best friend, and really, it’s too easy. He discards his hat with his shirt and shoes, knowing that wool and water don’t mix. “Also, don’t drown me, okay? I may have set the record for holding my breath that year at the public pool, but I’m not Aquaman.” 

The truth is that Jughead really wants to win this, and to win it with Archie. They’d yet to be partners, and all the drama that had happened on the island could be remedied with a little distance, he figures. The countdown begins, survivors ready – go! And he takes off into a pace to match the redhead’s as best he can, towards the water’s edge.

@hiarchie 

[hiarchie]

“ya know, juggie, i never said anything about kissing you. you putting that idea in my head almost makes me think that you’d enjoy it.” arch replied, doing the same as he laughed at himself. he truly was hilarious when he wanted to be. “especially considering you started taking your clothes off right after. i’m sorry dude, i just need a little bit more romance than serial killer inspired threats.” archie only stops when he starts talking, another laugh coming out even if it was closer to a chuckle. it was nice doing this with him, he already felt calmer than he had with anyone else. “i’ll be sure to keep that in my thoughts, juggie.”

the truth is? archie is getting to where he’s terrified of most of the other people on the island. hell, himself is very obviously included in that, too. and he could have stood there for hours thinking about everything that he had done to fuck up (and probably STILL need time) but thankfully? he was out of time. and within seconds, he was walking along with jug to the end of the platform.

he jumped into the water from the platform, making sure jug stayed right next to him as they made their way to the next platform, his stomach starting to find the familiar knotted up feeling.

[riverdalesource]

KJ Apa photographed by Aimee Nicolas

[hiarchie]

joneshead:

[ text to: red zefron ] If I’m still “thirdsythe” in your phone I’m going to throw it into Sweetwater river the first chance I get [ text to: red zefron ] I violently cringed. You know the only emojis I don’t hate are the cup of coffee and the easter island head. Because one is informative and the other is hilarious

[ text to: thirdsythe ] what? what do you mean? thirdsythe is hilarious, don’t make me change it just because you don’t have a sense of humor. [ text to: thirdsythe ] so if i sandwich the name thirdsythe in my phone in between a coffee emoji & an easter island head, we’re good?

[hiarchie]

vixxen:

                                   He pulled back to look at her, and Cheryl didn’t know what he was thinking. What he was feeling or what he needed. She grasped for something to say and, for once, found herself speechless.

     She was so used to being the griever. Losing her brother, then her father ( now her home, and she could only imagine the consoling she’d get at school ) but the act of comforting someone else was foreign. Cheryl hiccuped in a choked breath and tried to stop her tears. Her eyes watched his with a mixture of apology and sorrow.

     Then he kissed her forehead and Cheryl sniffled, then sobbed, then pressed her face into his chest. No one had ever consoled her like this before. With kind words and soft hands. Veronica had, but with an edge of mistrust. One that never went away even when Cheryl opened up fully. One that kept her standing at the cracked door of Cheryl’s bedroom as Cheryl cried and rubbed the bruising on her arm where her mother had dragged her up the stairs. Until finally, Veronica just left. She walked downstairs and smiled at her friends and went home. Cheryl was alone.

     ❝ I do, Archie. I wish — I — I can’t anymore. ❞   There was nothing else she could say except that she couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t be alone, she couldn’t face her mother. She didn’t even have a home to hide in anymore.

     This time, she pulled away from him and it was with comforting hands on his shoulders that she spoke.   ❝ You saved me and I’m so thank — thankful for that, Archie. But what I wa — want is for people to stop pretending all the time. Th — They just pretend to like me, and I hate it. You don’t have to pretend. I — I know I’m not a good person. ❞

     Her hands gripped his shirt and then let go. Fingers wiped at her cheeks quickly, pads of her fingertips brushing wet mascara from under her eyes. Then she laughed quietly, bitterly.   ❝ You’re the best person in the world. I was supposed to make you feel better, but I’m just crying again. ❞

archie had never dreamed of seeing cheryl like this. hell, it was like seeing a completely different person as she sobbed, as she completely unraveled in his arms. he didn't know what to do, but thankfully his body did. he felt his arms answer to her cries, he felt him tighten around her in the most delicate way possible. soft shushes and whispers of her name only did so much, and eventually he knew he was going to have to use his words.

her words stung him in a way he wasn't expecting, in a way he didn't quite understand. fear, actually, sparked through his body. archie couldn't help but feel like he was right in his fear of ruining her by saving her. he saw so much more in her than others did, so much more. he saw a person. a living, breathing, beautiful, complex person. cheryl blossom was someone that archie couldn't help but admire, regardless of the issues any other person might have.

archie shook his head at her as she spoke. everything she said... he could agree with, but some of it? he couldn't.

"i refuse to believe that, cheryl. just because other people can't see the layers and the beauty of you doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. you... you've had a lot happen. you've dealt with a lot. but... you're... you. you've always been you." archie stated, his words coming out lamely as he ultimately failed at being good at comforting.

archie laughs along with her, humorlessly and with exhaustion. "no i'm not. i just.... i think you deserve to know things about you that people fail to tell you. you are.... so much more than what you lead on. than what people say, cher." archie reaches out then, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

[hawkeene]

[hiarchie]

perltas:

The most spectacular, indescribable, deep, euphoric feeling for someone.

@vixxen​

[joneshead]

aa .

[ text to : red zefron ] Is it safe to come over now? [ text to : red zefron ] I just mean, is your soiree with your Vixen of the month over?

@hiarchie

[hiarchie]

[ text to: thirdsythe ] you wound me, thirdsythe. [ text to: thirdsythe ] besides, you know i would kick out any vixen of the month for you. [winky face] [ text to: thirdsythe ] before you message me and tell me you’re blocking me, i promise. i’m never going to send you a winky face again. i get it. it’s uncomfortable.

[stevenrogered]

I really made a mess of things this time.

[alinok]

riverdale hiatus meme ➳ my favorite ships [½] ☆ archie/jughead ☆ “Despite all of our recent troubles, I would’ve done anything to protect Archie.”

[msjessicaday]

[bobnorley]

[hiarchie]

ofmanymiinds:

      “please, i see your report card last semester , science is not your forte my friend — you with a bunsen burner is the things nightmares are made out of.” Stiles teases, nudging Archie’s shoulder with his own. To back and forth teasing between the two had been a constant in their friendship even since Stiles moved to Riverdale seven years earlier.  “we have a deal, if you can get my scrawny ass up to bulldog standard, I’ll buy you milkshakes in Pops for a month.” Stiles smirked, eyes briefly casting over Archie’s form. He had a long way to go to match his physique and the likelihood of  being anywhere near bulldog standard was slim, but hey, they had to start somewhere, right? “sooner we start the better, we have a test in chem on friday — how about you come to my house after school, my dad’s working til after 10, we could swing by pop’s grab some dinner first –” 

“hey! ..... you may have a point. but, that’s beside the point. you on a field? that’s the thing nightmares are made of, if we’re being completely honest. since brutal honesty is the only thing YOU know how to do.” archie rolled an eye while he laughed, patting his shoulder in response to the nudge. if archie was being honest, with everything going on... it was nice to just talk to stiles. it had been awhile since he had been able to just talk like a normal teenage boy and not one living in holcomb. 

“just a month, stilinski? i feel like i’m being ripped off.” archie said with a laugh, shaking his head. “you have yourself a deal. you’re not the scrawniest person we’ve had to get into shape. i wouldn’t be... completely defeated.” he teased, a smile coming to play yet again as he looked over at him. “i’m already in. but since you are a licensed driver, could i just ride home with you? i’m sure the boys can handle one day without me.” if he was being honest, he’d probably get chewed out tomorrow for it but..... he really needed the help in chemistry. “i’ll treat, since you’re helping me first.”